Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 137 Chapter 137
"Boom—"

The sky and the earth changed color, sand and rocks were blown away, and all living beings were startled.

But Zhang Yuanqing in the cave remained motionless like a statue that would not melt for thousands of years, neither listening nor hearing, neither breathing nor breathing, neither moving nor quiet.

Fate surged, and a ferocious and mighty white tiger with golden eyes raised its head to the sky and roared.

On the skin, the dark red rune orders became more and more dazzling.

At this time, a figure in green clothes and iron face stepped on the moon.

In the secret room, Zhang Yuanqing felt something in his heart, his eyes snapped apart like lightning, and the double pupils gathered divine light, bursting out with terrifying power.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong air force destroyed everything and blew up the entire secret room to pieces.

In the next second, Zhang Yuanqing came to Yuan Tiangang's side in an instant.

On the head of the Cangbing Pavilion, the two stood side by side.

"It's done?"

"It's done."

Zhang Yuanqing's divine light is introverted, and the brand-new Supreme Divine Art has already circulated around the sky. Between every movement and stillness, there seems to be infinite Dao rhymes emerging.

One old and one young stand side by side, looking at the clouds and wind.

The high mountains lie on the clouds, and you can see the boundless mountains and rivers at a glance.

The mountain wind howled, let the wind blow from all directions, and the two stood still like pillars of the sky.

Yuan Tiangang said lightly: "Climb to the top, and then look down, how is the scenery?"

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains... The scenery here is unique."

Yuan Tiangang was overwhelmed with emotion for a moment, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers make people nostalgic."

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but look sideways, and said: "Why, why did you, who has lived for 300 years, become depressed?"

"Ha ha…"

Yuan Tiangang chuckled and took off his mask.

"You have made a great achievement today. This commander should have celebrated with you. Unfortunately, there are still too many things to influence me. I'm afraid I won't have another chance for the rest of my life."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the twilight in Yuan Tiangang's tone, and knew that there was no turning back for that decision.

"Are you also so sentimental? I thought you were really too forgetful."

"In my heart, all emotions are a burden to the revival of Tang Dynasty. Before the great cause is completed, everyone can only be my pawn."

"Including yourself?"

"Including Ben Shuai himself!"

You will die... Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, the emotions in his heart became more complicated.

Yuan Tiangang seemed to have seen Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts, turned around, put on a mask and went down the mountain.

"Let's go, there are too many unfinished business."

Zhang Yuanqing turned around and asked, asking a question that had been hidden in his heart for many years.

"Is it really more important to you to reappear the prosperous Tang Dynasty than to live? Is it more important than you, those bad people who are loyal to you, and the world?"

"In this world, you are not important, nor is this handsome man, nor are bad people."

Yuan Tiangang stopped, and finally looked back at Zhang Yuanqing, there seemed to be endless words under the mask.

"In the future, the world will be prosperous and light years, and you will take a look at it for me."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at his receding back, feeling very complicated in his heart.

Old man, why are you bothering?
...

Two days later.

Zhang Yuanqing left the mountain, this farewell was the last time the two saw each other.

He took Shengtong away, and asked Yuan Tiangang for another person—one of the 36 captains of bad guys, Tianzangxing Sanqianyuan.

"Where do we want to go?"

Sheng Tong stammered and asked while looking at Zhang Yuanqing's face.

"Go to Li Xingyun."

"Lee, Nebula?"

Shengtong muttered to himself, with a bit of struggle on his delicate face, repeating the name over and over again.

Familiar and unfamiliar, the memories in my mind are constantly surging, and the pictures of the past are flooding in like a tide.

"I want, find, Li Xingyun, and open the treasure of Long... Spring. I am, the key..."

Sanqianyuan was driving a carriage, and Zhang Yuanqing sat opposite Shengtong in the carriage.

Hearing this, Sanqianyuan turned around and asked, "My lord, it's been so long since I've been out, and I still don't know where we're going."

Even though Zhang Yuanqing and Sanqianyuan belong to the bad school lieutenant, but Zhang Yuanqing's identity is too scary, Liang Shan's rhetoric can't help but be admired, not to mention his strength is enough to match the bad handsome, Sanqianyuan dare not be the helmsman. People, the tone is full of respect.

"Go find someone."

"Who?"

"Thousands of miles in the red land, a paint maker, and a corpse ancestor welder."

...

"Corpse Ancestor Welding Demon?"

Li Xingyun was taken aback, seeing Hou Qing's look that didn't seem to be joking, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

This helper is too...big.

Chi Meng came over and patted him on the shoulder, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Guo Guo, although my little apprentice is a bit funny, he is still very reliable."

Zhang Zifan also came over and said: "Yesterday, news came from You Chuan that the counterfeit has joined forces with Du Gong, Li Siyuan, and Meng Po, plus those princes with ambiguous attitudes. Ba's help is an extra guarantee, isn't it?"

Li Xingyun couldn't help but smile, and said: "It's such a thing, but I..."

"Don't worry, Welding Ba will definitely help you."

Hou Qing's swearing words made everyone puzzled.

"Why?"

Hou Qing pointed to Zhang Zifan and said, "Because of him?"

"I?"

Zhang Zifan was stunned, when did he have such a big face, he didn't even know Welding Ba.

"Because your father used to have a deep friendship with our four ancestors, not to mention my two sisters... um... don't worry, Welding Ba will definitely make a move for Zhang Yuanqing's sake."

Hearing this, Zhang Zifan's expression was gloomy, he didn't expect that Zhang Yuanqing was gone, and he still had such connections, he couldn't help feeling a bit bitter.

"My father..."

Seeing that these little guys looked like frost-beaten eggplants, Hou Qing couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

That guy, who faked his death again and again, is really worthless.

"Let's go, I won't be able to catch dinner if I go late."

...

"Yin Yang Town?"

"Boom—"

Dark clouds covered the sky, the sky was covered with thunder, and the cold wind blew.

"so cold."

Lu Linxuan folded his arms, shivering from the cold.

Chi Meng, who was following Li Xingyun, also nodded, and couldn't help getting closer to him.

"Heaven and earth are harmonious, and everything is solid. There is no sunshine all day long in this place. If you live for a long time, you will easily suffer from cold illness and have a short life."

Hou Qing walked in front, and said as he walked, "You are right, so here... there are more funerals."

Just as he was talking, there were bursts of crying in the distance.

The paper money fluttered down in the wind at random, under the flickering white paper lanterns, beside the burning fire, a mother and son felt heartbroken.

Looking around, the whole street was crying.

The coffins placed gave off a decaying air, and paper figurines with eyebrows and eyes were leaning on them, staring straight at the passers-by.

The funeral procession passed through it, taking care of their own affairs and taking refuge for idlers.

Several people continued to walk deep into the town.

Hou Qing kicked open the door.

"Welding Ba, come out to pick up the guests."

Inside the house, a mighty man with a leopard head and ring eyes, wearing a fang mask, a blue skin, and a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging obliquely on his shoulders was carefully sketching a graceful paper figurine.

(End of this chapter)