In the dark room, a lamp is like a bean, swaying unsteadily.

Du Chong walked to the lamp and sat down, his angular face full of enthusiasm.

"One billion stone." The village man reminded while playing with the black mud.

Du Chong nodded, waved his hand, and dense Yuanshi shot out and landed on the ground.

The ground looked plain, but the Yuan stone fell into the ground, but disappeared in an extremely strange way.

Tianji Academy does not accept Yuanshi cards, but only accepts the real Yuanshi. Although Du Chong was here for the first time, he also knew this rule. Seeing Yuanshi disappear directly, his face did not change at all, and he continued to recruit Yuanshi from the inside of the storage container to the outside.

One billion yuan of stones was piled on the ground, and it took a quarter of an hour to fly out of the storage container. The ground was still empty and there was no change.

Du Chong looked at the lonely lamp in front of him, and his face showed an urgent look.

The faint lights gradually became brighter, and the lights gradually dissipated, turning into an extremely clear picture.

Above the picture is a turbulent river. On the top of the waves, a pair of young men and women stand.

The young man had a handsome face and tall figure, but his whole body exuded a ferocious beast-like aura, which was quite inconsistent with his slightly tender face. When he stood there, he was as sharp as a sword that was unsheathed.

The girl beside the boy has long legs and thin waists, and her figure is extremely hot. She is only half a head shorter than the boy, with starry eyes and a beautiful little face. She forms a perfect contrast with her hot figure. She is definitely a beauty that is hard to find in the world. However, the beautiful little face has a hint of coldness and pride.

The aura of the two people is that the young man is a third-level warrior, and the girl is a fourth-level warrior.

"Did they kill my master?" Du Chong turned his head and looked at the village man and said.

"The secret of heaven is unknown. I can't see what you can see, so don't ask me." The village man gently threw the black ball in his hand and said lazily.

"So that's it." Du Chong nodded.

The village man waved his hand gently, and the picture of the light flashed, turning into a ball of light and flew into Du Chong's eyebrows. Du Chong's face showed pain and he gritted his teeth hard.

The village man waved his hand again, and a trace of milky white light flew out from Du Chong's eyebrows, tangled into a ball in the air, turning into a small white smoke-shaped ball. Within the ball, there was a faint figure, which was vaguely Du Chong's appearance, but his eyes were closed.

At this moment, light wrinkles appeared on Du Chong's face, and the breath on his body also changed rapidly. In just a moment, the originally handsome and tall young man became a middle-aged man with a majestic expression.

"Okay!" The village man waved his hand, and the white smoke-like ball flew to his palm.

"From now on, as long as these two people appear within 100,000 miles of you, you can sense their position." The village man smiled.

Du Chong looked at the white light ball in the village man's hand, and the sound rang, but it became slightly dull. It was the voice of the standard middle-aged man: "What is this?"

"That's... it's your century-old life, the King of Evil Medicine!" The village man smiled slightly, opened his mouth and sucked it, and sucked the white light ball into his mouth.

Du Chong suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness and almost burst into tears. It seemed that something important had been cut off from his body.

After sucking off the white light ball, the village man's cheeks bulged slightly, as if he had become much younger, and his expression seemed to be extremely happy.

"Why, are you reluctant to let it go?" The village man smiled at Du Chong with a sad face.

"No. You can still bear to take revenge for your teacher, let alone a hundred years of life?" Du Chong shook his head and said, "I can't control my current appearance."

The village man nodded and smiled, "You can leave now!"

Du Chong nodded silently, stood up gently, and strode out.

...

Above the river, Du Chong slowly walked on the waves.

The mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and you can clearly see two figures above the lake of mental power. It was the tall boy with a handsome face and the stunning girl with long legs and thin waists.

However, there was no fluctuation in this picture, and it was obvious that the other party was not within 100,000 miles of him.

"Master, he is in a state of uncertainty, but most of the time, he will be within 100,000 miles of Taiyi City." Du Chong said in his heart, "The fall of Master should be within this range."

"This place is more than 100,000 miles away from Taiyi City. If I want to find these two people, I should still return to Taiyi City area."

"But before that, I need to go to Wushuang City first."

Du Chong stopped hesitating and turned to the river bank and headed towards Wushuang City.

Wushuang City is another ancient city in Xiaozhou, and it is also the gate of Wushuang Sect.

The mountain gate of Wushuang Sect is located in the center of Wushuang City, with a radius of thousands of miles, which is comparable to the mountain gate of Taiyi Sect.

Outside the mountain gate is an area where people outside the Wushuang Sect live.

In the past decade, a famous talented woman named Yan Qingmei has emerged in Wushuang Sect. She is not only a powerful sixth-level warrior, but also has excellent poetry and verses. Xiaozhou's literary style is the most prosperous. After Yan Qingmei's reputation has attracted a large number of literati and poets to gather in Wushuang City, and even the housing prices in Wushuang City have soared.

These literati and poets are not scholars who are powerless, but most of them are powerful warriors, including many old monsters who have lived in seclusion for hundreds of years. These people highly respect Yan Qingmei's talent, and Yan Qingmei is the second fairy of Qingshui.

Most of the scholars in Xiaozhou were elegant. These people gathered here and all had the intention of being favored by the beauty. However, Yan Qing's eyebrows were higher than the top and did not really take these people into consideration.

Many of Yan Qingmei's supporters are very famous, such as Du Chong, a great disciple of Taiyi Sect, is one of them.

There is a garden in Wushuang City, which is said to have been the residence of a high-level warrior. I don’t know who gave this garden to Yan Qingmei, and this place became the place where Yan Qingmei and literati and poets sing poems and essays. This famous garden has now been renamed Qingmei Garden.

Qingmei Garden occupies a hundred miles of space, and its inner talisman formation is everywhere, and its defense is as solid as a golden soup, which is even better than that in the Wushuang City Mountain Gate. After obtaining this famous garden, Yan Qingmei’s place where she lived for a long time was no longer within the Wushuang School Mountain Gate, but in this famous garden.

On weekdays, Yan Qingmei lives here with her sister Yan Qinghan, while her two brothers, the top two disciples of Wushuang Sect, still live in Wushuang Sect.

In Qingmei Garden, there is a thin lake under the Gushan Mountain. The lakeside is covered with bamboos, which hide a small pavilion. Aside from the pavilion, there is a pavilion. Inside the pavilion, Yan Qingmei sat opposite a middle-aged man.

"Du Chong, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be like this." Yan Qingmei looked at the majestic middle-aged man and said with a little sigh, "Is something wrong?"

"My master is dead, I want to avenge him." Du Chong said in a low voice.

"Is Xiao Baiyu dead?" Yan Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Du Chong deeply and said, "Then, have you gone to Tianji Academy?"

"Yes." Du Chong said.

"If your master is dead, death is retribution." Yan Qingmei smiled sarcastically, "A person like him should have died long ago! Is it worth it that you actually gave up your hundred-year life for him?"

"I was picked up by him from the pile of dead people, he raised me, and he has always been very nice to me." Du Chong said in a deep voice.

"Maybe it depends on your beauty!" Yan Qingmei said indifferently.

"You!" Du Chong's face darkened and said in a cold voice, "Yan Qingmei, don't talk too much!"

"Isn't it?" Yan Qingmei said lightly, "Xiao Baiyu's disciples are more beautiful than the other. Who doesn't know why?"

"Although Master has such a habit, he has never surpassed politeness to us disciples." Du Chong's eyes flashed, and he stared at Yan Qingmei and said, "Yan Qingmei, although I am your subordinate, if you say this again, Du will not be polite!"

"Do you want to fight with me?" Yan Qingmei said with a sarcastic smile.

Du Chong gritted his teeth hard and remained silent. Yan Qingmei's strength was terrible, so he naturally knew. When he fought with Yan Qingmei, he could only bring shame on himself.

"Tell me, why are you here to find me?" Yan Qingmei looked at Du Chong coldly.

"I want to ask you to help me avenge my master." Du Chong said in a low voice.

"How do you calculate the commission?" Yan Qingmei glanced at Du Chong and said, "I know, you just spent 100 billion yuan in Tianji Academy."

"No commission." Du Chong shook his head.

"No commission?" Yan Qingmei raised her eyebrows and said with a frosty face, "Du Chong, how many years have you been joining our Templar? Have you ever heard of the precedent of taking action without commission?"

"It has been fifteen years since my subordinates joined the Templars." Du Chong said in a low voice, "I have never heard of the precedent of taking action without commission."

"Hmph!" Yan Qingmei snorted coldly.

"But this time, things are different." Du Chong said in a deep voice.

"How is it different?" Yan Qingmei said coldly.

"A strong man who can kill my master should be enough to arouse your interest!" Du Chong said in a deep voice, "I know you have never taken a mission in the past ten years, but you have killed many people. For you, killing those powerful warriors who are stronger than you is the greatest pleasure."

"What's the fun of killing people?" Yan Qingmei said coldly, "If you kill an opponent who is weaker than you, is that still a killer? The rules of Templars, you cannot send strong people who are stronger than your opponent every time you perform a mission. Not only our Templars, but also the four major killer organizations are like this. Killers kill people is an art, and it is the same as poetry and songs. I'm just practicing."

"So that's it." Du Chong nodded, "Would you like to practice again?"

"The strong man who can kill Xiao Baiyu... should be challenging." Yan Qingmei pondered for a moment, and Xiumei raised her slightly, "Tell me what you know."

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Chapter completed!