Chapter 67: I Was Born Before You, You Were Born When I Was Already Old

Three days later.

Liu Yao was carrying large and small bags in his hands.

"I shouldn't have come out with you to look for some master's sword.

The addresses you gave are all complete nonsense."

In order to find the Sanji Sect, Zhang Shaoqin had provided some addresses.

As it turned out, they were all ancient addresses.

After a great deal of effort, the address they found turned out to be a lake.

The so-called Sanji Sect did not exist at all.

"Time passes, and the seas change into mulberry fields.

I never expected that after being frozen for a thousand years, the world would have undergone such tremendous changes."

Zhang Shaoqin looked at the heavy traffic on the road.

Feeling the atmosphere of modern life, he also sighed with emotion.

Modern life is indeed much better than it was before.

Moreover, transportation is also much more convenient.

One can travel a thousand miles in a day, or even ten thousand miles.

"Honestly, I feel like the extraordinary is just like that.

Without your master's sword, with our country's weapons, dealing with that so-called Bronze King is nothing at all," Liu Yao advised from the side again.

Zhang Shaoqin thought of the video Liu Yao had shown him yesterday.

In the video, that massive mushroom cloud had shocked him.

Even his master could not produce such a powerful blow in one go.

However, thinking of Cang Jun, thinking of the Bronze King.

Zhang Shaoqin shook his head: "It is different; the kind of weapon you speak of cannot hurt the Bronze King at all."

The power of the Bronze King does not lie in destructive force, but in fortune and destiny.

Things like fortune and destiny are mysterious and profound.

For example, if the current Daxia were to deploy such weapons against the Bronze King.

Then, this weapon would surely self-destruct for some special reason before it even landed on the Bronze King.

These two types of power are not on the same dimension.

The power of the Bronze King involves certain Rules.

Liu Yao sighed: "Forget it, I won't argue with you; I'll just treat this as coming out to clear my head."

Liu Yao's resignation actually carried a hint of bitterness.

A new girl had arrived at their company, and within a week, that girl had hooked up with him.

The company prohibited office romances, so one of them had to stay and the other had to leave.

Liu Yao naturally chose to leave.

But no sooner had he left than that girl broke up with him.

Liu Yao had not been in a good mood lately and seemed quite decadent.

"Thank you," Zhang Shaoqin said gratefully, "If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to find the Sanji Sect in the world today."

The two men's footsteps came to a halt.

Zhang Shaoqin looked at the martial arts hall in front of him, which had the four large characters "Sanji Martial Arts Hall" on it.

"I hope this Sanji Martial Arts Hall has some connection to the Sanji Sect."

This Sanji Martial Arts Hall was a force that Liu Yao had put a great deal of effort into helping Zhang Shaoqin find, as it might be related to the Sanji Sect.

Liu Yao led Zhang Shaoqin into the martial arts hall.

"Sir, are you here to learn martial arts?" someone in the hall immediately asked obsequiously, "Learning for a month now only costs 998; this is your only chance."

"I am Zhang Shaoqin of Beihan Hall, here to request an audience with the Sanji Sect Master," Zhang Shaoqin said, holding his fist in a salute, his body radiating an extraordinary aura.

The person who had just been trying to sell a package to Zhang Shaoqin changed his expression.

"Now any Tom, Dick, or Harry comes to challenge our Sanji Martial Arts Hall," the person muttered, running inside.

Not long after, a burly woman walked out with a cold look on her face.

The person who arrived was none other than Xiaorou.

Last time, in the competition for the position of Boxing King of the North, their Sanji Martial Arts Hall had lost to the Bagua Martial Arts Hall.

This news spread, and many people in the traditional martial arts circle came to take the opportunity to challenge the Sanji Martial Arts Hall.

Xiaorou naturally assumed this person was the same.

After all, he had announced his background as soon as he arrived and was looking for the Sect Master.

"What business do you have coming to my Sanji Martial Arts Hall?" Xiaorou's voice carried a chill.

Liu Yao looked at Xiaorou's burly frame and couldn't help but hide behind Zhang Shaoqin.

This woman looked like someone not to be trifled with.

"I am a successor of Beihan Hall.

Beihan Hall has always been on good terms with the Sanji Sect.

In the past, my master left a letter at the Sanji Sect for the founder Mo Fengxue, and that letter recorded the location of my master's sword.

I do not know if the Sanji Sect still keeps that letter; I wish to see it."

Beihan Hall?

Master?

A sword?

A letter?

Xiaorou listened, looking completely bewildered.

She had no idea what Zhang Shaoqin was talking about.

However, when she heard the name Mo Fengxue from Zhang Shaoqin's mouth, the expression on Xiaorou's face changed.

Mo Fengxue was an ancestor of the Sanji Sect.

The Three Extremes Spirit Fist was founded by Mo Fengxue.

Yet, the name of an ancestor like Mo Fengxue was not widely known.

Throughout the entire Sanji Sect, only those who were to succeed to the position of Sect Master could know this name.

In the current Sanji Sect, only Xiaorou and her master knew this name.

How could the person before her know it?

"How do you know the name of our Sanji Sect ancestor?"

Joy appeared in Zhang Shaoqin's eyes.

It seemed this really was the Sanji Sect.

"Senior Mo Fengxue and my master were close friends; she often went to Taiqing Mountain to accompany my master in viewing the snow, and I also saw Senior Mo many times," Zhang Shaoqin said, lost in memory.

With his discernment, he naturally knew that Mo Fengxue harbored secret feelings for his master.

It was a pity that his master seemed set on the Dao and cared nothing for romantic entanglements.

However, when his master finally achieved Shattering the Void, he still wrote a letter to Mo Fengxue.

Time had left no mark on his master; he remained that same youth, while Mo Fengxue had long since turned white-haired.

In her final decades, Mo Fengxue never came to see his master again.

As the saying goes, I was born before you were, and by the time you were born, I had already grown old.

Xiaorou was stunned, slowly digesting Zhang Shaoqin's words.

She felt it was hard to comprehend, even absurd.

At this moment, Liu Yao said from the side: "This is my brother; there is something wrong with his head.

He keeps saying he comes from the Beihan Hall of a thousand years ago, and that his master is an Immortal from Taiqing Mountain."

Xiaorou looked at Zhang Shaoqin, her gaze softening.

A person from a thousand years ago?

She naturally did not believe it.

This person really did have something wrong with his head.

However, it was very possible that some of the things he said were not lies.

Perhaps, a thousand years ago, there really was a power called Beihan Hall that was on good terms with the Sanji Sect.

Moreover, as far as Xiaorou knew, the ancestor Mo Fengxue never married in her life, seemingly waiting for someone.

Perhaps this Zhang Shaoqin had obtained some information about the grievances and entanglements between the ancestor and others from ancestral books.

Zhang Shaoqin glanced at Liu Yao; he did not deny it, but continued: "Now, I urgently need to find news of my master's sword, yet the whereabouts of my master's sword are contained within the letter my master gave to Senior Mo Fengxue."

A conflicted expression appeared on Xiaorou's face.

Just then, a burly middle-aged man walked over, a look of shock and uncertainty on his face.

"Are you looking for that letter from the ancestor Mo Fengxue?"

This person was none other than the current Sect Master of the Sanji Sect, Mo Yunlei.

"Exactly," Zhang Shaoqin said, cupping his hands.

"How strange," Mo Yunlei felt very odd, "There has always been an ancestral instruction passed down that if anyone came to our Sanji Sect looking for that letter, we of the Sanji Sect should hand it over with both hands.

I always thought it was nonsense; I never expected that today, someone would actually know about that letter and come to ask for it."

Beside them, Liu Yao was stunned.

He looked at Zhang Shaoqin, then at Mo Yunlei.

Who exactly was the fool?

It was one thing that the Sanji Sect still existed.

Did that letter from a thousand years ago really exist?

Thanks to 【Cultivation Ice Flame】 for the repeat, repeat, repeat tips, and thanks to 【Haoyang Righteous Spirit】 for the tip, thank you very much!!

(End of this chapter)