As for the furnishings, it was extremely simple, in the middle of the huge house, there was only a table and a few chairs, beside the table there was a reclining chair, an old man with a head full of white hair like snow was lying on it with his eyes closed, beside him sat a fair-faced young man in his early twenties, fiddling with the tea set on the table, the fragrance of the tea, wafted over from time to time.
No matter how one looked at it, it looked like a peaceful picture of a grandfather and grandson resting, where was the slightest bit of evil energy!
Ghost King smiled and walked over, that old man heard the footsteps, opened his eyes and glanced at Ghost King, his face immediately revealed a smile and said, "You are here?"
Ghost King smiled and said, "Old senior, it has been a long time since we parted at the Holy Temple, how are you?"
This old man was naturally the notorious God of Poison, immediately he seemed to have a bitter smile on his face and said, "I am old, useless."
Then, he seemed unwilling to talk about this topic again, changed the topic and said, "Ghost King old brother, now that you are already the head of Ghost King sect, your status is the same as mine, if you don't mind, you can just call me old brother, please don't call me old senior anymore, I can't afford it."
Ghost King laughed in spite of himself, his expression relaxed, sat down at the other side of the table and said to God of Poison, "Old senior, your words are wrong, who doesn't know that you are a person of virtue and prestige, for this big event, we are still counting on you to preside over the overall situation!"
God of Poison's expression seemed to be stunned, immediately shook his head and said, "Can't, can't."
Ghost King was about to say something when the young man on the opposite table had already brewed two cups of tea, brought it over and said indifferently, "Sect head, Qing Long holy envoy, please have some tea."
Ghost King and Qing Long stretched out their hands to receive it, Ghost King took a few more glances at him, saw that this young man had delicate features, just that his face seemed a little pale but to be able to accompany God of Poison here, naturally his relationship with God of Poison was not shallow.
Immediately he turned to God of Poison and said, "This is …"
God of Poison smiled and said, "He is the last disciple I took in ten years ago, called Qin WuYan, at that time I saw that his aptitude was not bad, so I took him in. Wuyan, quickly greet these two seniors. They are well-known figures in our Holy Sect. If you can get their care in the future, it will be better than you cultivating for a hundred years. "
Qin WuYan lowered his head slightly, his expression could not be said to be proud or shy, even his voice did not change, it was calm and gentle, softly said, "Greetings to sect head, holy envoy, I was rude just now, please forgive me."
Ghost King laughed and waved his hand, Qing Long also laughed and said, "This little brother is able to become Senior God of Poison's disciple, his future is boundless, his future is boundless."
The God of Poison chuckled and said to the two of them: "The child is not sensible, please don't be offended."
Ghost King waved his hand and laughed, "What are you talking about?" Pausing for a while, he continued, "But senior, today I came here, is really sincere to invite you to preside over the overall situation, our four great sects will join hands and together wash away the great defeat of Qing Yun, the humiliation of the Holy Temple."
God of Poison was silent for a while, his expression seemed desolate, after a long time he said, "Old brother, my body is already half crippled, I really cannot be of great use, this time our four great sects are secretly discussing to besiege Qing Yun, I naturally cannot fall behind, if not I will let down the Nether Mother Goddess and Heaven Vidyaraja two saints, and even more let down the generations of Holy Sect founders. Just that the position of presiding over the overall situation, I think other than old brother your great talent and bold vision, no one else can take it! "
Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said, "Senior you are overpraising me, among the four great sects, my qualifications are the lowest, how can I take up the responsibility. How about this, wait for Chang Shen Hall's' YuYang Zi 'and HeHuan Sect's' SanMiao Fairy 'to arrive, then we will discuss again. "
God of Poison muttered to himself for a while, said, "That's good too, they should be arriving within these few days, we will gather again then, this hundred years of Holy Sect's extraordinary shame and humiliation, this time we must get it back from Qing Yun sect."
Ghost King smiled, sat there for a while, chatted for a while and then bade farewell to Qing Long, God of Poison did not force him to stay and ordered his men to send them off.
Leaving God of Poison's residence, Ghost King and Qing Long blended into the crowd in HeYang City.
Ghost King suddenly sneered and said, "This old monster, is really getting harder to deal with."
This sentence was inexplicable but Qing Long seemed to understand his meaning, nodded and said, "That's right, three hundred years ago when our Ghost King sect and Wan Du clan fought to the death, the old monster was the most ferocious and impulsive, always charging at the front. Even a hundred years ago, in that great battle with Qing Yun, it was also him who strongly advocated. Seems like that crushing defeat at that time, has worn down quite a lot of his drive. "
Ghost King shook his head and said, "This is not called wearing down his drive, this is called growing his ability, after that battle, the old monster seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, his temperament changed all at once, keeping a low profile and biding his time, these hundred years, other than our Ghost King sect, the one who recovered the fastest was Wan Du clan. Just that he refused to take this seat, it is very troublesome! "
While speaking, Ghost King frowned and indifferently said, "Never mind, anyway we have to wait for those two to arrive before we can discuss the important matter, let's wait for a few days first. Oh right, where is BiYao, today it seems like I did not see her for the whole day? "
Qing Long said, "I also did not see her but YouJi has always been accompanying her, nothing should happen, don't worry."
Ghost King shook his head, sighed softly and did not say anything more.
Looking at Ghost King and Qing Long's disappearing figures, God of Poison, who had been calm and even had a little benevolent expression, gradually turned gloomy but did not say anything for a long time.
As for that young man beside him, his character seemed to be even more eccentric, God of Poison did not speak to him but he was enjoying himself, patiently brewing tea on the table, without any impatient expression.
After a long time, God of Poison suddenly let out a deep sigh and said, "The new waves of the Yangtze River surpass the old!"
That young man called Qin WuYan turned his head and looked at God of Poison, indifferently said, "Oh, that person's skills are very powerful?"
God of Poison snorted and said, "His skills are naturally extremely high but no matter how high his skills are, we are not afraid of him. Just that this person is too shrewd, in the future you must be careful!"
Qin WuYan smiled slightly, his tone was still that calm and said, "I know, teacher."
God of Poison looked at him, suddenly sighed and said, "If those few useless senior brothers of yours have your aptitude, why would I need to endure so many years of suffering?"
Qin WuYan received God of Poison's praise but there was no complacent expression on his face, he indifferently said, "Those few senior brothers are doing their best to work for you, teacher."
God of Poison snorted, suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted the blanket covering his legs, he actually got down from the chair and stood up. His stature was actually rather tall, his back was straight, where did he look like he was sick at all? It seemed like those various actions earlier, were all to deceive Ghost King and Qing Long.
God of Poison paced back and forth in the middle of the room, Qin WuYan instead seemed to be much quieter than his teacher, only God of Poison's footsteps reverberated in the room.
And at this moment, suddenly, a strange sound was heard beside Qin WuYan, it seemed to be the kind of ear-piercing sound of cicadas chirping in summer.
God of Poison's expression changed, he turned his head to look.
Qin WuYan took out a small yellow box from under the chair, one chi square, that strange sound was coming from inside.
God of Poison walked over, stretched out his hand and gently opened the lid. Shockingly, in front of the both of them, on the yellow soft silk in the box, there was a gorgeous coloured centipede but the most strange thing was, this centipede's tail had seven branches.
If at this moment Zhang Xiaofan saw this thing, he would definitely be indescribably shocked, because he had seen this thing before when he was young, it was one of the world's most poisonous' Seven Tails Centipede '.
Qin WuYan frowned and said, "Ever since we came to the vicinity of Qing Yun Hill, Xiao Qi seemed to be restless, as if she was agitated by something."
God of Poison carefully looked at this seven tails centipede and then took out a light purple small pill from his bosom, placed it into the box and then closed the box. Very quickly, that strange sound from the box, gradually became softer and then disappeared.
After Qin WuYan carefully kept the box with the seven tails centipede, God of Poison indifferently said, "This seven tails centipede is the world's most precious creature, there is only one pair left in the world and they will always accompany each other until death, if they are separated, but within a hundred miles, they will definitely be able to sense each other. Xiao Qi these few days is restless, it must be because of this. "
Qin WuYan glanced at God of Poison and suddenly said, "In that case, now that person, is on Qing Yun Hill?"
God of Poison smiled and said, "That's right, the seven tails centipede is the one and only species in the world, there is no mistake."
Speaking, he turned his head and slowly gazed into the distance. Far away, that towering Qing Yun Hill outside HeYang City, pierced straight through the clouds, so mighty that it was almost insufferably arrogant, white clouds circling around, celestial air floating.
"A hundred years, in a blink, another hundred years has passed!" This old man, softly muttered to himself.
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