You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 873 4 losers

The sect is depressed, and it is more like it has lost its vitality than its vitality.

There were quite a few such disciples. To avoid causing trouble, Uncle Shuai had to order the Danfeng monks to refine a lot of tranquilizing pills to help these disciples get through the most difficult times.

The sect, which is dozens of miles away, is now silent. Perhaps it is because there are too few people, which adds a sense of loneliness and decline. On the contrary, the registered disciples and menial disciples at the foot of each mountain are much more lively than those on the mountain. Many disciples also gather in the teahouses and markets at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the hustle and bustle.

The handsome uncle wrapped his clothes tightly around himself, sighed, and muttered, "Cultivation is inherently hard, and life and death are even more common. After this incident, they have grown and become qualified cultivators."

Turning back to the small Taoist temple, he cursed softly, "Instead of seeking immortality, they're just thinking about wreaking havoc on the world. Beasts are like this, and so are humans. They always want to make some noise to show off their presence. What a tnd bullshit world."

The handsome uncle closed the door and stood quietly behind it in silence. If Changqing had not set up this shocking plan, perhaps the Southern Region would have been completely occupied by the South China Sea Demon Clan by now. By then, who knows how many ordinary people would have died. Perhaps the demon master's plan would have succeeded long ago, and another Lingran would have been plunged into endless war.

Although the situation was dire, it was the best possible outcome. The handsome uncle wanted to let out the anger in his chest, but it only made him feel more suffocated. He clenched his fists, then let them go dejectedly. How much trouble could a small figure like him stir up?

The rising sun spreads its bright morning light. The young sect, which should be full of vigor, is surprisingly quiet. In late autumn, the chirping of insects in the forest adds a bit of desolate liveliness to the Yuling Sect.

Many of the peak masters of the Yuling Sect disappeared and went to the central region to make arrangements first, leaving only the disciples and elders from each peak to meditate in the sect. The disciples and elders' mentality was definitely not suitable for them to set off immediately. They should not be tired and should heal their injuries in peace. Uncle Shuai believed that these disciples would survive.

But the environment was so dead silent and depressing that it was maddening, and every disciple's house was filled with the sound of swords and sabers.

After a full month, Li Mengyu finally held on thanks to his parents' feeding. He fled to Luozhu Peak and came to Changqing Courtyard to seek some peace and quiet. However, he never expected that when he arrived, the courtyard was already filled with wine jars. He Niao Niao, who came with him, looked at the mountain of wine and was speechless.

After a long while of cleaning up, they finally pulled out a stone table from the pile of wine jars, along with four drunken people. Even though they were extremely drunk, one could still see that each of them had a frown on their face. Drinking to drown their sorrows only made them even more sorrowful. That was all.

When the two men and two women were invited into the house, I could vaguely hear: "It's been half a month, and they haven't come back yet. They must be dead~"

Four drunkards! Li Mengyu also held his forehead and wiped the sweat off his face. He didn't understand why adults had so many worries. Isn't the purpose of life to eat and drink well...

He didn't understand the adult world, and soon everything was tidied up in the bamboo house. As more people came, the courtyard regained some vitality. The four people who were hungover woke up, only to see the little guy sitting cross-legged in the courtyard practicing. The four of them just watched quietly, without saying a word, just in a daze, and watched for the whole afternoon.

The aroma of food filled the air, and Zhong Baixuan's stomach groaned, waking them from their idiotic state. Several delicacies were placed on the stone table, and the aroma filled the air. However, the four of them felt a little embarrassed to eat the little kid's food. They looked at each other, and no one was too embarrassed to speak first.

Li Mengyu was right. The four of them had truly become drunkards. The sect's stagnation, the momentum that had been pent up for nearly a decade, suddenly eased. Most of the familiar faces in the sect had disappeared, and in a daze, they were asking themselves, what was the point of doing this? Changqing had been abducted by the demon master, and half a month had passed without any news. They knew that Changqing would surely meet a miserable end at the hands of the demon master. They wanted to help, but they didn't know where to start.

For a moment they felt a little lost, with all their strength trapped in their bodies, almost driving them crazy. That's when they came here on a whim, dug out Changqing's collection of wine, and drank it for several days.

"Senior brothers and sisters, are you awake? Come out for dinner!" Until He Niaoniao's call broke the silence.

The four losers stood up in a daze. Seeing the hot towels handed to them, they finally felt a sense of reality. They couldn't help but regret that they seemed a little embarrassed in front of their juniors.

The courtyard became really lively, diluting the worries of several people. Sometimes they discussed Taoism and confirmed each other's cultivation, and sometimes they guided the two little guys in their cultivation.

During this period, Li Mengyu logically broke through the Sea-Splitting Realm and evolved two Dharma images. The two children's talents really shocked the four of them. They jokingly said, "If you have the chance to accept disciples in the future, you can let Changqing teach..."

At the same time, Chang Qing, who was being beaten by the demon master, sneezed inexplicably.

Time passed quickly, and more than ten days passed. The six people in the courtyard were originally calm, but after more than ten days of accumulation, they became anxious again.

They all knew what this portended. The handsome uncle had come several times during this period, and seeing that some of them were more steady than him, he didn't say much.

Xie Xinyu fiddled with her fingers and whispered, "It's the 52nd day~"

Everyone was speechless, knowing what that meant, and hope was becoming increasingly slim.

"This guy always thought he was the smartest in the world, but now he's done for! He deserves it for trying to show off his abilities!" Yun Qinghan walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, drank it all in a fit of anger, and slammed the tea set heavily on the stone table, but his attention was attracted by something that was shaken up.

His body froze, and he rubbed his eyes as if in disbelief, then quickly picked up the clothes from the table and looked at them carefully.

The strange behavior attracted several people to look, but they only saw an extremely simple stone pendant held in Yun Qinghan's palm, with his hand covering his mouth and his body shaking constantly.

Unbeknownst to them, seeing Yun Qinghan's expression, Zhong Baixuan rarely showed a hint of teasing in his expression: "That's a stone, not wine~"

Seeing the stone in his hand, Yun Qinghan's depressed mood instantly improved a lot. He felt like the clouds had cleared and the sun had come. He turned around and retorted: "Get lost."

They felt it looked familiar, but couldn't place it for a moment. Only Ling Yu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the roof last night, said, "Before I entered meditation at midnight last night, this thing wasn't on the table. I don't know when it appeared."

As the words fell, bursts of rapid breathing were heard.

Yun Qinghan then spoke softly, "I'm glad you're back, I'm glad you're back."

A flickering point of light slowly floated out. They sensed that the light was extremely weak and was in danger of collapsing at any time. The pain in their hearts was evident in their words.

"Jiedao Beast, what a bastard!"

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Qingzi. We will help you avenge this vengeance!"

Ling Yu was silent, with lightning flashing in his eyes, as if to destroy everything, and his aura surged.

Only Xie Xinyu stepped forward and waved a fluorescent green light, trying to envelop the spirit, but it seemed as if it was too weak to be replenished, and it strongly repelled it and dissipated directly. Xie Xinyu was anxious, but at a loss as to what to do. In the end, he could only say, "Does it hurt?"

Your words and my words showed our concern and care, which dispelled some of Changqing's original drowsiness.