I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

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After the blood demons made a big fuss in Mount Shu, some of the weaker disciples in the sect suffered heavy casualties.

The news was also conveyed from above the Zongmen.

In the near future, he no longer sends his disciples out of the mountains to perform tasks, but stays in the mountains to practice.

At the same time, the elixir exercises in the sect are provided to the disciples on a large scale, and some holy places for cultivation are opened.

As soon as the news came out, of course all the members of the Shushan sect rejoiced, and quickly praised the elders for doing the right thing.

After all, after this incident, all the disciples, including the deacons and elders, were suppressed in their hearts.

Since hundreds of years.

When did evil spirits make a big fuss in their Shu Mountain and kill so many disciples.

All the disciples, who had experienced the lack of strength, mustered up their energy and began to practice day and night.

The Seven Peaks of Shu Mountain, which were relatively close before, can now be seen everywhere with disciples of Shu Mountain practicing swordsmanship.

Of course, if they had fun, they would suffer for the handyman disciples in the sect, and the tasks would be at least ten times heavier.

If it wasn't for the Zongmen's distribution of pills to them, these handyman disciples would have given up.

Even Yang Chen, the handyman disciple who had been guarding the Sword Tomb, was called out by the sect's deacon to sweep the floor.

Yang Chen, whom no one had remembered for several years, was suddenly called out by a deacon.

At this moment, I can only hold a broom and follow many handyman disciples to start cleaning in the mountains.

There is no way, these disciples will make some noise every now and then when they are practicing.

Playing swords everywhere beat some flowers, plants and trees to death.

These have to be rearranged by the handyman disciples.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, and carefully swept some red and black dust together with a broom in a valley.

The dust was nothing but the ashes scattered from Ding Ying's body after it was smashed.

Carefully sealing Ding Ying's ashes into a jar, Yang Chen also sighed.

After he woke up that day, it was already late, Ding Ying had been completely occupied by the blood demon, and his soul had been swallowed by the blood demon.

And what Yang Chen can do is to destroy the blood demon, but he can't get Ding Ying's soul back.

Even if Yang Chen's current strength has surpassed the combined body, he still can't gather the dissipated primordial spirit back together.

Because in essence, these monks are just relatively powerful people, so how can they subvert reincarnation.

There were only three of the five children in Qinglin Village before.

Putting the ashes into the jar, Yang Chen was going to copy it on his body, and go back to Qinglin Village to bury it when he was free.

At this time, an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes looked at Yang Chen with complicated expressions in his eyes.

To be precise, he looked at the jar in Yang Chen's hand.

At this moment, Yang Chen also saw this kind-hearted old man, and didn't know what the other party meant by looking at the jar in his hand.

Just when Yang Chen wanted to ask, the old man spoke first.

"Yang Chen, I heard that you are one of the five Qinglin Village children who survived with Ding Ying, right?"

Yang Chen nodded: "That's right, we are all from the same village."

There was a hint of nostalgia in the eyes of the old man.

"Then why are you still just a handyman disciple after ten years have passed?"

"Have you ever thought about visiting the Seven Peaks of Shu Mountain and learning how to practice?"

"I'm not talented, and I think it's good to be a handyman disciple, so I don't have to worry about anything."

Yang Chen answered very seriously.

"If I tell you that there is an opportunity for you to become a disciple of Tianjian Peak, would you like to go?"

"No need, I think it's good to be a handyman disciple, and I can accompany the swords left by those Shushan sects in the sword mound every day."

After Yang Chen heard what the old man said, he seemed to understand something, so he responded lightly.

"I haven't thought about practicing for ten years, but I was able to answer without any hesitation."

The old man paused, as if he had thought of something.

Then, the old man continued.

"Then, have you ever blamed the sect for not rehabilitating the five disciples of your Qinglin Village and finding out the murderer behind the scenes?"

"Being a handyman disciple in Jianzhong for ten years, you can only accompany Can Jian every day. Do you have any complaints in your heart?"

Yang Chen replied without the slightest hesitation.

"The sect has raised me for ten years, and the disciple has no complaints. Besides, hasn't the murderer been found?"

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen also pointed to the location of the Demon Lock Tower.

The old man followed the direction of Yang Chen's finger and looked at the position of the Demon Locking Tower, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

In front of the square of the Demon Locking Tower, Elder Gongsun, who had lost his cultivation and was waiting to be dealt with, was being tied up.

"It seems that among the five children in your Qinglin Village, your state of mind is the most outstanding, and you are almost comparable to the monks in the state of Dharma."

The old man looked at Yang Chen carefully, to see if there was any strange expression on his face.

With the state of mind and cultivation of the old man, to an ordinary handyman disciple.

Naturally, it is easy to see whether the other person's face is sincere and whether what they say is true.

As a result, Yang Chen's face was still very calm, like a lake.

If he couldn't practice in front of his peers, he might have gone crazy.

The Dao of Longevity is close in front of you, but you can only be a handyman disciple with no cultivation base.

However, Yang Chen is still able to achieve Gujing Wubo's state of mind, which is far beyond imagination.

Once you start practicing, your future is immeasurable.

After a pause, the old man said seriously.

"I have met several other teenagers in Qinglin Village, and none of them meet my requirements."

"I want to accept you as a disciple, I wonder if you are willing?"

"Disciple, I don't want to..."

Yang Chen spoke directly, and said with a faint smile.

With his current cultivation base, except for the head of Shushan Qingwei who can guide him for a period of time, the other elders can't do anything at all.

Although this old man is sincere and not weak, he has already reached the middle stage of transformation.

But in fact, Yang Chen's cultivation has surpassed that of this old man, so how can he ask for a teacher's guidance?

If there are too many people, it is not conducive to Yang Chen's cultivation plan.

"Well, since you don't want to, it means that you and I have no relationship between a teacher and an apprentice."

The old man's face was slightly disappointed, and then recovered quickly.

Then he took out a simple blue book from his body and put it in Yang Chen's hand.

"I gave you this book. It will help you. You can read it every day when you have nothing to do."

Sighing, the old man glanced at the jar in Yang Chen's hand again, and then turned into a ray of light and left here.

After the old man left, Yang Chen looked at the scripture in his hand.

Just read on the cover,

"Too mysterious feeling article."