I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The old spider paused, got down from the chair, stood up and stretched out, as if to straighten his rickety back, then moved around and continued:

"I'm already busy with the old man now. This time, the "Hundred News" conference is not easy. I have to keep an eye on the news about the whole sex and the outside world."

"As for you, Gu Yun! Just put the things in the building in these few days and leave it to Cheng Huang and Mingzhi to do more, so you can take more of the old man with me, and learn more while I'm still alive. Wei is gone, so you can count on it to be useful in the future."

"You don't have to worry too much about the plan to intercept and take down Lin Meng. If there is an old man, I will take the seat myself. Even if I can't take the Fulong Spear Immortal, his identity will become a good knife for us!"

"Thank you for the kindness of the old spider. Although the younger generation is not as good as Yingwei, they will work hard."

Ye Guyun bowed slightly to thank the old man, and saw that he wanted to take a break after he was busy, and hurriedly asked:

"I don't know what Mr. Spider thinks about the Eleventh Prince?"

"Eleventh Prince?"

Old Spider raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then he heard Ye Guyun's overtones. This was not only a question of the eleventh prince, but also a question of the current five great masters.

Thinking of this, the old spider sneered and said:

"These eleven princes, the highest is not the best, the current prince's powerful rival, I think that 80% of them are useless!"

"The prince has the oldest qualifications, the most stable temperament, and has a solid foundation in controlling the government for many years; the thirteen princes are young and good at war, and they have high prestige in cultivation.

"Among the three most powerfully competing for the position of prince, his eleventh princes are incompetent, and they are powerless and have no merits in foreign wars. They will collude with some family forces. They look like a prince, like a businessman. , The business is done. Our Fengyulou is here."

When the business arrived, Old Spider paused, his tone turned cold and disdainful, hehe sneered twice before continuing:

"Hehe! Starting his business is actually to eradicate dissidents and some tricks, there is no half of courage and shrewdness!"

"What's more, what he was looking for was the idiots of the five families. These five families are all family systems, and spider webs are not easy to penetrate, so they can only stare at them."

"I'll leave this to you, Gu Yun, you have to help me keep an eye on the five idiots of the old man. They must tell me what they do with the eleven princes as soon as possible. Those idiots broke our plan."

Listening to the old spider screaming at the five big people, this was exactly what Ye Guyun liked. He also sneered and nodded:

"Don't worry, Mr. Spider, there is a junior master who is in charge. Except for the orders of the master pavilion himself, the junior masters can dismiss the orders of the three senior patrons of them, and will not let those idiots do us harm."

"That's good, today those idiots dare to bring outsiders into the dark pavilion, or in front of the big pavilion master. Those two people are still such unruly people who do not know how to live or die. They really think that the dark pavilion is the five of them. It's not going to be done."

"The old spider is right. People gather people by group. Of course, these idiots must gather together. It's a pity that Long Live Lord Wang is kind and kind and didn't kill those idiots on the spot."

"Well, with regard to these five people, Gu Yun, you have to work harder in the future. Now there are still three of their elders in the dark pavilion. You have to get rid of them all while you are in power and let Fengyulou rebuild. Clean up."

"Old spider, rest assured, since Long Live Lord Wang returned to Fengyulou, this Fengyulou has not belonged to the five families anymore."

Ye Guyun and the old man were chatting like this, and they walked outside while chatting, leaving the dark room until they reached the corner of the floor.

"Guoyun, you need to take care of the other things in the building first. Don't send it away. The old man, I will go back by myself. You will send the message for me, and let the other leaders of the spider web come to me to report the news one by one. I'll talk to you later!"

At the corner, the old spider waved his hand and ordered Ye Guyun to go down. He walked down the tall building of the headquarters alone and walked deep into the canyon shrouded in dense fog.

In the canyon behind the high buildings of Fengyulou headquarters, there are the core place, reserve place, and training place of Fengyulou. The major elite groups are among them, and even the previous talent groups led by the chief coach Xiao Mingzhi are also there. Within.

And there is an inconspicuous underground cave called Pansi Cave. It is the gathering point of the spider web members led by the old spider at the headquarters. Even if he rarely comes here, even if he once retired, the cluster still remains. Nothing has moved yet.

Just after the old spider and Ye Guyun discussed the information and worked out the next plan and action, Lin Meng, who was far away in Xizhou, was still participating in the memorial service organized by Master Xinyou for Gu Anmin, striving for an early resumption of the war. Li, without knowing that his identity has been easily seen by an intelligence master at the transmission level.

At the same time, in addition to Fengyulou, another person also silently followed the news of the Five Sacred Swords...

In the gorgeous spring day, a harmonious and divided Zhongzhou with the fragrance of birds and flowers, in a study in Hongjian, an elegant young man in Tsing Yi was facing the wide open window sash in front of him, bowing his head and carefully sketching a painting. It is Lin Jin, the superintendent of the contemporary Hongjian, Wanjuanshu.

His painting is the unique scenery of the overlapping mountains and the flying birds in Xizhou. The painting is delicate and ingenious, and it is a rare masterpiece of landscape.

"Master, master! Have you finished the painting well, the guy surnamed Wang wants this painting this noon!"

The young man unhurriedly outlined the painting, and it was about to be completed, but behind him, a young man wearing a cyan tight-fitting Confucian swordsman, who was waiting with his arms folded, couldn't wait, frowned and shouted and urged. .

But Lin Jin was still in a stable state of mind. He sketched out the paintings at hand without rushing, and didn't even shake his hands. He didn't feel annoyed by the boy's disrespect and urging. On the contrary, Wen smiled and shook his head slightly, his tone was not tight Not slow:

"Zhuolin, what do you want me to do, just bet with others, and you have to bet on my paintings of your master, and if you lose in the end, I have to paint you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuo Lin seemed to have been aggrieved in some way, he turned his head and muttered slightly, and muttered in defense in a low voice:

"What can I do, the guy surnamed Wang has a stubborn temper. Don't stop betting against me on other things, just master your paintings."

Hearing that Lin Jin turned his head slightly, glanced at the aggrieved and angry teenager behind him, couldn't help but sneered, feeling funny and angry, and sighed helplessly:

"Oh! Don't have a surname king, they are the grandsons of Wushuang Zun Wang Lin, who will succeed the city lord of Wushuang City, the person who inherits the throne of Wushuang King!"

"What Wushuangzun! It's just an old man who hangs immortal with a breath of spirit, how can you be a master! You are so stylish, you never have to look at people directly, as cold as iron!"

Zhuo Lin seemed to be dissatisfied, yelling behind Lin Jin, not thinking how great the other party was. In his eyes, his master was a famous master.