My cultivation script went astray

Fighting or something like that is what he dislikes the most. Those little wall lamps don’t want to see him, so why doesn’t he want those few to get away?

You have to pay attention to speed when cleaning the ruins. Based on his many years of experience in reading novels, the biggest danger in the ruins is not within the ruins, but from the competitors.

"This is quite difficult. I don't know if he can do it." The man in the sedan said.

"It doesn't matter, just try it."

"good."

The person in the sedan did not leave.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Chen Lang asked, I was still in a hurry to get on my way.

"Where's the money?"

"Didn't I tell you that's all I have now? I owe you for now." I'm just kidding. I didn't even pay for the beads. You still want me to pay for such a casual mention without even mentioning it?

"He can't do anything if he doesn't have money."

Chen Lang patted his chest, "Are you still worried that I will run away? You can go to Tianjian Sect to inquire when you have time. My surname is Chen Minglang, and everyone in Tianjian Sect knows him. You doubt me, just like a monk doubts Immortal Gu. The Tianjiao doubts the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which is a manifestation of loss of faith.”

Maybe he had really heard of Chen Lang's name, or maybe he didn't take it to heart. The man in the sedan responded, "Okay, I'll talk to him. I'll give you a month and I'll come back to find you. Evil One million spirit stones of the spirit bead cannot be lost.”

The sedan flew away quietly and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

…

"Master, you can't leave."

"How will I live if you leave?"

In the bedroom, which is not that big, there is a jade curtain and a gold gauze tent, with a bed in the middle, and a dying old man lying on it. There are people around, including the old man's young descendants, who stop and watch.

A servant next to him held a jade porcelain bowl in his hand and skimmed off the scum with a spoon. They were all high-quality medicine.

"Master, the medicine is here."

"What kind of medicine are you still drinking! Didn't you see that the master is asleep?" The old woman who was crying next to her stared at her eyes and motioned to take the medicine away. What if she takes a sip and opens her eyes again?

I have been waiting for more than ten years.

Soon after, the master opened his cloudy eyes and said, "Xiaogui."

"here I am."

"I saw my ancestors coming to pick me up, but I can't let you go. You are all here. I have something to tell you."

"Sir, please tell me."

The master took a breath and said: "When I die and enter the mausoleum, my Nine Phoenix Pattern Pills, three boxes of tiger bone tongue orchids, and several of my treasures will be buried with me. In addition, the coffin will be covered with spiritual stones." .

Finally, no one is allowed to guard the mausoleum."

"Master, if you take so many things with you, what will the family use in the future?" asked a man next to him. He was surprised. The master's original last words were to scatter his ashes on the mountain and bury his mantle in the mausoleum, but he didn't ask for it. So many burial objects?

"What are you talking about? You have such an unfilial descendant?" The old woman glared, then turned to comfort, "Okay, okay, everything is according to the master."

A group of straight-tempered people who don’t know how to adapt. Can’t they just find a way to get things out after they die?

After the master finished explaining, he closed his eyes and lost his breath.

"Grandma, look, there are crows outside." The grandson pointed to the treetops outside.

"The master is dead?" When the man saw it, he was secretly happy. The old man was considered dead. He told the news to the people next to him, and the eyes of the whole family became lively. Dividing the family property was a big deal.

This master is also considered a big shot, a great golden elixir cultivator. He belongs to a wealthy family and has countless assets. There are not many people like him who can be so dignified these days.

The crow cawing unpleasantly.

Suddenly, the master opened his eyes again.

"Master? Is there anything else you want to explain?" The old woman was startled. Could this be a flashback?

But the master just stared at the crow. Suddenly, he lifted the quilt, stood up and went out. He stretched out his hand and the crow landed on his arm, with a note tied to his foot.

"It's all gone." The master waved to the people behind him, and then he ran all the way to the attic of his warehouse and took out a disc with a diaphragm and a strange structure from under the second drawer on the left.

The old man glanced outside, the door closed by itself, and then approached the disk.

"It's me, the Hundred-Faced Demon."

"What's the matter?"

"Where are you? Why can't I contact you?" A voice came from the disc.

"I just had something to do." The old man said, "What do you want from me?"

He knew the identity of the person across from him and had a close relationship with Senior Xueyan, and an existence like Xueyan was someone he had to treat with caution. Being able to contact him was certainly not a trivial matter.

"I need your help with something."

"Okay." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord agreed decisively. It seemed that he could only put the small amount of money on hand for a while.

A voice slowly came from over there, "Do you know about the alliance that is encircling and suppressing the Pingtian Sect? The current leader is Elder Qiu of the Aoki Sect. You go and disguise him and call back all the disciples who are on mission outside."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord thought about it for a moment. He knew that alliance very well, "But Elder Qiu is not dead. This will cause problems."

He is only good at imitating dead people because no one can reveal his disguise except the person he is imitating.

"It's okay, just give it a try and finish this."

"Okay." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said to himself that this is not difficult, "Then what price do you want to offer?"

"Owed first? I'm also accepting another person's request." The other person said.

Owe?

I, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, never take credit.

Um? wrong.

"Another person? Who is it?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was moved in his heart.

"I won't disclose it. If you don't want to do it, forget it. I'll replace you with someone else."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had already guessed it, and he was basically sure of it after hearing this tone.

Blood Swallow, it's Blood Swallow! It must be him. It's not easy to be asked to do something by him.

So, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was very generous, "It's okay, it's just a little help. Keep in touch if you have anything. Goodbye."

...

Chen Lang came all the way to the territory of Pingyun Sect.

Passing through a vast plateau wasteland, the terrain in front dropped sharply, and mountains and green forests appeared.

The flying boat lowered its altitude, and there was no one around. From the direction given by Zhong Haoran, he only knew the general direction, but not the detailed distance, and it was still difficult to determine the location of the ruins.

Fortunately, he didn't see other cultivators.

"It seems that I came quite early." Chen Lang put away the wave-breaking boat and flew between the mountaintops with his flying sword.

Soon, a barrier lake appeared, and an old man sat on the exposed rock next to it, fishing.

"Don't go forward." The old man spoke.

Oh, it seems that I'm on the right track.

Chen Lang landed on the ground. The fisherman who spawned in the wild was not an ordinary person.

"Have you seen anything special nearby?"

Chen Lang gestured, "Some ancient bricks and stones, or a very large beast covered with thorns."

He didn't know how to describe it, after all, he had never seen the real thing.

The old man cast a new rod, "I haven't seen a beast covered with thorns, but I have seen one in the ruins of the wretched fire."

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