After practicing Qi for a hundred years, I became an NPC?

Chapter 51
three days ago.

Lingwu Mountain.

In the meeting hall.

Because of those mysterious weirdos and Xiao Hong, almost all the famous sects left people on Lingwu Mountain.

But at this moment, all these people gathered together, and all of them looked dignified.

Just yesterday, they received news from the sect at the same time, saying that an unknown black fog had appeared on Xuanjin Mountain, which could not only block all investigations, but also cut off contact with several sects inside.

This is a very unusual thing.

There are even a few people from Xuanjin Mountain in Lingwu Mountain, who also said that they couldn't get in touch with the sect anyway, and they were all very anxious.

Although the major sects of cultivating immortals are not very harmonious, they have lived in peace in this world for so many years, even if there is occasional friction, it is impossible to make trouble on such a major matter.

Several nearby sects sent people to check the situation almost at the same time, and the more they checked, the more frightened they became. They didn't know what the black mist was, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

It just so happened that people from most sects gathered in Lingwu Mountain, so a discussion started directly on Lingwu Mountain.

Among the sects closest to Xuanjin Mountain, Wandaozong is the most famous and powerful among them, and led the first round of investigation without hesitation.

All the information they found was sent to the representative of Wandaozong who stayed on Lingwu Mountain, that sloppy middle-aged man, and asked him to explain it to other sects.

"The black mist has no specific shape, it's like a naturally formed mist, it doesn't feel offensive, but it can block the detection of spiritual power."

"People from my sect entered the mist to test it, but they didn't feel hurt. Let's judge it has no attack power."

"But I don't know what kind of material this black mist is made of. After entering it, the spiritual consciousness will be greatly affected, and the five senses will also decline, making it very easy to lose your way."

The sloppy uncle finished speaking in one breath, wiped his greasy hair, raised his eyelids slightly, and had a hideous and eye-catching scar on his forehead.

He looked at the crowd and said enthusiastically, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Everyone fell into silence, and they digested the content while explaining the situation to their sect.

Among all the sects, only the head of Lingwu Mountain was in the hall, so he was the first to speak:
"Have you found out where the source of the black mist is?"

"Never." The sloppy uncle shrugged.

"We only found out this information in one night, but they are still investigating. However, our suzerain said that the possibility of finding something is small, because the black fog is too restrictive, and they dare not enter rashly."

"Then what should we do now? There are tens of thousands of people inside!" A cute-looking young man couldn't hold back, and spoke in a crying voice.

He is a person from a certain sect in Xuanjin Mountain. Now all his fellow sects, relatives, and friends are all trapped in the black mist, and there is no news of him. He is inevitably a little scared and flustered.

Not only him, but several other people who came out of Xuanjin Mountain were also in a bad mood at the moment, their eyes were reddish, and they were trembling when observed carefully.

It was really hard for them to accept that in just one day, the entire sect that was still in communication the day before yesterday had an accident.

They don't even know whether their fellow disciples are alive or dead. This kind of unknown is the most terrifying.

"Don't worry too much. According to the news from my sect, these black mist are more like a natural phenomenon of spiritual power mutation, and have no offensive power."

"The people inside have lost contact with the people outside. It should be because of the characteristics of the black mist. They can't get out because they can't see anything inside."

Having said that, the sloppy uncle paused and concluded: "In general, it should be safe."

His words didn't comfort these people very well, the young boy who looked a little immature had tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said stubbornly:
"Then you can't stay inside forever, you can't see anything inside, so there is no guarantee that something will happen..."

"Of course they can't be kept inside."

Elder Xihua also spoke. This very powerful elder in Baihua Valley frowned slightly. She should have just discussed with the people in her valley. Her expression was a bit cold, but her tone was still moderate.

"If it is determined that the black mist is not dangerous and the people inside cannot get out, we can bring them out by our outsiders."

"Although you can't see anything inside, you can use spiritual power and protect yourself. We can organize some people to explore inwards at the edge of the black mist. Every time we use a rope to locate them, we can always rescue people."

She talked about a rough prototype of the plan. Although it was a bit crude, there were many capable people present. After understanding it, they immediately understood what she meant, and many people nodded immediately.

"Elder Xihua's plan is good, I agree."

An old man with white hair and beard was the first to agree. He is a member of the Jintang Sect and the old helmsman who has the right to speak. He is honored as Chen Lao.

Jintang Sect, one of the five sects of the three mountains and four valleys, people in this sect like to study poisons and antidote, as well as medical skills, Gu skills and other things, it is an alternative among the immortal sects.

However, their reputation is still very good. As soon as Mr. Chen said this, many people immediately agreed. Occasionally, a few people raised the loopholes of this method, and they were quickly resolved.

They seem to have tacitly agreed to go to the rescue, at most, the plan has not been fully determined, and no one has asked to think about whether to go to the rescue.

Although they have never seen this kind of black mist, it is normal for some strange things to appear in the world of cultivating immortals, and it has no attack power anyway.

Moreover, most of you here are powerful people who have long been famous. They have their own arrogance, and they don't take this matter seriously at all.

In this environment, whoever raised an objection seemed particularly out of place.

"I think, do you need to think twice about this?"

The elder of a small sect struggled for a long time, and finally said weakly: "There has always been a story circulating in our sect. The legendary pioneer of the demon race just likes to use the black mist to explore the way first..."

It's a pity that he was interrupted immediately before he finished speaking.

"Oh, demons? You don't think it's demons when you see something black, right? The demons have long since died in this world. Where did the demons come from? I think you've lost your mind!"

The person who made the noise was an opponent of that person's sect just now. There have always been conflicts between them, and they are even more merciless at this moment.

Although this person's words were ugly, many people nodded.

That's right, there have been no demons in this world for a long time, and the demons have been exterminated for who knows how many years. What this person said is indeed ridiculous.

No one believed what he said, only thought that he didn't want to contribute, and even despised the sect behind him.

This person blushed from being told, and never admitted that he didn't want to contribute. He argued hard there, but he didn't convince many people.

They were noisy and noisy, and it was extremely lively for a while.

The head of Lingwu Mountain, who was sitting on the right seat, and Song Qingju, who was beside him, looked at each other, and they both saw worry in each other's eyes.

Except for the head of Lingwu Mountain who asked a few questions at the beginning, they didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Because Xiao Hong gave them a warning before leaving.

Before Xiao Hong left, he told them that once a mysterious black mist appeared on Xuanjin Mountain and the people on the mountain lost contact, they must be careful, that kind of thing is very, very dangerous, and you will die if you go there, you must not go to check it.

If anyone discusses this with you, don't get involved, don't stand out, don't try to convince them, just sit on the sidelines.

You can try to stop things before they happen, but be anonymous, and be careful not to get caught up in the fire. Once things happen, try your best to reduce your sense of presence. Never participate in discussions, don’t talk about it, don’t say no, don’t express your opinion.

I tried my best, but I couldn't go.

……

Both Song Qingju and the leader believed in Xiao Hong unconditionally, and they even kindly sent anonymous messages to the people on Xuanjin Mountain to let them leave the mountain.

It's a pity that they didn't take it seriously and didn't want to listen at all.

But the black mist, the loss of contact, and even the quarrel that appeared now are all exactly the same as what Xiao Hong said at that time.

They had already been shocked by the turbulent waves in their hearts, and they didn't show any abnormality, it was all because of their acting skills for many years.

They didn't want to have anything to do with it at all, just like Xiao Hong said, they don't support or oppose, and they don't express any opinions.

But there are some idiots who think they want to respect the wishes of the host, so they insist on asking a question.

"What do you think of the head of Xuanling?"

The head of Lingwu Mountain is named Xuan Lingzi. He just wants to be a quiet and beautiful old man at the moment, and he doesn't want to express any opinions, but he is too quiet, so he was called out by name instead.

The man also felt that he was being flattered, so he had a flattering expression on his face.

Xuan Lingzi wished he could strangle this self-proclaimed head of a small sect, but all eyes were on him, and he had no choice but to express his opinion:
"I want to see it again."

"What are you looking at?" Chen Lao frowned, he looked older than Xuan Lingzi, and he was indeed Xuan Lingzi's senior, so he spoke less politely.

"It's such a simple matter, what else is there to think about, each sect sends a few people to rescue it together."

As Chen Lao said, he glanced at Xuan Lingzi and Song Qingju who was beside him, and said: "Let Lingwu Mountain take the lead, it happens to be here, I can see that the girl is good, let's go together."

Song Qingju, who was innocently named: "..."

Why is it so difficult to think about it?

This has all been pointed at the face, and it is impossible to pretend to be dead, so Song Qingyu can only bite the bullet and say: "I think this matter needs to be discussed again."

The weight of what she said was completely different from that of the little sect, and everyone immediately looked at her.

The sloppy man of Wandaozong sneered directly: "Why, you also think that this black mist is strange, is it something from the demon clan?"

"Our sect has already investigated, and the black mist has no attack power. I really don't understand if you are really timid or don't want to contribute."

The words were too impolite, and Song Qingyu couldn't help frowning: "The matter has not been investigated clearly, if you go there rashly, it is easy to cause accidents."

"I didn't say no, I just said to find out first."

"Also find out, we have time to spend slowly outside, do the people inside have time? Can they afford to wait?"

This sloppy man didn't like Lingwu Mountain because his two apprentices were bullied, but now he has seized the opportunity and immediately output a meal.

"I think you guys in Lingwu Mountain are just afraid of things and don't want to do anything to save your fellow disciples, that's why you pushed back and forth like this."

Song Qingju was directly laughed out of anger. Seeing everyone staring at her, she knew that she had to give a plausible reason, so she gritted her teeth and said:

"I have an apprentice who is very good at deduction and divination. He has vaguely calculated a catastrophe for today's event a long time ago. This is a catastrophe for all sects, so I hope you will be more cautious."

The words were so abrupt that many people were stunned.

Only the uncle didn't listen at all, and even sarcastically said: "The apprentice you are talking about is Xiao Hong, right?"

Song Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, his expression slightly unnatural.

The result was such a little emotional change, which was immediately caught by the person, and the person's eyes widened: "No way, is it really him?"

"I remember this Xiao Hong, isn't he just training Qi? The other is Qi training, he can deduce and divination? Are you kidding me?"

The sloppy uncle was originally just to ridicule, but he didn't expect to hit the right one, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed outright.

"Song Qingju, do you believe the words of your qi training apprentice? You are also a master of Yuanying after all, don't you think it's funny when you say something calculated by qi training?"

"Looking at you, I feel that Xiao Hong will definitely not be able to leave the village alive anyway, so let him be used as a target? Anyway, a dead person doesn't care about reputation."

He already hated Xiao Hong, but now that he had seized the opportunity, he wished he could directly put all the shit bowls on the top of Lingwu Mountain, and his voice became louder and louder.

"If you don't want to go, you don't want to go. Isn't it funny to make up such a reason? I really didn't expect Lingwu Mountain to be such a sect, who would refuse to save them and abandon their fellow sects!"

Song Qingju's cold temper made her eyes turn red with anger. She wanted to scold back with great anger, but was stopped by Xuan Lingzi.

Xuan Lingzi's cloudy eyes swept over everyone present, and he spoke calmly but full of majesty:
"First, we never said from the beginning to the end that we would not save our fellow disciples. We just said that we should think more about it and not go there rashly."

"Secondly, this matter is inherently strange, so what's wrong with being more careful? Be careful and drive the boat for thousands of years!"

"Thirdly, I sent Xiao Hong to take the risk to go to that weird village for the sake of all the sects here. He obviously didn't have to go, but he chose to go for everyone. He made contributions for everyone. I don't want anyone to slander him any more. .”

Needless to say Xuan Lingzi's majesty, his old voice resounded clearly in everyone's ears, not angry but majestic.

Now it was hard for everyone to say anything, and the scene fell into an eerie silence for a while.

In the end, it was Chen Lao, who was the most senior, who broke the weird atmosphere.

He stared straight at Xuan Lingzi, his gaze was unabashed: "It's okay to be careful, I just ask, is Lingwu Mountain willing to take the lead?"

All eyes immediately focused on Xuan Lingzi.

It has been said to this level, and I still can't say it, no matter what reason I give, it is true that Xuan Lingzi is too ruthless and disregards the safety of his fellow family members.

In the end, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Naturally."

(End of this chapter)