Chapter 20 Return to the clan

Author: Go fishing in the mountains

Chapter 20 Return to the clan

With the third uncle and grandpa here holding the battle, all the disciples felt deeply at ease and started discussing for a while.

"Around Dingzhou City, the only ones who are capable of fighting us are the Iron Sword Sect and the Red Lotus Sect. If nothing else, it must be them!"

The Nanzhen Spiritual Domain is vast, with countless monks, cities, and sects. Dingzhou City is just a small city among them.

Around Dingzhou City, several sects are of equal size. Among them, Donglai Sect, Iron Sword Sect, and Honglian Sect have been standing as a tripartite for many years. The number of disciples in the sects and their combat power are almost the same. There are many open and covert fights on weekdays, but the number of such large-scale attacks and killings has increased.

Not much.

In the final analysis, it was because he was afraid of falling into trouble and being surrounded by the combined efforts of the other two sects.

"It's probably those guys from Iron Sword Sect. We smashed their place two days ago!" someone said through gritted teeth.

Faced with the numerous discussions, Zhao Huaiqing, the leader of Chaoyang Peak, coughed twice, and everyone fell silent instantly.

The third uncle's voice was hoarse and he said quietly: "This matter is serious, and the sect will definitely investigate and get to the bottom of it. The most important thing right now is not to discuss it here, but to return to the sect first."

As the person with the highest seniority and the highest combat power present, the third uncle must lead everyone.

Hearing the third uncle and grandpa speak, the disciples nodded in agreement.

The disciple driving the flying boat was only slightly injured. He looked at the flying boat on the side and saw that it was already scarred. He sighed: "The flying boat was affected by the battle and it is difficult to take off."

The third uncle and grandpa said: "It doesn't matter, I brought the Noble Phantasm of Flying."

After saying that, the third uncle and grandpa took out a piece of white paper from his arms and threw it out, making a hand and saying it silently.

The white paper folds itself in the air, forming the shape of a paper crane, lifelike.

Then it continued to grow in size, enough to carry many people on it.

A few well-meaning disciples cut off the stumps and arms of fellow disciples, dug holes and buried them, so that they could be laid to rest.

A group of disciples slowly walked onto the paper crane's back.

During this time, the third uncle and grandpa took out the bronze mirror and reflected the surroundings one by one into the bronze mirror.

This attack and murder is a major event for the Donglai Sect. After returning, we must carefully study the situation there.

The third uncle and grandpa lamented, and took away the intact corpses of the two disciples using a treasure storage device.

Although many disciples die unexpectedly every year, it makes people sigh every time it happens.

The world of monks is so cruel.

By the way, take away the corpse of the witch cultivator.

Seeing everyone get on the paper crane, the third uncle and grandpa said to the bronze mirror: "This is the situation, we are ready to return to the city."

…

Along the way, the paper crane flew in the air, with the third uncle and grandpa sitting in front, flying smoothly.

After experiencing a great battle, everyone felt heavy-hearted, extremely tired, and silent.

The third uncle and grandpa asked Lin Qingyi and Han Ling'er about the specific situation. When asked about the battle with the witch cultivator, Zhao Tianyuan interrupted and said, "It's all the credit of Senior Sister Lin." The description of the scene was so vivid that spitting stars flew everywhere.

All credit goes to Lin Qingyi.

The disciples present said "Oh" as if they suddenly understood, and kept praising Senior Sister Lin for her power!

Fortunately, Senior Sister Lin was here, otherwise they would have been lost.

Lin Qingyi was smart and knew that Zhao Tianyuan did not want to expose the secret between him and Zhu Wudi, so he acquiesced.

Soon, the paper crane carried everyone back to Donglai Sect.

Go to the foot of Donglaizong Mountain.

The leader of the sect, Taoist Ziyun, looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with a solemn face and a long robe, and came out to greet everyone in person.

Next to it are the two peak masters.

Zhao Tianyuan looked at this carefully and found that Qin Yao, the master of Danlu Peak, was actually a child;

He probably took too much medicine, Zhao Tianyuan guessed.

Nowadays, he has only been exposed to the alchemy path for a short time, and he only knows about ordinary elixirs such as the Body Tempering Pill, but he knows with his ass that as he goes higher, there will be all kinds of elixirs.

The leader of Changqi Peak, Yu Qiushui, is a beautiful young woman with a round face and delicate eyebrows. She is wearing a white robe, which still cannot hide her graceful figure.

Sister Hua had no choice but to be good.

That's great. Zhao Tianyuan choked up.

Strange to say, the peak masters of Donglai Zongsan Peak each have their own characteristics.

The third uncle's grandfather is a rickety old man in a gray robe. He smiles like "Jie Jie Jie Jie;"

Qin Yao from Danlu Peak looks like a child, quirky;

The master of Changqi Peak is a mellow and attractive woman.

Only Ziyun Taoist, who has an immortal spirit, is full of righteousness and looks normal.

Behind these three people, there is a row of sect disciples who are well-positioned, ready to receive the wounded.

The paper crane fell and everyone came to the mountain gate.

Taoist Ziyun said in a deep voice:

"All disciples who are slightly injured will be treated peacefully in their respective peaks; those who are seriously injured will go to the pharmacy for medical treatment."

"The sect will definitely make the decision for you in this matter!"

Ziyun Taoist's words are concise, concise and impactful.

All the disciples burst into tears of gratitude and bowed to thank him.

Immediately, the injured disciples were helped one by one and went to seek medical treatment.

Although Zhao Tianyuan's energy and blood were greatly depleted, he was not actually seriously injured, just a broken leg. His third uncle and grandfather had already helped him set the bones and took the elixir, so he only needed to rest.

A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse, so you should go back to the small shabby courtyard. Zhao Tianyuan said in his heart.

The world is big, but he feels most at ease only in a small broken courtyard.

Anyway, even if you break your leg, it will not delay your practice.

Because Zhu Wudi was not seriously injured, after recovering, the little piglet attacks the foundation building realm, and his strength will definitely increase.

Zhao Tianyuan hugged Zhu Wudi and prepared to jump back to his small courtyard on one leg to recuperate.

At this time, little lolita Han Ling'er stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you have trouble walking, let me help you go back!"

rub!

rub!

Rub rub!

The injured male cultivators who were already lying on the stretchers all looked here in unison, their eyes as sharp as knives, as if they wanted to chop Zhao Tianyuan alive.

It’s weird, what’s going on with this guy!

Whether it's the superior Senior Sister Lin or the beloved Junior Sister Han Ling'er, why do they all seem to have some connection with him?

He is just a handyman disciple, not the genius of the Three Peaks!

Zhao Tianyuan felt a thump in his heart, because among the many eyes, there was one with sharper eyes, which made him frightened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was Yu Qiushui, the master of Changqi Peak.

Could it be that Master Yu Peak thinks I want to poach someone? Zhao Tianyuan asked in his heart.

He didn't care about the eyes of these ordinary disciples, but the feeling of being stared at by the peak master was really uncomfortable.

A male cultivator who was seriously injured climbed off the stretcher, came forward and said, "Ahem! Junior Sister Han, I don't need to trouble you about this, I'll do it!"

"Ahem!"

After coughing twice in succession, the male cultivator vomited blood, but still insisted on supporting Zhao Tianyuan and sending him back.

Zhao Tianyuan borrowed the donkey from the slope and put his hand on it, and then he felt that the eyes around him softened.

Da da da.

Zhu Wudi followed behind, and the two of them and one pig marched hard towards the small dilapidated courtyard.

On the way, Zhao Tianyuan whispered: "Brother, you have vomited two kilograms of blood. Can you walk back by yourself in a while?"

The male cultivator said fiercely: "Even if you pass out on the road, I can't let Junior Sister Han fall into your trap!"

Zhao Tianyuan:......

There are no outsiders in the sect’s senior brothers, so why is this?!
Chapter completed!