Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 605
The Netherworld has been a little unsettled recently, and everyone seems to be in a panic.

"I heard that the Mingshan Battlefield has started another forced conquest recently, have you heard about it?"

In a dilapidated roadside teahouse, there were no more than four or five tables in total, and the crude tea was barely warm, but the drinker didn't pay attention to the tea, and sighed worriedly: "What's going on these days?" The time is up!"

Next to the seat was a monk dressed as a scribe. His pale face revealed his identity as a ghost cultivator. Hearing this, he lowered his voice and said, "You don't need to hear it. They have all been driven into the Battlefield of Mingshan, and a friend of mine in Youdu also sent news that the ghost army raised in the black water outside Youdu has assembled and is also heading to the battlefield."

"what!"

"And this?!"

"When did it happen?"

His table was full of four people, all of whom were at the Golden Core Stage, and the other three all exclaimed in unison, and hurriedly asked: "Didn't it be said that Emperor Zhaoyang has been in seclusion since he was seriously injured more than 200 years ago? Why did you suddenly make such a big move?"

"Could it be that you still don't know?" The scribe said in surprise: "This time the forced conquest is said to be because of our defeat in the Mingshan Battlefield. An old monster who passed the tribulation period died in a battle. Hate Pass also fell into the hands of Qing Ming. So when those old monsters give an order, every interface in the entire Jiuyou will be reinforced. So not only Youdu, but the forces of other ghost emperors may also be activated later."

The person who spoke first looked out of the teahouse, and saw a black mountain that pierced into the sky in the distance, shrouded in turbid fog, looking extremely gloomy.

The location of this teahouse is very strange, it is at a narrow mountain pass, which happens to block the mountain pass, so there are doors at both ends, and an aisle is left in the middle.

He looked at the blind hunchbacked old man who was guarding the stove at the entrance of the mountain, his heart froze, he quickly looked back, and asked: "What about our Senluo City? Those low-level ghosts and ghost troops are worth thousands of dollars." Wanzhong, what is the use of going to the battlefield? Our Nether Realm is the lowest interface of Jiuyou, but we are just going to die."

Turning his head, he swept to the table next to him, and there was a young male cultivator in plain Tsing Yi sitting alone at that table, with a distant and calm expression.He was slightly taken aback, and found that he couldn't see the cultivation level of this person for a while, so he couldn't help but stare twice more.

As if aware of his gaze, the Tsing-clothed male cultivator turned his head to look, his black eyes were cold and deep, for some reason he did not dare to look at them, so he pretended nothing happened and turned back to listen to his companion.

"Should they also send someone there?" Another person said uncertainly: "You can't underestimate if you have too many little ones. Have you forgotten the battle in Huangquan Valley?"

"Ridiculous!" A black-robed ghost cultivator said suddenly, "I think we should worry about ourselves. If we are sent to places like the Battlefield of Mingshan, we will all go back to die!"

Several people couldn't help but frown and sighed.

"Sigh, the Shenggong hasn't appeared in front of people for hundreds of years. It doesn't mean that when the Liao'e cemetery was opened last time, the other ghost emperors of the four directions opened the legendary fairy burial. I suspect that there is only one Shenggong... ...Our Senluo City has been squeezed out of the sphere of influence of the Wufang Ghost Emperor these years, isn't it worse now?"

As soon as these words came out, the other three people were startled, and they wanted to pounce on him and cover his mouth.Several people turned their heads to look at the hunchbacked old man at the door, seeing him still sitting there slowly shaking the cattail fan in his hand, they couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

"Shh! Are you dying?"

"Yeah, you don't want it, and don't implicate me!"

"Doubts and so on, some things should be swallowed in the stomach, so don't talk nonsense!"

The person who spoke shut his mouth sullenly, and said unwillingly: "What are you afraid of, the old blind man is very safe here."

The other three looked at him like a fool, and decided to turn around and cut off contact with this person.

"Fortunately, Sheng Gong didn't go to the fairy burial of Laoshizi. You see, Emperor Zhaoyang and Emperor Luoda were seriously injured one after another. After they came out, they have been in seclusion until now. It is said that several Nascent Souls also went in, and none of them came out."

"That's right, the past 200 years have at least given us a respite in Senluo City. Youdu and Luofeng Mountain are silent. The real Wang of Xuanqiu has never been born, and the Empress Xuanji of Yintian Palace summoned her men to a small interface to plunder. , now my situation in Sen Luo City is much better than before."

"What's the matter, if Miss Hongshang is not promoted to Ghost Emperor for a day, Senluo City will..."

When the scribe said this, he shook his head and did not continue.

The others were also a little worried, and lost the interest in talking. They drank a few sips of the cold tea in silence, and then hurried to the black mountain in the distance. A salute.

The old man didn't even lift his head, he was as motionless as if he was really blind.

The teahouse fell silent, only the old man at the door and the male cultivator in Tsing Yi at the other table remained silent.

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi is naturally Liu Qinghuan. He has been in seclusion for more than 200 years, and he has been cultivating until the mid-Yuanying stage before leaving the seclusion.

Coming out of Xuwei Mountain, the people who were waiting outside to rob had already dispersed. After inquiring about the news, he searched all the way to Senluo City. When he passed by this dilapidated tea house, his expression changed suddenly, and he pressed his cloud head and walked in. As a result, I heard a lot of gossip.

The tea in his hand was not brown at all, it was like white water, but Liu Qinghuan was not dissatisfied, and took a sip occasionally leisurely.

At this time, the hunchbacked old man at the door stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the table where the few people were sitting just now, apparently to clean up the tea bowls on the table.

There are only a few steps from the door to the table, but the old man took every step extremely hard, as if the hunchback on his back weighed a thousand pounds, and the weight of the old body was about to fall apart, so every step he took was brewing. For a long time, people were very anxious to see.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan was the only one watching at this time, but his eyes were lowered, and he seemed to be lost in thought, completely turning a blind eye.

In the teahouse, which was leaking from all sides, needles could be heard at this time, as if even the air had frozen, and then an invisible pressure emerged out of nothing, and only the slight cracking sound of the reed mat hanging on the wall could be heard.

And Liu Qinghuan seemed to be blind too, ignoring the strange phenomenon that the tea in the teacup on the table was sunken in the middle and raised on both sides, picked it up steadily, and took another sip slowly.

The heavy pressure came suddenly, and also suddenly dissipated. The cool wind leaked in from the gap in the reed mat again, blowing a strand of hair that fell from the bun on Liu Qinghuan's head.

The teahouse returned to calm again, and the hunchbacked old man finally walked to the side table and slowly cleaned up the tea bowls on the table.

"What is the purpose of a guest coming to my Senluo City?"

A voice as rough as the tea bowl on the table suddenly sounded, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and saw the old man looking at him with a pair of muddy gray eyes.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him calmly, and said after a while, "I want to see Hongshang."

There was a hint of sarcasm on the hunchbacked old man's face: "Then you came to the wrong place, Hongshang is from Luofeng Mountain, you should go to Luofeng Mountain."

A ray of light quickly flashed across Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and he said leisurely: "In my opinion, Hongshang has always been from your Senluo City. You see, those people just now think that Hongshang is the hope of Senluo City's resurgence."

The old man had already turned around, and said two words in a cold tone: "Not here."

Liu Qinghuan smiled disapprovingly: "Okay then, I'll just meet Hongshang's younger sister Sora."

(End of this chapter)