Ou Huang: The Zongmen was destroyed at the beginning, and I lived alone

"This is unbearable."

"It seems that I still overestimated the mind of a monk!"

With a murmur, Li Qing'an walked towards the small courtyard with leisurely steps.

He's still a little sleepy and needs to catch up.

While sleeping, practice by the way.

Walking, walking, suddenly!

There seemed to be a broken tile under his feet.

It exudes a faint golden light, full of vicissitudes and ancient atmosphere.

Feeling familiar, Li Qingan picked up the fragments, and in an instant, a system voice came from his mind.

[Congratulations to the owner for getting the barren stone fragment*1]

"..."

Li Qing'an hurriedly looked around and was relieved to find that no one saw him.

If Luo Qingyin and the others saw this again, the other party would have to strip herself alive today.

After collecting the broken rock fragments, Li Qing'an educated in an old-fashioned tone:

"System, I'm not talking about you."

"Can't you come with something practical? For example, a peerless sword or a chaotic-level cultivation technique."

"Don't give me this piece of wild rock, 90 yuan, it's not as difficult to collect as Dragon Ball."

[System: Master, don't worry, this system doesn't give much, but it can protect the master!With this system, the master Xianyu Xiuxian is no longer a dream. 】

"You're right."

Li Qingan still agrees.

Luck is something that cannot be explained clearly, the way is unknown, and it is extremely mysterious.

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

My luck has already increased to one thousand buckets, and the upper limit of luck in the lower realm is only twelve buckets.

The promotion of cultivation may be late, but it will never be forgotten.

A quiet attic.

Luo Qingyin and Xin Xueer stood by the window with far-sighted eyes, and witnessed the scene of Li Qing'an picking up the fragments of waste rocks.

"Hey, there is really no comparison between people."

After saying something lightly, Luo Qingyin looked away.

She felt relieved.

She no longer thought about why Li Qing'an was so lucky, even if he was protected by the heavens, it was too unreasonable for him to have such good luck.

It has far exceeded the scope of her cognition.

"Xue'er, don't look at it, let's practice."

"it is good--"

......

A dull period of time passed.

As Luo Qingyin said, the Zhizhou government did not come to Yunshuizong to ask for an explanation because of Zhou Canyan's death.

The Zhizhou government manages thousands of miles, so there is no time to worry about a little Golden Core Stage.

Without outside disturbances, Yunshuizong was peaceful.

Like the hermit sect isolated from the world, enjoying a small piece of freedom.

Everyone is living comfortably, and their cultivation is gradually improving.

The only thing that displeased Luo Qingyin and the others was Ouhuang Li Qing'an.

He gets some good luck every now and then, either the heavenly storage ring falls into his hands, or he steps on the panacea.

Good luck, too good to be enviable.

Another two months passed.

During this period, two major events took place.

First, Xin Xueer and Li Qing'an broke through the Nascent Soul stage, and Mo Xunsheng became the oldest person in Yunshui Sect, but the lowest cultivation level.

Second, the internal structure of the Tiankun Dynasty was polarized, the king died, and the princes fought for power.

Among them, the biggest forces belong to the third and fifth princes.

The two of them usually recharge their batteries and have been dormant for many years, just for this moment.

They are all strong in the early stage of the distraction state. After the death of King Tiankun at the peak of the distraction state, no one in the entire Tiankun royal family can suppress their ambitions.

In the entire Tiankun Dynasty, almost all the forces that can be called have already stood in line.

Many Golden Core Stages also joined in the fun, thinking of fighting to the death.

Another three days passed,

Baiyun Town, not far from Yunshuizong Mountain, has a new mayor.

He is a Jindan cultivator, who is said to belong to the Third Prince.

After Chapter 31, I am strong, so I have to act like this B

"Old man Mo, that's all I said."

"Farewell!"

After Chen Beimang clasped his fists together, he flew away.

Looking at the back of Chen Beimang leaving, Mo Xunsheng was full of thoughts.

Chen Beimang is going to close his door to hide from the world.

More than 40 disciples have dispersed.

They are all mortals with the dream of cultivating immortality, but the troubled times are approaching, and the Hundred Life Sect is no longer able to guide them to practice Taoism.

The dynasty was in turmoil and the world was uneven.

In such a large-scale battle, it is difficult for a small force like Baishengmen to survive.

Before closing the door,

Chen Beimang told Mo Xunsheng his opinion.

It probably means that he is not optimistic about the Tiankun Dynasty.

He believes that this battle for imperial power will end in failure, and the imperial power will fall into the hands of outsiders.

Cranes and clams compete, and the fisherman wins.

"Master, are we going to hide from the world too?" Li Qing'an asked.

He knows that retiring from the world is just a blatant way to do it.

If the Yunshui sect is really affected, it is not something you can avoid by saying that you are hiding from the world.

"Ah."

Mo Xunsheng sighed.

He is old, no longer young and frivolous, just thinking about spending the rest of his life in peace.

Just as he turned around and was about to start the hidden formation, an ordinary-looking man came to Yunshuizong.

"Excuse me, is this Yunshui Sect?"

The man came to Mo Xunsheng and asked.

Cultivator Jindan?

Mo Xunsheng sized up the man, and frowned, "I am the Sect Master of Yunshui Sect, may I ask who you are?"

heard,

The man showed joy, clasped his fists and said, "This junior is Yi Hezheng, the new mayor of Baiyun Town. Hearing that the Yunshui Sect has protected Baiyun Town for many years, he specially came to visit senior."

The new mayor of Baiyun Town...people from the third prince...recruiting troops...

A series of messages appeared in Mo Xunsheng's mind.

"So it's Mayor Yi, I've heard about it a long time ago." Mo Xunsheng said with a half-smile.

He is still very clear about the purpose of Yi Hezheng's visit.

He just wanted to win over Yunshuizong and participate in the muddy waters of the imperial power struggle.

After all, in the struggle for imperial power, there are three main battlefields, top monks, mortal monks, and mortals.

"The Yunshui Sect is a hundred-year-old sect, and the younger generation is really lucky to be able to witness it with their own eyes." Yi Hezheng complimented.

Since you want to win over the other party, you have to put on a good face, which is quite normal.

Mo Xunsheng smiled: "A century-old sect, hehe, I can't do it."

"The sect has already gone bankrupt and has not recruited disciples for many years."

With this remark,

Yi Hezheng's face was obviously paused.

He glanced around and found that there were only four figures including Mo Xunsheng.

The other three figures are naturally Li Qingan, Xin Xueer, and Luo Qingyin.

The Zongmen Square was dilapidated, the attic collapsed, and even the air was filled with an old aura.

'Is it that bad already? '

Yi Hezheng's eyes were a little gloomy.

He originally wanted to come to Yunshuizong to solicit some "cannon fodder", but now it seems that this plan has been shattered.

'Forget it, forget it! '

'Four people are also human beings, we must win over first! '

Yi Hezheng cheered up again. The third prince had promised that as long as he succeeded in winning the throne, all those who followed him would be rewarded.

At that time, those who are responsible for wooing, the more people wooed, the more generous the rewards will be.

"Although the senior lives in the deep mountains, he must already know the current situation of the Kun Dynasty like the palm of his hand."

Yi Hezheng first raised Mo Xunsheng's hand, but Mo Xunsheng didn't speak when he heard the words.

see,

Yi Hezheng spoke again, with a little more ambition in his tone,

"Now, with the death of the first emperor and the seizure of power by the third and fifth princes, this is the opportunity for us Golden Core cultivators to turn around!"

"The three princes are talented in strategy, born with the appearance of emperors, and they are bound to win the throne."

"Senior, you only need to stand in line, and you can reap the benefits with a little effort. This is an excellent opportunity!"

"I don't think you, senior, want to be mediocre for the rest of your life!"

This is a set of rhetoric compiled by Yi Hezheng.

Most of them are fake.

For example, even if the third prince succeeds in seizing the throne, there is very little reward that can be distributed to Mo Xunsheng.

Turn over?

Maybe it's gone!

Turn over a big head ghost!