"Later..."

"After the First World War, the identity of Wuxiu Jinzhao's descendant was known to the Holy Temple."

"Lao Gou came to the Holy Palace, but learned that he was just a traitor from the Holy Palace, and there was no follow-up."

"He continued to trace the traces of Shuo Xiu, but to no avail."

Speaking of this, Aunt Xiang glanced at the sick young man opposite who didn't know what to think, and changed the subject:

"On Heting Mountain, the five evil elders have dominated for many years and finally suffered their first defeat."

"While sipping tea at a flower, I was defeated by a little-known Taixu old man, and was almost killed. This incident alarmed the Central Region."

"More people responded to the invitation and rushed to Heting Mountain. It was also a grand event that year."

"The fighting continued one after another. It must have lasted for several months. The remaining four of the Five Elders of Shaqing fought, and none of them lost."

"Someone made a special appointment to sip tea with flowers. It stands to reason that even if you suffer a defeat, you will be healed in a few days, let alone a few months."

"With no excuse for not fighting, Hua Sip Tea attacked again. However, after a few days and repeated consumption, he suffered another defeat."

"The myth of invincibility has finally been shattered. The heroes of the Central Region have risen together to challenge the five elders. They sipped tea at the flowers but never came out again."

Xu Xiaoshou had already understood, and he knocked on the table and said: "It was not someone else who hurt him, and it was actually not Taixu who caused his defeat, but Lao Gou, but the sword wound he left?"

"That's right, the real injury left by Mo Jianshu affected Hua Hua's state of sipping tea, and he will not be able to recover for three to five years."

"It's a pity that he doesn't have that much time."

Aunt Xiang sighed, with a hint of ridicule on her face, and whispered:

"Lao Gou has been silent for a long time since the battle with Wuxiu. Instead, he is not so anxious and his pace has slowed down a lot."

"The news of the defeat of the Five Elders of Evil came to his ears. Maybe it was for a fight, maybe it was just out of interest, I don't know."

"I think that after hearing the name of Heting Mountain for so many years, my tense heart was loosened. Maybe Lao Gou just wanted to relax, so one day he chose to worship the mountain."

"Perhaps God made a joke. When he left, the sun was rising, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining brightly. At the foot of Heting Mountain, there was a man washing his feet with great enthusiasm."

Mi Zaoquan?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned slightly, feeling something familiar. Where had he heard it?

But that wasn't the point. He continued to listen attentively.

"How sensitive is the ancient sword cultivator to aura?"

"Even if this person has a different appearance and a different height, how could Lao Gou not remember the people who besieged him with Wu Xiu at that time? He drew his sword on the spot!"

"If you can't kill five against one, how can you lose one against one?"

"At the foot of Heting Mountain, the elk have long been stained with blood."

"At noon during the war, Qingquanzhuo Zuo, one of the Five Evil Elders... died!"

Cause of death: Foot washing?

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little funny despite his sadness. Isn't this really a rumored joke?

He twitched the corners of his mouth and asked hurriedly: "Where are the others?"

"You can laugh if you want!"

Although she was talking about a sad past, Aunt Xiang couldn't help laughing at the moment, and said with a strange smile on her lips:

"Lao Gou should be driving the Qinghe Sword Realm in hot pursuit. Qingquan Zhuozu can't escape at all, and it's even difficult to summon him."

"He is facing an ancient sword cultivator, Gou Wu in his prime state... Lao Gou! It's a ten-seater! If a flaw is caught, I'm afraid he will die on the spot!"

"And the Qinghe Sword World of this domain has shielded the fluctuations of the war to only a little bit."

"As for fighting? When has there been no fighting on Heting Mountain? Everyone is used to it."

"The five evil elders are crazy and know each other's strength thoroughly. As long as the one who was injured by the sword didn't run around and didn't report the trouble, there was no need to support him at all."

"so……"

Aunt Xiang shrugged.

So he died like that?

It's a little reasonable in the absurd, a little funny in the real.

But overall, it's still too miserable, just because of a foot-washer?

"Then what? Say it! Say it!"

"Your master is not always in the spiritual palace, is he?" Aunt Xiang suddenly asked.

"Yes……"

After Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, he suddenly realized.

No wonder Old Man Sang has no sense of presence in the Ling Palace. How dare he go to the Central Territory to cause trouble whenever he has free time?

I still remember that when I first met Mr. Sang, I was rushing to participate in the championship, but because I took medicine and became a weakling, I almost missed the time.

The old man Cao Li you meet on the road will make you suffer for eternity if you make a mistake!

Then during the "big events", is the time when Mr. Sang will occasionally return to the spiritual palace?

"But why are you bringing this up?" Xu Xiao was asked, but he knew that when he met Mr. Sang, it was already sixteen or seventeen years later in the current story.

Aunt Xiang sighed:

"Because Wuxiu went to the Eastern Region at that time and was not in Heting Mountain. This is also one of the direct reasons for the tragedy."

"After Lao Gou beheaded one old man, he took the body away without disturbing the other three old men."

"Shoushan climbed up from the mountain and sipped tea against the flowers. Panasonic shouted that he felt something was wrong. He closed the mountain to look for someone, but he couldn't find a clear spring to wash his feet. He immediately notified Wu Xiu."

"When Wu Xiu rushed back from the Eastern Region, it was already half a day later."

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes deeply, feeling that the bloody battle was right in front of him.

Only at this time did he deeply understand the attributes of space and the power of practitioners of ancient swords and fantasy swordsmanship.

Aunt Xiang held the wine glass and warmed her hands, her eyes a little sad:

"The master in white clothes could have led all the temporarily mobilized forces at the headquarters of the Holy Temple of Guizhe Holy Mountain in the Central Region to directly wipe out Heting Mountain."

"This includes white clothes, red clothes, holy guards from all over the country, and even the use of Tianji puppets to mobilize the power of the six departments."

"But Lao Gou is just an outsider after all. He was ostracized after many attempts to arrest Wu Xiu failed. Without sufficient evidence, he could only mobilize his men in white."

"But that's enough!"

Aunt Xiang shook her head and sneered, as if she was laughing at Gou Wuyue's stubbornness and lack of worthiness for him, and said:

"When Wu Xiu rushed to Heting Mountain, blood was flowing on the mountain and down the mountain, corpses were floating on the ground, and broken soldiers and weapons were missing."

"It was only after Lao Gou went up the mountain to find out that the 'Wuxiu' he had to deal with was not just the few people who surrounded and killed him, but a huge organization called 'Fen Qin'."

"Wuxiu, is not only the leader of the dark lord of the underground world, Burning Qin, but also one of the Five Evil Elders, Burning Qin and Cooking Crane!"

"The Fenqin Headquarters hidden in Heting Mountain alone has no less than tens of thousands of people. They are all intelligence workers, all of them are elites. As for the hands that are spread out and hidden in various parts of the five regions of the mainland, there are even more unknown numbers.

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"On the surface, there are only five evil elders in Heting Mountain. They fight with people every day and fight them off. It's so idle."

"Secretly, in the gray area of ​​the Central Territory, all matters of the dark forces, big and small, will be reported to Heting Mountain and will be sent out after being reviewed and approved by Fenqin Headquarters."

"Fen Qin is an invisible giant monster. It is at the feet of the Emperor, but it is blatantly delivering first-hand information to the Holy Slave."

"Its existence has directly supported the idealistic castle in the air that is the Holy Slave. It has led out to the Desert Ridge to the west, created the Half-Moon Residence to the south, penetrated into the Tianmeng to the north, and achieved success in the east within a few decades.

Shenyue Immortal City where ancient sword cultivators like Sword Tomb stand side by side!"

"Even after Fenqin was disintegrated, Storyteller only ate bits and pieces of it, and his 'teahouse' in the Central Region was able to persist until it recently collapsed."

"And my Yougui Pavilion also divided up a little bit of Fenqin, but it's not even the fur. It's already in its current state."

When Aunt Xiang talked about this, there was only deep awe in her peach blossom eyes.

She is not afraid of Ba Zunzhen because she knows Moon Palace Slave, but she is a little afraid of the old man Kusakasa who has almost no weaknesses.

Obviously we are not much different in age, but the reason why the old man looks old is because of hard work.

And to be able to endure a Taixu alchemy master like that, one can imagine that Wu Xiu's mission is heavier than hers as both an intelligence worker!

"call……"

After Xu Xiaoshou heard this, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He finally understood why the bald little old man sat firmly in the second-in-command position of the Holy Slave.

It can be said that without the Eight Masters, the Holy Slave is just an unopened sword, but without Sang Lao, it is not even a sword!

"No wonder the old man is the only one who dares to disagree with Bazunzun's ideals and even dares to break out. I thought he was being pretentious..."

"I thought he really just followed the chronological order, entered the Saint Slave, and took the second-in-command position..."

Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue and was amazed.
To be continued...