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Chapter 652: Xiaoshan Fujun's Hobby (Please subscribe, please vote)
When Wang Ping sat down, Yu Lian also stretched her neck to look at the pavilion not far away, but then she felt it was boring, so she flew away from Wang Ping and flew to the door of the main house.

She had long been curious about the furnishings in this room.

"Don't mess up the stuff in there."

Wang Ping instructed.

Yu Lian was like a thief who had done something bad. She was about to push the door open with her tail, but was startled when she heard Wang Ping speak. She then spit out her tongue in dissatisfaction and said, "You scared me!"

After saying that, she mustered up her courage and gently pushed open the wooden door with her tail, then stretched her head to look into the house.

The furnishings in the room were very simple: a wooden bed with two futons on it, and then a bookshelf connected to the wall. The bookshelf was filled with bamboo slips and books. On the far left were the most primitive wide bamboo strips. The further to the right one went, the more convenient the recording method became, and at the end were already volumes of books.

At first glance, they are the books that Xiaoshan Fujun collected during his practice. Most of these books are vernacular stories. He actually has the same hobby as Yu Lian.

Yu Lian went to the far left, performed the "Floating Technique" to roll up the wide bamboo strip, and then flew out at the fastest speed, landing on Wang Ping's shoulder, and the tension in his heart was relieved a little.

When her eyes fell on the wide bamboo strips, she asked, "What are we going to do now? Go catch the forest blood wolf?"

Wang Ping did not answer Yu Lian's question. He looked at the wide bamboo piece floating in front of Yu Lian and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"There are many old storybooks in the room." Yu Lian said quickly, "It turns out that the old storybooks were like this, just 200 words, very simple, about a boy in the southeastern sea whose parents were eaten by a monster, and who practiced to seek revenge."

"Two hundred words is enough for revenge?"

Wang Ping looked at the bamboo slips with curiosity. There were not only written records on them, but also some pictures carved with bamboo knives, and some of the pictures were in color. Also, the text on it was different from what it is now, but it did not affect the viewing experience, similar to the difference between traditional and simplified Chinese.

"When Mr. Xiaoshan was young, did he like to read these storybooks?"

"No, he not only liked to read it when he was young, but also when he was old. Some of the latest books contain stories I have read, including one based on the image of General Liu Yue."

The image of Xiaoshan Fujun in Wang Ping's mind suddenly became richer, and then a smile appeared on his face unconsciously. At this moment, the sound of footsteps echoed near the pavilion.

Following the voices, I found that they were all familiar faces.

The leader was Tong Jing, who took over the daily affairs of the Six Heart Sect after Zi Luan disappeared, and behind him were Hong Yuan and Qin Zifeng.

The moment Wang Ping looked at Hong Yuan and Qin Zifeng, he immediately used the 'Heaven-Covering Talisman' in his body to observe their past. Hong Yuan's past was normal. He was born in a wealthy family in Jinhuai Prefecture. At the age of seven, he was sent to the Six Hearts School by his parents. At the age of twenty, he followed Zi Luan to practice. At that time, Zi Luan had more than ten disciples around him, but most of these disciples died when they were promoted to the second level.

Hongyuan was placed with high hopes from then on, and he did not disappoint Ziluan's expectations and successfully advanced to the second level.

In his memory, Wang Ping could actually sense his own cause and effect. That was because Hong Yuan set him as a goal to surpass. It was also because after Wang Ping was promoted to the third realm, he turned pressure into motivation and successfully promoted to the second realm.

Zi Luan's state of mind has changed so much only in the last few hundred years, because he felt it very clearly from Hong Yuan's past.

Looking at Qin Zifeng again, his past was completely dark. He was indeed a puppet. The direction of the big net that connected heaven and earth was covered by a beam of fire. It should be some powerful magic weapon that was distorting the results.

While Wang Ping was observing the three of them, they had already cautiously come to the gate of the courtyard, stood at the gate, clasped their fists and saluted respectfully, and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the Immortal Changqing, may the Immortal live forever!"

This must be because they had rehearsed the lines in advance, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to shout them out in such unison.

Wang Ping felt amused but also very pleased. This was the most intuitive manifestation of human nature. After the three people greeted him, he waved and said, "Come in."

Three people entered the courtyard.

Wang Ping looked at them for a while, then looked at Hong Yuan and asked, "Any news about your master?"

Hong Yuan was obviously startled by this question and quickly said, "Master, when Master left, he didn't tell anyone and hasn't contacted us since then." Wang Ping ignored Hong Yuan's panic and said, "Over a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies. Now the world has changed dramatically. There is no need for him to continue hiding."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tong Jing and said, "Go outside the mountain gate and ask those people to disperse. They are just gathering together to make a fool of themselves. If there is anything important, please report it through the normal channels of the Taoist Palace. In addition, there will be a Dharma Assembly at Qianmu Temple in a while, and I will meet them all at that time."

Tong Jing bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away!"

The moment he lowered his head, his expression dimmed, but the uneasiness in his face disappeared. He had always wanted to become the headmaster of the Six Heart Sect over the years, but he was suppressed by Taoist Wan Zhi in the past. Now that Taoist Wan Zhi had left, he brought the third-level cultivators from the Taoist Palace to pay a visit, and his main purpose was to test the waters.

But Wang Ping blocked his thoughts before he could even open his mouth.

Wang Ping's idea was very simple. After all, Lord Xiaoshan had helped him. As the inheritance of Lord Xiaoshan, Liuxin Sect should not have a Jin cultivator to inherit the position of the headmaster.

only…

Wang Ping was in a dilemma when he looked at Hong Yuan and Qin Zifeng. Finally, he thought for a while and said, "If your master contacts you, tell him on my behalf that I don't blame him. If he is willing to come back, he can still be the head of the Six Heart Sect."

He suddenly had a premonition that Zi Luan should come back, because there was nothing left in the southern cultivation world worth hiding from. However, he would have to endure the gossip of other cultivators when he came back. But that was not a big deal, because the Six Heart Sect announced to the public that Zi Luan was in seclusion.

There is a saying that goes, as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed!
Hongyuan wanted to say something else, but Qin Zifeng nodded and said "yes", so Hongyuan shut up.

Wang Ping didn't care about their little actions and said casually: "Everything in the Six Heart Sect remains unchanged."

After saying that, he called out to Yu Lian and disappeared silently.

When he appeared again, Wang Ping was already above the Six Heart Sect's barrier. He just stood there, and there were so many Third Realm cultivators at the mountain gate below, but no one could find him.

Afterwards, his body merged into one with the wood spirit between heaven and earth.

More than ten breaths later, he appeared at the edge of the poisonous miasma in the chaotic sea in the south. The poisonous gas here was not a threat at all to Wang Ping's current cultivation level.

"Wow, so this is what the Chaos Sea looks like. It doesn't look chaotic, but there's a lot of poison gas. There are some disgusting poisons in it. Hey, there's actually a town there. What disgusting people..."

On an isolated island on the edge of the poisonous miasma area, there is a small town with a population of tens of thousands. Everyone in the town has festering skin, their eyes are glowing with a turquoise glow, their teeth are almost exposed, and they are so black that they look disgusting.

There are no children or old people in the town, and there is a barrier on the island. People inside cannot penetrate the barrier and get out. They grow a plant that emits a gray halo on the island.

"These are all sinners from Zhongzhou!"

A voice came from the poisonous miasma, and then a person who Wang Ping was very familiar with came out of the poisonous miasma.

It’s Cheng Xi!
Wang Ping was not surprised and asked, "What are they planting?"

"The Heart-Eating Grass, the poison it refines can devour the vitality of creatures from outside the domain. To cultivate it, you need the bodies of creatures from outside the domain. I will send someone to deliver it to you every year when it matures."

At the end of his words, Cheng Xi lowered his head and clasped his fists.

Wang Ping looked at the archipelago in the poisonous miasma and asked, "Where is the magic circle set up?"

He wanted to take a look at the magic array that attracted things from outside the domain and see if it could be copied by the light curtain panel.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xi clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Master, why are you in such a hurry? What you should do most now is to return to Qianmu Temple and accept the greetings of all the cultivators in the southern cultivation world to make your status legal."

(End of this chapter)