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Chapter 197 Cry Like a Child
The matter of Tianyong City spread throughout China at an extremely fast speed.

In the land of Shenzhou, while countless monks and mortals were panicking, more people flocked to Tianyong City.

Contrary to those who flocked to Tianyong City, Qingyun and Tianyin Temple's two righteous sects left immediately after the end to return to their respective sects.

Albatron, Tongtian Peak.

After returning to Qingyun with a group of disciples, Tian Buyi and Suru went straight to the sect master's quiet room.

"Brother Sect Leader, Tianyin Temple is too deceitful, Puzhi's bald donkey massacred at the foot of my Qingyun Mountain, Tianyin Temple's abbot Puhong bald donkey knew about it, and made my disciple suffer for nothing for two years.

Now that the truth is revealed, Na Pukong doesn't want to make amends, but wants to kill Xiaofan to silence his words.

I, Qingyun, can't swallow this breath! "

In the quiet room, suppressing his anger and waiting for Suru to explain the matter clearly, Tian Buyi could no longer control the urge to hit Tianyin Temple.

However, after hearing Tian Buyi's words, Daoxuan seemed a little hesitant.

His own disciple was wronged, as the sect behind him, he naturally wanted to ask for an explanation for the younger generation.

But as Tian Buyi said, the two sects went to war directly, but it was not what he wanted.

He also wants to be passionate, and he also wants to seek a good luck.

But sitting in this position, he had to think about Qingyun, and had to focus on the overall situation.

As for the battle between the two sects, no matter who wins or loses, in fact, both sides will lose.

Even if they win, the sect's strength will be damaged.

Looking at Daoxuan's expression, Tian Buyi knew what was going on in his heart.

Similarly, Tian Buyi can also understand the scruples in Daoxuan's heart.

After all, his Qingyun family has a great career, and if he puts all his eggs in one basket when his brain is hot, then Daoxuan is not worthy of sitting in the position of head.

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"Brother Sect Leader, Senior Zhou once said that all the inheritance of Tianyin Temple comes from your piece of jade in the back mountain of Tianyin Temple.

And in the jade bi, one of the greatest secrets of China is hidden - one of the five volumes of heavenly scriptures.

As soon as these words came out, two rays of light suddenly shot out from Daoxuan's eyes.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​Tianyin Temple killed my whole village of Qingyun's disciples with the intention of hiding the truth.

When my disciple is humiliated, I, Qingyun, will never stand by and watch.

Pass down the order, three days later all the elites of the sect will be sent to crusade against Tianyin Temple, and Tianyin Temple must give me Qingyun and give me Qingyun's disciples a satisfactory statement.

Let the world know that my disciples of Qingyun cannot be violated, let disciples of Qingyun know about the sect, and they will always be their strongest backing! "

Suddenly there was a row of sandalwood chairs, Daoxuan got up abruptly, his words were full of righteous words.

Tian Buyi: "."

Suru: "."

Although I guessed it a long time ago, I am still very surprised that you are really such a senior brother Daoxuan.

After being speechless, Tian Buyi also had an aggressive look in his eyes.

"Junior brother leads disciple Zhang Xiaofan, and Qingyun leads disciples of thousands of disciples to thank the head senior brother."

Tian Buyi bowed and bowed to Daoxuan without the slightest affectation.

Daoxuan hurriedly supported Tian Buyi.

And the news that Qingyun was about to start a full-scale war against Tianyin Temple, and was about to ask for an explanation for his disciples, also spread throughout the seven veins of Qingyun within the incense stick of Daoxuan's decision.

Whether it is a disciple or a teacher, when they heard the news, they couldn't help being stunned.

This decision was really made by the senior brother (uncle)?
Such a decision. Very unreasonable!
Of course, while being stunned, the chief elders will not mention it for the time being, but the hearts of the disciples of the younger generation are all enthusiastic, and their sense of belonging to the sect is immediately increased.

That junior named Zhang Xiaofan was wronged, the sect did not hesitate to ask for an explanation for him, even went to war with Tianyin Temple who is also one of the three sects of righteousness.

So what about them?

Also as a disciple of Qingyun, who would not have a sense of belonging to such a sect?

Given a choice, who wouldn't want to join such a sect?

Dragon Head Peak.

The news spread throughout Qingyun, and naturally reached Cang Song's ears.

At this time, the sect disciples who Sui Tian was not easy to return to were still in the Tongtian Peak, and they could not return to their own mountain due to some special reasons.

Therefore, the only thing that can reach Cangsong's ears is Daoxuan's decision to start a full-scale war at Tianyin Temple.

In the room, it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be felt, but there were indeed one or two people sitting on the chair.

"Hmph! Daoxuan, Daoxuan, the great cause of the sect is in your hands, is this how you take charge?

For a disciple, or a disciple who clings to Dafan Prajna and refuses to be handed over to the sect, you are desperate to start a full-scale war with Tianyin Temple. Is this your great talent?

If Senior Brother Wan is still here."

After a long silence, Cangsong whispered a few words to himself with icy coldness in his eyes.

When it came to 'Brother Wan', it was just a sentence, followed by a long silence.

"Hmph, Qingyun is also in decline in your hands. If that's the case, I, Cangsong, will personally destroy this sect that nurtured me, taught me, grew up with me, and engraved the memory of my life. I used to be the most beloved sect." Bar!"

After speaking, Cang Song got up and walked to the table.

Standing in front of the table, Cangsong stood quietly for a long time.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, a flash of determination flashed in Cang Song's eyes, he stretched out his right hand, picked up the pen resolutely, and wrote lines of small characters on the letter paper spread on the desk.

The time of a stick of incense has passed quietly, and the ink on the paper has dried up.

Turning around, Cang Song took out a wooden box from the hidden compartment under the bed.

Open the wooden box, inside is a small incense burner.

Without further hesitation, Cang Song took out the incense burner in the wooden box with both hands and put it on the table, picked up the letter paper full of small characters on the table, and put it in the incense burner.

"Qingyun. What a familiar Qingyun.

It's a pity that there is no Senior Brother Wan in Qingyun."

Flames rose from the fingertips, and Cangsong muttered to himself, preparing to set the letter paper on fire.

This is how he communicates with the Wandumen Poison God. For decades, they have been relying on this thing to transmit information.

But before that, Cangsong never conveyed any news of betraying Qingyun.

But at this moment... he finally made a decision, and was ready to pass on such a news that could destroy Qingyun.

The flame at the fingertips had already touched the furnace body, and the letter paper was about to be ignited.

At this moment, Cangsong no longer has any hesitation or guilt in his heart.

All he had in his heart was Ruyi, which was about to destroy Qing Yun's Ruyi who caused his Senior Brother Wan to suffer an injustice and die.

However.
"Without you, Senior Brother Wan, Qingyun is still that Qingyun!"

Just at the moment when the flame from Cangsong's fingertips was about to touch the letter paper and the news was about to be spread, an old, sighing and emotional voice sounded outside the door.

This voice is very strange, so strange that Cangsong has no impression of hearing it in Qingyun in a hundred years even with his memory of being a strong man in the transformation stage.

This voice is so familiar again.

Although this voice has become old, even though this voice has not been heard for more than a hundred years.

But at this moment, when the once familiar voice sounded in his ears again, Cang Song still recognized the identity of the owner of the voice immediately.

The senior brother he misses so much——Wan Jianyi!

tremble!

Cang Song's body couldn't help trembling because of the uncontrollable excitement.

Rejoicing, the emotion that hadn't appeared since the senior brother who was so kind to him a hundred years ago since Qingyun disappeared, rose again in his heart.

Scared!
When he wanted to destroy Qingyun, he was not afraid.

When he thought of the possibility of dying after failure, he was not afraid.

When calculating Pu Zhi, he was also not afraid.

But at this moment, he just heard this familiar voice and thought of the identity of the person standing outside the door.

In Cang Song's heart, an emotion called fear is constantly growing.

Afraid, or rather afraid!
He was afraid that if this voice sounded for a moment at night, he might have done something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Squeak!"

There was no wind outside the window, but the door was pushed open by an invisible force.

Outside the door, a one-armed old man was exposed, dressed in green clothes, with an old and haggard face.

If there are disciples who have stayed here for a long time in Tongtian Peak, they may be able to recognize that the appearance of this old man is the same as that of the sweeping old man in the ancestor's ancestral hall in the forbidden area behind Tongtian Peak.

However, at this time, the old man's back is no longer hunched, and his eyes are no longer cloudy. Although he is old, he is no longer as lifeless as the old man sweeping the floor in the ancestral hall.

The old man was dressed in a green shirt, standing in the night.

The breeze was blowing, and the bright moonlight was falling. In a trance, Cangsong seemed to see a young, handsome, unrestrained face in the moonlight, showing a gentle smile like his father's generation to himself.

"Junior Brother Cangsong, long time no see!"

Fantasy and reality coincide, and the old voice rang in his ears, making Cang Song's heart twitch violently.

In a trance, he thought of the scene when he saw that young man for the first time when he was a child.

The knife that took the lives of his parents just now was less than an inch away from his neck.

I stared at the executioner fiercely, as if I wanted to remember him firmly, there is no revenge in life, even if I die like a ghost, I have to eat his flesh and swallow his bones.

Then, at the moment when the knife was about to cut his throat, a sword light slashed across, and the long knife was chopped into pieces by the sword light.

Immediately afterwards, that youthful face appeared in front of him.

He will never forget that it was this face that gave him a reassuring smile back then.

He will never forget that when he made his choice, the owner of this face restrained the enemy and let him pierce the opponent's heart with his long sword.

He would never forget that it was the owner of this face who brought him back to Qingyun, let him worship Longshou Peak, and achieved today's achievements.

Now, even if the young man is getting old, even if this face is covered with wrinkles, he can still recognize this face with just one glance.

"Senior Brother Wan!"

drop!answer!
In the corner of the eye, there are tears falling down.

Cang Song, who has been in charge of Longshou Peak for hundreds of years, holds a pivotal role in the Qingyun, and can be described as a powerful person who is below one person and above ten thousand people.

This one person can defeat the country, and one person can disturb the power of Shenzhou Fengyun.

The moment I saw this old face, I cried like a child.

(End of this chapter)