ing swords: “According to my master, in the age of flying swords, sword techniques were divine. There was one particularly interesting technique, what do you think it could be Haha, that kind of sword...Fu Dongxu was still a little wary. When he saw this giant tree transform into a humanoid form and heard its voice, he relaxed.

"Fu Dongxu is here!"

The towering Treant suddenly whirled around, thudding heavily on the ground with every step. The force of his movements shook the very earth.

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"There are so many Buddhas here, it scared me." Ku Jue鬼 ghost whispered behind Fu Dongxu, "Who is this old geezer How dare he disrespect you like that I'm not looking for trouble... But in the Hanging Temple, no one dares to talk to me like this."

Fu Dongxu ignored him, strode forward a few steps, and bowed: "Elder."

The treant lowered its head and stared at Fu Dongxu for a while, its turquoise eyes devoid of any emotion.

Fu Dongxu's outstretched hand did not retract.

After a while, the treant split open from the middle, and a tall old man with white hair and youthful features stepped out.

It looked as if he pushed open an inward-hinged, semicircular door and stepped out of his "house".

And the treant just stood there, as if it had truly become a treehouse.

The room is empty.

Bitterness didn't immediately fan the flames because in this situation, it clearly didn't need his help.

This oddly arriving old man with crane hair walked in front of Fu Dongxu, looked at him again, and then said, "I am quite old. So old that no one remembers me anymore."

"You're joking," Fu Dongxu said. "Someone as respected and esteemed as you, who wouldn't remember"

The leader of the Mirror World Stage was now clearly acting differently, even bowing with the deference shown to someone younger. This showed that the visitor was of extremely high rank and held a position of great importance within the Jing Nation's hierarchy.

“Is that so” The old man with white hair still looked at him: “Then how could someone arbitrarily command my disciple, putting him in danger and making him disappear”

"Cough." Fu Dongxu reminded softly, "Mirror Stage has already briefed you all about this matter in advance. You all agreed and even proactively participated in formulating the plan, even going to Zhuang Guo to find Zhuang Gaoxian... This is how this thing came to fruition."

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The imposing manner of the old man with crane hair who was about to demand an explanation suddenly dissipated.

At this moment, I don't know how to pick it up again, nor do I know where to start.

I was so furious that I stormed out the door, determined to find whoever was responsible. I thought that no matter who it was, they would have to answer for this.

At this moment, I was suddenly struck with realization. Good heavens, it seems I have lost my disciple!

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When I left, I said I forgot something!

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The Crane-Hair Old Man stood there stiffly.

Although Fu Dongxu was also a true cultivator as a younger generation, he didn't want to take advantage of the situation and embarrass his senior cultivators. So, he remained silent as well.

After a gust of wind, the forest fell into an eerie silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

This is a test.

At least there's bitterness to be aware of.

He turned out from behind Fu Dongxu with passion, going straight to shake He Fa's hand: "Oh my! It's actually the venerable Cang!"

The old man with the crane's hair didn't notice at first, and his right hand was already grasped. Looking up, he saw a bald monk standing before him, and couldn't help but be startled: "Do you know me"

“How could I not know him” Ku Jue said with a hint of reproach: “He is the venerable Cang Ziran, highly respected and esteemed. How could I possibly not know him”

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"Excuse me, my memory isn't so good, perhaps I've been in seclusion too long..." The old man with crane-like hair asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Who might you be"

Fu Dongxu opened his mouth: “He is…”

"I, a humble seeker!" Ku Jue gripped Cang Shen's hand tightly and declared loudly: "Without a sect or school, merely an itinerant cultivator, now I am devoted wholeheartedly to the Dao."

You wear a monk's robes and have shaved your head, saying you are devoted to the Tao...

Even if Cang參 closed himself off in seclusion for eight hundred years, he wouldn't believe this.

"Have we met" he had to continue asking.

Ku Jue didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Though I haven't seen it before, I'm sure I'll see it often in the future!"

“Oh, my!” He shook his head. “I thought you were going to attack my friend, and I was about to fight you. Luckily, I held back. It’s like water flooding the Dragon King’s Temple, family not knowing family!”

Fu Dongxu quickly interjected, "I'm not friends with him at all! This monk is from Xiangkong Temple!"

"Aren't they all supposed to have left!" He glared angrily.

Fu Dongxu's heart was racing.

The Hanging Temple is truly a great name. This old monk uses it naturally whether he's using it or not!

Cao參 was stunned: “Family”

"Alas." Kuge was still holding onto his hand, tightly. "My apprentice is Jiang Wang, the one your apprentice captured. What a twist of fate! Now they've both disappeared. The two of us...aren't we in this together We suffer the same pain, share the same boat, and are practically family, aren't we As the saying goes, when mountains rise and waters flow, one might despair. But alas, no teacher can bear to see their apprentice in such peril!"

Cāngcān drew his hand back, a wry smile on his face: "So it's the Qi Bandit after all!"

"What is this all about!" Ku Jue exclaimed, "We are all fellow countrymen, even if we're far apart. We are all human beings, sharing the same sorrows, searching for disciples… what difference does it make whether we belong to different countries or sects Isn't that ridiculous Love knows no bounds, Dao friend!"

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"You make it sound so easy," Cang參 said, unfazed.

“Spoken lightly” Ku Jue sneered, “We as true cultivators, with our enlightened minds and proven hearts, could never speak lightly. If we can speak of it, we can do it! I left the Xuankong Temple precisely to rid myself of sectarian notions. Dare you abandon your sect We as true cultivators are free and unrestrained, why bother with sects National borders are the same! I dare to denounce Jiang Shu, do you dare denounce Ji Fengzhou”

Ji Fengzhou is the name given to the current Emperor Jing.

"I dare to scold Jiang Shu too!" said Cang參, after a moment's pause.

Ku Jue looked at him in surprise, apparently not expecting this person to be so intelligent.

Fu Dongxu could no longer stand to watch them chatter on. He stood up, his face cold, and placed himself between the two of them, staring at Ku Jue and saying, "Stop rambling here! The Celestial Being is magnanimous, but that doesn't mean you can be reckless!"

Kūju felt deeply hurt as she looked at Fǔdōngxù, “Why do you treat the two of us differently”

Fu Dongxu: ...

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Is this even a question You're sitting on which side of the fence, you have no idea!

Ku Jue moved half a step to the left, passing by Fu Dongxu, and said to Cang參: "Chasing after chasing people disappeared. I think my apprentice and your apprentice can be friends. You don't know each other until you fight!"

He hesitated for a moment: “We could also make friends!”

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"Perhaps it's because times have changed," Cang參 mumbled, finding himself unable to keep up with the monk's words. He turned to Fu Dongxu and asked, "What's going on with this guy"

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"I don't know either." Fu Dongxu shook his head and countered, "Then kill him"

"Is it convenient" Cang參 asked.

“I didn’t hear him say anything, he’s without a country or sect,” Fu Dongxu said. “He seems to be able to kill anyone at will.”

“Hey hey hey!” Ku Jue angrily said, “Is it reasonable to discuss assassinating me in front of my face! Murder goes against heaven and earth!”

Fu Dongxu silently stepped to the side, forming an angle with Cang參. He reached up and swept across the sky, as if covering it with a black cloth, and day turned into night.

He said in a gloomy voice, "Then let's cover the sky first."

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Ku Jue raised his hands and said, “I surrender! Jing Guo is the strongest nation in the world; it wouldn't do something as uncivilized as killing a surrendering soldier, would it”

Fu Dongxu saw that although he raised his hands high, his left hand held the Vajra Mudra and his right hand held the Fearless Mudra. There was no sincerity in surrender at all. He was just about to continue pounding him a few times when suddenly his heart moved. His left eye instantly crystallized, like glass, with dense runes flowing like waterfalls.

The faint trace of killing intent about him dissipated.

"Zhongshan Yanwen is here!" he said.

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