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 that okay?" Gu Jinxiu suppressed all the thoughts in her mind and walked out of the inner room.

"...Very good." Han Qing stood facing forward with his hands behind his back. Hearing the voice, he quickly turned around and stepped forward to take a closer look. He stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms. "Don't be afraid. Just remember to live no matter what."

, waiting for me to come back."

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

"You don't need to worry about any of the disciples of the sect. Send the notes of the three people from the Yu Shen Sect to me and don't contact them. The methods of the Mahayana monks are beyond your expectation." Han Qing unconsciously tightened his arms and took the

The transmission notes were destroyed one by one. "Wait for the wind to pass, and wait for the opportunity to leave. You can go wherever you want. As long as I come back from the ancient battlefield, I will find you. Don't be afraid. Remember to wait for me... I should go."

Already, the rallying horn of the ancient battlefield has sounded."

"I'm waiting for you and must come back safely." Gu Jinxiu's heart ached.

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

A month later, the Immortal Alliance's private residence and the Demon-Suppressing Sect's residence were blown up by thunderbolts. At the same time, the private residences of Liu Yunfei, Gu Jinxiu, and Han Qing were also blown up.

Half a year later, bad news came from the ancient battlefield: Han Qing, the leader of the Alliance Law Enforcement Hall, was killed in a battle with monsters on the ancient battlefield. The demon-slaying sword disappeared, and Han Qing was sent back with only a broken arm.

The entire alliance mourned for three days.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he's a real man. Before he died, he got rid of all the poor devils from the Demon Subduing Sect. I didn't expect that the God of Death was also a tough guy and tenderhearted. Oh, what a pity." Gu Jinxiu really makes people jealous, Sun Jiao sat down

He half-squinted his eyes in his side hall.

"Don't let Deputy Leader Zhang hear what you said. He hasn't caught a single disciple of the Demon-Suppressing Sect. He's already angry enough." Women are really strange monsters. They used to hate people, but now they sympathize with them.

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"He has something to get angry about. Didn't the person he bribed with Fifty Swords and Immortal Weapons help him kill Han Qing on the battlefield? With him wandering around every day, it's not easy to kill hundreds of little shrimps." Sun Jiao

He rolled his eyes lazily.

"Hahahaha, okay, don't talk nonsense. The ancient battlefield has sent a new law enforcement hall master. He is not a member of this field. Let's go over and say hello." It's hard to raise a woman, and you can't guess her thoughts.

"What can I say hello to? What's your name? Physical cultivation or Dharma cultivation? What kind of cultivation level?" Sun Jiao stretched out her hand and pinched her waist.

"I heard that he was a newly promoted Mahayana monk and made a temporary breakthrough in the ancient battlefield." The ancient battlefield does not require a hundred years of tribulation. I am really envious.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm afraid he's a murderer again" is really annoying.

"Wei Changfeng, sword cultivator, Wudao couple, Yuan Yang has not been lost," Zhang Da said casually.

"...That's all, stop nagging, let's go, let's meet this god of death with you." Wu Taoist, let's see what he looks like.

The two walked out side by side for a moment.

There were still people coming and going on the second-grade street in Zhongjing. An old-looking woman was placing hundreds of spiritual herbs, and then she stared at the people passing by with dull eyes. Occasionally, some people came over to inquire, and their eyes flashed.

I tried my best to lobby. There are too many such low-level Dharma practitioners. Everyone is working hard to become an immortal, but how many people have become immortals since ancient times.

After a day of selling, the woman packed up the spiritual herbs and left slowly. Occasionally, her eyes glanced at the shops on both sides of the street, and the house became a bit dull again.

The woman lived in an alleyway where low-level monks lived. Every day, like everyone else, she went to Lingshan Mountain to collect spiritual herbs and then sell them.

Wei Changfeng's spiritual consciousness has been paying attention to this woman for half a month, and he has no purpose. He is just curious. The look on his face when he is selling goods reminds him of an old friend, an ancient person who does not know whether he is dead or alive. It is also him.

The most sorry person in this life.

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

"How can I sell this spiritual grass?" Wei Changfeng knelt down and looked directly into the other person's eyes. The look of shock and panic betrayed her.

Three hours later, Yiren Tea House

"Don't worry, this is the secret room that I have reserved all year round." Wei Changfeng stood up and poured two cups of tea.

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

"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 blankly at Wei Changfeng. The character in her book was now sitting in front of her alive, and she herself was about to die.

"...This is his demon-slaying sword. He asked me to bring it back to you." Wei Changfeng felt unbearable.

"...Thank you, I understand." He carefully put the demon-slaying sword into his dantian, and the two swords let out a low whine.

"My condolences." Wei Changfeng looked at the lifeless face in front of him and couldn't help but pat her 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 only way to go to the ancient battlefield is from the Law Enforcement Hall, there is no other way. I am the leader of the Law Enforcement Hall in this world, and in that world...Yifeng

He is the master of the Law Enforcement Hall." Wei Changfeng said after a while: "I once mistakenly entered several interfaces in the Black Dragon Pond of the West Sea in that world. There is a remote teleportation array at the bottom of the pond. It takes fifty Mermaid Tears each time.

Started, but the delivery array is random and can only be touched one by one."

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

"The sword is in the person's sword, and the sword dies and the person dies. He is definitely not dead, and he will definitely not die." Put your hands on the Dantian, it is certain.

Three days later, the woman in the teleportation hall in the middle realm was sitting dull as usual.

A few sweeps of divine consciousness had no effect on her at all, she was just like a living dead.

Wei Changfeng half-squinted his eyes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief until the woman sat safely on the teleportation array. He suddenly laughed at himself, it seemed that his position was really... difficult to sit in.

A month later we arrived at the Black Dragon Pool in the West Sea.

"Chang'an, thank you for coming with me, but...I don't plan to come back alive. Do you have a sect or a leader...don't go with me." Gu Jinxiu looked at the man in front of him intently.

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"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 leader, I am the second elder, you are the great elder, and my second senior brother is the guardian elder." Who is this person?

Don't take yourself with you. "If I didn't have the token tracking, I really couldn't find you. Come on, stop talking 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 moved.

"...Oh, he is the God of Death himself. Now... I guess he should be... quite ugly. Anyway, you should be prepared. Besides, he is so ugly that 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 suffered this disaster and was poisoned, his appearance was completely ruined, the poison soaked into the immortal roots and immortal bones, and he also lost an arm."

"....he is a celestial being" and can be reborn.

"...You are so stubborn. He can only bring the sword back to you when he is alive. He will bring it back to you when he is dead. If his appearance cannot be restored, why would he bring the sword to you? Anyway, he will be this ghost when he comes back a hundred years later.

"Look, I won't know if I ascend and get struck by lightning and die." Okay, I feel comfortable saying it.

(End of chapter)