Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 539

The next day, early in the morning.

The mansion of Sang Wuxian in Yanzhou.

A cultivator dressed as a doctor walked quickly through the courtyard, stepped on a pontoon bridge, and came to an attic built in the center of the lake.

This three-story attic named "Wan Juan Zhai" was the study room of the owner of the courtyard, Sang Wuyin, and the place where he read, drew symbols, and received guests.

Why do we say once? That is because ten years ago, he colluded with the Immortal League to seize the position of Patriarch. Not only did he fail to win, he was also trapped in this attic by Sang Buluan with a "golden soup charm". Not a single step was taken.

"Teacher, teacher, the students are in a hurry."

The cultivator shouted excitedly towards the attic.

"Is it Sun Ruoshui?"

A very indifferent voice floated leisurely in the attic.

"It's the disciple."

Hearing Sang Wuyin's response, Sun Ruoshui immediately fell to his knees.

"What do you find me for?"

Sang Wuyin's voice was still calm.

"Teacher, my disciple stayed at Nasang's house all night, and finally found out that he passed away last night and died in hell!"

Sun Ruoshui's eyes were red, and he was extremely excited.

But Sang Wuyin in the attic remained silent for a long time.

"Teacher, you can finally get rid of this Wanjuanzhai, no one in Yanzhou can trap you anymore!"

That Sun Ruoshui couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and continued.

But Sang Wuyin in the attic still didn't speak.

But at this moment, another six or seven people came to the attic in a hurry.

"Eleventh Junior Brother, are you also here to announce the good news to the teacher?"

A short and fat cultivator asked in surprise after seeing Sun Ruoshui.

"Third senior brother, do you all know?"

Sun Ruoshui was also a little surprised.

"This news spread throughout the Sang family early in the morning."

Before the third senior brother could answer, a middle-aged man of medium build walked up to the two of them and spoke.

"Master brother, you are here too!"

Sun Ruoshui and his three senior brothers all said in surprise.

"Well, it's not just me, everyone is here."

The big brother pointed to the few people who came behind him one after another.

These people, like Sun Ruoshui, were all disciples of Sang Wuyin.

One of the greatest hobbies of Sang Wuyin in his life is to accept apprentices, and the number of apprentices he has accepted one after another over the years is at least 300.

Because he didn't like the title of master, his disciples all called him teacher or sir, and when he taught his disciples, he also taught his disciples like a private school teacher, gathering these disciples together to give lessons.

And for many years after that, as these disciples of Sang Wuyin grew up one by one, the strength of Sang Wuyin's lineage also changed from being unknown at the beginning to being able to directly challenge the existence of the Patriarch of the Sang family.

However, in the rebellion ten years ago, the disciples of Sang Wuyin suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining 30 disciples did not exceed [-].

Those who came here at this moment were undoubtedly the best of his remaining disciples.

During the period when Sang Wuyin was imprisoned, his lineage could continue to be maintained even in secret, a large part of which was due to the credit of these disciples.

"But big brother, teacher, he doesn't want to come out."

Sun Ruoshui looked at the elder brother helplessly and said.

"Did you tell the teacher about Sang Buluan's death?"

Big Brother asked.

"I've said it, I've said it all, but after I finished speaking, the teacher didn't speak, and kept silent inside."

Sun Ruoshui said.

"Then let's invite the teacher out together. The humiliation that the teacher has suffered with us these years must be repaid by Sang Buran's blood!"

The elder brother said coldly.

As he said that, he knelt down on the ground, and then said loudly:
"Eldest disciple Xie Mingxuan, respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs and cleanse us of the shame of the past ten years!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, all the juniors behind him knelt down on the ground.

"Second disciple Feng Lianggong, respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs."

"Third disciple, Mao Zhenghao, respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs."

"Fifth disciple Zhu Han, I respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs."

"Eighth disciple Miao Bai, I respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs."

"Ninth Disciple Gu Ping, I respectfully invite Teacher to come downstairs."

"Sun Ruoshui, the eleventh disciple, respectfully invite the teacher to come downstairs."

……

"Get up."

Finally, Sang Wuyin in the attic spoke.

"If the teacher doesn't come out, we won't be able to afford it!"

The third disciple, Mao Zhenghao, said resolutely.

"Teacher insists on not doing it, is it because he can't solve the Golden Soup Talisman?"

Sun Ruoshui asked doubtfully.

But as soon as he said this, the "Golden Soup Talisman" pasted on the door of Wanjuan Zhai split instantly.

A gust of mighty wind broke through the door, making the robes of the disciples kneeling in front of the door rattle, and swept across the lake.

The withered water lilies bloomed in full bloom in an instant.

Then a tall middle-aged man with straight features and elegant features stepped out of Wanjuan Building in a gray cloth Confucian shirt.

"Just a golden soup talisman, even if Sang is not chaotic or dead, it can't stop me. I'm just thinking about whether it's better for me to stay in this ten thousand volume building or go out for this plan."

Sang Wuyin glanced at the kneeling disciples in front of him, stroked his long beard and smiled.

"Congratulations, teacher, your cultivation has risen to a higher level!"

The eldest disciple Xie Mingxuan got up and looked at Sang Wuyin excitedly.

"Living alone, reading books, drawing talismans, I finally realized something."

Sang Wuxian said indifferently.

"How are you doing with the things I told you before? The little girl of the Sang family is naturally nothing to fear, but the Zhao family behind him and those clan elders are still a little difficult to deal with."

he continued.

"We naturally dare not neglect what the teacher explained."

Xie Mingxuan immediately said seriously:

"After our planning during this period of time, three elders in the clan are willing to stand by us, and two others are hesitating. As for the Zhao family, Xianmeng has already helped us deal with it. Presumably they have no time for him at this time. Gu."

"very good."

Sang Wuyin nodded, then greedily took a deep breath, and said to himself:
"The air outside the building does taste sweeter."

He turned to look at Xie Mingxuan and asked:

"By the way, has the batch of Corpse God Gu that Xianmeng mentioned before arrived?"

"Half a month ago, Mr. Ma took the boy to pick him up in person. If the Yellow Bird Camp can leave the valley smoothly, it should arrive in a few days."

Xie Mingxuan said.

"Looks like it won't be these days."

Xie Mingxuan just finished speaking, when Sang Wuyin suddenly looked behind him and said.

On the pontoon bridge leading to Wanjuan Pavilion, Ma Yu and Sanghailou were rushing over here with Qiyu from Huangqueying.

"Father! You finally came out!"

Sanghailou began to shout after being far away.

He took three steps at a time, and rushed to Sang Wuxian.

"Well, it's out."

Sang Wuyin patted the dust off Sang Hailou's body fondly.

"Father, let me tell you, Mr. Ma and I waited in that barren mountain for half a month, and finally got the batch of Corpse God Gu!"

He said smugly.

"Then I have to give my Louer a big credit this time."

Sang Wuyin patted Sang Hailou on the shoulder in satisfaction.

"Why are you still dawdling? Hurry up and give the soul-locking bell to my father!"

Sang Hailou turned around and looked at Qiyu "Lu Sheng" and the others, his expression turned cold instantly.

Lu Sheng didn't say much, and directly handed the soul-locking bell to Sang Wuyin.

Seeing that he made friends happily, Sang Hailou didn't make things difficult for them any more, and asked them to take them to the guest room of Sang's house to rest.

"I always feel that something is wrong with this group of people."

Sang Wuyin glanced at the soul-locking bell in his hand, then at the group of people in Huangqueying and frowned.

As he spoke, he tentatively shook the soul-locking bell in his hand, except for a sudden ringing of the ringing bell, nothing unusual happened.

"Don't worry, dad. I have observed them for a long time along the way. They are just a group of country bumpkins. Fortunately, they dug up this corpse god Gu from the cemetery."

Sang Hailou said with a look of disdain.

"Ah."

Hearing the words, Sang Wuyin finally looked away, and didn't look at the group of people in Huangqueying.

……

Li Yunsheng, who was waiting outside the mansion for the Huangqueying group to come out, let out a long breath at this time, and a big stone finally fell from his heart.

He secretly rejoiced:

"Fortunately, before they went in, I took out the Corpse God Gu, and directly used the soul to control these people. Otherwise, they would really reveal their secrets in advance. This Sang Wuyin really has some skills."

But just as he thought about it, Sang Wuyin's voice came again through the sound transmission symbol he put on Sang Hailou:

"Find a chance and let this group of people disappear. The less people know about the Corpse God Gu, the better."

Li Yunsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the words, and secretly said:
"This person is too suspicious."

　Thank you for Xingyu Dongkai’s 1999 rewards in [-], and thank you Jiuju and my heart for the [-] rewards. Are you touched by my hard work? I haven’t stopped updating for almost half a month. Let’s see if I can stick to one moon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)