But when the old man thought of the situation at this time, he lamented and let it go.

After a few breaths, Yang Beihan opened his eyes in the fantasy dream. Wherever he entered his eyes, it was not the vast waterfall dragon gate in the Tongtian Martial Realm, but the main space of the fantasy dream.

That is where Chen Qiu is most often located.

Yang Beihan rubbed his heart and stood up from the ground. In this dream, the injuries that had been entangled with him for more than half a year seemed to be cured without hesitation.

He looked around. The black sand spiritual energy that was gathering like nebula and slowly rotated was shocking. On the other side of the platform among the spiritual energy, the shadows of Elder Beihan were shocked.

Among them, there were too many people he was familiar with.

"Qiu Buping, Ren Hao, Qu Xie, Wan Du, happy"

Yang Beihan stared at the sky list that had fallen in recent years was here.

Beside Qiu Buping, who was standing with a gun, there was also a white-haired old man holding a Juque heavy sword. He had strong muscles and bones, a solemn face, and a vicious body.

Being able to be on par with these masters is obviously not a simple character.

"These masters and seniors can be challenged by the elders."

Chen Qiu's voice appeared silently behind Yang Beihan, and along with it were the hand resting on Yang Beihan's shoulder.

He said to the shocked elder:

"Elder Beihan feels that losing to me is not decent, so he goes to find his favorite opponent and fight a good match. You have to get the decent you want.

If the elder thinks that these are not enough, there is still here."

As Chen Qiu finished speaking, the temporarily stored phantom of the warrior also appeared on the platform.

Zen Master Yuanwu holding a dragon Buddha stick, Ai Dachai wearing a parrot green robe, Yang Tao holding a fallen moon piano, Wujiujiuzi wearing a mask, and Yue girl Aqing holding a green jade bamboo sword.

These experts on the Heavenly List that Chen Qiu encountered all have phantoms in the sword jade.

He observed Yang Beihan's expression.

The elder looked at him, but he had no special expression. He seemed that the world-class warriors in front of him could not satisfy him.

Chen Qiu knew it in his heart.

"It seems that the opponent the elder wants is not them."

He leaned into Yang Beihan's ear and said:

"I probably guess who the elder wants is the opponent."

"Buzz"

A gentle energy dissipated, and the temporary phantoms dissipated, and replaced by a man in a black robe, a scholar's bun, and empty hands, like a well-educated man.

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Zhang Moye.

When he saw him, the expression on Yang Beihan's face was quite complicated.

He was silent for a few breaths.

I bowed to Chen Qiu, which is considered thanks.

explain:

"For your intention, I will tell you the lottery ticket you want now, I will tell you who the owner of Yinlou is, I can't find out.

I have never confirmed where he is.

But according to my verification over the years, the man should be moving around the Jiangnan area, near Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the real headquarter of the Hidden Building is also there."

"Shen Daxia, you leave first.

I want to talk to the old sect leader, and then I will have a conversation like I did more than ten years ago, and I don’t want anyone to watch, okay?”

"I'm afraid this can't be done."

Chen Qiu spread his hands and said:

"As soon as you enter this dream, all changes are in my heart. The elder doesn't have to care about me. I will not reveal a single point of the grudge between you and the two of you today.

Also, elder, don't call me a hero.

This made me feel that the elder was mocking me.”

Chen Qiu, who received the news of Yinlou, took a silent step back, and his figure dissipated in the dream, as if it had disappeared.

But his thoughts enveloped here, quietly watching the parting of the master and servant.

In many stories and stories that Shen Qiu has heard and read, people or gods who are powerful enough to be omniscient and omnipotent like to appear in the form of an old man.

The elderly always understand a lot of truths, and experience the world will always develop various insights.

Wrinkles, eyes, and even old smiles are symbols of wisdom.

Unfortunately, in the real world, the old men are not all omniscient.

Not all omnipotent.

No matter how stubborn or strong a person is, he will become gentle once he grows old.

Just like Yang Beihan now.

"The Master of the Sect."

In the space where only him and Zhang Moye's phantoms were located, Elder Beihan did not take action immediately. In the silent silence, he seemed to have removed all the anti-counterfeiting of his heart.

With the most original attitude, he bowed to the old sect leader who had followed him for his life and said:

"It has been more than ten years since you left. Old man, I have a lot of words in my heart, it's been too long."

"You left too suddenly. My wife died seriously ill and I knew that the sect leader was in pain. He stubbornly thought that he was incompetent, so he could suppress the world.

Still can't save his beloved wife's life.

The old man tried hard to persuade him, but still couldn't resolve the central knot of the sect leader.

But the sect leader shouldn't have, and he shouldn't have left me alone. Do you know that on the day you left, Zhang Chu, Zhang Lan, and the two children repeatedly asked my father where he went.

How do you ask the old man to explain the excuse to them?"

Yang Beihan sighed and said:

"The leader of the sect has been busy with major issues and saving his wife. The two children were raised by me since I was a child. Although I have no blood relationship, I still look like my parents and children.

I really can't bear to see them just lost their mother and their father.

Sect Master, you are walking freely, as always, but you threw this hot potato to the old man. I can only tell them, Sect Master, you are preparing for a big event and you are not allowed to make a statement.

Since then, Zhang Chu's mind and nature have changed drastically.

He was determined to become stronger and to help his worshipped father with great fist events.

And the more sensitive Mr. Zhang Lan has been sad since then, and has embarked on the road of seeking you in the world."

Speaking of this, Elder Beihan seemed to be exhausted.

He shook his head and stopped talking about this.

It's like the old man's nagging complaints.

He raised his head, looked at Zhang Moye's phantom with a calm expression in front of him, and said again:

"Old man, I have been following the sect leader since I was young, and I was just a person who was not aware of the story. Fortunately, the sect leader valued it and taught me the wonderful skills and became a master of the world.

My life is like the sunflower flowers chasing the sun.

Following the sect leader, looking up at the sect leader's back, walking behind the sect leader, claiming to be loyal.

If I want me to keep going like this.

I am willing, too.

I am willing to live in the shadow of the sect leader in this life, and follow the sect leader to fight the world and gain a glimpse of the highest martial arts.

This is my martial arts.”

Yang Beihan pulled out the black sword inserted there from his feet, and he said to Zhang Moye's phantom:

"But being strong with the strong will also decline because the strong fall. Once the sect leader leaves, my martial arts will be destroyed.

For more than ten years, martial arts have not improved.

After thinking about it, I really can't be considered a strong mood when I act like this.

He even called a master of his generation.

Since this martial art was taught by the sect master, it was destroyed in the hands of the sect master today, which was also considered a cause and abortion, and there was no regret in life.

It is a lucky thing to be able to truly be yourself in this last day.

To be honest, I have been the elder of the Seven Quarter Sect for most of my life.

It's quite boring."

All the things Elder Beihan wants to say are finished.
To be continued...