Chapter 110: A Thousand Years Meeting
Huang Pinzhuo looked at the ghost gate and said: "The hour has come. It seems that Junior Brother Qiu is either trapped or has encountered an accident."
Huang Pinzhuo is a disciple of the Futu Sect, one of the four major sects in Nantian. His purpose this time is the same as Xiang Hai's. However, the reincarnation of the saint is no longer a secret, and no one knows about the disciples of the four major sects here.
A group of eight people from Fu Tumen and one elder wanted to use the python demon to attract the Yin soldiers in the Ghost Gate, so that the disciples could use the invisibility charm to sneak into the underworld to investigate the internal situation.
If you don't show up at the agreed time, something unexpected will happen.
Elder Yunyan said: "One day in the underworld is like ten days in the yang world, wait a minute."
Although Huang Pinzhuo is a disciple, he is very highly regarded in the Futu Sect. Even in the face of the elders, he still dared to retort: "Junior Brother Qiu is the most punctual. We agreed for half a quarter of an hour. If we can't come out, there must be an accident. There is no need to wait."
Elder Yunyan glanced at Huang Pinzhuo and said calmly: "Leave two disciples behind and the other five spread out to look for monsters to use as bait."
"In this sea of fog, the python monster is already a rare monster to encounter, so why waste time?" Huang Pinzhuo asked.
"You don't have to go if you think it would be too time-consuming." Elder Yunyan snorted coldly and left.
The other four disciples immediately followed, and only Huang Pinzhuo and two disciples stayed.
"Senior Brother Huang, if you contradict the elder like this, it will be bad for you in the sect." The two junior brothers who were left behind worried.
"With him, he can't shake my position in the head's heart. Okay, you guys, please keep an eye out and be careful of the other three disciples nearby. I'll go for a walk. If I'm lucky, I won't necessarily encounter the corpse of a saint."
As soon as the people from the Futu Sect moved here, the disciples of the other three major sects noticed it.
On the Cangyu sect side, one of the several disciples laughed and said, "It seems that the person who entered the Futu Gate had an accident."
Some people from the Zhendao Sect also sarcastically said: "Just a mere invisibility charm and you think you can hide it from the sky. You look down on ghosts."
Only a few women from the Yunluo sect remained silent and watched the ghost gate silently.
These disciples of the four major sects are all disciples who have experienced the last time they came here. They are familiar with the terrain, so it is best to arrange them as spies.
However, Xiang Hai and Yan Yunxi did not appear because they were in Wushan Town at the moment.
Zhang Tianliu disappeared, and Xiang Hai could only hand over the reward to Hong Jue.
"Senior brother, aren't you going to the Ghost Gate?" Yan Yunxi frowned when she saw her senior brother walking out.
"Zhang Tianliu probably went to the Ghost Gate. I don't want to meet him inside. Let's go for a walk. When asked by the sect, he said he went to find a saint."
"Will the saint really appear in Wushan?" Yanjunxi asked curiously.
"Who knows, but I don't think it's possible. Maybe it's not certain that he went to Shengjing to perform an autopsy."
When the two of them walked out of Wushan Town, they happened to see an old man walking towards the town staggeringly.
The old man wore a gray cloth robe and had sparse white hair. He was stooped and walked very hard with every step he took.
Yanjunxi couldn't bear it, so she went over and asked, "Uncle, where are your family members?"
The old man smiled at Yanjunxi and did not answer. He walked to the roadside and sat down to catch his breath.
Seeing that he seemed to be breathing in but not breathing out, Xiang Hai concluded that this person would not live long.
"Let's go." Xiang Hai called to his junior sister.
Yanjunxi responded and told the old man to be careful before leaving with his senior brother.
On the way, Yan Junxi asked: "Brother, the old man is about to die, and the saint is about to die, is it possible..."
Xiang Hai said with a smile: "No matter how bad the saint is, he will not be in such a mess. If you are really lucky to meet the saint before his death, it is not good luck, but bad luck! If he dies here, he will lead countless strong people. From this point of view, we
Strength is likely to be compromised."
Xiang Hai is a rational person and rarely takes risks. The most extreme thing he did in his life was to kill Sheng Shou with Zhang Tianliu.
After that, he had constant nightmares. He was found to be expelled from the school, killed by the court, stabbed in the back by Zhang Tianliu, etc. He never wanted to have such a shadow again, so it was impossible for him to collude with Zhang Tianliu again.
After all, being in contact with someone like Gongziliu is undoubtedly dancing with wolves!
I don’t know when you asked him to sell it.
After the brother and sister had left for more than ten miles, the resting old man stood up and continued to walk hard, walking into Wushan Town step by step.
At this time, it seems that the sun is setting in the west, the hazy fog is rendered with an orange light, it is already dark under the eaves, and the lights on both sides of the street are beginning to light up.
Outside an iron shop, an old blacksmith who was packing up ironware suddenly had his hands shaking. The various iron knives he held in his hands were scattered on the ground, making a banging and popping sound, attracting many people's attention.
In the restaurant opposite, the old woman who was hanging the lantern seemed to have lost the strength, and the lantern was never hung under the eaves.
Invariably, many old people walked out of shops and households and looked at the old man in gray robes stumbling on the street.
The old man in gray robe was also looking around and smiling at them.
The old people who stood and watched could not believe that the man who used to be so handsome and proud of everyone in the past was now exerting all his strength even every step of the way.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Only the old man in gray robe was moving, and the old men on both sides were looking at him. As for the young people passing by, they were all frozen in place, their eyes dim and dull, like clay sculpture dummies.
With every step the old man in gray robe took, his body seemed to become heavier, more stooped and more difficult.
Surprisingly, Grandma Shu was not sitting in Tingyulou at this time, eating clear soup noodles and playing mahjong.
She stood under the wishing tree, holding only a lantern in her hand, watching the old man walk towards her step by step.
"Why bother?" Grandma Shu said.
The old man came closer, raised his hand several times and then dropped it weakly.
Grandma Shu didn't help him, she just watched him lift his hand with difficulty before putting the wishing lantern into his hand.
The old man asked in a hoarse voice: "I wonder if my last wish can come true?"
Grandma Shu's eyes turned red and she said, "In the whole world, this place is the most effective place for making wishes."
"Okay!" The old man let out a sigh of relief, lowered his head, held the wishing lamp close to his face with trembling hands, and spoke silently to it.
Gradually, more and more old people came closer. They walked two or three feet away from the wishing tree and watched the trembling old man in gray robe take the bamboo pole handed to him by Granny Tree, pick up the wishing lantern and hang it up precariously.
No one went to help him, because everyone knew that he hated other people's interference.
Many of the old people watching were his defeated generals. Seeing that the people who once dominated the world could not even hang up a lamp, there was no trace of gloating on their faces, just regret!
The old man in gray robe leaned on his shoulders with his arms on the pole, and finally hung the lantern with all his strength.
He took a deep breath, but couldn't let go of the bamboo pole. It seemed like he would fall down if he let go!
Scanning other people's eyes, what you see is vaguely familiar.
"Half a life of fighting, half of a lifetime is like a dream, and we will meet again in a thousand years. Now all the white hair has fallen off, and the jade crown has fallen off, and the seven-foot-long man is three feet stooped. He is old and decayed, and he is shameless. How many people dare to ask about old friends? Seek truth and hope for answers.
A wish to be kept..."
"You can go ahead with peace of mind." The owner of the wine shop came out, holding a jar of wine in his hand. He walked closer and poured a bowl. Then he handed the bowl to the old man in gray robe and said, "I don't dare to speak arrogantly because of my old age.
I will protect you forever."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" The old man held the bowl in both hands, still trembling, and finally took only half a mouthful of it.
Chapter completed!