Li Yaoqing, the current head of the Wenshi faction, is a beautiful man who looks close to middle age, with a long body, a white face and beard, gentle and majestic, and close and alienated.

He had been standing in front of the main entrance of the Taiyi Hall for a long time, looking up at the sky, quietly listening to the bell that rang throughout the Wenshi School.

There are nine hundred and eighty-one bells, a bell that can only be rung by such a major event as the extermination of the sect, and the bell has not been sounded several times in the entire tens of thousands of years of history of the Wenshi faction.

He never imagined that the bell would ring when he was in charge.

He still remembered that at the ceremony of taking office as the head of the sect back then, the bell in the sect also rang for a long time, and the entire large and small sects of Yunmengze sent people to watch the ceremony, and the bell at that time was only forty-nine rings.

More than 200 years have passed in this blink of an eye.

For more than two hundred years, he never had a chance to go out of the sect again, because there were so many things inside and outside his door that he didn't have a moment of free every day, because the people who wanted to see him had been in line for two years, because ...... Because he is the head of the Wenshi faction, one of the four major sects. His personal safety is the first priority, his life is no longer his own, and he has no freedom since he sat in the position of head.

But he was willing to do it.

Li Yaoqing watched the people of the Wenshi faction who came because he heard the bell below, and fell into a faint memory.

He is different from many sect members, he was born in the sect, he grew up, practiced, and lived, and even after he went out to travel all over the world, his roots were also in the sect.

And his cultivation qualifications are only average, and his cultivation to Jindan is about the end. On the contrary, he prefers to deal with people, and he is also good at those twists and turns of power and balance, and he is even more extraordinary in handling mundane affairs, so he sits in the position of head step by step.

What he wanted to say was that this position was not easy to sit in.

The Wenshi faction, one of the four major sects of Yunmengze, is basically one of the oldest and largest sects in this interface. In addition to the many affairs in the door, there are two Transformation God Taizun and several Yuanying Monks on it, and it is not his turn to call the shots of major affairs. There are more than 20,000 people watching below, and he can't do a wrong thing in a small matter. It's a bit awkward, and it's not like no one is watching from the side.

If this is the case, he will be like most of the heads of the Wenshi faction, and in another one or two hundred years, he will be able to relieve himself of his responsibilities, and with the honorable title of the former head of the Wenshi faction, he will be able to visit relatives and friends as he pleases.

And when the ninety-nine eighty-one bells rang, he already knew that his name would be more prominent among the previous heads, and everything he did and every word he said would be commented on by future generations, all because of the Sealed War.

The bell finally stopped, and the entire Taiyi Hall was silent, and everyone raised their faces to look at him, waiting for him to speak.

He cleared his throat, and countless words floated in his head, all the nice words, encouraging words, and incitement words he could have opened his mouth, but when he looked at the immature faces below, these words suddenly disappeared from his mind, and he felt that his throat was choked, and he couldn't say a word.

He didn't know that many of these children standing in front of him today were one or two hundred years younger than him, and some of them were only teenagers and had just embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and they were looking at him with admiration and hope at this time.

And they are about to go through a brutal war, and how much will they survive after the war? Seventy percent, fifty percent? How can he say the words that sent them to death!

But he still spoke, hiding the tremor so that no one could hear it: "On the 14th day of June in the Continental Calendar and the Bingxu year, all my Wenshi sect members and my Yunmengze monks must remember this day......

He said slowly, knowing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, including all the Jindan Shangmen people in the sect around him at the moment, and those who didn't have time to rush back, he could also feel it.

Liu Qinghuan's position could only see Li Yaoqing's side, listening to the steady and calm voice talking about what had just happened today, and saying words of encouragement, calming the uneasiness of the little disciples below. And his mind slowly drifted away, thinking about what his friends didn't know what they were doing at the moment.

Is Yun Zheng back, has Mu Yinyin returned to Xingyue Palace, is Mo Qianli still in Jade Dragon City in the northern border of ice and snow, Lele and they have not returned to the Howling Wind Continent, where did Jingjue go after being missing for so long......

At this time, in the entire Yunmengze interface, countless sects were gathering disciples, and countless monks were passing on the scene that happened in Qianye Mountain.

They are afraid, their blood is boiling, their fighting spirit is high!

Li Yaoqing discarded all the flowery nonsense, and quickly talked about the arrangements of the sect in the future: "From now on, all the disciples of my Wenshi Sect, regardless of whether they are in the door at the moment or not, will not be allowed to retreat, travel, travel, act privately, wait for the order in the door, and everything will be arranged according to the wartime order!"

The assembly in front of the Taiyi Hall dispersed in less than half an hour, and the low-level disciples dispersed in groups, and Liu Qinghuan followed a group of monks above the Jindan back to the side hall.

After that, it was time to assign tasks, and Li Yaoqing sat at the top and gave instructions one by one in an orderly manner. They had been preparing for a long time, and the strategy and arrangement had already been set, so they didn't seem panicked when they came to the end.

And Liu Qinghuan received the order to go to Yantang City immediately.

When he walked out of the Taiyi Palace, he asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xuan, are you going to Eagle's Nest City?"

Xuanbo said: "Well, I want to go to Yantang City, but I don't know why I want to go to Eagle's Nest City. ”

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "Probably just in case, if everyone runs to Yantang City, and no one else defends it, it may give people an opportunity to take advantage of." ”

Xuanbo spread his hands and said, "Okay, it's a pity that I'm going to miss the excitement of Qianye Mountain." Haha, what about the invasion of the other world, you can't encounter it once in tens of thousands of years. ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "I'll help my senior brother watch this excitement, and I'll tell you about it later." ”

"Hehe, you don't know. Xuanbo said with a smile: "A few years ago, a Yunmengze Di newspaper was published, which was run by Xiling Commercial Bank, and it was issued once every half month, and the big and small things would be recorded on it as new things, and I heard that it was an idea from the side of the Howling Wind Continent." So don't bother the junior brother, there will definitely be one in the newspaper by then. ”

Liu Qinghuan said: "Haha, when I saw this in the Howling Wind Continent, I thought it was a good idea, but I didn't expect Xiling Commercial Bank to learn it so quickly." ”

"Not really. It can also record the battle scene, but the spells used are exquisite, and I don't know what those people's minds think. ”

"Well, the battle scene?"

Xuanbo saw that he was curious, and took out a small booklet with a yellow light from the ring: "This is from the previous issue, you turn to the nineteenth page at the back, and what you remember is the scene of the two Jindan Sanxiu fighting in Haoyuan City some time ago. ”

Liu Qinghuan turned to that page, and saw that the two monks were really fighting on the thin paper, and the dazzling magic light flew around, and he could vaguely see Haoyuan City below, but there was no sound.

He was amazed, "This is better than the newspaper run by the Howling Wind Continent, they are just ordinary paper. ”

Xuanbo sighed: "It's about to be the middle of the month, and the new issue of Yunmengze Mansion will definitely have a picture of the spatial crack on the thousand-page mountain being torn open." ”

The smile on Liu Qinghuan's face faded, and the two were silent for a moment before walking to the teleportation circle in the side hall of the Taiyi Palace.

Before Xuanbo entered the teleportation array, he patted him on the shoulder: "Senior Brother Liu, I don't know when we will meet next time, let's cherish each other." ”

Liu Qinghuan arched his hand: "Senior Brother Xuan, cherish!"