Chapter 120 Finally meet

bishop.

These are undoubtedly two words of great weight, because in this world, whether we look forward or backward, in every era, there are always only a handful of practitioners who are truly qualified to be crowned with these two words.

Lu Mingcheng, or Taoist Yingxu, is undoubtedly one of the few such people in the world today.

When the Qin Dynasty entered its second millennium, the White Emperor was so powerful that no country dared to disobey him and all sects submitted to him. In this vast world, Taoist Yingxu almost single-handedly supported the entire Tianming Sect and waged a long war with the Qin Dynasty that lasted for more than sixty years.

Even though the Tianming Sect has been defeated repeatedly and has not had many victories worth mentioning, it has not yet touched the foundation of the Qin Dynasty to this day. This action is still worthy of being described as magnificent.

Because the Tianming Sect still exists today and has not disappeared.

If you ask people who in the world can be the enemy of the White Emperor after the Taoist's death, the answer you get can only be Taoist Yingxu.

There are only nine practitioners in the world who have clearly entered the state of Yuhua, and he is one of them.

The number one figure in the magic world was sitting next to Gu Zhuo at this moment, with a kind and honest smile.

There is no difference between him and an ordinary old man.

……

"I entered Yunmengze early just to see you."

Lu Mingcheng put away his smile and said slowly, "But it's a pity."

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "This sentence sounds a bit scary."

"But you know I don't mean that."

Lu Mingcheng's voice was very helpless: "I just regret that I can't see you clearly."

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "It's normal for old eyes to have blurry vision."

The old man was not angry when he heard this. He frowned and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "What I say always makes sense."

Hearing this, Lu Mingcheng's eyes suddenly revealed complex emotions.

All these emotions eventually turned into questions, but after a moment of silence, for some reason, he did not finally put the question in his mind into words.

"What are you going to do next?"

Gu Zhuo suddenly asked, "Since we are here now, why don't we just stay here and wait for the Taoist master's inheritance to appear?"

Lu Mingcheng said: "And chat with you."

Gu Zhuo really didn't want to talk about this, because the trouble was visible to the naked eye.

The thing is, this may be the most meaningful thing at the moment.

It’s not because the old man’s realm is top-notch in the world and he can kill everyone present with a thought, but this can at least allow him to know more.

"Then let's talk."

He looked at the old man and said, "In your opinion, what did the Taoist master leave behind in Yunmengze?"

Lu Mingcheng said seriously, "I left something very important behind."

This is of course nonsense, nonsense intended as a tactful refusal.

Gu Zhuo didn't care and changed the subject, asking, "How is your practice of Yuanshi Daodian going?"

"Not much."

The old man thought about it carefully, and then said, "Going astray is a more accurate description."

Gu Zhuo said casually: "Then what you have practiced is the Yuanshi Demonic Scripture."

Lu Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Isn't this a bit too casual?"

“Isn’t going astray the same as going astray?”

Gu Zhuo said as a matter of course: "You have entered the state of demonization and eternity, who can say that you are practicing wrong? Since you are not practicing wrong, what's wrong with changing the name of the technique?"

Lu Mingcheng was speechless.

Gu Zhuo asked, "Have you accepted a disciple?"

When he said this, his tone was casual and direct, very much like Yu Sheng's when he was in Cangshan.

What’s even more amazing is that Lu Mingcheng had no objection to this.

"No."

The old man said frankly and self-deprecatingly: "Since the summer festival, all the truly talented people have gone to the capital of the gods in Daqin. The remaining ones who are willing to join the sect are either the ones who have been picked out or are people with nowhere else to go. They are not suitable to be my disciples."

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Li Ruoyun is actually pretty good."

Of course Lu Mingcheng knew this name.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will use this person as a bridge to lock Cangshan's location and try to kill Bai Nanming.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

"In terms of talent..."

The old man said slowly: "Li Ruoyun is indeed capable, but inheritance is not a trivial matter. We must look at it carefully again and again, and others may not be willing."

Gu Zhuo disagreed with this statement and commented: "You are thinking too much about things that you shouldn't be thinking about."

Lu Mingcheng smiled, with a hint of self-mockery in his smile, and said with emotion: "If I were not such a person, how could I have been wandering outside Yunmengze for so many days? When others wrote to me and asked me how I was, I only replied that I was coming."

"Right."

Gu Zhuo said no more and remained silent.

Lu Mingcheng turned around, looked at him and said, "Are we not going to talk about this anymore?"

Gu Zhuo asked back: "Is there anything else to talk about?"

Lu Mingcheng was speechless for a moment.

This seems to be the case.

The two people's positions are not the same, and there is a fundamental conflict of interests. If they were at the same level, they would have fought long ago. How could they have chatted for so long like they are now?

It is reasonable to have nothing to say.

However, Gu Zhuo did not just get up and leave.

He casually moved a chair from the side, found an empty space to put it down, and sat down directly.

Then he looked up at the night sky, letting the moonlight fall into his eyes.

Lu Mingcheng did not turn around and leave, nor did he move another chair. He just stood there quietly, thinking in silence.

The young man sits while the old man stands.

For some reason, this scene is inexplicably harmonious.

……

There was no difference between the deep part of Yunmeng Lake and the outskirts of Yunmeng Lake tonight. However, the liveliness of the two places was very different.

The flying sword over there slices fish into its stomach, while the flying sword over here kills people by ripping open their stomachs. Although both are things related to the stomach, the scenes are completely different.

The surface of a certain body of water had long been dyed red with blood, with broken limbs and corpses floating on it, as well as many fish that had suffered unexpected disasters.

Among those corpses were deacons of the Sky Patrol Department, priests of the Wan family, strong men from the border troops, spies from the Southern Qi Secret Service Department, and of course killers from Wuyou Mountain, but more were disciples of the Tianming Sect.

Just over ten miles away, Xian Yishu was confronting Taoist Changyu.

"It really is a morning and evening clock."

Wan Shouyi looked at the horrific scene on the water with an expressionless face, then raised his head to look at the two auras that were in a stalemate in the distance, and this thought naturally emerged in his sea of consciousness.

Because he really couldn't imagine what else in this world could make the Tianming Sect so crazy that they were willing to pay such a heavy price to get it.

Without much hesitation, the middle-aged man with a shabby temperament concealed his breath and escaped into the water, heading towards the depths of Yunmeng as quickly as possible.

……

There are many people who do similar things to the head of the Wan family. The unreasonable madness of the Tianming Sect has attracted more people to go crazy.

Qing Xiaoyue was not affected by this madness, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

He floated on the water like a ghost, standing seven miles away and gazing at the piece of land formed by the piles of ships. He could clearly sense that several powerful auras were constantly rushing here.

He knew very well what these people were thinking, but he did nothing as if he didn't know.

Because this is Pei Jinge’s business.

The most crucial reason why the two deputy directors of the Sky Patrol Department have no conflicts of interest is that they do not interfere in each other's affairs and are willing to be vague in those areas where they can be dealt with vaguely.

At a certain moment, Qing Xiaoyue frowned slightly.

In his perception, there was some strange change in Gu Zhuo's aura, as if it suddenly disappeared from this world for a moment, which he could not understand.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to set foot on that land and observe the reincarnation of the Taoist master from a distance that would not be noticed.

……

After a moment, Qing Xiaoyue regretted it.

When he floated up with the wind and quietly reached that piece of land, before he took even half a step forward in the bustling noise... a pair of eyes fell on him.

The look was calm and indifferent, without any emotion.

However, a cultivator as profound as he was, a master who was only one step away from the state of enlightenment, could no longer make any moves.

Because that gaze that came from nowhere happened to come from a person in the Yuhua realm.

One step can make a world of difference.

Qing Xiaoyue stood on the road, among the passers-by.

Many people passed by him, and those anxious and confused voices never disappeared from his ears, but he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from this world, and soon he would never be able to return.

The feeling of loneliness and alienation was constantly filling his heart, and the world before his eyes was constantly losing its color, returning to its most primitive black and white.

Then he realized that the moment that moment came would be the moment of his death.

What a terrifying state this is?

Qing Xiaoyue had a blank expression on her face.

Just as he was about to try to break through the restriction, someone suddenly walked past him, bringing a chill.

The chill was like a cold wind that woke him up from sinking into the lonely black and white world.

……

Listening to the footsteps behind him, Gu Zhuo sighed in his heart and stood up.

Yu Sheng is here.

She glanced at Gu Zhuo, then looked at the ragged old man standing beside her. After a moment of silence, she said, "It's really... troublesome."

Lu Mingcheng thought that a swear word should have been omitted.

Then his gaze fell on the girl in the green dress. His expression kept changing, but what was left in the end was confusion and puzzlement.

Just like he couldn't see Gu Zhuo clearly, he couldn't figure out anything about this girl.

Gu Zhuo introduced: "My nephew."

Yu Sheng said nothing, and readily agreed.

Lu Mingcheng was very curious and asked, "Who is your master?"

Gu Zhuo said: "The eldest princess accepts disciples on behalf of the master."

Lu Mingcheng was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Who is Master Bai Nanming?"

Gu Zhuo was very honest. He shook his head and said, "Anyway, I don't know."

Lu Mingcheng opened his eyes wide, not hiding his surprise, and asked in astonishment: "Is this possible?"

"She and I both agree."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Why not?"

Then he looked at Yu Sheng and said, "This matter is indeed very troublesome now, but I have a good way to solve all the current problems."

Yu Sheng responded, “Do it.”

Gu Zhuo turned around and said to the old man sincerely: "I think it is not worth it for the Taoist master to leave this inheritance. Why don't you leave?"

Just walk away.

Escaping is the solution to all problems.

Lu Mingcheng smiled slightly, his smile was calm and firm, and he said calmly: "Maybe it's not worth it, but since I'm here, I have to see the truth."

……

"so be it."

Gu Zhuo stopped trying to dissuade him, calmly accepted the fact, and asked, "When are you going to reveal the inheritance?"

Yu Sheng glanced at him.

Lu Mingcheng raised his head, looked at the darkening night, and said, "Before the dawn."

"Good."

Gu Zhuo smiled and said mockingly: "At least the world has a beautiful night."

(End of this chapter)

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