Chapter 749

The Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and the Yaochi Shèngzhǔ did not oppose the Dao Yi Sect's entry into Zhongzhou, and even expressed support.

In this, Ye Zhangqing's food is one aspect, while the other aspect is that the Dao Yi Sect's stationing has no effect on the Yunluo Holy Land and the Yaochi Holy Land.

Because looking at the current situation, the Dao Yi Sect moving into Zhongzhou has only one option: to replace the Qingtian Holy Land.

Taking over the resources of the Qingtian Holy Land does not conflict with the Jade Pool Holy Land and the Yunluo Holy Land.

Looking at the clueless Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, Qi Xiong and the others showed a strange smile, while Li Zhengqing and a few others couldn't bear to watch, stepped forward, grabbed the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and left.

Shèngzhǔ, you are, after all, the Shèngzhǔ of our Yunluo Holy Land—can't you avoid being so embarrassing?

What's the big deal? Everyone knows 'food is heaven'; what's wrong with just wanting to eat rice?

You............

While being unwillingly dragged away by Li Zhengqing and a few others, he also complained resentfully.

You really don't have the slightest bearing of a Holy Land Shèngzhǔ.

Watching the retreating Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, Qi Xiong laughed, but the next second Mo Yun talked back at him.

You're not that much stronger either, Senior Brother; our Dao Yi Sect has also lost plenty of face.

As soon as those words were spoken, Qi Xiong's face darkened instantly, and he glared fiercely at Mo Yun—this guy is fine in every way, except why did he grow a mouth?

Qi Xiong had already planned to contact Wu Shou, Shi Song and the others.

Meanwhile, inside the Dao Yi Sect far away in Dongzhou, several months have passed, and the Dao Yi Sect now lacks the vigor it once had.

Not to mention the disciples, even the horse farm at the mountain's base is lifeless.

Those spiritual horses hung their heads in dejection, and the steward beside them couldn't help but curse.

Really damn, they're a bunch of worthless bones—before, each of them refused to go out, and now that no one comes to ride them, they're not used to it?

The steward was also helpless; what's wrong with these disciples? They don't even do their tasks, and the horse farm is deserted every day, completely opposite to how it used to be.

On all the major peaks, one could see disciples still striving in Xiūliàn, but their faces all bore the look of having lost their parents.

Sigh, another day of missing Elder Changqing.

Who would say otherwise?

Hey, Shī xiōng, do you still have any dry rations?

What do you want to do?

Hehe, I've finished mine here; I want to buy some from you.

Not selling.

You.........., we are fellow Shī xiōng brothers—how can you treat me like this?

Everyone gets the same share; if you don't watch your own consumption, it's none of my business.

I can't help it.

After several months, even if the dry rations are tasty, the disciples have grown a bit tired of them, after all, nothing beats freshly cooked food.

Furthermore, some disciples have run out of dry rations entirely.

They put it nicely, saying that whenever they think of Elder Changqing, they can't help but want to eat, feeling just like they're in the canteen.

But just like that, after a few months the supplies ran out, making it even harder to bear.

As for Zhu Feng Peak, outside the Canteen, at some point the disciples spontaneously put up a portrait of Ye Zhangqing, and around it they placed an abundance of flowers.

This really looks like a memorial at first glance, and disciples come by almost all the time.

With a sorrowful face, they said to the portrait:

Elder Changqing, we really miss you.

That expression, those words—everything seemed real, as if Ye Zhangqing had truly ridden a crane westward.

Being in Zhongzhou, Ye Zhangqing probably never imagined that the disciples had already erected a tombstone for him, and moreover they come every day to bring flowers, and some even go so far as to burn incense.

Why don't you just go ahead and build a symbolic tomb for him?

However, the strangest thing belongs to Wen Yuan Peak.

Because just three months ago, Wen Yuan Peak suddenly saw a group of strange people wearing animal skins, with a middle-aged woman leading them who claimed to be Mo Yun's dao partner.

This left the disciples completely bewildered.

At this moment, atop Wen Yuan Peak, inside a Dong Fu, a middle-aged beautiful woman was practicing Xiūliàn, while beside her a refined gentleman quietly drank tea.

I say, old village chief, cultivation still needs balance; relentless bitter practice can easily lead to extremes.

I want to become stronger; only then would I be worthy of Yun Brother.

If Ye Zhangqing, Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and the others were present, they would surely recognize that this refined gentleman is none other than Shan Hu's grandfather.

Moreover, this middle-aged beautiful woman............ the refined gentleman calls her the old village chief, and her identity is now completely clear.

But this change is indeed quite significant.

Actually this isn't surprising, after all the old village chief had never practiced Xiūliàn before, but after coming to Dongzhou, they came into contact with Xiūliàn and with outside culture.

Furthermore, although the old village chief and her people had never had contact with the outside world, their learning ability is truly strong.

Even more astonishing, their cultivation aptitude is one notch higher than another.

Someone who would have been buried up to the neck in yellow earth actually has cultivation aptitude comparable to the numerous Inner Disciples of the Dao Yi Sect—can you believe that?

In any case, the refined gentleman was dumbfounded at first, never expecting the old village chief's aptitude to be this strong.

Moreover, she also has a special constitution, the Battle-Hardened Body.

Although it doesn't match Shan Hu's Indestructible Battle Body, it definitely surpasses ninety-nine percent of people in the world.

Thanks to her powerful aptitude and Battle-Hardened Body, in just a month or two the old village chief went from an ordinary person with no cultivation to having achieved Perfection of the Ganqi Realm, and the Meridian Opening Realm is not far off.

As her cultivation level rose, her lifespan naturally increased, and she naturally grew younger.

However, whenever Mo Yun is mentioned, the old village chief still wears a deep, affectionate expression.

Only the refined gentleman not far away feels a tumultuous mix of emotions, unsure whether what he's done is right or wrong.

"Qi Zongzhu, Ye Xiaoyou, Peak Master Mo, this matter really can't be blamed on me!"

He damn never expected things to develop to this point; he originally just wanted to avoid Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and the others, so he deliberately brought the old village head and company heading east to Dongzhou.

They had already prepared to die, but damn who could have imagined that just a few simple little wooden boats would actually let them cross the sea and successfully reach Dongzhou.

When they first arrived at Dongzhou, everyone on the whole dock was as if they had seen a ghost.

Watching those few small wooden boats slowly drifting from afar, everyone stared dumbfounded.

Damn, this is definitely not a joke?

After that, needless to say, given the twists of fate, who the hell would have thought that Qi Xiong, Mo Yun and the others were actually people from Dongzhou, not from Zhongzhou.

Thus, under the leadership of the old village head, the entire village came to the Dao Yi Sect.

Just thinking that in the future, if Mo Yun were to learn of these matters, the refined gentleman would be plagued with headaches.

"Peak Master Mo, this really wasn't intentional on my part; maybe this is just fate."

Watching the old village head still painstakingly Xiūliàn, his heart full of Mo Yun, the refined gentleman felt guilty as he thought.