Gusonzi immediately sat up straight, putting on a stern expression and behaving like a respectable elder. He said: "Young man, as a senior, I have to tell you a truth, it's best not to know things you shouldn't."
Zhang Ruochin walked closer and sat directly opposite Gu Songzi, staring at his aged eyes and saying, "What is it that should be known? What is it that shouldn't be known?"
"You shouldn't know, that's because your cultivation level is too low and it's not the time for you to know. Besides, you are too restless, so you shouldn't know either," Gu Songzi said.
Zhang Ruochin fell silent for a moment and said, "With my current cultivation, I'm not even qualified to know?"
"Not enough."
As Gu Songzi answered Zhang Ruochin, he sniffed his nose hard and said, "Qing Mo girl, how much longer are we going to wait? I think the meat is cooked through and the herbs are almost boiling. Shouldn't we start eating now?"
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Zhang Ruochin smiled. Gusongzi changed his words quickly, before he used to call Qingmo "little girl," but now he called her "Qingmo girl," there was even a flattering meaning.
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Qing Mo didn't look kindly upon Gu Songzi, saying: "Our young master has already said, you must tell us the secrets of your dead clan, or you won't get any soup."
"tsk tsk, I told you your cultivation is too low, you're not ready to know yet." Guson felt Qingmo was a bit stubborn, and sighed.
"Then let's ask a different question, Senior. What grudge do you have against the Wine Madman? That should be something you can tell us, right?" Zhang Ruochin said.
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Wu Song shook his head, his eyes taking on a strange look.
What if we add a pitcher of Longyan Wine, the eighth-ranked fiery liquor in the world? With meat, soup, and wine, there should be a story to go with it, right?
Zhang Ruochin took out a pot of Longyan Wine from his spatial ring, opened the lid of the wine pot, and placed it in front of Gusongzi.
The rich aroma of wine wafted out, causing Gushouzi's eyes to gleam with intense heat, and his tongue involuntarily licked his lips.
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Gusuzi lunged forward and reached for the wine jug, but came up empty. Zhang Ruochen had snatched it back first.
"Those are just old stories," Gus sighed. "What's there to say?"
Since it's ancient history, hundreds of years have already passed. What's there not to say? Should we really keep your grievances buried in the ground forever?
Zhang Ruochin was very curious about the reason. He felt that with Jiufeng's personality, he didn't seem like someone who would betray his friends. What was the reason that caused these two former sworn brothers to become enemies?
Could it be some misunderstanding?
If possible, I think it's best to help them clear up the misunderstanding.
Zhang Ruochin took out a spatial ring and placed it in front of Gusonzi, saying, "Adding another spatial ring should be enough, right?"
Gu Songzi grasped the space ring, releasing his spiritual energy into it to probe its internal space. His expression grew increasingly excited.
For an alchemist, a spatial ring is incredibly useful, capable of saving a great deal of unnecessary trouble.
"A spatial ring, is it really just used to trade a story and not owe me a favor? You wouldn't be thinking about the Holy Transformation Pill formula in my hands, would you?"
Gusuzi wasn't quite convinced by Zhang Ruochin. What kind of deal was this? There's no such thing as a free lunch in the world, right?
Zhang Ruochin took the soup poured by Qing Mo and said, "A story about a Saint of Alchemy is worth this price."
Gu Songzi, no longer having any reservations, put the spatial ring on his right little finger and took a good look at it. He was very pleased with it.
Then, he grabbed the Dragon Flame wine and drank it in one gulp. He looked up at the full moon in the sky, falling into endless memories. With a cold snort, he said: "A bullshit Dan Dao Saint Master! Six hundred years ago, he should have been called the Poison Dao Saint Master. The old man's mastery of poison dao is far greater than his mastery of dan dao."
Zhang Ruochin's expression moved, and he said, "You are really the Poison Dao Saint Master Ku Gongzi?"
"Six hundred years have passed, and Kunlun has produced generation after generation of talented individuals. The old man thought that the former name had long been forgotten by people. Hey hey, at your age, you actually know my true name, it's quite rare."
Gu Songzi felt a bit of goodwill towards Zhang Ruochin. A young junior actually knew his name, which brought him some joy in his heart.
Zhang Ruchen asked, "What happened six hundred years ago?"
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In that battle, the experts of the Bai Yue Divine Sect suffered heavy casualties, and even the sect leader fell. Of course, the Divine Sect had a deep foundation and did not completely perish. Some important figures survived, gathering the scattered disciples from all over the place and preparing to rebuild the Divine Sect. Among them were the sect leader's eldest disciple, Shi Qianjue, and his fourth disciple, Ling Xiu.
Zhang Ruochin's expression moved slightly, and he said, "The Demon Cult leader, Shi Qianjue."
Six hundred years ago, Shi Qianjue wasn't yet the leader of the sect. In fact, there were far more disciples who supported Ling Xiu among the followers. Among the six great disciples of the master, Ling Xiu had the highest talent and was also the master's own son, making him the best candidate for the next master.
Zhang Ruochin asked, "What happened next?"
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Zhang Ruochin asked, "At that time, Senior was a middle-aged elder, holding a not low position. On which side did Senior stand?"
"I don't want to stand on either side," Gusu said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy," Zhang Ruochen said.
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"Yes."
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"Looks like the senior will have to take sides!" Zhang Ruochin said.
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"So I immediately sent word to the Venerable Master's third disciple, Feng Zui Sheng, hoping he could come back and help me. Of the Venerable Master's six disciples, only these three were still alive, and Feng Zui Sheng had an extremely close relationship with both Shi Qian Jue and Ling Xiu. As long as he could return, even if he couldn't stop the conflict between Shi Qian Jue and Ling Xiu, at least he could save my family and clan."
Zhang Ruochen's expression shook, and he said, "Jiufengzi is the third disciple of the Devil Emperor, Feng Zui Sheng, known as the Wine Immortal?"
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But in Zhang Ruochin's imagination, 800 years ago, everyone regarded Feng Zui Sheng as a suave and romantic playboy. He seemed nothing like the drunkard.
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<<< "Wine Immortal? He's a liar, a coward. I messaged him after, he promised me he would definitely be able to save my family and tribe, so I saved Ling Xiu. But...but...when he arrived, all he brought before me was a pile of corpses, they were all dead, not a single survivor." >>>
A smile played on Gu Songzi's lips, but tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhang Ruchen fell silent, and after a long while, he said, "Perhaps he also has his own difficulties."
He told me that because of some things, he delayed his time. When he went to see Shi Qianjue, the person was already dead. I just want to know, we have such a good relationship, what else is more important than saving my family? I think he's afraid to take sides, afraid to offend Shi Qianjue, afraid of bringing danger upon himself, so he deliberately arrived so late.
Guson's emotions were running high, his teeth clenched tightly as anger flared within him.
Zhang Ruichen thought carefully. The Crazy Drunkard saying something unreliable was indeed possible, because this old fellow was truly very afraid of death.
At first, in order to save his life, he even knelt before Chi Yao and swore several poisonous oaths.
As a saint, or even the disciple of the Demon Emperor, to kneel before a woman who killed his master is indeed something hard to swallow.
Zhang Ruochin didn't know how to advise him. He asked, "What happened later? What happened to the Bai Yue Demon Cult? Why did Shi Qianjue become the leader, and Ling Xiu, who had more supporters, disappeared?"
Gusong shook his head and said, "After that incident, I was utterly despondent and left the Divine Sect. Later, I heard some things. It is said that the conflict between Ling Xiu and Shi Qianjue had already weakened the Divine Sect, and now it's in even more peril. Some families and sects in Zhongyu are planning to unite and destroy the Divine Sect, dividing its resources."
When the Divine Religion was facing extinction, Ling Xiu voluntarily gave up his claim to the position of Supreme Master. He renounced his cultivation on Wudi Mountain, and from then on, Shi Qianjue became the new Supreme Master. Ling Xiu secluded himself and never again interfered in the affairs of the religion.
"It is said that after becoming the leader, Shi Qianjue was also quite remorseful. He felt that brothers should not turn against each other like this, so he searched for the elixir of life all over the world, seeking out all the Saint Dao masters to cure Ling Xiu. Even Ling Xiu's daughter was enshrined as the Holy Maiden, holding a position second only to him within the sect. However, in my opinion, he is merely buying people's hearts." Gu Songzi snorted coldly.
He hated Gu Songzi with all his being, while Shi Qianjue was a sworn enemy.
Unfortunately, Shi Qianjue's cultivation is too high, I'm afraid he will never be able to avenge himself in his lifetime.
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