So I became a god

Chapter 65: The Unrepentant Literary Talent 【New Book Collection】

Chapter 65: The Literary Talent Who Can't See Me

Today is a happy day for Mao Pai.

The uncle of the grand master who had been missing for decades of the Mao School returned.

The wall of the mountain gate has been repainted, but it still can't hide the shabby and downcast.

Above the mountain gate, a long bright red banner was pulled up under the plaque.

"Warmly welcome the great uncle of the Mao School to return to the sect."

The head of the Mao faction led all his disciples, wearing clean and formal Taoist uniforms, standing at the gate of the mountain, looking into the distance, with excitement and excitement on their faces, looking forward to it.

yesterday,

The news that Mao Pai's Grand Master Uncle had conquered the Tiangang Sect had already spread, and the entire cultivation world was shaken.

And the news that the Mao faction has a soul-cultivating Taoist leader sitting in the town, also made those young people who coveted the Mao faction tremble with fear and anxiety.

Because everyone knows what the return of the grand master and uncle of the Mao Pai means.

It means that the Mao faction will re-squeeze into the big forces in the practice world,

It means that the pattern of the entire practice world may be reshuffled.

But the prerequisite is that the ghost mother is willing to give the Mao faction a chance to rise again. Of course, this is hard to say, because the ghost mother has not done anything to the Mao faction for ten years.

All the big and small forces in the practice world are watching and waiting.Mao
Whether Pai will re-emerge or disappear from the public depends on the attitude of the ghost mother.

Therefore, until the ghost mother did not clearly express her attitude, no force in the practice world would ask for trouble and contact her.

no way,
The ghost mother is very powerful, too powerful, and her abilities are too weird.

Although he is not the king of ghosts, he has the power of a ghost king.Thousands of lonely ghosts and wild ghosts under him occupy one side, and they are so powerful that they are known as the mother of ghosts.

If it were the past, the ghost mother would have been besieged and killed by all the righteous forces in the practice world long ago.

But today is different from the past, the aura is exhausted, the Dao eliminates the demons and increases, and it is very difficult for all schools and sects in the practice world to maintain their success, let alone to fight for justice and maintain the righteous way.

Of course, this is also related to the character of the ghost mother.

Although the ghost mother acts high-profile and has a domineering personality, she does not kill innocent people indiscriminately and cause harm to the common people.Therefore, all the forces in the practice world turned a blind eye.

weekend is here,

Except for the sword box on the back, he is alone.

The light of the rising sun reflected behind him, making him so handsome that it almost blinded everyone in the Mao faction.

"Ah——my eyes can't be opened soon."

"Is this our grand master's uncle? It's like a banished immortal descending to earth."

"Grand Master Uncle is so handsome and bold."

"No, I'm going to faint, help me!"

"."

Looking at the brightly colored banner on the mountain gate on the weekend, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Can you guys go a little lower? They used to be famous.

If Uncle Jiu saw it, he would jump out of the coffin angrily.

never mind,

At least it is a little thought from the younger generations, so don't worry about it anymore.

"Greetings to Grand Master Uncle."

Under the leadership of the sect master, all the disciples of the Mao faction bowed and bowed in unison.

Looking at the juniors and grandchildren kneeling in front of him on the weekend, counting silently, he found that there were only five of them in total.

Sure enough, it was two or three kittens.

"Get up." Weekend said calmly.

"Yes, Grand Master Uncle."

Everyone stood up, bowed their heads, feeling uneasy and extremely nervous, and dared not look directly at the grand master uncle in front of them.

The aura is too strong, the power is too heavy, and the domineering side leaks.

Looking at the head of the Mao faction who was old enough to be his grandfather, but trembling and silent, Weekend felt a little speechless.

"Where is senior brother Wencai, take me to see him." Weekend ordered.

The head of the Mao faction was shocked when he heard the words: "Yes."

Under the leadership of the head of the Mao faction, he walked into the mountain gate of the Mao faction for the first time on weekends, and came to a majestic but dilapidated hall.

In the hall,
It enshrines the statue of the ancestor of Kaipai.

under the idol,
It is the tablet of the ancestors of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

With good eyesight on the weekend, he saw the two spirit cards at the bottom of the altar at a glance.

"Master, Uncle Lin."

Hearing the low-pitched ravings from Zhou Zhou's mouth, the head next to him was shocked again, and his eyes lit up.

"Grand Master Grand Master, Grand Master Uncle is back." Tan Youren pointed at the weekend, bent down and said in the ear of the old Taoist priest who was leaning on the chair.

The old Taoist: "What ancestor?"

Tan Youren: "."

Walking in front of this grey-haired and aging Taoist priest, he squatted down, looked at the old but very familiar old face, and smiled on the weekend.

The reason why Zhou weekend dared to acquiesce in his identity in public was because he learned from Cai Cheng that Wen Cai had become Alzheimer's disease.

Unexpectedly, the literary talent with the lowest strength back then would live the longest.

"Brother Wencai." Weekend called softly.

The old Wencai heard the voice, turned his head slowly, and looked at Zhou Zhou with cloudy and dim eyes.

"who are you."

Weekend replied calmly: "I am your younger brother, Fang Qiang."

"Fang what?"

Weekend: "Fang Qiang."

"What's strong?"

Weekend: "Fang Qiang."

"Huh? Fang Qiang."

suddenly,

The old Taoist's body shook suddenly, his cloudy and dim eyes opened wide in vain, and he pointed at the weekend tremblingly with his dry and dry hands.

"You you. You are"

Holding Wen Cai's hand tightly on the weekend, he said in an affectionate voice, "Yes, senior brother, you finally remembered that I am your senior brother Fang Qiang."

"Great, Grand Master finally remembered."

"It's right this time, he really is our grand master's uncle."

"Bless the patriarch, our Mao faction is finally saved."

"."

The touching scene of the recognition of the brothers and sisters made all the disciples of the Mao School feel relieved and cheered for joy.

"Fang Qiang. Fang Qiang Fang Qiang Fang."

Wen Cai just stared straight at the weekend and kept raving, getting more and more excited.

then
Not moving.

Feeling the strength in Wen Cai's fingers disappearing in vain on the weekend, a look of sadness flashed across his face, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Brother Wencai, it's been 70 years, and you still can't forgive me?"

"Why did Grand Master suddenly stop moving?" Tan Youren was the first to discover Wen Cai's abnormality, and said.

Weekend slowly put down Wencai's hand, with a sad look on his face, and choked up with reddish eyes, "Senior brother has already become a feather because of his emotional excitement."

"Grand Master"

All the disciples of the Mao faction broke down in tears and knelt down on the ground heartbroken.

Zhou Zhou stretched out his hand to open Wencai's eyes angrily, and gently closed the eyelids that were dying, and then said in a very serious tone:
"Brother Wencai, you have guarded the Mao faction for 70 years. You have worked so hard and made great achievements. You are too tired. It is time to rest. From now on, you can rest assured that the Mao faction will be handed over to me."

After hearing the words of the weekend, the disciples of the Mao faction suddenly cried even more sadly.

(End of this chapter)