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date="2021-11-14"

title="Chapter One Hundred Eight"

weight="147615"

series = ["Carven Jade"]

mode = "manual"

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"Qin Yan..." Fu Changling said in disbelief, "Which Yan?"

"Shui Chaozong is the evolvement of the sea," the storyteller saw that Fu Changling had a different look on his face, and asked in doubt, "Why, do you know?"

Everyone looked at Fu Changling, and at this moment, a bell rang around.

The sound of the bell seemed to be coming from far away, and everyone was a little surprised: "It turned out to be an eighthe bell?"

The eighth bell is a magic weapon specially used by Hongmeng Tiangong to inform everyone of Yunze. After ringing the eighth bell, you can hear the edict no matter where you are in Yunze. Therefore, the eight-hewn clock will not be activated randomly. Since Ye Lan's death, it can only be used for announcing every time when the lord of the Hongmeng Tiangong changes. "

"Palace Master Jiang has something wrong?"

These mortals in remote places didn't know the recent major events, and suddenly heard the Bahe Zhong, everyone was a little flustered.

When Fu Changling heard the Bahe Bell, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Hongmeng Temple. Then he heard Qin Yan's voice coming from the sky.

"Heaven is permanent, born impermanent, every time when demons enter the world, the beacon will rise, and the return of Hongmeng Palace Lord Jiang Ye Baihun is to stabilize the clouds, and the chief apprentice of Hongmeng Palace Qin Yan temporarily assumes the position of teacher. Acting as the palace lord, the Taoist name is Sui Yan. Eight harmony is the proof, the world sees together, and the monarchs of Yunze have orders."

After speaking, white flowers fell from the sky like snow, and joy and sorrow came from afar.

After a brief consternation, the surroundings all stood together, raised their hands on their chests, and bowed in a salute.

On the Hongmeng Palace, Qin Yan removed his hand from the eight-hewn bell, turned his head to look at the elders and the four sect masters who accompanied him next to him, and respectfully said: "The younger generation has completed the sound transmission."

"Then take a rest," Yang Jun walked forward and laughed, "When all the sect heads arrive tomorrow, we can prepare for the immortal alliance to build the ceremony."

Sect Master Mengyang heard this and snorted coldly. Yang Jun looked at him with a smile, but said, "Sect Master Mengyang, I'm not convinced yet, do you want to scare the younger generation so much?"

"It's all for the contemporary palace owner."

Sect Master Mengyang mocked: "Will you still be scared by the old?"

"That's true." Yang Jun put the whisk on his sleeve, "I want you, a senior to be better than Palace Master Qin, and he needs to be afraid of it, but it is a pity that Palace Master Tianzong is a wizard, now the same as Sect Master Mengyang, but It's all the stage of transforming gods."

As he said, Yang Jun approached the face of Mengyang Sect Master and said with a very happy expression: "Who is less than twenty years of age."

"Speaking as if you are better than him." Sect Master Mengyang sneered. "Sect Master Yang is now more than 300 years old. He has grown up in his grades and his heart is not long. What should he do with these children? NS?"

"I know I have no one's strength, so I don't fight." Yang Jun said directly, "I don't know what you are fighting for, an old man. I have a lot of old bones, so let's rest."

"you!!"

Sect Master Mengyang raised his hand, Yang Jun hid behind Sang Ganjun, and said excitedly: "Sang Gan, draw your sword and chop him!"

Sang Ganjun looked still, blocking Yang Jun, watching Sect Master Mengyang quietly, and calmly said: "Sect Master Mengyang, my sect leader is this unreliable temperament."

When Sect Master Mengyang heard this, his expression was a little slow, thinking that Sang Gan would apologize, and then he listened to Sang Gan's words: "It's fine if you get used to it."

Sect Master Mengyang's energy surged, and he felt that he couldn't stay here for a moment, so he flicked his sleeve and turned and left.

After Sect Master Mengyang left, everyone left one after another. In the end, only Su Wenji was left standing there. Qin Yan turned his head and looked at Su Wenji who was standing in the same place, and said with some doubts: "Why?"

"You were busy a few days ago, so I didn't come to bother you. Now I think you are free, so I will walk with you."

Qin Yan and Su Wenji went down the stairs together. Su Wenji's green bamboo battle lightly tapped the ground, and he slowly said, "Has Fu Changling gone?"

"It's not dawn, just leave."

"He will be fine." Su Wenji said calmly. Qin Yan paused. After a long time, he said, "Wenji, can you answer me a question?"

"This is a question I cannot answer."

Su Wenji seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said straight out: "God gave me these eyes not to let me change my destiny, but to let me see my destiny, but there is nothing he can do."

"It's a price to change your fate."

Qin Yan stopped, but Su Wenji didn't stop. He beat the green bamboo battle and said, "If I can tell you, I will tell you, A Yan, you only need to remember one thing."

"At any time," Su Wenji seemed to notice that he had stopped. He turned around, his eyes covered with white silk seemed to be able to clearly see the people behind him, he raised his head and smiled at Qin Yan, Manzhushahua was in full bloom. The corner of his clothes, "Don't give up, just bite your teeth and just stay on it."

"One thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years," Su Wenji turned his head, his voice was a bit distant, "You can always get what you want."

"Double stars are shining in the sky, Weijun is as bright as ever."

With that said, Su Wenji went down.

The wind blew the corners of Qin Yan's clothes, Qin Yan raised his hand and stroked his earrings.

He closed his eyes gently.

On the bridge of Samsara, the white flowers fell like snow for a long time, accompanied by sorrow and joy echoing in the wilderness. After the white flowers and sorrow and joy disappeared together, the teahouse remained silent. For a long time, one person finally said timidly, "The man just said," Qin Yan?"

"I said why this name is so familiar!"

Someone got excited: "Master Hongmeng Tiangong, isn't it the root of Tianling, isn't it called Qin Yan?!"

"Is he the same kid you saw back then?"

Everyone looked at the storyteller, and the storyteller was also at a loss: "I...I don't know. There are so many people with the same name and surname in the world. I have never seen this Taoist monarch. How dare I say nonsense? "

Everyone talked to me and discussed the possibility that Qin Yan was the kid back then. Fu Changling listened quietly. He felt a little absurd, but deep down, he felt a little vaguely uneasy.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the discussion, he stood up and walked to the middle-aged man who initially said he helped build the blood pool. He sat next to the middle-aged man, poured a glass of wine for the middle-aged man, and laughed: "Uncle, Can I ask you something?"

"Boy, I knew you had something to ask me."

The middle-aged man was a little proud: "For the sake of your glass of wine, you can ask."

"Uncle, do you still remember, when the blood pond was built, what was the appearance that Yue Sinan asked you to carve under the blood pond?"

Fu Changling said, raising his hand, a brush appeared in his hand, and then wiped his other hand on the table, and a piece of paper appeared on the table.

Everyone looked a little stunned, but they were still sane. After all, Brother Yunze walked everywhere, but everyone couldn't help but respect Fu Changling a little bit more.

The middle-aged man became a little nervous and stammered: "I...I don't remember well."

After all, it was fifteen years ago.

Fu Changling listened with a soothing smile, handed the paper and pen to the middle-aged man, and said gently: "Don't worry, come, you can draw as many as you remember, and you can draw it."

The middle-aged man nodded, swallowed, took a pen and paper, drew a big circle, and drew a few staggered traces.

He really didn’t remember much, and he finished the drawing within a few strokes. The middle-aged man was a little nervous, turned his head and looked at Fu Changling and said, "Xianjun, I really do..."

Looking at the piece of paper, Fu Changling couldn't see anything, and finally said, "Do you know where the blood pool is?"

"Knowing is knowing," the middle-aged man swallowed, "but there is no one in there now, and monsters are prevalent, do you want to go?"

"Go."

Fu Changling laughed: "I'll go to get rid of the demons for you."

"No need," everyone shook their heads quickly, "Those monsters have been in trouble for some years, you still don't want to pass."

"It's okay." Fu Changling was full of confidence, "I have a strong mana."

Everyone didn't speak, Fu Changling glanced, and everyone who met his eyes immediately shrank back. Fu Changling raised his eyebrows: "You don't believe me."

"No no."

"Well, don't you tell me?"

Everyone was silent, Fu Changling thrust his sword on the table and said angrily: "Don't tell me?!"

"Little brother," the storyteller said with some difficulty, "how do you turn your face and turn your face? You want to change the position of the blood pool, come here, and I will paint for you."

When Fu Changling heard this, he withdrew his sword, put the pen and paper in front of the storyteller, and said with a smile: "Thank you, you have a future in the future."

The mortals who were able to survive at that time were considered promising, and those who had no future died early in the Great Tribulation of Yunze.

But when he heard this, the storyteller was not happy. He held back for a long time: "You just said the same thing with that shop's second person. I'm a scholar."

"Your future is your own future, which is defined differently."

The storyteller listened to Fu Changling's comfort and calmed a little bit. After drawing a map for Fu Changling, he handed it to him and said: "Xianjun, I think you are young..."

Fu Changling didn't want to listen to them anymore, and disappeared into the house in a blink of an eye, and walked along with a plate of peanuts.

waiter was the first to react, and hurriedly chased out, saying loudly, "Daoist, give money!"

As soon as the voice fell, a spirit stone rolled onto the soles of waiter's feet. waiter bent down to pick up the spirit stone, looked at the color, and said a bit of a pity: "How can such a generous guest officer die young? "