Chapter 421 Youthful Dream (please subscribe)

Chapter 421 Youthful Dream (Please subscribe)

Liu Yuping calmly flipped through the magic books, patiently waiting for the sect's instructions to arrive.

Now that the war in the Yan Kingdom has been decided, all that is left is to deal with the aftermath. There should be no more major wars.

Team leaders like Qingfeng may or may not need to participate in the aftermath.

It all depends on whether the elders take it seriously.

Liu Yu is indispensable.

Now that the general situation has been decided, there will not be any big risks in Yan State, so it will be the same wherever you practice.

On the contrary, in this sect enclave, one can be more "free".

There is no need to worry about the spiritual land. With his current strength and position, it is not a problem to occupy a second-level spiritual mountain.

Moreover, Liu Yu also had some vague thoughts that it would be better to cultivate his own power outside the sect and be more able to let go of his hands and feet.

However, it is also beneficial to return to the sect quickly. After all, the sect is much safer and more stable, and there is no need to worry about sudden danger.

No matter where he goes, he can accept it without worrying about gains and losses, and he is very calm inside.

…

Sinking into the ocean of knowledge about cultivating immortals, one night passed quickly.

The next day, noon.

Liu Yu put down the classics in his hand, and was about to use his magic power to warm up a few spiritual weapons, when suddenly there was movement in the storage bag.

"coming."

He thought to himself, and quickly took out the sect token, sinking his consciousness into it to examine it.

As Liu Yu thought, this was exactly what the three sects jointly issued.

All monks with cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment stage were ordered to go to a main hall of the original Baiyun Temple to discuss matters.

After receiving the message, Liu Yu quickly stood up, opened the formation and went out.

Outside the wooden house, Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin and others were already waiting.

Wei Guangzheng and other monks who later took refuge were chatting with the two women, and from time to time they would say a word or two of flattery.

In the distance, there are foundation-building monks in the team coming this way.

It can be seen that these local forces in Yan State, headed by Wei Guangzheng, are still a little uneasy at this time.

After all, it is indeed morally unsound to abandon the old club and seek refuge with the new one.

And we still don’t know how the new owner will treat them in the future. Of course, we are very nervous at this time.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang"

"Liu Daoyou"

Seeing Liu Yu appear, Wei Guangzheng and others stepped forward to greet him with a smile and a very warm attitude.

When they don’t know enough about Yuanyang Sect, and Yuanyang Sect doesn’t know enough about them.

At this time, Liu Yu became very important.

Wei Guangzheng and others need a monk who can help them speak up in the sect and protect their existing interests.

As for this monk, there is no more suitable candidate than Liu Yu.

First of all, they joined the Yuanyang Sect through Liu Yu's channels, so the relationship between the two parties was naturally "close".

Secondly, Liu Yu's weight is important enough, and in the eyes of these monks, he has enough say.

Since the contact time was too short and they didn't know other monks, they didn't have much choice.

It is precisely because of this that after the war the team lost the meaning of existence and would be disbanded soon, but they remained as respectful as ever.

"Fellow Taoists, there is no need to be polite."

"Since the summons is at the sect, all fellow Taoists can go on your own without waiting for Liu."

Liu Yu said hello to the cultivators without asking, and then said with a smile.

He knew very well what these monks were thinking.

But if you can have one more subordinate or friend, why should you refuse coldly?

"The team has not been disbanded yet, and we still follow the leadership of fellow Taoists."

"I'm used to listening to fellow Taoist Qingyang's instructions. It's a little hard to change."

This is a more subtle statement, euphemistically expressing that you want to have a long-term friendship.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang's reputation has spread far and wide, and I am sincerely convinced. I hope you will be the only one who will follow suit!"

This is what Wei Guangzheng said.

This old and mature veteran survived the fierce battle and became the most senior "leader".

Because they have received a lot of benefits, the Wei family is considered a staunch supporter of Liu Yu and has always been able to position themselves.

During the Battle of Yan Kingdom, the Wei family not only did not decline, but also gained benefits that would make many monks jealous.

He is an out-and-out vested interest.

In order to obtain so many benefits, in addition to the thousands of gold spent on horse bones, the Wei family's own contribution is also extremely important.

Of course, what satisfies Liu Yu the most is his attitude.

The two maids who served tea and water, Yingge Yanwu, only played a small role.

Beauty cannot shake his stance at all.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

"Since you fellow Taoists have commended me, let's go together."

"please!"

Liu Yu said loudly, and immediately walked ahead. Jiang Qiushui and Leng Yuexin walked alongside him.

Wei Guangzheng and others were half a step behind.

"Old Demon Qingyang?!"

"This person is ordinary and looks just like that. Could it be that the rumors are just groundless hype from the Yuanyang Sect?"

The group of people walked towards Yunxiao Mountain in a mighty manner, attracting the other monks to look at them. Some monks talked about it, and there were many malicious speculations by the monks from the other two sects.

However, the attention of most monks was quickly attracted by other more famous figures.

From the simple wooden houses everywhere, monks kept coming out and heading towards Yunxiao Mountain.

Among them, there are many famous monks and top figures in the foundation building period.

Such as the "Three Heroes and Four Heroes" of the Yuanyang Sect, the "Six Sons of Hehuan" of the Hehuan Sect, and the "Seven Swords of the Waning Moon" of the Waning Moon Valley.

The appearance of these monks can cause exclamations of exclamation, and they have considerable influence among low-level monks.

Although Liu Yu has sufficient prestige within his own team, his influence on the sect disciples outside the team is very limited.

Compared with the influence of the Three Heroes and Four Heroes, it is still far inferior.

In this regard, there is still a long way to go.

Liu Yu looked at this scene thoughtfully, but kept walking and walked quickly towards the mountain.

When passing through a ruins where the original Baiyunguan Patriarch Hall was located, he saw hundreds of Baiyunguan disciples kneeling on the ground.

The magic power of these captives has been sealed and cannot be used at all. Apart from being physically stronger, they are not much different from mortals in other aspects.

To the monks who were guarding him, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, without the slightest strength to resist.

At this time, these prisoners looked downcast and looked frightened.

Although he was not wearing shackles or handcuffs, he was actually a "prisoner."

"Uh-huh~!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded.

One of the guarding monks took action without warning, driving a magic weapon to chop at the head of a prisoner, with a hint of fanaticism on his face.

The corpse fell to the ground with a plop, bright red blood flowing quietly.

As if a signal had been released, the guarding monks from the three sects took action one after another, using their magic weapons to start the massacre.

The monks from Baiyun Temple, whose magic power was banned, had no power to resist. They fell to the ground in large areas under the sharp edge of the magic weapon, and screams came one after another.

Just like cutting rice, with a slight wave of the sickle, a large piece of rice fell down.

Looking at this scene, Liu Yu, who was walking, suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Of course he was not feeling pity, he just felt that this way of handling it was too wasteful.

Chaojiang Qiushui winked, and the woman immediately understood. She immediately called over a guarding sect disciple and began to inquire about the reason.

"Uncle Qi, this is an order from the elders, and the disciple is just following the order."

"The disciples and other guards received orders from the elders of their respective sects at the same time to execute all the prisoners of Baiyun Temple."

The guarding disciple who was called over saw that he was a foundation-building master, and he immediately answered honestly.

Liu Yu frowned, waved his hand to let this disciple leave, and continued moving forward.

"pity."

"Hundreds of monks in the Qi Refining Stage, how can they have thirty or fifty degrees of fuel?"

He is a frugal man and sincerely regrets the wastage of fuel.

However, these prisoners are the property of the three sects, even if they become corpses.

If Liu Yu rashly burns with demonic fire, his behavior would be considered as "lining his own pockets".

Unless the elders are consulted, there will probably be a lot of trouble in the future.

He still had to put safety first, so he finally put out this tempting idea.

"well"

Liu Yu sighed with regret and continued to move forward.

"Uh-huh"

Behind him, screams continued one after another.

But under the high-efficiency killings of the guarding monks, it soon became sparse, gradually became inaudible, and in the end there was only silence.

Puddles of blood gathered together, dyeing the green ground red, which looked shocking.

Perhaps these Baiyun Temple monks who chose to surrender and were captured would feel regretful at the moment before they died.

Since death is inevitable anyway, why not choose to be vigorous?

Since death is inevitable, it would be better to fulfill your kindness and die happily in battle!

Listening to the screams that rang out and disappeared, Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin, Wei Guangzheng and others showed no signs of fluctuation.

I have seen too many things like death in the past two years, and I have no sympathy for these unrelated monks from Baiyun Temple.

Even Jiang Qiushui, who had little experience in this area, has experienced too much in two or three years and has become accustomed to it.

…

Walking along the initially cleared road, we walked through the ruins of collapsed buildings.

Not long after, the group of people stopped in front of an ancient and solemn hall.

This hall occupies a very large area, measuring dozens of feet in length, width and height. The overall architectural style is biased toward Taoism.

The main halls are all built with materials that are sufficient for refining magic weapons. The surface is bronze in color, and many Taoist "immortals" are carved on the walls, which will be passed down forever as legends.

There are also huge bronze pillars standing in the surrounding corners, adding a bit of solemnity to the hall.

Ordinary monks will inevitably feel a little insignificant when facing such a huge, empty, solemn and solemn hall.

"Zhengqing Palace"

A clear voice came from beside him, and Jiang Qiushui read out the name of this palace.

Zhengqing Hall is the meeting place for the high-level officials of Baiyun Temple. It is protected by formations and has been less affected, so it remains intact.

After the destruction of Baiyun Temple, the three sects used this hall as a temporary meeting place.

Liu Yu glanced at the plaque, and without any fluctuation in her heart, she led the cultivators into it.

At a glance, the scene in the palace can be seen.

On the main seat above the main hall, the top golden elixir monks of the three sects were sitting impressively, their aura was calm and intimidating.

It is Master Changfeng, Master Sanjie, and Master Zhongxuan.

The three real people closed their eyes and fell asleep, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Below, hundreds of foundation-building monks were clearly distinguished and divided into three major groups based on sects.

Each large group is divided into small groups, keeping a certain distance from each other.

"Bai Yuxuan", "Zhao Wuji", "Li Buyu" and "Zhou Zhuofeng"

Among the hundreds of foundation-building monks, Liu Yu saw many familiar figures.

It is extremely rude to keep staring at an unfamiliar monk.

Without looking too much, he took Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin and others to find a deserted area to stand.

Twenty foundation-building monks stood together, as if they were a small group, showing signs of being self-contained.

"Junior Brother Liu."

In his ears, a slightly cold female voice came.

Liu Yu turned around and saw a female cultivator wearing a silver military uniform. Who could she be if she wasn't Senior Sister Li Buyu?

After saying a few words to Jiang Qiushui, he walked towards Li Buyu, cupped his hands and said:

"I've met senior sister."

Looking at this junior fellow apprentice, Li Buyu's face as cold as ice showed a slight smile and said:

"You are still so polite."

"Junior brother, I'm here just in time. Let me introduce you to them. These are the leaders of our sect."

"Between fellow students, we should get to know each other well."

"Who is this"

Li Buyu showed his kindness, changed his arrogant look when they first met, and introduced a famous fellow disciple.

Indeed, as she said, she is considered a "leader".

Their cultivation level was generally high, and there were many who were in the late stage of foundation building. Compared with those Liu Yu knew as an alchemist, their level was obviously higher.

Liu Yu was a good person, and under Li Buyu's introduction, he met a famous monk and greeted him politely.

Now he has indeed reached this level.

Whether it is relying on the fierce power of "Old Demon Qingyang" or the merits of "Qingyangzi", it is completely enough.

Even if Li Buyu doesn't introduce them, these monks will get to know each other sooner or later.

Liu Yu can become the leader of Qingfeng and has the reputation of Qingyang Old Demon. In the eyes of these sect leaders, Liu Yu is indeed barely considered a figure.

All this communication went very smoothly, and there was no slap in the face.

"I've met Senior Sister Bai."

"Senior Sister Liu has been famous for a long time."

Liu Yu paused for a moment, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and his expression remained as usual.

The female cultivator in front of him, dressed in white and snowy, was exactly the person he had dreamed about in his dreams when he was a boy.

If I remember correctly, the last time we met was at the Zongmen Scripture Collection Pavilion.

When I was first promoted to Foundation Establishment, twenty or thirty years ago.

"Junior Brother Liu."

Bai Yuxuan was not too enthusiastic, she just nodded slightly and said hello.

She looked at the ordinary fellow student in front of her, a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

In less than thirty years, he has gone from a new level of foundation building to his current state, and judging from his aura, he is not far from the mid-term peak.

What's even more rare is that he can also become one of the leaders of the Qingfeng team and do many things that his teammates in the late stage of foundation building cannot do.

Although Bai Yuxuan was a little curious, she didn't ask any more questions.

She is a more traditional female cultivator, with a relatively reserved or cold personality. She adheres to the great defense between men and women and will not get too close to male cultivators.

Not to mention asking about people's personal affairs just because they have met a few times.

The two just chatted briefly, and Liu Yu got to know each other with another Foundation Establishment disciple under Li Buyu's introduction.

At this time, his heart was as calm as water.

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