It's just that Cheng Qian didn't understand why that old thing had to go all the way to tie himself to the so-called "Suo Xiantai" and kill him directly.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he put it aside.

Anyway, it's a bad visitor.

Cheng Qian wasn't afraid of being locked here - he didn't care if he wanted to kill or cut him, he was just worried about his big brother. Cheng Qian listened to Li Yun's words that day under Zhenlong's banner, and kept in mind that it would be very dangerous for Jian Xiu to have a demon. He couldn't imagine how the senior brother would feel when the puppet was broken and he could not be found again.

So Cheng Qian got rid of his distracting thoughts, sat down with one mind, and worked hard to mobilize his inner breath.

Just when he was on the Qiankun Trapped Dragon Lock with your life-and-death posture, he suddenly heard someone say behind him: "Hey, young man, don't bother, if I were you, lie down and have a good sleep now."

Cheng Qian turned around with some difficulty, and saw a person standing ten feet away from him. He didn't know how he got in, and was strolling around the sleepy dragon lock boredly. That man was slender, not tall, and a little hunched over, looking very wretched, his beard and stains on his face were indistinguishable from each other, only the whites of his eyes were as pure as a group.

Although Cheng Qian himself didn't particularly love gānjing, he was still shocked by this monarch's sloppyness - he had not seen a monk who made himself so dirty for many years.

This man was wearing a tattered shirt, and he kept scratching his ears and cheeks, causing others to feel itchy when they looked at him... If there are lice on a monk, it must be a lice anyway, right?

The man walked to the sleepy dragon lock like a big monkey, looked at Cheng Qian with a smile, and said in a daze: "Don't want to sleep? Let's chat - boy, there are still some left of your Fuyao faction. How many are there?"

Cheng Qian was stunned. Although this person looked crazy, he was able to enter and exit at will in such a heavily guarded place, and he even revealed his origin in one go. It was not simple.

He hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "I don't know what the seniors are called?"

"Tsk, don't call it senior, you don't like to hear it, aren't you guys from the Fuyao faction all like wild monkeys in the mountains, never big or small?" The man waved his hand and replied, "You don't need to fake it with me. You're welcome, my name is Ji Qianli."

Cheng Qian witnessed his squatting posture, and felt that this group of monkeys was wronged.

And the name "several thousand miles" really doesn't feel like his real name when he hears it.

The cultivator who claimed to be Ji Qianli grinned at him, revealing his white teeth: "I heard that you beat up that old ghost Yang Decheng to find his teeth all over the place, making him angry? It's very promising, boy!"

Cheng Qian asked inexplicably: "Who is Yang Decheng?"

Ji Qianli: "It's Bian Xuyang's big thug, that old ghost has been so arrogant these years, and someone should really take care of him - sigh, it wasn't like this when he was young, the older he gets, the less he is, he is called Feisheng bī. ."

This person seemed to be very familiar with Xuanwutang inside and out. Cheng Qian couldn't help but take some precautions and said indifferently: "A person who can be promoted to a bastard by a mere mere person, is it possible that he is still a saint and gentleman?"

Ji Qianli scratched the back of his neck, and waved his hands in embarrassment: "You are still young, I can't explain this to you."

Cheng Qian's heart was in the air, and while perseveringly used the trapped True Yuan to attack the restrictions around his body, he said calmly: "If mortals live to my age, there will be five generations in the same family."

Ji Qianli smiled and said: "You have extraordinary talent right now, and your realm is growing rapidly. You have neither married a wife nor accepted a disciple. In such a day, even if you live to be 110,000 years old, you are still young. Wait until one day, you will find out All the people in the world, men, women and children, call you seniors when they see you, and the monks who are running around in front of you all call you their ancestors. Flying farther and farther...that's called old age."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to meet the old madman's eyes.

Only then did he realize that the old madman's eyes were extremely black, like the bottomless abyss of Fuyao's back mountain.

"We are different from mortals." Ji Qianli said, "Mortals know that they are going to die from birth. In a hundred and eighty years, the poor and the rich, the good and the bad, all have the same goal, no matter how far their hearts are. , there is always such a home.”

Cheng Qian couldn't help but said, "Can death be considered a destination?"

Ji Qianli laughed loudly and danced: "You doll... you say, if death can't be considered a destination in this world, what can it be? But we don't even have this destination, what is the avenue? Like a radish hanging in front of a donkey's face, we chase and chase every day. The more powerful you are and the higher your realm is, the farther you will find yourself from that radish, you have been calling the wind and rain for a lifetime, and being called a Daxian by mortals for a lifetime, at the end of the day. Turning into a handful of dust like a mortal, making grass grow on the grave... tsk, wouldn't the thousand-year search be a joke?"

When Ji Qianli said this, the smile on his face suddenly turned cold, and he sighed: "Yang Decheng, Bai Ji, Tang Yao... When I recognized these people, they were just as young and energetic, and they were just as determined. , what you do and what you don't do, is no different from you now."

What kind of pair are Bai Ji and Tang Yao?

Cheng Qian listened, his cheeks were tensed, and he asked a little stiffly: "Is this a compliment for me, senior?"

Ji Qianli shook his head and lowered his voice: "A hundred years ago, Tang Yao and Bai Ji teamed up to kill Gu Yanxue, and less than five years later, Bai Ji died at the end of his lifespan, and the owner of the dignified westward palace died. When the hair is like dead gray, the shape is like withered, the body has a foul smell, and the words can't be said. Most of the monks are not stained with dirt, and they are used to cleaning, and no one likes to approach. As for Tang Yao..."

"They have always been indifferent to people in Mulan Mountain, but the struggle for power and power is very lively. Thirty years ago, Mulan Mountain changed to a magical day overnight. Tang Yao was placed under house arrest in the back mountain by his relatives and junior brothers. Years have disappeared, and if you think about it, you should be dead."

"It's only been a mere hundred years..." Ji Qianli stretched out for a long time and sighed, "I was the hero of the first generation, but now I am safe?"

Cheng Qiansi has never had excess sympathy. After hearing this, she was unmoved. She just said coldly, "You deserve what you deserve. You deserve to die."

"You deserve what you deserve..." Ji Qianli repeated it, shook his head and said, "You young people always think very highly of themselves, but whoever can reach the level of greatness, which one is not determined and different from ordinary people? It's just... alas, That's it."

After the old beggar finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and said to Cheng Qian: "I'm about to come, I have to go, you don't have to worry, since you're at Suoxiantai, someone will naturally take you out."

who?

Cheng Qian's first reaction was the brothers, maybe passers-by like Zhuang Nanxi would also say a few words for him, other than that... Who else would want to save him?

Before he had time to ask, Ji Qianli suddenly changed his face and said solemnly: "I don't know if you did it on purpose or because of bad luck, but you are too budding, even if they are Saving you may not have any good intentions... Boy, remember, if you want to live long, you need some means, but you can't have too much means. Today, there is no room for people with too much means in the world-you Tong Ru, Gu If you don't want to follow in their footsteps, you'd better keep your eyes open."

Cheng Qian hurriedly said: "Wait...Senior!"

Ji Qianli turned a deaf ear, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared.

This man acted upside down, but his words seemed to have other meanings. Cheng Qian's brows gradually tightened - what is "the lesson from Tong Ru, Gu Yanxue and others"?

Could it be that the master was enchanted, and is there any connection between the death of Island Master Gu?

He hadn't come up with a reason yet, when the four square doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open with a bang, and the sudden influx of skylight stabbed Cheng Qian to be unable to open his eyes for a while. A group of people who knew and did not know walked in in stride, and the battle was very large.

The leader of the Xuanwu Hall was not the Great Elder Yang Decheng, but a middle-aged cultivator with a Chinese character face and thick eyebrows and big eyes. As soon as Cheng Qian saw it, he vaguely guessed that this person was probably Bian Xu, the head of Xuanwu Hall.

On the other side, Zhuang Nanxi followed a middle-aged man with a dignified expression and walked in in a hurry. He was black and white with the people in the Xuanwu Hall, vaguely showing a rivalry. Among this group of people, Cheng Qian saw a few. The familiar faces were all the disciples of the White Tiger Villa that he fished out of Zhaoyang Demon City that day.

Zhuang Nanxi winked at Cheng Qian from a distance, as if to reassure him.

In addition to these two factions, there were many monks who came to join in the fun, and even Tang Zhen, who had already left, was among them.

Under the watchful eyes, Cheng Qian sat on the lock immortal platform, and suddenly felt a strange honor in his heart, thinking that on Qinglong Island, he was still a small loose cultivator, not yet focused, and would fight with people by brute force all day long. , Watching the great powers on the island fight, they don't even have the qualifications to speak out, they can only hide and hide around like a fragile egg under the nest.

It has only been a hundred years now, and he has actually enjoyed the treatment of Gu Island Master.

Yang Decheng seemed to be about to speak, but the cultivator with the national character next to him raised his hand and stopped him.

The man took the lead and said: "I am Bian Xu, the master of Xuanwu Hall, this fellow Taoist, my disciple, Elder Yang said that you used a special technique to hide your cultivation, and you are really a demon cultivator, and you killed my child. Originally, the hatred of killing your son was never shared, but the nephew Zhuang of Baihu Villa tried his best to defend you. Although the pain of losing a son was unbearable, this old man did not want to hurt innocent people, so he put you in the lock of Sendai. , In front of the famous people in the world, let me ask you here, what is the relationship between the Southern Border Demon Dragon and you, and did my son Bian Xiaohui die in your hands?"