After rebirth, the little master uncle engages in introversion in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 35 Wei Changfeng

"Chief Hall Master, I've packed it up, is it possible?" Gu Jinxiu suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and walked out of the inner room.

"...very good" Han Qing stood facing the outside with his hands behind his back. Hearing the voice, he hurriedly turned around and looked at him carefully, and stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms. "Don't be afraid, just remember to live no matter what. , and wait for my return."

"...Okay." Gu Jinxiu's voice choked up.

"You don't need to worry about any of the disciples of the Zongmen. Give me the sound transmission talisman of the three people of Yushenzong. Don't contact them. The methods of the Mahayana monks are not what you can expect." Han Qing unconsciously tightened his arms and took the The sound transmission symbols were destroyed one by one. "Wait for the wind to pass, wait for the opportunity to leave, wherever you go, as long as I come back from the ancient battlefield, I can find you, don't be afraid, remember to wait for me... I should go, the assembly of the ancient battlefield The trumpet has sounded"

"I'll wait for you, you must return safely." Gu Jinxiu's heart ached.

"Okay" Han Qing hugged the person in his arms again, turned around and strode away.

One month later, the residence of Fumozong, the private residence of Xianmeng, was blown up with thunderbolts.At the same time, the private residences of Liu Yunfei, Gu Jinxiu, and Han Qing were also bombed.

Half a year later, bad news came from the ancient battlefield: Han Qing, the head of the Alliance Law Enforcement Hall, a fairyland immortal, was killed in a battle with monsters on the ancient battlefield, and the monster-slaying sword disappeared. Three days of mourning across the league.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he's a man. He took away the poor ghosts of Fu Mozong before he died. I didn't expect that Killing God is also a tough and tender man. Hey, what a pity." Gu Jinxiu really made people jealous, and Sun Jiao sat down. He half-closed his eyes in his side hall.

"Don't let Deputy Leader Zhang hear your words. Fu Mozong didn't catch a single disciple. He's already angry enough." The woman is really a strange monster. She used to hate people with itchy teeth, but now she sympathizes with them up.

"He got angry. Didn't the person bought by Fifty Sword Immortal Artifacts help him kill Han Qing on the battlefield? It's not easy to kill a hundred small shrimps with him going around every day." Sun Jiao Lazily rolled his eyes.

"Hahahaha, that's enough, stop talking nonsense, the Ancient Battlefield has re-appointed a Law Enforcement Hall master, who is not from this world, let's go over and say hello." Only women are difficult to raise, and they can't figure out their minds.

"Is there anything to say hello to, what's the name, physical cultivation or Dharma cultivation, what kind of cultivation?" Sun Jiao stretched out her hand and pinched her waist.

"I heard that he was just promoted to a Mahayana monk, and made a temporary breakthrough in the ancient battlefield." The ancient battlefield does not need a hundred years of robbery, I am really envious.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid it's another god of killing." It's really annoying.

"Wei Changfeng, Jianxiu, Wudao Companion, Yuanyang is not lost," Zhang Da said casually.

"...Forget it, stop rambling, let's go, let's see this murderous god with you" Wudao couple, let's see how he looks.

The two walked out side by side for a moment.

There are still people coming and going on Zhongjing Erpin Street. An old woman is arranging hundreds of spiritual grasses, and then stares at the people passing by with dull eyes. Lobby hard.There are too many such low-level cultivation methods. Everyone is working hard to cultivate immortals, but how many people can become immortals since ancient times.

At the end of the day's sales, the woman packed up the spiritual herbs and left slowly.Occasionally, his eyes glanced at the shops and houses on both sides of the street, and he became a little dull again.

The woman lives in the alley of the low-level monks, and like everyone else, goes to the spiritual mountain to dig spiritual herbs every day, and then sells them.

Wei Changfeng's spiritual sense has been paying attention to this woman for half a month, and there is no purpose, just curiosity, that kind of expression when selling goods is very similar to an old friend, an ancient person who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, and he is also her. The most sorry person in this life.

The woman started setting up a stall on Erpin Street again.

"How do you sell this spirit grass?" Wei Changfeng knelt down and looked directly into the other person's eyes, the shock and panic betrayed her.

Three hours later, Yiren Tea House
"Don't worry, this is the secret room I have reserved all year round." Wei Changfeng got up and poured two cups of tea.

"Thank you" Gu Jinxiu changed back to her own appearance with a thought.

"I know everything about you, Han Qing...you did a good job." Wei Changfeng looked at the woman in front of him in a daze.

"...Is he really gone?" Gu Jinxiu stared at Wei Changfeng in a daze. The character in her book was sitting in front of her, and she herself was about to die.

"...This is his demon-slaying sword, he asked me to bring it back to you." Wei Changfeng couldn't bear it.

"...Thank you, I understand." Carefully putting the Demon Slayer Sword into the dantian, the two swords whimpered in a low voice.

"My condolences." Looking at the lifeless face in front of him, Wei Changfeng couldn't help but patted her on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, how can I go to the ancient battlefield?" Gu Jinxiu asked after taking three breaths.

"...you want to go to the ancient battlefield...it's very difficult. The ancient battlefield can only go one way from the law enforcement hall, there is no other way. I am the master of the law enforcement hall in this world, and in that world... Yifeng He is the head of the Law Enforcement Hall." Wei Changfeng said after a while: "I have entered several interfaces by mistake in the Black Dragon Pool of the West Sea in that world. Start, but the transfer array is random, only touch one by one"

"Thank you for sending him back, and farewell." After three breaths, the woman staggered out of the teahouse, and the familiar street suddenly became strange again.

"The sword is in the sword of the man, the sword is dead and the man is dead, he must not die, and he will definitely not die." Putting his hands on his dantian, he must.

Three days later, the woman in the teleportation hall of the Central Territory was sitting there as usual.

A few swipes of spiritual consciousness have no effect on her, she is a living dead.

Wei Changfeng half-closed his eyes, and he was slightly relieved until the woman sat safely on the teleportation array.Suddenly he laughed at himself, it seemed that his position was true. . .It's not easy to sit.

One month later, the Black Dragon Pool in the West Sea arrived.

"Chang'an, thank you for being with me all the way, but... I don't plan to come back alive. You have a sect or the head of the sect... Don't go with me." Gu Jinxiu looked at the man in front of him firmly .

"You fart, you don't have a sect. Besides, how long has it been since you looked at the token? Now my senior brother is the sect master, I am the second elder, you are the first elder, and my second senior brother is the guardian elder." Who the hell, Life and death do not take themselves. "If it wasn't for my token tracking, I really couldn't find you. Don't talk nonsense. You are looking for someone and he is not dead. Why are you crying?"

"How do you know he's not dead?" Gu Jinxiu's heart skipped a beat.

"...Oh, he himself is the God of Killing, now...I guess he should be... very ugly, anyway, you should be prepared, and he is so ugly, he will never get better in this life...Oh, you are so ugly What are you looking at me for?" Chang'an was agitated for a while: "Okay, okay, I said, I awakened the memory of my previous life, he was poisoned in this catastrophe, his appearance was completely ruined, the poison was soaked in the fairy root and bone, and he lost an arm."

"...he is a fairy" can be regenerated.

"...He's so stubborn, he can bring the sword back when he's alive, and he's a fart when he's dead. If he can't restore his appearance, why would he let people bring you the sword? Anyway, it's this ghost who came back a hundred years later. It looks like, and I won’t know if I was struck to death by lightning after ascending.” Okay, it’s comfortable to say it.

(End of this chapter)