Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 184 Backstab
On top of the rolling mountains stands a mottled old pavilion that has stood through the years.

The paint on the beams and pillars had peeled off and the building was in a dilapidated state.

If it is used to carry important people, it may be a bit shabby.

There were three people sitting opposite each other in the pavilion, drinking tea and chatting like old friends.

Around the pavilion, among the shadows of the grass and trees, there were vaguely visible figures kneeling and lying dormant.

Directly east of the pavilion, at the end of the vast sky, is the majestic Qingyun Mountains.

"In today's Holy Church, the Hehuan sect has fallen into decline. It has been secluded in the mountains for more than ten years since Madam Sanmiao's death. It no longer has the glory it once had. The other small sects are not worth mentioning. The only three left that can stand on their own are us three - Changsheng Hall, Ghost King Sect, and Wandu Sect."

There is something of the flavor of "The only heroes in the world are you and Cao." in these remarks.

The person who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a black robe and with a kind face.

"I am so shameless. Fortunately, you two brothers have shown me your kindness. Today, we are here to form a three-religion alliance. We want to pool our wisdom and make a good plan for this Qingyun Immortal Mountain."

When it comes to the dispute between good and evil, the two sides have been fighting for thousands of years.

The most recent one was over a hundred years ago.

Back then, the Demon Cult was led by one person, who mobilized the entire sect to attack Qingyun Mountain.

Unfortunately, they were defeated by the previous leader of Qingyun with the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The Demon Cult was defeated and never recovered, and remained silent for a hundred years.

Now that he has finally stood up again, he naturally wants to take revenge.

"Senior Poison God, you are too polite. This meeting was convened by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. In terms of seniority and reputation in the Holy Church, we should all listen to your opinions first."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged Taoist priest, with a large yin-yang fish printed on the back of his robe.

"Hey, I'm old and useless." The Poison God smiled and waved his hand, raising his hand to invite the Taoist, "How about you, brother Yuyangzi, speak first?"

Yu Yangzi's eyebrows were a little exaggerated, and he did not refuse after hearing the words, and talked freely:
"In my opinion, the Qingyun Sect today is not necessarily stronger than it was back then. And although our Holy Sect no longer has heroes like the former Sect Leader Qiu, after a hundred years of development, each sect has produced many talented people, and it may not be worse than it was back then."

"So what you mean, brother Yi, is... a strong attack?"

"It's impossible."

The Poison God was silent for a few seconds, his old face as calm as water, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Suddenly he turned to another person and asked:

"Brother Ghost King, can you tell me something too?"

Unlike the other two who sat on stone benches, the Ghost King sat in a wheelchair, with the power driven from the front and a cushion covering his legs.

Since I had my patella removed, traveling has become much safer.

"You can use a strong attack, but you have to use a strange character."

The Ghost King pointed to the Tongtian Peak in the Qingyun Mountains.

"It is said that there is a restriction blocking the Tongtian Peak. Except for the first-level figures of Qingyun, anyone who controls a sword will be attacked and killed by the restriction."

Yu Yangzi snorted coldly, revealing his deep disdain:

"A mere ban can stop a fish from shrinking, but it can't stop a dragon!"

"It always alerts the enemy."

The Ghost King sighed. He didn't seem to be too enthusiastic about attacking Qingyun. He continued:
"If we had planted a hidden agent in Qingyun Sect earlier, we could have achieved unexpected success when a major event happened. Unfortunately..."

"Ah!"

The Poison God suddenly laughed strangely and patted the Ghost King's thigh:

"How do you know there isn't one?"

"Hmm? Could it be that..."

The Ghost King guessed the Poison God's unpredictable gaze.

The Poison God did not tell him the truth and also looked towards Tongtian Peak:
"As far as I know, Qingyun Sect is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Since the death of Taoist Tianchengzi, no one can even wield the unique Zhuxian sword."

"Is this serious?"

The Ghost King couldn't believe it.

"Brother Ghost King, how come I heard that you had a setback two years ago? Did you lose all your courage?"

Yu Yangzi looked him up and down, his eyes flashing: "Who exactly is that Sanyi Sect? How about I lend a hand to you and help you get revenge after Qingyun is destroyed?"

In response to Yu Yangzi's ridicule, the Ghost King just laughed.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Dao. However, I have to eat my meal mouthful by mouthful. It is probably too early to discuss Trinity Sect now."

"Oh?"

Seeing his attitude, Dushen and Yuyangzi became curious about the Trinity Sect.

The Poison God said again:

"After all, this is for the thousand-year plan of the Holy Church. We should concentrate all available forces in this battle and not let anyone sit on the sidelines, especially the Hehuan Sect..."

"good."

"That's how it should be."

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The journey from Kanglong Peak back to Qingyun Mountain is actually not long, only a few hundred miles.

If he used all his strength to fly with the sword, it would take less than half an hour, but for Tian Buyi at this time it was a difficult journey.

His injuries were so severe that he could no longer maintain his normal sword-controlling state. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan supported him most of the way.

This delayed the journey, and after more than an hour, we had only completed half the journey.

Cangsong had been watching over there, and suddenly made a suggestion:
"Junior Brother Tian is seriously injured. I think we should find a place to land first. I will treat your injuries."

Tian Buyi shook his head slowly. Although his face was pale and he seemed to have difficulty speaking, he still refused:
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Cangsong. I have Rhubarb Pills on me, so you don't have to waste your energy."

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and fed two pills into his mouth.

"Brother Tian, ​​you are wrong. Although the elixir is effective, your injuries are more serious. In order to avoid delaying treatment and leaving the root of the disease, I will help you treat it."

"Master, Uncle Cangsong is right. You should..."

Zhang Xiaofan was halfway through his persuasion when Tian Buyi glared back at him.

But Cangsong continued:

"Besides, if Junior Sister Su sees you in this miserable state, won't she be sad for you?"

"......" Tian Buyi was silent for a moment.

In this way, the four of them found a deserted place to stay temporarily.

"I'm going to use my internal energy to heal his wounds. Can one of you go to the river and fetch some clean water?"

"I'll go find some water." Zhang Xiaofan quickly agreed.

Cangsong nodded, and instructed his apprentice:
"Water sources are scarce here. Jingyu, follow Junior-Martial-Nephew Zhang to look for it."

"Yes."

After the two disciples left, Tian Buyi sat down on the big bluestone and sighed with some complexity.

Among the leaders of Qingyun Sect, he and Cangsong have always been at odds with each other.

But now, Cangsong is willing to consume his true energy to heal him.

He felt really bad because he couldn't refuse the offer and couldn't accept it.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Tian Buyi posed with his five hearts facing the sky, his back to the pine trees.

Suddenly sighed:
"That Master Daying is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"Yes, it really lives up to its reputation..."

Facing Tian Buyi's back, Cangsong lowered his head.

The sun was setting and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to make out his features.

The right hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched tightly, and the fingertips were white.

It seems that he is struggling with something.

(End of this chapter)