Estranged

Even Xu Jingxian felt that the night here was surprisingly long.

But this is the characteristic of Jiu Chongyuan.

The boundary between humans and demons, the chaos is still unclear, everything is possible.

Although I don't know where the Seven Star Terrace is, there are monks rushing towards the same direction one after another, just follow behind.

When the three arrived, the place was already quite lively.

There are seven high platforms, and the round platform surrounded by the middle is the highest, symbolizing the head of the seven-star platform, and it is also the place where the sad tree holds a banquet.

Xu Jingxian originally thought that the sad tree was lonely, and suddenly came to power, even if he had allies, he would not have too many allies, but when he arrived at the Seven Stars Terrace, he found that there were many monks under him, scattered all over the Seven Stars Terrace, staring at them outsiders, eyeing them like a tiger, It is heavily guarded.

The monks who came one after another, many of them went towards the sad tree sitting firmly on the high platform. Their words were polite and polite, not at all like the ones she imagined to find fault with, and there were even graceful women dancing in lotus clothes on the stone platform above the water. Dance, thousands of lights are set up, and hundreds of trees bear flowers.

Qixinghe, who was still fighting endlessly just a moment ago, now looks more like a world of luxury and prosperity.

Xu Jingxian was a little strange.

"Sorrowful Tree declared himself the Lord of the Seven Star River so easily, so no one will challenge him again?"

Just now they were busy killing people and seizing treasures, and the junglers became docile all of a sudden, acquiescing to the Sad Tree's status. In her opinion, this was too fast, and even seeing the blood clan's infighting didn't end so smoothly and quickly.

"Sorrowful Tree has been in Qixing River for several years, and his subordinates have already gathered a group of people. Even if Xu Fenglin didn't suddenly break into Qixing River and kill Boye, he and Boye would have conflicts sooner or later."

When a strange voice sounded, Xu Jingxian turned her head and walked towards them alone, answering her doubts.

The other party saw Xu Jingxian and the three of them looked over, bowed their hands in salute, and finished speaking.

"Once Boye dies, Qixinghe is in chaos. If Sad Tree wants to be in power, he has to kill Boye's powerful general Tai Luo in public to establish his prestige. Tailuo is a famous master in Qixinghe. After he dies, others will not dare to take it easy. Those who covet the lord of the Qixing River must first weigh whether they have too much strength. Besides, everyone wants to find out the secret of the Qixing River from the sad tree. In Xia Chenting, Wan Jianxian Sect disciples, I am honored to meet you, I do not know how to address you?"

Wanjian Immortal Sect is a famous sect, but the more famous the sect is, the less it looks down on the blood sect, which takes a slanted sword.

This is the same reason that a well-established family looks down on a humble grassroots who get rich overnight.

But Xu Jingxian wanted Jiao Didi to report herself.

"My family is seeing Xu Jingjing, a disciple of the Blood Sect. Looking at the entire Blood Sect, it is rare to see such a handsome fellow Daoist Chen!"

Chen Ting's mouth twitched when he heard the word "blood sect", as if he regretted coming over to strike up a conversation, but finally he forced a smile and continued talking.

"Thank you for your praise, Fellow Daoist Xu. I have heard about the name of the Blood Sect for a long time, and Fellow Daoist Xu is also very elegant."

He looked at Changming and Yunhai again, hesitating slightly.

"The two fellow daoists are also from the Blood Sect?"

Changming: "Changming, casual cultivator."

Yunhai smiled and said, "Me too."

Chang Ming: ...What are you too? Your name is also Chang Ming?

But Chen Ting didn't pursue the question any further. He subconsciously classified all three of them into the demon cultivator of the Blood Sect camp. Yuan Yuan, compared to the rules of the world, seeing that the Blood Sect is at least a pure human being, different from those half-demons or monsters.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts, this idea made Chen Ting and Xu Jingxian a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Xu Jingxian: "Chen Daoyou just said that Qixinghe has a secret?"

Although Chen Ting looked down on witches, but human nature loves beauty, he still unconsciously glanced at her more, then reacted, and coughed lightly: "Yes, it is rumored that there are magic soldiers hidden under the Seven Star Terrace, which is related to the purple light above the Wanshen Mountain a while ago. , The key to the basement entrance was originally in Boye's hands. Once Boye died, the key was taken over by Tailuo. Sad Tree killed Tailuo, and it is very likely that he also got the key. Everyone is watching."

Xu Jingxian: "Sorrowful Tree was kicked out of the gate by Qingyun Monastery, and when he came here, he was able to gather his subordinates, unite a party of forces, and fight against Tailuo. It's really not easy!"

Chen Ting: "I have met this person a few times. I have seen his deeds and listened to his words. He is indeed a hero in troubled times. However, the strong man of Jiuchongyuan is respected. He is the master of Qixing River today, and he may not know what will happen tomorrow. Bo Ye has sat in the position of the Lord of the Seven Galaxy for seven or eight years, and he is not saying that he will die, the Sad Tree invited everyone here today, it may not be without the intention of finding out our truth."

Xu Jingxian pretended to be surprised: "Aren't we throwing ourselves into a trap? I'm scared to death. I can't touch the drinks and dishes at the banquet later!"

Chen Ting smiled, and suddenly felt that the witch of the blood sect was a little cute.

"You can rest assured that Sad Tree's debut on the throne will definitely win people's hearts. He will not use such low-level methods. I guess he will spread out the magic treasures left by Boye and Tai Luo before. If you can win his favor , maybe even get a high-level magic weapon.”

Xu Jingxian knew that he hated magic cultivators, and the more he wanted to be pretentious: "Then if he likes my beauty and wants to exchange it with a high-level magic weapon, will he change it or not? Oh, I'm so distressed!"

Chen Ting: ...

Even though Xu and Chen chattered about, Yunhai ignored it.

His eyes fell on Chang Ming.

The latter is looking in the direction of the sad tree.

At this time, the Sad Tree was in high spirits, looking down at the various living beings on the Seven Stars Terrace, even though he knew that most of the monks who came to the banquet had ulterior motives, it did not prevent him from feeling that he had everything under control.

He is enough attention, but Chang Ming is not looking at him.

"Who is that person next to the sad tree?"

What Yunhai asked was exactly the person Chang Ming was looking at.

Changming said: "I have seen him before, and there is a relationship. Later I thought he was dead, because people who entered that place rarely came out alive, and with his skills, there is absolutely no reason to survive, but now, Not only did he reappear, but he was also unscathed, and his cultivation has improved to a higher level, why do you think this is?"

Yun Hai pondered: "There are two possibilities. What you saw was a hallucination, but it's impossible because I saw it too. There is another possibility. He got a chance in the place you mentioned, and his cultivation base improved by leaps and bounds. You also said You thought it was impossible for him to come out alive, so something must have happened to him."

Chang Ming hummed.

At that time, although Zhang Mu pushed him to take the place of the dead ghost, in fact, apart from He Xiyun, Zhang Mu and others were still trapped in the underworld. .

But he actually saw Zhang Mu again here.

Just now when this person made a move in the corner and used a long spear to help Bei Shu sneak up on his opponent, Chang Ming felt that his technique was very familiar. Seeing Zhang Mu who was quite useful at the side of Bei Shu at this time just proved that Chang Ming bright idea.

Zhang Mu did not die.

Not only did he not die, but he also came out of the underworld, entered Jiuchongyuan again, and gained the trust of the sad tree.

All the fragments are connected to become weird and mysterious, weird and unpredictable.

Zhang Mu in the underworld, Zhang Mu in front of me.

Xiaoyun from the Seven Strings Gate, and the sea of ​​clouds beside him.

There seemed to be an invisible thread in the dark, pulling him forward.

Chang Ming doesn't like being controlled, but he wants to follow the line and find the person who pulls it.

"There is another possibility—" Yunhai said slowly.

Before he finished speaking, Chang Ming walked towards the sad tree.

Yun Hai was slightly stunned, and then stepped up to follow.

From where they stood to where the tree of sorrow was, there was a long staircase in the middle.

The stairs separated the classes, but it did not prevent the continuous stream of monks from going forward to congratulate the tree of sorrow.

Chang Ming and Yun Hai walked among the crowd, not abruptly.

Just when Zhang Mu finished talking to Sad Tree in a low voice, the latter nodded, Zhang Mu took orders, turned around and hurried down the stairs, and met Chang Ming face to face.

"Brother Zhang Mu, I didn't expect to meet you here!" Chang Ming was surprised.

Zhang Mu stopped and turned his head, looking at him.

"You are-"

Chang Ming: "Back then, outside the Yunhai Tower, you helped me when I saw injustice, so that I didn't lose face in front of my fellow disciples. I have always been extremely grateful. I never expected to meet you here today!"

Sea of ​​clouds: ...

Zhang Mu nodded perfunctorily: "There's no need to be too polite, I still have to go ahead and talk about it later."

"Then don't bother Brother Dao, I will thank you very much in the future!"

Chang Ming cupped his hands and watched them off, his gratitude was beyond words, but his eyes were filled with deep thought.

What he said was just to test, there was no Yunhai Tower at all, let alone any brothers.

Zhang Mu, either lost his memory, or—

It wasn't Zhang Mu at all.

Halfway through the banquet, as Chen Ting said, Sad Tree didn't entertain any dishes and wines at all, but asked people to bring out trays of magic weapons for the monks present to choose.

These magic weapons were collected from the defeated by the Lords of the Seven Star River over the years. They are not rare, but there are some high-quality spiritual weapons among them. Being able to get it for nothing, everyone in the room couldn’t help being moved, and they stepped forward to choose one after another. Some almost fought because they liked the same magic weapon. The ones they got were of course joyful, and it was considered as an inheritance of this kind of favor. Wish, become the new owner of Seven Star River.

For a time, the sky was full of fireworks and the ground was bustling, making people feel that this place is a human palace rather than a foreign world.

Changming and Yunhai didn't go forward to choose the magic weapon, they stood far away from the crowd and watched coldly.

"How long do you think Sad Tree will be the new owner of the Seven Star River?" Yun Hai asked.

"Looking at the scene, except for you, fellow Taoist Yunhai, no one can challenge the sad tree. He can sit in this position for at least three days, unless Xu Fenglin comes back again. But since he went to the second abyss, he probably won't I am interested in the dominance of the First Abyss."

Yun Hai smiled and said, "Then let's make a bet on how long the sad tree can live. I won't make a move, but I bet he won't survive three days."

Chang Ming: "You want to kill him?"

Yun Hai: "I have never met him before, and I will never make a move."

Chang Ming: "What's the bet?"

Yun Hai: "You win, I will give you a magic weapon."

Chang Ming: "In this world, there are very few people I can take a fancy to."

His expression was slightly tired, his tone was light, but what he said was full of arrogance.

Yun Hai did not show a surprised and mocking expression, but said firmly, "You will definitely appreciate this thing."

Chang Ming's heart skipped a beat and he looked at him.

Sure enough, Yunhai smiled: "Sifeijian."

Chang Mingxin said that you gave me my own things?

Yun Hai: "This sword was used by Jiufang Changming, the number one person in the world in the past. Coincidentally, he and Daoist Changming have the same name. It is said that a sword is given to a hero. Since you have such a fate, maybe you can control this sword."

Chang Ming was thinking about one thing.

If Zhou can become what he is now, there are still traces to follow, what happened to his rigid and rigorous disciple to become this appearance?

Look, it's fine when you don't speak, when you speak, your eyebrows dance with joy, you wish your hair would fly up and dance with your hands, you speak frivolously, you can flirt with anyone, and if you don't move, you will get sly and threaten your master.

Since he no longer remembers himself, why did he take the initiative to meet him?

Yun Hai suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, don't look at me like this. Even if you have admiration for me, please hide it in your heart. You must know that falling flowers have intentions, and flowing water is ruthless, lest you make a big mistake with a single mistake."

Changming: …

"What if I lose the bet?" He didn't move the opponent's hand away.

Yun Hai smiled and said, "If you lose, you have to do one thing for me."