I'm not a psychopath!

At this time, he noticed that Qin Zhan, Qin Xiaosui's elder brother, had not come yet, so he asked his junior sister Luo Shui next to him: "Why didn't Brother Qin Zhan come today?"

Luo Shui answered while drinking tea: "He had something important to do, so he rushed back to Beijing last night. Before he left, he told everyone to be at ease, and he would not come for breakfast."

Jiang Qing nodded to show his understanding.

Just like the disciples of Ziyun Sect have their own responsibilities, sometimes it is common to miss meals because of training or tasks.

Maybe the Qin family has something important to deal with.

"Little Junior Brother, what are you thinking about?" Li Changsheng asked when he saw Jiang Qing was a little absent-minded.

Jiang Qing came back to his senses and smiled: "Nothing."

After breakfast, Jiang Qing returned to his residence. In the oil paper in his hand were a few hot big buns, the buns were stuffed with spirit fish meat, and there was also a bowl of animal milk.

Qin Xiaosui had already woken up and was sitting in front of the dressing table, washing and dressing. Jiang Qing walked over, hugged her gently, and said softly, "Xiaosui, good morning."

Qin Xiaosui turned around, snuggled in Jiang Qing's arms, and said softly, "Brother Qing, good morning."

The two smiled at each other.

...

Ziyun Sect, Jiang Qing's study.

Jiang Qing sat in front of the desk, the pen in his hand hovering in the air, his eyes fell on a mysterious letter that had just been opened.

The letter was unsigned, the handwriting was simple and mysterious, revealing an indescribable majesty.

The letter read: "The survival of the human race depends on a thread. The luck of the Central Plains will be dispersed. You, who bears the heavy responsibility of the sect, are willing to take on this responsibility, gather luck, and protect our human race?"

Jiang Qing was shocked. The content of this letter was related to the fate of the entire human race, and he dared not neglect it in the slightest.

But who wrote this letter?

Why did it appear in his room?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, and then picked up the pen to reply on the letter paper: "Junior Jiang Qing, I would like to hear the details, how to gather luck and protect our human race?"

Just then, the air in the study suddenly fluctuated, and a vague figure gradually solidified across the desk.

This was the image of an old man whose face could not be seen clearly. He was wearing a long robe, with white hair and a long beard, and exuded a vicissitudes and powerful aura.

The real immortal style.

The old man's voice seemed to have traveled through time and space, slowly echoing in the study: "Jiang Qing, do you know what luck is?"

Jiang Qing respectfully replied: "Luck is the power of heaven and earth, and it is related to the rise and fall of a country and a clan."

The old man nodded and continued:

"That's right.

Luck is invisible, but it can affect everything. Now the luck of the Central Plains is about to dissipate, and the human race is facing an unprecedented crisis. You are in the Ziyun Sect, and you should do something."

Jiang Qing's heart moved, and he asked: "May I ask the senior, looking at the entire continent, I am just a small Yuanying cultivator, how can I protect the human race?"

The old man did not answer this question, but continued to answer like a machine: "To condense luck, three conditions must be met.

First, you must have enough strength to sense and guide luck.

Second, you need to find the source of luck and establish a connection with it.

Finally, you must have the world in your heart and have a heart of love to truly condense luck."

Jiang Qing listened carefully, and had some ideas in his mind. He asked: "Although I am still a young man, I am willing to try my best. I wonder what the source of luck you are referring to is...?"

Is it the Dragon of Luck?

The old man smiled slightly and said: "The source of luck is hidden between heaven and earth, and you need to explore it yourself.

But I can tell you one thing, Ziyun Sect is a famous and upright sect in the Central Plains, and its foundation is profound, and it may provide you with some clues."

Jiang Qing was delighted and quickly stood up and saluted: "Thank you for your guidance."

The figure of the old man gradually became blurred, and his voice became farther and farther away: "Jiang Qing, time is running out, you take care of yourself." After saying that, the figure of the old man completely dissipated in the air.

Jiang Qing stood in the study, lost in thought for a long time.

The other party's origins were unknown, his motives were unknown, and the so-called source of luck was probably the Dragon of Luck.

Since the other party didn't know that he had taken the Dragon of Luck, then why did he find him?

And when the other party talked to him, he always gave him a feeling of unreality, as if there was an infinite distance between them.

But he could not sense any malice, and the other party had no reason to lie to him.

Is it fun to lie to him?

He sat down again, picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and wrote down his determination on the letter paper: "Junior Jiang Qing will not let down the trust of the predecessors, do his best, gather luck, and protect our human race."

As the last stroke fell, a light suddenly lit up in the study, and Jiang Qing felt a warm and powerful force pouring into his body. His cultivation was significantly improved at this moment.

Jiang Qing frowned suddenly, took a deep breath, put away the letter paper, and strode out of the study.

Outside the house, it was already overcast at some point, and the dense and heavy clouds hovered in the sky, which was very depressing.

…

Baili Ye suddenly woke up from his bed, his heart tightened, and he secretly said that it was not good.

He actually fell asleep at such an important moment, and today was the big day of his close friend Jiang Qing!

He was anxious and turned over and got out of bed, but because of his excessive movements, he felt dizzy.

Baili Ye shook his head, trying to dispel the discomfort, and then rushed out of the house in a hurry.

His action attracted the attention of the eunuchs in the palace. An old eunuch hurried forward to support him and asked with concern: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?

You are in such a hurry, is there something urgent?"

Bai Liye calmed down and said in a hurry: "I am going to Ziyun Sect to attend Jiang Qing's wedding. I can't delay the time! Get ready quickly and bring the gifts I prepared.

I will leave immediately.

I overslept, why didn't anyone wake me up?"

Bai Liye was unhappy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants in the palace were attracted by the noise and cast curious eyes.

A eunuch in charge showed a panic on his face. He stepped forward and said carefully: "Your Highness Baili, you have been there yesterday. It was the imperial teacher who personally took you back to the imperial city at dawn.

It is now the morning of the second day, close to noon."

"What?" Bai Liye was stunned. He couldn't believe that he had missed Jiang Qing's wedding. He had no memory of this experience at all.

Seeing that Bailiye didn't believe him, the old eunuch explained, "Your Excellency drank too much at the wedding banquet yesterday and passed out. He was sent back to the palace by the Imperial Master.

Although the immortal cultivators have strong bodies, the Immortal Drunk of Ziyun Sect is an immortal wine, which is incomparable to ordinary wine. It is common for your Excellency to get drunk."

Hearing this, Bailiye believed it 70% to 80%.

However, he didn't expect that he would lose his memory because of drinking, and he didn't even remember how he got drunk.

With a bitter smile in his heart, Bailiye waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave, and he walked back to the house with a heavy heart.

He stroked his forehead gently, and it was indeed a little painful. As the rumor said, drinking too much does give people a headache.

But when he touched the painful part, he found that the pain was concentrated in the back of his head, which made him wonder.

Why is it still the back of the head that hurts?

Could it be because he fell down drunk and accidentally injured his head?

…

In the north of the northern border, behind the boundary wall, an invisible barrier stood quietly.

On this barren land, a line of faint golden footprints loomed in the wind and sand. It extended from behind the boundary wall of the northern border to under the barrier, and finally disappeared here.

Not far from the footprints.

An unnamed human-shaped sculpture stood quietly on the ground. Its surface was covered with traces of time, as if it had witnessed countless vicissitudes.

Suddenly, there was a fine "click" sound on the sculpture, and cracks began to spread on it.

Then, the sculpture collapsed with a loud bang and turned into a pile of rubble.

At the same time, a powerful force surged in from behind the rubble, turning into a black fog that covered the sky and the sun, quickly covering the plains, valleys and rivers of the northern border.

This force brought terrible changes.

The trees twisted and grew, and grew hideous eyes; the flowers bloomed with sharp fangs, flashing cold light.

Animals mutated into various forms of extraterritorial demons, which were rampant on the earth and fought cruelly with the creatures on land.

The fish and shrimp in the river also mutated. They grew lungs and hands and feet, climbed onto the shore, and joined the chaotic battle.

Depending on the degree of pollution, these extraterritorial demons took on different forms.

Some became extremely powerful, and some mastered strange magic. The same thing is that they all lost their minds and only knew how to destroy and kill.

They also liked to devour and fight each other, making the northern border completely a world full of dangers.

Jubei City, Tianmen Realm.

The old man Tianmen and Xu Beitian, the head of the Xu family, gathered here with solemn expressions. In addition to the army that resisted the demon clan, all the Xu family members had been dispatched, and together with the 128 star generals of the boundary gate, they were clearing the extraterritorial demons on the border.

Although these demons were irrational and would not actively attack the city, some would always come to the border because of aimless wandering.

For ordinary people, these demons were extremely terrible disasters.

And they have a tendency to devour evolution.

Several small villages on the border of Jubei City have been invaded by them, so Tianmen Elder and Xu Beitian had to defend the border with all their strength to block the source of the disaster.

However, while they were busy, Tianmen Elder and Xu Beitian suddenly felt a tremor in their hearts, and a shudder from the soul exploded in their hearts.

They stopped their actions at the same time, looked to the north, and showed a look of fear on their faces.

At this moment, all the extraterritorial demons in the entire northern border prostrated on the ground, made a gesture of submission, and trembled.

Tianmen Elder's face turned pale in an instant, his voice trembled, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "They, have descended..."

Xu Beitian's expression also became serious, and he quickly ordered: "Quick, notify the national teacher, the northern border is in trouble!"

Everyone's heart tightened, and they immediately took action, while strengthening the defense of the border, and continued to send people to rush to Jubei City for reinforcement.

The fate of the northern border, as well as the future of the entire human race, are hanging by a thread.

Old Man Tianmen and Xu Beitian looked at each other and saw the firmness and determination in each other's eyes.

...

At this moment, the end of the footprints.

On this barren land, Old Man Zhu, Wang Haoran, and several other old friends were standing high in the sky, looking down, looking into the distance.

In fact, the end of this line of footprints represents the extreme of the world, and they can't move forward any more.

But if you look out.

You will find that the broken golden footprints appear faintly in the distance, as if forever.

At this moment, Old Man Zhu pursed his lips tightly and stared at the footprints outside with a serious look.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, under the footprints, the rolling mountains seemed to tremble slightly, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

He held his breath involuntarily, his heartbeat accelerated, and the oppression from the soul made him feel suffocated.

At this moment, the earth began to shake violently, the mountains rose, the rocks collapsed, and a huge black back slowly rose from the ground.

This back was covered with scales as hard as iron, each of which flashed a dark luster, and rows of sharp thorns on the back were like the sickle of the god of death.

As the back rose, more land was lifted up, and tens of thousands of tons of rocks and soil rolled down.

Although it was dozens of miles away, the shocking scene made Old Man Zhu and Xu Beitian feel unprecedented fear.

Moreover, the footprints were completely wiped out when this demon god broke out of the ground.

"This is the foreign demon god..." Old Man Zhu muttered to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

The body of this demon god is like a black meat mountain, huge and terrifying.

Its back gushed out billowing black smoke, lingering in the sky, forming a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun.

Under the influence of the foreign demon god, the creatures in the northern border began to change. Some creatures stiffened instantly and lost their breath of life.

Others became violent, with red eyes, driven by the desire to kill and destroy.

Witnessed the horrible scene of the foreign demon god's arrival.

However, in their hearts, in addition to fear, there is also a firm determination.

They know that they are not only responsible for their own life and death, but also for the future of the entire human race. Old Man Zhu took a deep breath and turned to look at several old friends around him. Their faces were full of solemnity and determination.

These old friends are all members of the Tianjie Society, a secret organization that usually takes it as its responsibility to punish evil on behalf of the heaven, but the real purpose.

It is to deal with today's catastrophe.

"We established the Tianjie Association, which has been passed down for more than 107,000 years." Old Man Zhu said in a deep voice, with a resolute light in his eyes, "The real purpose is for today."

Every member of the Tianjie Association present has taken another half step on the basis of the strongest realm.

Their strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.

They have reached the limit of the world, and this is just the hard standard for joining the Tianjie Association.

If anyone can go further and go further, there is only the National Master in the world.

The National Master knows the existence of this organization. In fact, the Tianjie Association has also invited him, but he was rejected by the National Master because of different ideas.

He has his own ideas...

"If our old bones can exchange for another fifty years of stability, it will be worth it." Wang Haoran continued, revealing a kind of vicissitudes and open-mindedness in his voice.