In the bright room with windows, the three of them had different expressions.

The burly old man sitting on the bed looked pale, but he looked disdainful with a look of sneering. The old man smoking a droughty cloud covered with a remembrance, as if he was deeply immersed in the green memories of his youth. The young man in white looked sighing, raised his teapot and filled the tea for the old man opposite him.

This old man Lin from the land fairy realm, Lin Chonghuan, was born in Huiyuezhou.

More than a thousand years ago, Lin Chonghuan, who was only in the Jindan realm, was an inner disciple of Taihang Mountain in Yuezhou, Huiyuezhou. Lin Chonghuan, who was quite talented, was also quite favored by the sect and was taken over by an elder.

Taihang Mountain is a first-class sect in Huiyuezhou, with many disciples under its jurisdiction. With more mountains, there are endless conflicts among forces in various veins.

Lin Chonghuan is one of the victims of internal sect struggle.

It's really an old-fashioned plot, not that complicated. Another disciple of the sect set up a plan and made a plan to ask you to get into the trap during a trial in Lin Chonghuan's mountain. Lin Chonghuan acted bravely and in order to save a girl captured by a villain, he accidentally beat another brother of his fellow disciple to death in a fierce battle.

Lin Chonghuan, who rushed back to the sect to apologize, was seriously guilty under the operation of two other elders. While his master was in seclusion, he directly made a judgment to abolish his cultivation.

Lin Chonghuan realized it later and noticed the smell of conspiracy. Naturally, he would not wait to die, so he injured the disciples of the Zhengtang and fled down the mountain.

This scene was naturally planned by the people behind the scenes, and what they wanted was to give him the crime of resisting the law and absconding. Lin Chonghuan naturally became an abandoned disciple of Taihang Mountain. When his master broke through the pass, he was unable to turn the world back. The only thing he could do was to stop the sect forces that were chasing him.

The reason for this plan was that he was extremely talented and threatened his status as a fellow disciple. In order to ensure that he could be promoted to the elder, of course, he had to kick out the biggest competitor.

"Lao Lin, I don't know what kind of bullshit friendship you are concerned about. If I change my son, I'll have already hit the Taihang Mountains. Back then, those villains and traitors twisted their heads one by one."

Just when Zhuo Yuming wanted to express some comfort, the irritable Cheng Shuangshu could no longer help but cursed at his cowardly friend with dissatisfaction.

Old Man Lin just sucked his own mist and didn't care about his old friend's injustice.

As a result, Zhuo Yuming took a sip of the teacup handed over, and said with a smile: "It's all old sesame seeds, so I haven't taken it to heart for a long time."

"The master told me back then that even if I have resentment, I should not let my fellow disciples down. Even if I become an abandoned disciple, I still have to remember the friendship between the sect."

Putting down the teacup and handing the cigarette pole into his mouth again, the old man looked calm, as if he had already left those old grievances behind.

"Hmph, they are all groups of hypocritical bad people. If they are treated like this, why do you think about being a bullshit? If you really want to be abolition, can you be sentenced to abolish your cultivation? If you really want to be aware of your love, how could your master die in depression later?"

Cheng Shuangshu continued to speak coldly, and he mourned his old friend, not fighting for his misfortune.

Lin Chonghuan glared at the old martial artist. The two had been together for hundreds of years. Since he knew he had encountered it, he had been fighting for many years. There was even one time when Cheng Shuangshu made a fuss to kill the person who designed to frame him. In the end, Lin Chonghuan stopped him at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. He had no choice but to this old friend who was extremely hot.

"Uncle Lin, I plan to establish a sect in Fuyaozhou for about a hundred years. Why don't you turn around and be an elder for me? If you are too lazy to manage common affairs, you can get the title of worship."

Zhuo Yuming didn't want Cheng Shuangshu to bother with this past that made Lin Chonghuan sad, so he started to talk about it.

Lin Chonghuan seemed surprised by Zhuo Yuming's words, glanced at him suspiciously and asked, "Why did you have the idea of ​​starting a sect? I remember you are not a casual cultivator? Establishing a sect is not a simple matter. None of the martial arts, magic weapons, and money are indispensable."

Zhuo Yuming smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Lin, these are not problems. I came to Fuyaozhou for this purpose, and I have planned it. Only the sect's location has not been finalized."

As he spoke, Zhuo Yuming's spiritual transmission sounded from Lin Chonghuan's heart lake. It was Zhuo Yuming who informed him of the identity of the descendant of the Human Emperor.

Hearing Zhuo Yuming's spiritual sense, even Lin Chonghuan, who had been stormed for a long time, was shocked. He knew exactly what the Human Emperor Taoism meant, but he didn't expect that this young man would have such a blessing.

"Boy Zhuo, this matter must be kept confidential and must not be publicized to the outside world. You are just in the realm of the cave and mystery at the moment. If someone really wants to be malicious to you, you may not be able to protect yourself."

Even though Cheng Shuangshu had a strong friendship with him for hundreds of years, he was involved in the inheritance of the Human Emperor and was very important, and Lin Chonghuan was also sending voices to Zhuo Yuming's spiritual consciousness.

"Don't worry, Uncle Lin. There are not many people doing this straight line."

Zhuo Yuming replied with a voice transmission.

When Cheng Shuangshu saw that the two of them had their lips and teeth changed, he knew that they were sending voices in their spiritual sense. He was originally angry and prepared to curse people, but then he thought about it and probably involved the confidential matter of the boy's establishment of a sect. After all, he should be prepared for the first time when he met him. Cheng Shuangshu suddenly closed his eyes and rested, allowing the two of them to communicate with each other, and ignored him.

Seeing the expression and movements of the ninth-grade martial artist, Zhuo Yuming felt enlightened and immediately spoke, "How is it, Uncle Lin. If you don't mind my small family, you will come back and take up a position to help the younger generation. With Uncle Lin, a land god, the younger generation's sect can directly reach the first-class level."

Those who can live for one or two thousand years may not have a high level of cultivation, but their ability to observe words, colors, human feelings and worldly affairs will not be too bad. Lin Chonghuan, who has always observed his old friend with Yu Guang, also nodded with a smile and said, "I always think that you are a promising boy. Since you have the plan to establish a sect, it's okay for the old man to support you. But I am used to being idle and wild cranes. I can't control those cumbersome sects and just have a free vocation. The old man doesn't want to offer much sacrifice, just this one, just collect some good tobacco leaves every year. Old man, aren't you also alone? Why not be a worshiper with me and give the younger generation a strong storefront."

Cheng Shuangshu suddenly opened his eyes and laughed out loud: "What's wrong? Our brothers turned around and were in the same mountain. It's very good. Boy, Lao Lin is good cigarettes, and I, Lao Cheng, have good wine. You can don't have money, but good wine is indispensable."

Zhuo Yuming immediately smiled and quickly took out several jars of wine from his arms and placed them on the table.
Chapter completed!