Capital.

Zhenwu Gate Ancestral Court.

In a small conference room, Lu Guichen sat upright on the Taishi chair made of pineapple wood, playing with a gold-plated invitation in his hand, with a playful look on his face.

Deputy head Li Chonghua and Chief Elder Wang Lingjun sat on the left and right sides of Lu Guichen, but the previous senior brother Xu Jing was not seen.

Although he returned from the eastern province and suffered great prestige, the elders and disciples suffered heavy casualties, the three of them did not have obvious depression and decadence.

Hundreds of years of development and accumulation have given them enough confidence and confidence.

As long as it is not in danger of destruction, as time goes by, Zhenwu Sect can recover sooner or later.

The rise and fall are the norm of hidden sects.

"Look at it."

Lu Guichen bounced his fingers, and the gold-hot invitation drew a straight line in the air and flew towards the deputy leader Li Chonghua.

Li Chonghua reached out to take the invitation and opened it. After reading the content above, a hint of understanding flashed across his elegant face.

"The Wuji Gate is going to hold a celebration for Chen Hanzhou and invite us to attend."

Lu Guichen sat casually, and his tone was even calmer: "Who would like to congratulate Master Chen on behalf of our Wuji Sect?"

"Don't look for me in this kind of thing!"

Wang Lingjun shook his head like a rattle: "When you use your butt, you know that Wujimen is not in good faith, so you must be the Hongmen Yan style. I am thin-skinned and anxious, and I can't do anything to endure humiliation."

So Lu Guichen's eyes fell on Li Chonghua.

Li Chonghua sighed and said helplessly: "I'll go."

"There are no more suitable candidates except you."

Lu Guichen spread his hands: "I want to go into seclusion and strive to break through Gangjin as soon as possible so as to avoid being dominated by Chen Hanzhou. Elder Wang is not interested in this kind of thing, so he can only rely on you."

Li Chonghua nodded, put the invitation in his arms, looked at Lu Guichen and asked seriously, "Sir, how far are you from Gangjin?"

Wang Lingjun put away his casual expression and turned his head to look at Lu Guichen.

"It's so close, far away."

Lu Guichen spit out eight words.

"It means, you haven't touched the opportunity for promotion yet?"

Li Chonghua frowned and then said directly: "For the sake of the sect, you may consider copying the path that the Supreme Elder once took."

The Supreme Elder he mentioned was actually Du Huaizhen.

Although Du Huaizhen left the Zhenwu Sect and founded the Yanhuang Wu Alliance, he did not completely cut off his relationship with the Zhenwu Sect and had always had the title of Supreme Elder.

"Let me imitate him?"

Lu Guichen's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp: "Impossible!"

"Now the Supreme Elder has escaped from the world and is far away from the world. It is impossible for him to return to Zhenwu Sect, but your knot is still untied?"

Li Chonghua frowned, and his words became more straightforward and sharp: "If you can't untie the knot of your heart, then Gangjin is destined to be the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water. It seems to be close at hand, but in fact it is out of reach."

"No need to tell me what to do!"

Lu Guichen threw down a sternly sentence, raised his sleeves, and walked out of the conference room without looking back.

Wang Lingjun held his forehead with his hands, and said in a weak voice: "Uncle Master, you know that the Supreme Elder is a taboo in the head's mind, why do you still stimulate him?"

Li Chonghua asked back: "Is what I said wrong?"

Wang Lingjun gestured with his hands: "You can change to a more tactful way..."

"You need to take severe medicine for serious illness."

Li Chonghua said calmly: "It is different from the past. We have no time to waste. If the leader cannot enter the realm of Gangjin, the Zhenwu Sect will be suppressed by the Wuji Sect for at least a hundred years!"

"One hundred years?"

Even though Wang Lingjun was so nervous, he was shocked by the number and stared at it, "Isn't it possible? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

"exaggerate?"

Li Chonghua was too lazy to explain how long he had thought before he came to the above conclusion, but said lightly: "It is not an exaggeration at all. Gangjin Wusheng has a long lifespan and it is easy to live a few hundred young people. Unless someone stronger than Chen Hanzhou appears, we can only breathe in the future."

“…”

Wang Lingjun was completely speechless.

Just thinking about the result, he felt suffocated and depressed.

"I kind of understand why the Supreme Elder just retired, and the Tianlong Sect and the Yaori Sect couldn't wait to jump out."

Wang Lingjun murmured: "Because I was suppressed too hard by the Supreme Elder before..."

The northern province, Longxiang City.

The headquarters of the Tianlong School.

The whole city was covered in mourning and tears were like rain.

When Xiao Shitong's body was carried back by the Tianlong Sect, the whole city fell into great sadness.

In the mourning hall that was arranged in advance, the deputy head Ji Hengqiu personally sorted out the remains of Xiao Shitong. Even though he was persistent in his heart, he couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

There are four great masters of Danjin in the Tianlong Sect, namely Xiao Shitong, Ji Hengqiu, Yin Changgeng and Wang Mu.

Among them, Ji Hengqiu acts the most low-key and rarely appears in public.

However, the weight is not light at all, and sometimes the influence even surpasses Yin Changgeng, the first director of the Chuangong Hall.

Ji Hengqiu's role is similar to that of Li Chonghua from Zhenwu Sect, and is equivalent to the steward of the Tianlong Sect. He is basically responsible for handling internal affairs.

Xiao Shitong is in charge of the outside and Ji Hengqiu is in charge of the inside. The two have clear division of labor and cooperation is endless.

The Tianlong Sect can have its current status, which is inseparable from the efforts of the two.

Therefore, after learning about Xiao Shitong's death, Ji Hengqiu was hit hard and seemed to have become more than teenagers overnight.

Next to the coffin, Yin Changgeng, Wang Mu, Qi Baichuan, Wu Chong and other elders stood with their heads down, with a very sad expression.

They did not shed tears because the tears had long since dried up.

Outside the mourning hall, many disciples of the Tianlong Sect knelt down in a large area, and their heart-wrenching crying sounded as if the sky had collapsed.

In fact, for the Tianlong Sect, Xiao Shitong's death is indeed no different from the falling sky.

Xiao Shitong was unmarried all his life and devoted all his energy to the Tianlong Sect. He is the soul and backbone of the Tianlong Sect, and also the Optimus Prime that supports the Tianlong Sect.

Now that Xiao Shitong is lost, the Tianlong Sect is equivalent to being drained from its soul and breaking its backbone.

Too tragic.

Ji Hengqiu mourned himself for a long time until his emotions calmed down slightly, and then he asked Yin Changgeng in a hoarse voice: "Will the leader have a lasting fate before his death?"

Yin Changgeng shook his head slowly: "The head of the sect just asked us to set off immediately and return to the northern province, and no other words were left."

Ji Hengqiu's eyes narrowed and he turned to Wang Mu: "What was the last thing the leader said?"

"The master said that life is a big dream, and the autumn cools down a few times. It is better to go back than to go back..."

Wang Muhu's eyes turned red, and he suppressed the grief and repeated Xiao Shitong's words before his death.

Ji Hengqiu was stunned.

An inevitable problem was suddenly placed in front of him.
Chapter completed!