Chapter five hundred and fiftieth: The heart is lonely
Fanchuan felt extremely sad as he embarked on the road back to the Guzhen Sect again.
Since the journey from Muji City to the Guzhen Sect was not that far away, Fanchuan took Wanling and flew there. From the sky above Muji City towards the north, one could also enjoy the scenery on the ground along the way.
It is a kind of confirmation of nostalgia.
During the flight, Wan Ling hugged Fanchuan's waist tightly, poked her head out of Fanchuan's arms, looked at Fanchuan, and said, "Ms. sir, is there anyone I know in this Guzhen sect?"
Fanchuan thought for a moment, frowned and said, "Probably not, but I remember that Bai Pingren, Shen You, and Pu Xuan once stayed in the Guzhen Sect. I don't know if they are still in the Guzhen Sect now.
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"The three of them? Really? I haven't seen them for a long time..." Wan Ling said in surprise: "I think they should still be in the Guzhen Sect!"
"Well?" Fanchuan said in surprise: "Why are you so sure?"
Wan Ling pouted and said, "Think about it, how often does the Mountain God Gate at Yeyue Gate open? If the Mountain God Gate doesn't open, they will definitely have to stay in the Guzhen Sect."
Fanchuan smiled and said: "Have you forgotten what I told you before? The Mountain God Gate has been destroyed by Fuxian Qikang. Besides, you can also return to Yeyue Gate through the Xuanyin's retrograde passage.
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"Okay..." Wan Ling seemed a little disappointed.
Fanchuan touched Wan Ling's little head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, even if they are not in the Guzhen Sect, won't you be able to see them when we return to Yeyuemen? Besides, in my Guzhen Sect
My disciples are kind and approachable, which is great."
"Tch, you still call yourself my Guzhen Sect. You won't be able to come back even once in a hundred years. I'm afraid they have forgotten you!" Wan Ling said with a deliberate smile.
"Let's wait and see!" Fanchuan was very confident.
Soon, the two of them flew and arrived outside the main gate of the Guzhen Sect.
After landing, Fanchuan began to observe the changes in the Guzhen Sect. It was obviously different from before. Not only were there a few more cultivation disciples guarding the main gate, but the courtyard walls were also built much higher than before, and the defenses were significantly strengthened.
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Fanchuan calmed down his emotions, feeling a little hopeful and excited in his heart. After all, he had come back after so long. This was Fanchuan's own home. Going home was such a dazzling word for Fanchuan.
Wan Ling seemed to be very excited. He kept stopping and pointing: "Hey, Fanchuan, what do you think that is for? It's so high..." Wan Ling was looking at a person on the right side of the Guzhen Sect.
High tower.
Fanchuan looked at it, thought about it, and replied: "That should be the Sword Academy of the Guzhen Sect."
"Sword Academy? Why is the Sword Academy in the tower?" Wan Ling asked in confusion.
Fanchuan shook his head and said: "I don't know much about the details, but I have a disciple named Zheng Tang, and I heard that he seems to be in charge of the Sword Academy."
"Hey, can't you tell, you still have disciples." Wan Ling mocked her again.
Fanchuan shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "Hey, I can't help it, who makes us so heroic!"
"Go, go, don't look so pretty in front of me!"
The two people walked talking and laughing, and soon arrived at the main gate of the Guzhen Sect.
The cultivation disciples guarding the Guzhen Sect seemed to have noticed the arrival of Fanchuan and Wan Ling a long time ago, but only after Fanchuan and Wan Ling approached the main door did two of the cultivation disciples step forward.
"Who is here? What's the purpose of coming to our Guzhen Sect?" the guard cultivator asked while saluting.
Hearing the questions from the guarding cultivation disciples, Wan Ling seemed to have found an opportunity, and hurriedly laughed at Fanchuan: "Look, look, I just told you, I don't even know you anymore."
Fanchuan ignored Wan Ling, looked at the guarding cultivation disciple with a smile, and said slowly: "Brother, may I ask who your master is?"
Seeing that Fanchuan was very gentle and showed no ill intentions, the guarding cultivation disciple responded politely: "Oh, my master is Qiu Chen, the second largest disciple of the Guzhen Sect."
Hearing the name of an acquaintance, Fanchuan suddenly became interested and said: "Qiu Chen? Oh, please go and inform your master that his great uncle is back."
"My master's great uncle? Could it be that you are..."
"Don't make random guesses. Go and report it quickly. Go and report it quickly. By the way, I miss you, Master." Fanchuan said with a smile.
The guarding cultivation disciples seemed to have noticed something unusual about Fanchuan, so they quickly rushed back to the Guzhen Sect and went to report it.
Two cultivation disciples left to report that there were six cultivation disciples left outside the main gate. Fanchuan looked at one of them and asked: "Brother, may I ask who is in charge of the Guzhen Sect now?"
Woolen cloth?"
The cultivation disciple who was asked by Fanchuan seemed to be very polite, but he did not recognize Fanchuan, so he bowed slightly and saluted: "Back to you young hero, my uncle, the leader of the Guzhen Sect, is not here at the moment.
, All matters are fully decided by Master Zuo Yin and Second Master Uncle Qiu Chen. If the young hero comes to see my Master Uncle and Second Master Uncle Qiu Chen for something, please wait a moment..."
"Oh, okay, okay, it's okay, I just came back to take a look." Fanchuan said with a smile.
While waiting for a moment, Fanchuan recalled the scene when he first came to the Guzhen Sect. Now that he came back, it was completely different. At that time, he was just a small cultivator, but now he is an immortal, and he is still in the East Palace of the Immortal World.
The crown prince, this made Fanchuan sigh that time flies so quickly.
Not long after, Fanchuan heard familiar voices from the Guzhen Sect, and the voice seemed to be questioning the guarding cultivation disciples.
"You promise not to deceive me? Master's uncle, that is the master's uncle, do you know who it is? He has been away from here for many years, why is he suddenly back now? If you dare to deceive me, for
The teacher will never let you off lightly!"
Fanchuan naturally heard that these words must be Qiu Chen's tone.
Then I heard the guarding cultivation disciple respond in horror: "Master, I...I dare not deceive you. That man claimed to be your master-uncle, so I hurriedly came to report to you! But...
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"But what?" Qiu Chen asked.
Although the voice of the guarding cultivation disciple was low, Fanchuan heard it clearly, and he only heard him whisper: "But the man who calls himself your great uncle is... not an old man, but his hair is white, but
But his face is young, younger than you..."
"Go, get out of my way, Master! What I said is just a sign of respect for my uncle, Master of the Palm School. Do you understand, Kuchiki?"
"Yes, yes, what Master disciplines is..."
Fanchuan stood outside the main gate of the Guzhen Sect, listening to the conversation between the master and the disciple inside the main gate. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was in the way of the six cultivation disciples in front of him to avoid embarrassment.
But the more Fanchuan listened, the more he couldn't bear it anymore. In the end, Fanchuan had no choice but to face the main door of the Guzhen Sect, draw out a trace of immortal energy, and shout: "Qiu Chen, stop being so annoying, it's really me who's back."
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Because Fanchuan's shout was filled with immortal energy, it sounded extremely clear to others. Even if it was hundreds of miles away, it felt like he was shouting into the ear.
Sure enough, as soon as Fanchuan's shout came out, there was no conversation between Qiu Chen and his disciples in the Guzhen Sect. There were only the sounds of hurried footsteps. And Fanchuan noticed that there was not only the sound of Qiu Chen's hurried footsteps, but also the sound of Qiu Chen's footsteps.
After Fanchuan shouted, the entire Guzhen Sect seemed to be restless, and intermittent footsteps could be heard everywhere.
Fanchuan quickly closed his ears, fearing that he would be deafened by the footsteps.
After the shouting, only a moment later, Qiu Chen appeared at the main door with two disciples, and he also looked at Fanchuan.
Fanchuan looked at Qiu Chen and felt that he had not changed much, except for the slight wisps of beard growing on his lips. It was different from the cool and unrestrained look before. On the contrary, he felt much more mature and steady.
"Qiu Chen, long time no see." Fanchuan said with a smile.
However, Qiu Chen seemed to be frozen at this time and could not recover for a long time. Fortunately, the disciple next to him poked his shoulder, which made Qiu Chen suddenly wake up.
"Really...really the great uncle of the palm sect!" Qiu Chen almost exhausted all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs. At the same time, he ran towards Fanchuan.
Fanchuan was not shy and took a few steps towards Qiu Chen. The two grown men hugged each other tightly in an instant.
The hug lasted for a while, until Wan Ling on the side shouted "Hey, hey, hey", which made Qiu Chen let go of Fanchuan in embarrassment.
"Uh...Uncle Master Zhangpai, I...I'm so happy. I didn't expect you to really come back. It's a bit rude. I hope Uncle Master Zhangpai doesn't mind!" Qiu Chen's excitement seemed not to have receded yet as he spoke.
It turned out to be a bit disadvantageous.
"Haha..." Fanchuan said with a hearty smile: "Qiu Chen, Qiu Chen, there is no need to be so polite to me. Put aside the etiquette of the Guzhen Sect, you and I are good brothers, right?"
"Yes, yes..." Qiu Chen nodded, suddenly seemed to think of something, and quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, no, you are the sect master's uncle, don't joke like this... You came back suddenly, I...
I really have some..."
"Okay, okay." Fanchuan smiled and patted Qiu Chen's shoulder, and continued: "Speak carefully, it's not like I died and came back to life, why are you making such a fuss."
"No, no, uncle, I didn't mean that. It's just that you were captured at the Thanksgiving Conference in Muji City last time, and we all thought..."
"You all thought I was dead, right? No wonder, I almost returned to my position..." Fanchuan said with emotion.
Qiu Chen seemed to have noticed Fanchuan's long white hair, and asked aloud: "Uncle Zhangpai Master, where have you been these years? What's wrong with this hair..."
Fanchuan smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's okay not to mention it. We will talk about it later. As for this hair, when I was cultivating immortality, it became..."
"What?" Qiu Chen said in horror, "Could it be...that the palm sect master's uncle already has the body of an immortal?"
Fanchuan didn't want to hide it, so he smiled and nodded to confirm.
After receiving Fanchuan's confirmation, Qiu Chen became even more panicked. Seeing that he completely ignored his own image, he took the lead and knelt down on one knee in front of Fanchuan and said: "Congratulations to the great uncle of the Zhang Sect Master for his successful cultivation of immortality!"
Fanchuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he immediately helped Qiu Chen up and said, "Qiu Chen, what are you doing? What's the point of congratulations? Stop making trouble."
However, Qiu Chen was not listening to Fanchuan's words. Instead, he looked at the eight cultivation disciples guarding the main gate of the Guzhen Sect. Qiu Chen's face seemed a little ugly, and then he heard Qiu Chen facing the eight
A guarding cultivation disciple shouted: "All kneel down!"...