Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 292: Finally No More Oranges
Seeing that Captain Chen ignored him, Lu Yuzhou stopped trying to embarrass himself.

Firstly, there is no point in continuing to cause trouble, and secondly, he is afraid that Captain Chen and the old monk Konghai will leave him here.

They are now on the sea, and the real body of Sect Master Lu is still at home guarding the star veins. The only one here at this time is a wisp of Lu Yuzhou's spiritual consciousness.

This wisp of divine consciousness was preserved in a magical urn imported from the demon clan's Baidi City.

It can maximize the strength of this divine consciousness, but because Sect Master Lu is a human and not a demon, she has not figured out how to make the box move happily.

She is currently in a state of low motivation.

If no one takes me with them in this vast ocean, unless I give up this divine consciousness, it will take me forever to return home.

Lu Yuzhou spoke only after Captain Chen and Master Konghai had finished discussing the follow-up matters.

"Although we all have agreed, is it really a good idea to put all our hopes on Zhang Ze?
"As an elder, I am willing to believe him. But as the leader of Tianzong, I..."

Captain Chen shook his head and said, "I believe in Zhang Ze because I am the leader of the Sword Sect. I know what he will choose when the time comes."

"Besides, Senior Zhuluo, Elder Sect Master Li, my wife, and Sect Leader Tang are all over there. The Tree. Divine Sword. Jiuke has also been delivered. Nothing will go wrong."

"But it seems we lost last time." Lu Yuzhou frowned.

"It wasn't us who placed the bet last time. My grandfather's eyesight was poor and he made the wrong bet. What does it have to do with me?" Captain Chen made a rare joke. "Besides, bet on the Hundred Demon Sect. If you don't trust Zhang Ze, then why don't you bet on that guy named Xiao Teng?"

Lu Yuzhou controlled the urn and banged on the rocks beneath him to express his dissatisfaction.

The last time Lu Yuzhou mentioned was the war between the East and the West that destroyed Central China.

Although the human and barbarian tribes were indeed at odds and had many frictions at that time, the entire war broke out so quickly and was finally confined to Central China. There must be some secrets involved.

But no one knows this secret.

Chen Qianhu and his men had not experienced that era, so it was understandable that they did not know the inside story.

But for powerful individuals like Senior Zhuluo who, for various reasons, had survived the Dongqi era to the present day, or even magical instruments like the Xuanjian and the Banla Xingpan, they had no recollection of that period of history, as if their memories had been wiped out.

At the same time, no records have been passed down.

Even Chen Qianhu's uncle was the same. Only some meaningless and fragmented fragments remained in his memory.

After being dug out by Zhang Ze, he went to Xizhou to revisit the old events.

But nothing has been achieved so far.

This is not the first time this has happened. The last time such a collective blackout occurred among top bosses was at the end of the prehistoric era.

A Li and the others have all lost their memories and can't remember what happened. There is no record of this in the Tianzong's inheritance.

It was as if all of a sudden, people became smarter. All races disappeared, leaving only three races: humans, demons and barbarians. The four continents entered the chaotic era of the Ten Kingdoms.

All that remains from the ancient times to later generations are some messy and idiotic stories about the Human Emperor.

Now, these big guys all have a premonition that the third blackout is likely to come.

With Zhang Ze, this trouble-making little bastard, as the core, all kinds of unrelated things are strung together.

The myriad tribes of the ancient world that might soon return from the Stone Pill, the innate Dao fetuses that have become as numerous as dogs on the roadside, and the magical artifacts of the Dongqi ruins that have been dug out.
Also, there is the Hundred Demons Sect, which obviously knows something and has begun to make moves.

All of this indicates that a great trend is coming, and this Qinghe meeting is the beginning.

This time, they are not spectators watching history, but are about to become history itself.

No one knows whether it will be a collective blackout like in the past, or whether there will be some changes.

"Whether the Hundred Demons Sect knows about what happened in the last years of Dongqi or not, this stubborn problem of theirs must be eradicated. No matter what happens in the future, we old guys must clean up the house for the children."

The elderly monk Kukai said softly.

At the same time, he swung his Zen stick, and golden light began to gather towards his feet.

Soon, a miniature map of mountains and rivers appeared around him, with golden light flowing.

"Master, have you mastered the clairvoyance?" Lu Yuzhou asked.

"It's not that easy to practice. Some parts are still unclear." Old monk Konghai laughed.

"How come it's so clear?" This golden map of mountains and rivers is so detailed that even the streams and villages are clearly visible.

"It's all thanks to the disciples. For the unclear parts, let the children take pictures."

As he spoke, the old monk took out a small walnut folded in three from his robe.

Lu Yuzhou, "."

Although he was a little speechless, Lu Yuzhou also fulfilled his duties well. With the blessing of this top-level urn produced by the demon clan, the golden mountains and rivers were lit up by a little bit of starlight.

Wherever you go, you leave traces.

The Hundred Demons Sect put almost all of its accumulation over countless years into this Qinghe Conference, and many of its deployments and arrangements left clues.

In addition, there are clues provided by Li Yu, Qiu Daxia and other monks of the Hundred Demons Sect who have turned over a new leaf.

With the help of a lot of intelligence that Zhang Ze obtained as Wuming, many clues became clear.

The most important thing is that the elders of the Hundred Demons Sect have also personally joined the game this time. Their fate and fortune have been linked to the plan of the Qinghe Association.

As long as they leave the mysterious headquarters of the Hundred Demons Sect, they will not go back this time.

Two huge spots of light appeared on the golden map.

"Master Tang was right. They are indeed here." Lu Yuzhou sighed.

It's not just them, people in other places are doing the same thing.

Somewhere under the Great Wall in the north.

The demons dug a big hole, and then buried the small box of Wang Siwen, Ms. Wang, the leader of the demon clan, in it with the sound of gongs and drums.

Afterwards, a small piece of earth was laid, some music was played, and the banquet was served. Everyone who had been waiting for a long time sat down at the table and started to eat and drink.

Not only this one, but many other small boxes were buried under the Northern Wall.

After this strange ceremony, which was completely meaningless except for the step of placing the box, and was only used to find fault and start the banquet, a map depicting the north of Dongzhou appeared in Baidi City.

In the mountains to the north, three balls of purple flames lit up.

west.

The barbarian tribe's chief witch, Granny Anya, had already prepared the altar. Even though the ceremony was about to begin, she still felt a little uneasy.

Then he beckoned over his daughter-in-law and several barbarian kings and gave them a few instructions.

Soon, many signs appeared around this specially selected place for praying for the dead.

The same words were written on each sign.

[Qin Lang, the master of Medicine King Valley, forbids entry]

After everything was arranged, Grandma Anya finally felt relieved. She carefully took out a golden branch from the sacred tree, placed it in front of her, put her hands together on her forehead, knelt in front of the golden branch and chanted the spell softly.

As the ceremony progressed, the dead leaf on the golden branch fell off, and the dry golden branch came back to life. Miniature mountains and rivers appeared on the leaves of the sacred tree.

Again, two bright spots are marked.

Each of the three parties was responsible for a part of the area and marked the approximate location of the elders of the Hundred Demons Sect. They would just wait for the matter with the Qinghe Association to be concluded before they could close the net.

The Great Elders of the Hundred Demon Sect were in charge of these Old Masters, while the remaining minor matters were handed over to the various Middle Masters and some promising Young Masters. Brother Feng was one of those promising Young Masters.

After being enlightened by Zhang Ze and trained by his master, he is now in a very peaceful state of mind. He has no objection to not being able to show his prowess at the Qinghe Conference.

And in Brother Feng's opinion, it is more interesting to deal with those people from the Hundred Demons Sect.

Brother Feng sat opposite Song Qingpao with a somewhat defiant look.

Song Qingpao felt a little annoyed looking at this "subordinate" whom he had promoted from humble beginnings, not only because of Brother Feng's eyes, but also because of his cultivation level.

For some reason, he always had a sense of crisis that he would fall out of favor with his seniors.

"When did you achieve the golden elixir?" Song Qingpao said with the airs of an old boss.

"The day before yesterday, or last month, I forgot, why can't I get the Golden Elixir?" Brother Feng's mouth was still asking for a beating.

"You are not in Qingjing, what are you doing here?" Song Qingpao asked again.

"Qingjing is full of righteous people right now. I'm feeling suffocated. Can't I go out for a walk? Without a holy order, I can do whatever I want. Isn't that what you told me?" Brother Feng put his legs down from the table. "But you, why are you here?"

Although it was a respectful title, Song Qingpao did not feel the slightest bit of respect, as if he was the subordinate.

"What do you care!" Song Qingpao didn't know if it was because he was angry or for some other reason, but he sounded like a bitch when he said "What do you care?"

There's even a hint of tsundereness.

Brother Feng has received professional training and will never laugh when he shouldn't.

After feeling that he had amused himself enough, Lin Feng threw out the words he had prepared long ago.

"A batch of my goods was lost here, and people were killed. Lord Wuming is very busy and has no time to pay attention to me, so I can only come here to take a look. If it is done by fellow disciples of the Demon Sect, I must get an explanation."

"How do you know it was done by a fellow disciple? What if it was done by the people from the Sword Sect?" Song Qingpao, who was in a state of stress, started a counterattack spiral.

Lin Feng looked at Song Qingpao like he was an idiot, "Then forget it. Otherwise, what do you want, Master Song? Do you want to go to the Sword Hall here to seek justice for me, or do you want to take me to the Sword Sect to kill them?"

"Heh." Song Qingpao snorted coldly, stood up and was about to leave.

It was purely an accident that Brother Feng met Song Qingpao. He came here to look for another demon rudder and scout the place in advance.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into Song Qingpao.

He originally planned to mow the grass and catch rabbits, and take him away with him, but suddenly he remembered what Zhang Ze said.

According to his senior brother Zhang's theory, Song Qingpao is a lucky star. Although he is a completely evil person and is beyond redemption, he is an indispensable part of the Hundred Demons Sect's bankruptcy plan.

This person is the fly that can create waves in the East China Sea by flapping its wings in a chamber pot.

Without him, at least half of our intelligence network would be cut off.

He needs to be well protected, but he doesn't need to be treated nicely, because he is a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is respectful at first but arrogant later.

So, when Brother Feng saw Song Qingpao was about to leave, he wanted to stop him and get some more information out of him.

He also began to reflect on himself, thinking that his ability to be sarcastic was not as natural as that of Senior Brother Zhang, and that what he had just said seemed to have made Mr. Song Qingpao angry.

But before he could open his mouth, someone appeared behind him.

"Why do you smell like a swordsman?"

A sense of oppression enveloped Brother Feng.

When Song Qingpao heard the voice and turned around to see who it was, he was about to flatter his Great Elder Wuyang, but after thinking about Wuyang's words, he became surprised and doubtful.

Lin Feng looked at Song Qingpao's wonderful expression and understood everything in his heart. He said calmly, "In reply to the words of the Five Goats Great Elder, I was born as a casual cultivator. When I was young, I had a chance encounter and obtained a black sword. After joining the sect, no one taught me the methods of the Hundred Demons Sect. If I want to hide safely in Qingjing, I can only become a sword cultivator."

"How do you know I'm Wuyang?"

"Aside from Lord Wuming, the only person who can make Lord Song lose control of his expression is you?"

"Turn around." Wuyang ordered.

Brother Feng turned around naturally, as if the pressure did not exist.

He looked up at Wuyang, his eyes filled with only desire for power and deep-hidden greed.

Wuyang squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Feng. How should I put it? It was like they were familiar with each other at first sight, as if he saw his younger self.

As an extremely narcissistic person who only believes in himself, Wuyang trusts his own impression very much, but it is still useful to ask necessary questions.

He took out the Black King's Order and contacted 'Wuming'.

Soon, 'Wuming' sent a comment on Brother Feng.

[He speaks irritatingly, but he is very capable and needs to be disciplined.]

Wuyang glanced at Song Qingpao, who was very angry just now, and then looked at Lin Feng, who had already reached the Golden Core stage, and felt that this evaluation was very pertinent.

And because he felt that Lin Feng looked very attractive after seeing him in person, he developed a liking for his talent.

Although Xiao Song is sweet-talking, his aptitude for cultivation is still a little lacking. His upper limit is obvious at a glance, and it is very boring to train him.

It would be better to train Lin Feng, maybe he can pass on his skills to him.

Wuyang then said to Lin Feng, "You don't have to go back to Qingjing. From now on, you should stay by my side and do what I do."

"A great trend is coming. Seize the opportunity and you will soar to the sky."

Lin Feng showed the right emotions that matched his current status. He immediately knelt on one knee, expressing his willingness to serve Wuyang wholeheartedly.

Wuyang is also in a very good mood and feels that everything is going well recently.

As for Brother Feng, he was also in a good mood because although he didn't know what Wuyang was going to do, he was sure that there would be unexpected gains if he followed him.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Song Qingpao with a meaningful look in his eyes.

This look, as interpreted by Song Qingpao, was full of provocation, a mockery after being on equal footing with him.

But Brother Feng didn't actually mean that. He just felt that his senior brother was absolutely right. Song Qingpao was indeed the core of the intelligence network, a fly on the urinal.

Lin Feng swore that he would protect Song Qingpao and not let him get hurt, and make sure that he could continue to shine.

Qinghe Club.

A few days passed, and after everyone had vomited from eating oranges, the Qinghe Association's martial arts competition was finally coming to an end.

Zhang Ze was sitting in the yard at this time, teasing Maomao with his branch while looking at Old Tang, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Although Old Tang is old, he usually looks quite energetic.

But when I saw him today, for some reason, there was a hint of haggardness in Old Tang's eyes, as if he had been working hard these days.

"Master Dao, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well these past few days. I came here to tell you something. Tomorrow is the last game, you can use all your skills, don't worry."

"Really? Who is the opponent? So powerful!"

"Xiao Teng."

Zhang Ze was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then asked a very crucial question.

"Who is Xiao Teng?"

(End of this chapter)