Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 444 The Beginning of War
Li Yaoqing, the current head of the Wenshi School, is a handsome man who seems to be close to middle age. He is tall, fair-faced and beardless.

He had been standing in front of the main entrance of Taiyi Hall for a long time, looking up at the sky, listening quietly to the bells ringing through the entire Wenshi Sect.

A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one bells were ringing only for major events such as the extermination of the faction. In the tens of thousands of years of Wenshi faction's history, the bell has not been rung a few times.

He never thought that the bell would ring when he was the head of the sect.

He still remembered that at the ceremony when he became the head of the sect, the bells in the sect were ringing continuously, and all the sects in Yunmengze sent people to watch the ceremony. At that time, the bell was only ringing 49 times.

In the blink of an eye, more than 200 years have passed.

For more than 200 years, he has never had the chance to leave the sect again, because there are so many things inside and outside the sect that he has no free time every day, because the people who want to see him have been waiting for two years, because... because he is one of the four sects One of the sects is the head of the Wenshi faction.His personal safety is the first, his life is no longer his own, and he has no freedom since he took the position of head.

But he was content with it.

Li Yaoqing looked down at the crowd of Wenshi sects who had rushed over because of the sound of the bell, and fell into a faint memory.

He is different from many sects. He was born in the sect, grew up, practiced, and lived. Even if he later traveled around, his roots were still in the sect.

And his cultivation aptitude is only mediocre, and he has probably reached the end of his cultivation to the Golden Core.On the contrary, he prefers to deal with people, and he is also good at those twists and turns of power and balance, and he has an extraordinary talent in handling mundane affairs, so he sat in the head of the family step by step.

What he wants to say is that this seat is not easy to sit in.

Wenshi Sect, one of the four major sects of Yunmengze, is also basically one of the oldest and largest sects in this interface.In addition to the many affairs in the sect, there are two Huashen Taizun and several Nascent Soul cultivators above, and it is not his turn to make decisions on major matters.There are more than 2 disciples watching from below, and he can't do a single wrong thing.This position is a bit awkward, and it's not that no one is watching from the side.

If this is the case, he will be like most of the heads of the Wenshi faction, and he will be able to relinquish his responsibilities in another one or two hundred years. Do as he pleases.

And when the nine nine 81 bells rang, he already knew that his name would be more prominent among the previous heads, and that everything he did and every word he said would be remembered by future generations. Come out and comment one by one, all this is only because of: the sealing war.

The bell finally stopped, and there was no sound in front of the Hall of Supreme Oneness. Everyone raised their faces and looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

He cleared his throat, countless words floated in his mind, all the nice words, motivational words, and provocative words he could open his mouth, but when he looked at the immature faces below, these words suddenly disappeared in his mind, I felt my throat was choked and I couldn't speak a word.

That was a battle to seal the world, a war where countless people would die under the disaster of world destruction!He didn't know that the children standing in front of him today, many of them were one or two hundred years younger than him, and some of them were just in their teens who had just embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, and they looked at him with admiration and hope.

And it was them, who were about to experience a cruel war, and how much could they survive after the war?Seventy percent?[-]%?How could he come up with the words that sent them to die!

But he still spoke, hiding the trembling so that no one could hear: "The mainland calendar and the fourteenth day of the sixth month of the Bingxu year, all members of our Wenshi sect and I, monk Yunmengze, must remember this day... "

He spoke slowly, knowing that everyone's eyes were on him, including all the disciples above Jindan who were in the sect around him at the moment, and he could feel those who hadn't come back in time.

From Liu Qinghuan's position, he could only see Li Yaoqing's profile, listening to that steady and calm voice talking about what just happened today, speaking encouraging words, calming down the uneasiness of the little disciples below.But his mind drifted away slowly, thinking about what his friends were doing at the moment.

Has Yun Zheng returned, has Mu Yinyin returned to Xingyue Palace, is Mo Qianli still in Jade Dragon City in the Ice and Snow North, whether Lele and the others have returned to Saofeng Continent, where did Jing Jue go after being missing for so long...

At this time, in the entire Yunmengze interface, countless sects are calling for disciples, and countless monks are passing on the scene that happened in Qianye Mountain.

They are fearful, their blood is boiling, and their fighting spirit is high!
Li Yaoqing abandoned all the gorgeous nonsense, and quickly talked about the arrangement of the sect in the future: "From now on, all the disciples of our Wenshi sect, whether they are in the sect or not at the moment, will not be allowed to retreat, travel, travel, and private actions are not allowed. Waiting for the order from the door, everything will be arranged in accordance with the wartime order!"

The gathering in front of the Supreme One Hall broke up in less than half an hour, and the low-level disciples dispersed in small groups. Liu Qinghuan returned to the side hall with a group of monks above Golden Core.

After that, it was time to assign tasks. Li Yaoqing sat at the head and gave orders one by one in an orderly manner.They have been preparing for a long time, and the strategies and arrangements have been determined earlier, so they will not appear flustered when it comes to the end.

And Liu Qinghuan received the order to go to Yandang City immediately.

When he walked out of the Supreme One Hall, he asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xuan, are you going to Eagle's Nest City?"

Xuan Bo said: "Well, I want to go to Yandang City, but I don't know why I want to go to Eagle's Nest City."

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "Maybe it's just in case. If everyone runs to Yandang City and no one is guarding other places, it may give people an opportunity."

Xuan Bo spread his hands and said: "Okay, unfortunately, I will miss the excitement of Qianye Mountain. Haha, alien invasions never happen once in tens of thousands of years."

Liu Qing laughed happily: "I'll watch this excitement for senior brother, and I'll tell you about it later."

"Hey, you don't know about that." Xuan Bo said with a smile: "A few years ago, there was a Yunmengze Residence Newsletter, which was run by Xiling Commercial Bank. On the above, I heard that the idea came from Xiaofeng Continent. So don’t bother junior brother, it will definitely be in the Shidi newspaper.”

Liu Qinghuan said: "Haha, when I saw this in Xiaofeng Continent, I thought it was a good idea. I didn't expect Xiling Trading Company to learn it so quickly."

"That's not true. It can also record battle scenes, and the spells used are exquisite. I don't know what those people are thinking."

"Um, the fight scene?"

Seeing his curiosity, Xuan Bo took out a booklet with yellow light from the ring: "This is from the last issue, you turn to page No.19 at the back, and it is recorded that two Golden Core Loose Cultivators were in the The scene of a big fight in Haoyuan City."

Liu Qinghuan turned to that page, and saw that two monks were fighting on the flimsy paper, the dazzling magic light was flying around, and the Haoyuan City below could be vaguely seen, but there was no sound.

He clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "This is better than the mansion newspaper run by Xiaofeng Continent, where they are just ordinary paper."

Xuan Bo sighed, "It's almost the middle of the month, and the new issue of Yunmengze Mansion newspaper will definitely have a picture of the space crack being torn open on Qianye Mountain."

The smile on Liu Qinghuan's face faded, and the two of them were silent for a moment, then they walked to the teleportation circle in the side hall of the Taiyi Hall.

Before entering the teleportation circle, Xuan Bo patted him on the shoulder: "Junior Brother Liu, I don't know when we will meet next time, let's take care of each other."

Liu Qinghuan cupped her hands: "Brother Xuan, take care!"

(End of this chapter)