(PS: Today's update is a little late, sorry to everyone.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, there is only one shift today, and the one that is owed will be made up during the day tomorrow.

It's time for a big plot soon, and I need to think about it carefully.

We will never default on the debt, so you can rest assured. ）

Leaving the Southern Yantian Realm, going to the Central Jun Heavenly Realm, going to the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen for eight or nine years, and finally returning to the Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain.

For secular mortals, life is only a hundred years, and eight or nine years is already a long time.

But for a martial arts powerhouse with a high level of cultivation, it is likely that a retreat will be more than ten years.

Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen himself, the last time he retreated and meditated, it was nearly 20 years later.

It's just that before, there has never been a time when Zhuang Shen can feel such a thing.

At this moment, he was sitting on the throne of the head of the main hall of the sect, and his eyes were looking at the people in front of him without blinking.

Compared with that year, Zhuang Shen's appearance has not changed in the slightest.

Still with a clear face, quite handsome, he looks no more than thirty years old, with snow-white hair and a simple bun.

But looking at the people in front of him, Zhuang Shen's face was as deep as water.

His sons and daughters, the younger brother who has always been friends with each other, "King Yi" Peng He, is gone.

Although the relationship is not as close as Peng He, he respects Zhuang Shen a lot and handles things safely, so that his trusted senior brother, "Baowu Zhenyue" Zhang Shuren, is nowhere to be seen.

The proud disciple he valued the most and exhausted his painstaking cultivation, "Phoenix Pupil" Yuan Xiancheng, was also nowhere to be seen.

In addition, there are many people in Wutong Slope who will never be able to appear in the main hall in front of them again.

Finally, there is his biological son, Zhuang Zhaohui......

Zhuang Shen looked at the deserted courtyard in front of him and was silent for a long time.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scribe said: "Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Peng are gone, the southeast is strong, we can only stick to Fengyi Mountain and wait for Senior Brother Zhuang to come back." ”

Zhuang Shen looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said slowly: "Senior Brother Mao, thank you for your hard work." ”

The middle-aged Confucian priest bowed his head and said, "Please also ask the senior brother in charge to have an idea." ”

This person is naturally the only remaining martial saint ninefold realm boss in the Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain, and Mao Yuansheng, who is known as "Fengming Southern Xinjiang" along with Peng He and Zhang Shuren.

He and Peng He are from the same division as the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shennai.

Hundreds of years ago, the Fengyi Mountain lineage was still the last generation in charge, and when Master Zhuang Shen was in charge of the portal, Mao Yuansheng was actually the most valued successor.

At that time, compared with Zhuang Shen, their master had always preferred Mao Yuansheng, and even once wanted Mao Yuansheng to take over his mantle and inherit the Wutong Po Gate.

It's just that later, Zhuang Shen, who was relatively ordinary when he was a teenager, rose more and more, and finally came from behind.

Their master died early due to an accident, and they were unable to decide who would succeed them.

In the end, Zhuang Shen won.

However, it is indeed in his hands, the Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain has been carried forward, and the true shape of the phoenix has become more and more perfect.

It was not until later that Zhuang Shen ascended to the realm of the supreme in the world, and Fengyi Mountain also reached the peak of its own history.

For Mao Yuansheng, Zhuang Shen did not suppress it, but among the three bigwigs of the Martial Saint Ninefold Realm in Wutongpo, there is no doubt that Mao Yuansheng has the most distant relationship with Zhuang Shen.

Zhang Shuren was ordered to guard Fangyuan Mountain at the junction with the southeast, which seemed to be remote, but he won Zhuang Shen's trust.

If it was really a chore, it would be impossible for Yuan Xiancheng, Zhuang Shen's most valued disciple, to accompany him.

And when Zhuang Shen went to the Central Juntian Realm, the person who sat at the Wutongpo Mountain Gate of Fengyi Mountain for him was Peng He, the "King of Yi", who had the closest relationship.

Since then, Mao Yuansheng himself has actually been quite low-key.

In the past, "Fengming Southern Xinjiang" seems to be a bit unworthy of the name now.

This time, Zhang Shuren and Peng He both fell, and Mao Yuansheng returned to Wutongpo to preside over the overall situation.

As a powerhouse second only to Zhuang Shen in the Wutongpo lineage, Mao Yuansheng is more low-key.

"Get an idea?" Zhuang Shen's expression was calm, and he didn't see a single ripple, but all the Wutongpo martial artists present felt that the world he was in seemed to be on fire.

A fire phoenix fluttered its wings in front of him, but his eyes clearly shed blood and tears.

Looking at the illusion of the phoenix crying blood in front of him, everyone, including Mao Yuansheng, was silent.

The illusion disappeared, and Zhuang Shen was still expressionless, as if his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But everyone knows that the seemingly illusory scene of Fang Cai is actually the true manifestation of Zhuang Shen's heart.

"I have a total of thirty-seven people in Wutongpo, and they died at the hands of the thief surnamed Yan. ”

Zhuang Shen stood up: "Among them, there are two Immortal Bridge Late Martial Saints, there are my most proud disciples, and they are also the most outstanding descendants of the younger generation of this sect, as well as my own son. ”

He looked at Mao Yuansheng: "If I don't go back this time, Senior Brother Mao, you will take over the position of the head of the house." ”

Mao Yuansheng lowered his head: "I am willing to attach my senior brother Jiwei and go to the southeast together." ”

"What do you say?" Zhuang Shen's snow-white eyebrows furrowed: "This sect of incense can't be broken." ”

Mao Yuansheng raised his head and looked at Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen said: "No matter why they died, the fact is that they all fell on Fangyuan Mountain. ”

"I'm back, but Cao Jie is also back, if you fight in Fangyuan Mountain, the result is unpredictable. ”

Mao Yuansheng was silent for a while and then said, "Then why do you ...... senior brother?"

Zhuang Shen said calmly: "In the past, to avenge my master, I dared to fight the enemy of the Martial Saint Ninefold Realm in the Sevenfold Realm. ”

"Now in charge of the south, is it true that the older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are?"

Mao Yuansheng was silent, and only after a while did he say: "That's why you are 'Fengxiang Nine Heavens', and I am just 'Fengming Southern Xinjiang'?"

"I may have died before you. Zhuang Shen said lightly: "I am stronger than you, but someone is stronger than me." ”

"But don't think I'm carried away by anger, I'm calmer than ever. ”

"Revenge at all costs, first and then at all costs. ”

After listening to Zhuang Shen's words, Mao Yuansheng and other Wutongpo warriors were slightly refreshed.

At this moment, the void outside Wutong Mountain shook, like water waves.

A figure stepped out of it.

His arrival did not alarm anyone up and down Wutong Slope, only Zhuang Shen sensed: "Brother Lang has arrived, Zhuang Shen has missed the distance." ”

"Brother Lang, ...... Lang" Mao Yuansheng and the others were stunned when they heard this, and then they were overjoyed: "The Western Supreme has arrived?"

Zhuang Shen said lightly: "There is no matter of Zhaohui and Xiancheng, and I also invited Brother Lang to come to my Wutongpo as a guest to discuss the crusade against the southeast." ”

While speaking, a middle-aged man walked in: "Brother Zhuang, I heard about the matter, mourning." ”

When a group of Wutongpo warriors saw him, they all saluted: "I have seen the Western Supreme." ”

The person who came was the lord of the Western Heavenly Realm, the head of Linong Mountain, and the supreme Lang Qing of the West.

"Now that Brother Lang knows, I won't say anything extraneous. Zhuang Shen said: "I wonder if Brother Lang can help me?"