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Chapter 1800: The righteousness of the people!

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Back then, the hall was set up in white, with the main theme of the people.

What they practiced is also the sword of the people!

As soon as they practiced, they had the idea of ​​righteousness for the people.

If you cannot implement it, you will not be able to cultivate the Sword of the Celestial One!

In such a huge Hall of Reincarnation, only the White-Clothes Hall is the most pious!

This is not as good as the Huangwu Palace.

In this Beihen sky.

They wore swords and wore white cloth every day.

They are paying homage to their dead ancestors.

They are filled with sadness, but they are also full of pride.

Because their ancestors died for the sake of the people.

This is the most perfect destination for being a monk in the White Clothing Palace.

The Heavenly Sword Tiger, the Cangsheng Sword, and the White-Clothed Palace Master Jianxiao.

They pierced their swords and sat cross-legged in front of a stone statue.

This is a sword statue of Huang Cangsheng, which was shaped bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by monks in the White Clothing Palace.

This sword statue is filled with the respect of the monks in the White-Clothed Palace to Huang Cangsheng.

The king has unlocked his sword for 100,000 years, and my heart is still burning with my soul!

This statement has become a masterpiece of eternal sing.

Because they knew very well that when they returned to the Hall of Reincarnation in the future, they would remember this figure who blocked the Hall of Reincarnation with one sword.

When Chen Ran saw this scene, his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

"Third Master." He murmured.

He and him met by chance.

He and him are friends with each other.

What Huang Cangsheng owes the most is Chen Ran.

What Chen Ran owed the most at this time was Huang Cangsheng, and he would not be able to repay the rest of his life.

When the monks in the White Clothing Palace saw Chen Ran, they stood up one after another...org

Their eyes showed fanaticism and worry.

They didn't have a trace of strangeness to Chen Ran.

Because there was no Chen Ran, his White Clothing Palace might have been destroyed long ago.

Because without Chen Ran, the righteousness they believed in would be trampled on.

"Chen Zun!" they shouted respectfully.

This "Chen Zun" called out the greatest respect they had in their hearts.

Chen Ran trembled violently.

He doesn't think he has this qualification.

"I... don't deserve it." He spoke hoarsely.

However, Cangsheng Sword slapped Chen Ran on the shoulder.

"Before he died, Mr. Huang said that he could save you is his greatest pride in his life." He said in a low voice: "Be worship him and then continue walking! I hope you can take our White Clothing Hall to fight again in the cycle of reincarnation!"

Chen Ran's body shook violently.

He focused on the head.

He walked to the sword statue.

He said sadly: "Third Master, I saw your third most powerful style after the ancient times."

He knelt heavily, and a wine glass and a wine pot appeared in his hand.

He is full.

A cup to the third master!

A cup to the people!

He drank the last glass by himself.

"Fate is intertwined, cause and effect are entangled. When faced with a choice, when relatives and the people need me to save one side again, I, Chen Ran... are elected as the people!"

...

Huang Wu is home.

Zhuo Qingyun had no big wishes.

What he most wants to see is family harmony and family health.

He has a sister and a son.

Originally, he was worried about his son, but a man changed his son.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but his son could survive.

When he saw Zhuo Yao being captured by Chen Ran, he was heartbroken at that moment.

His son has grown up.

His son is sensible.

His son is willing to give to others.

At that moment, he was in pain, but it was also the proudest time in his life.

His son Zhuo Qingyun is not a waste, but a hero!

Of course, he turned white that day.

He lost half of his sustenance for the rest of his life.

"Brother, drink less." Zhuo Qingyi looked at Zhuo Qingyun, with sad eyes.

"Qingyi, do you think the little demon is still alive?" Zhuo Qingyun murmured, taking a sip of wine.

"Alive, you must still be alive." Zhuo Qingyi trembled fiercely.

"But I don't want him to live. Because of his life, he became a slave to reincarnation." Tears slid down Zhuo Qingyun's eyes.

Everyone knows this.

If Zhuo Yao is still alive, he will definitely become a slave to reincarnation.

Just like Shu Si, Chen Ran was heartbroken.

Chen Ran's figure gradually appeared.

He looked at Zhuo Qingyun, whose head was covered in white, and his eyes were filled with guilt.

He walked in front of Zhuo Qingyun.

Zhuo Qingyi trembled and his eyes became complicated.

"Uncle Zhuo, I'm sorry." Chen Ran said tremblingly, knelt down hard in front of him, bowed deeply, and touched the earth for a long time.

"Get up!" Zhuo Qingyun shouted fiercely.

He grabbed Chen Ran's shoulder tightly.

"My son saved you, and he didn't let you come here to kneel down!" His eyes were red.

Chen Ran looked up and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"From the future, you must live well even for the sake of the little demon! There is a part of your life!"

Zhuo Qingyun burst into tears, not complaining or hating.

Even if I feel in pain, I don’t want to blame the man in front of me.

Because of his son, he would never want to see this scene.

...

Facing Zhuo Qingyun, Chen Ran didn't say anything.

It’s not that I said nothing, but that nothing can relieve the pain in Zhuo Qingyun’s heart.
To be continued...