Do not die

Because of last night's leisurely gathering and witnessing Qingxuanzong's sudden and uncharacteristic actions, a lot of time was wasted.

When Meng Zhou ended his practice, it was almost noon.

He did not continue to practice in his room, but left Ruyiju and entered Fangshi.

In fact, not many people can be as patient as him.

Since many monks witnessed that scene last night, their excitement has never calmed down.

Even those who have never witnessed it with their own eyes now understand what happened through word of mouth from others.

No one can sit still.

Meng Zhou was walking on the street. The monks who came and went were no longer as calm as usual. They were all running back and forth in a hurry, trying to find out more information.

And if you look carefully, you can also find that the expressions of the monks coming and going reveal an inexplicable flush of excitement.

Because everyone realizes one thing, something big is going to happen, something big is going to happen!

Qingxuan Sect is the heaven of Qingxuan Domain.

If the Qingxuan Domain is regarded as a pond, whether the pond is clear or turbid, calm or choppy, the will of the Qingxuan Sect will be decisive.

Those who are too far away from Qinglin Peak and have short-sightedness to sit in a well and look at the sky may not be able to see this clearly.

But the monks who can take root and survive in Qinglinfang see this very clearly.

If you don't have this knowledge, it will be difficult to establish yourself in Qinglinfang.

Eighty years ago, the seventy-year-long battle at Qinglin Peak finally came to an end. The alliance of forces headed by five powerful alchemy monks, which later became the predecessor of Qingxuan Sect, became the biggest winner.

Since then, Qingxuanzong has taken drastic measures internally and worked hard to practice his internal skills, but externally he has always maintained a gentle, calm and indifferent attitude.

If the "inspirational story" of the five elders of Qingxuan who fought back all the way and finally became the new master of Qinglin Peak was still being circulated everywhere, just looking at his behavior over the years, Qingxuan Sect would have been mistaken for a toothless tiger.

Over the years, Qingxuanzong's energy has basically been within the mountain gate, and at most Qinglinfang.

Although its influence has been slowly increasing in other parts of Qingxuan Territory, its methods are mild.

Even the first group of old people who came to Qinglinfang said they had never seen such a sudden and violent action like last night.

This information can all confirm one thing. Something big must be happening, and it is likely to be something that can affect the entire Qingxuan Territory!

Everyone is worried and afraid about this, but at the same time, they are also looking forward to it and are eager to try it.

It is an exaggeration to say that everyone is afraid of chaos, but great opportunities are usually hidden in great chaos. This is the consensus of almost all the monks in Qingxuan Domain.

Because Qingxuanzong is the biggest role model.

Meng Zhou walked on the streets of Qinglinfang, feeling the strange atmosphere that spread to every corner and everyone in the city.

Soon, Meng Zhou stepped into a teahouse, Xiangminglou.

"Sorry, the room is full. Next time please...ah, Fellow Daoist Meng!"

The shopkeeper didn't even raise his head. When he sensed someone entering the room, he immediately rejected him.

However, when he looked up and saw that the person coming was Meng Zhou, he immediately changed his smile and greeted him.

Meng Zhou is also an old customer here, especially in the past half month or so, he has been here almost every other day, and he has long been familiar with the shopkeeper here.

Not only did he not push the person out, but he took the initiative to lead Meng Zhou upstairs.

"Are there a lot of people today?" Before he went upstairs, Meng Zhou could already hear noisy sounds coming from upstairs.

The shopkeeper said:

"No, no less than ten people gathered outside before I opened the door early in the morning.

However, I didn’t pick up any of those people, and I left them all outside the door. "

Meng Zhou was surprised and said: "It's so new. You open the door to do things and drive the guests out?"

The shopkeeper sneered and said:

“Everyone comes to my place to drink tea on weekdays. Is it really because my spiritual tea tastes good?

They usually don't come to the door, but now they wanted to inquire about something, so they all came over. What a wonderful idea! "

Having said this, he looked at Meng Zhou and said, "I won't accept any of those strangers today. I'll prepare them all for regular customers like you. Even if there are empty seats, I won't let a stranger in."

Meng Zhou gave the other party a thumbs up and praised: "Brother, it's bright!"

The shopkeeper understood the truth very clearly. Everyone came to his teahouse to drink tea, not just because the spiritual tea he provided was more delicious.

This is essentially an information exchange platform for everyone to exchange what they have, and a way for everyone to obtain information.

Ordering a pot of spiritual tea requires ten low-grade spiritual stones. What you buy is not tea, but what you buy is a membership.

If you pay it back at any other time, that's it. Both strangers and regular customers are guests, so there's no reason to rush out.

But it was different today. If the strangers crowded out the regular customers, his business would definitely not get better in the future.

In addition, Meng Zhou guessed that the shopkeeper had another layer of concern, safety.

At this time, everyone is trying their best to get more information.

But on the other hand, everyone felt a tight string in their hearts, reminding themselves not to do anything that would violate Qingxuan Sect's taboo at this time.

Everyone is living under the nose of Qingxuanzong.

Especially merchants like the shopkeeper of Xiangminglou have more contact with Qingxuan Sect, so they are naturally more careful about it.

At this time, dragging unknown strangers into the circle is not asking for trouble.

After sending Meng Zhou upstairs, the shopkeeper continued downstairs to guard the door.

Meng Zhou did not stay long, and left Xiangming Tower about half an hour later.

Everyone had a very heated discussion, but it was all based on personal speculations without any solid evidence.

A place for information exchange has been turned into a brainstorming competition for everyone.

There are endless conjectures. For example, the Qingxuan Sect, which has been dormant for eighty years, wants to start a war with the Alchemy Sect, and the Qingxuan Sect wants to launch a cross-regional expedition against the Jinding Sect...

Anyway, no matter how exaggerated it is.

Meng Zhou came here to understand the real situation, not to listen to everyone's crowdfunding stories.

The others were still chatting enthusiastically there, but he lost interest in listening and left directly.

After leaving Xiangming Tower, Meng Zhou didn't go anywhere else. He went directly back to Ruyiju and continued to practice in seclusion.

However, he would still make a special trip to Xiangming Tower every afternoon when the flow of people was at its peak, always paying attention to the follow-up of the incident.

The fourth day of the first lunar month, afternoon.

As soon as Meng Zhou walked out of Ruyiju, he felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

The monks walking on the street made more eye contact.

Meng Zhou met a few people who made eye contact with him, as if they were hiding something they wanted to say. But when Meng Zhou looked over again, they had already passed by and had no intention of talking to him.

Everyone has the desire to communicate, but they dare not express their opinions at will.

The road is the same as the eyes, and that's probably it.

Meng Zhou's heart moved, he quickened his pace and came to Xiangming Tower.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the shopkeeper of Xiangminglou quickly waved to him, "Fellow Daoist Meng, hurry up, there is some breaking news!"

"Is there any result?" Meng Zhou stepped forward and asked.

"Yeah." The shopkeeper nodded quickly.

"Why did Qingxuanzong dispatch so many spaceships?"

"Unplug the cancer."

"Cancer? Who?"

"Mo's family in Jade Lake."

"ah?!"

Meng Zhou was dumbfounded and immediately stood there.