When Chen Changyan woke up the next morning, he was already in Wanxiaozong.

He opened his eyes in the sound of birds singing and stretched his waist.

As time travels more and more, this sweet and spiritual air brings him a sense of belonging more and more.

He never felt this way before the journey began.

Not once.

In his world, father, son and brother may kill each other, not to mention that he is an adopted son? There are some things that he doesn’t want to have, but he dare not have.

The breakfast in the morning was stewed with porridge with old hen soup, two mutton buns, a plate of side dishes... and a small note of fine regular script.

"The porridge is warm and it can be raised after three o'clock in the sun."

Chen Changyan's heart moved slightly...it was the handwriting of his wife.

There was no other meaning to pass the note, just telling him that there was no need to get up so early in the morning. Anyway, the porridge on the stove was always warmed up.

But he still got up early and completed an hour of cultivation. He called Fang Ji over: "I want to go to the Blood Demon Sect."

The paper on Fang Ji almost frightened.

However, in the face of Chen Changyan's order, he was always not in a hurry to refute, but would look at him silently and wait for his later words.

Fang Ji has the calmness he has maintained for several generations of people... He is old, and he has lost the qualification to be shocked.

But Chen Changyan always had a way to break his calmness: "Haha, what's wrong? Only the Blood Demon Sect is allowed to sneak into my sect, so I won't be allowed to cause trouble for them?"

"Of course not." Fang Ji bowed his head and bowed.

As a veteran of the three dynasties of Wan Xiaozong, he generally would not stop the little master from doing anything. On the one hand, it was because his wife often said, "He has his own world", and on the other hand... he had Miss Taozi around him.

So, he wanted to extinguish a blue lamp door or something, no one would care.

But the Blood Demon Sect is different...

This is a middle-to-high-level sect with a strength of roughly the same as their sect. Even if they gather the power of the entire sect to attack, they have to think for a long time and plan for a long time.

It's not a day or two.

But Fang Ji still didn't say these words in his heart... He has always grasped his identity very accurately. He is just a three-generation old servant and a good executor.

The clan's orders could be conveyed to the sect leader and his wife intact, but it was not his turn to question them.

"Fang Ji, don't worry," Chen Changyan said with a smile, "I am not overestimating my abilities. I didn't want anyone to destroy the Blood Demon Sect."

"Yes, young master." Fang Ji suddenly discovered something. After getting along with each other for many years, even if he didn't say anything, Zongzi always understood what he was worried about.

"Fang Ji, I just go to kill one person, and I will go back after the killing." Chen Changyan said.

"Who?" Fang Ji then raised his head and asked the first question.

However, what Chen Changyan said was a name he didn't know: "Xie Duan."

Fang Ji remembered that the Zongzi asked yesterday if anyone who was related to those who were quickly promoted by the Blood Demon Sect was the one with the surname Xie...

But, where did Zongzi suddenly come from? He even knows the name and surname?

Unfathomable, unfathomable.

Fang Ji still didn't ask much, just said: "How many people are you bringing?"

"You, me, Taozi." Chen Changyan stretched out three fingers.

Fang Ji's breathing stopped slightly.

Then, he took a deep breath and said, "I understand."

"Prepare, we'll set off now." Chen Changyan said.

Half an hour later.

The lady received a letter written by Fang Ji.

He and his little master had already brought peaches and led three cloud skeleton horses to set off for the Blood Demon Sect.

What to do, I didn't say anything.

When will I come back, I didn't say anything.

"My son, he is like an old ancestor back then." The lady murmured.

...

The outer sect of Wan Xiaozong, the news about the theory of realm has not stopped for a day.

But today is different.

There is a new gossip that has stopped the debate about dividing the inner and outer doors.

"Do you know Wu Han who was just taken into the inner sect? He talked about one today, why we encountered those 'resurrection souls' return to life'..."

"Muhan? Isn't it that new disciple who was slapped out of the door by his wife last night. Isn't he stupid?"

"... But I think what he said is a bit interesting. It's pretty good to hear a story. I'll tell you."

"Yeah, tell me?"

"He said, those dead souls are called time travelers."

"Time traveler?" The outer disciples looked at each other.

"Yes, he said that some time travelers will take over the bodies of dead people. They look like dead souls have returned to life, but in fact... there have been people inside."

"Take a body? How high is that cultivation? Are those time travelers very powerful?"

"Not really, but Wu Han said that they all came from another world, with...systems, or golden fingers, helping them take over the body. That world is, without spiritual energy, dressing, habits, and all aspects are very different from us."

"Is he talking about the Peach Blossom Land?" An outer disciple laughed.

"I think, maybe Wu Han has really been to another world, otherwise, how could he make it so realistic? Moreover, he also said that in that world, there are two organizations that are specifically designed to fight against time travelers."

"Ha? There are time travelers in that world? Do you travel through us? Will you also take over the body? There are two organizations? This is the same as our sect?"

"Well, it's almost the same, he said, an organization called Lionheart, and another organization called Hunter. The organization is bad. If you find a time traveler, you will kill it... What will the time traveler carry? What is the unknown virus? Once it spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Where is the hound?"

"Hunters generally do not kill time travelers... and occasionally they will also kill them. But they mainly steal the corpse of time travelers... and use the corpse to make enhancement potions. It is said that a time traveler can make dozens or even hundreds of enhancement potions."

"Wow, then are they not mortal enemies?"

"It's not just mortal enemies, Wu Han said that they are fighting almost every day. However, the two strongest people in the organization are mysterious and do not show up. Of course, the ones who come forward are also very strong... The ones who come forward are five red lions, all of whom have been trained by Lion Heart for many years. It is said that the next Lion King will be born among the five of them."

"No name?"

"Only the red lion who finally became the lion king is qualified to leave his name."

"Hahaha, is there a dog king? Red dog?"

"That's not. The successor of the Hound has been confirmed long ago. There is also a very elegant title, what is it... Oh, Mr. Kuyan."

"It's interesting. Wu Han won't say that he has seen them, have you?"

"No, Wu Han said that the red lions are very busy, and they are all on the front line. Fighting with time travelers, no one can easily get close to them. As for Mr. Ku Yan... Since he determined his heir, no one has known where he is in two or three years. Today he may have found a village to feed pigs, and tomorrow he may have drunkenness and dreams in a bar."

"I understand. Are those red lions, like Mr. Ku Yan, just exist similar to our young master?"

"Hey, that's true!"

"What's the bar?"

"Oh, that's a good place. Wu Han said it very much. Listen to me to tell you slowly..."

...

Unfortunately, Chen Changyan did not pass by the outer sect and did not hear the outer sect disciple telling Wu Han’s “wonderful story”.

Yunskuma is very fast, and everything is fine except using true qi.

That night, they had already arrived at the small town, Heiqiao Town, which was only one day left to the Blood Demon Sect.

The three of them settled down to rest.

Chen Changyan was still in the same room with Taozi, and Fang Ji was in the same room.

When the bell rang in the middle of the night, he did not notice at all, and a familiar figure followed him into the room next to him.

When you open your eyes again...

Chen Changyan was already lying on the small bed in his shared house.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and there is no ideological and political course, he can get up later.

He turned over and took a look at the backup machine.

The first three hot searches on Weibo were on the back, and the words "explosion" were followed by three big blood-black words.

Tonight, the whole world probably won’t be able to sleep.

The downstairs in their community are also crowded with people.

Most rooms, lights and TVs are on, as the entire network is rolling news about time travelers appearing around the world...

However, Chen Changyan's sleep quality is still as good as before...

Fortunately, it was past four in the morning.

A distant sob seemed to be heard in his ears.

"Here you." Although he was sleeping, his thinking was particularly clear. He knew what he was about to face.

Ghost pressing on the bed.
Chapter completed!