Chapter 1663 (1/2)

Whether it's Zhou Ding, the owner of the Zhou family, or the old monster who can't wait to leave the forbidden area, what they are trying to do is just the magic weapon of Huashan. However, no one knows what kind of powerful magic weapon is hidden in Huashan, which has gradually withered away. However, this magic tool can make so many people and so many forces covet him.

At the moment, the sky has already darkened down, although with the help of Ye Qian, Huashan has escaped a disaster, but now Huashan is still in name. The Huashan sect, which was originally small in number, is now only left with Taoist Zi Guang and Qian you.

Hao Huashan's establishment is a pity.

Now on Huashan Mountain, in the room of Taoist Zi Guang, ye Qian and Zi Guang are sitting opposite each other and talking by candle at night. As for others, they all go to deal with the aftermath of Huashan with Qian you. After all, so many people have died. Even if they are buried one by one, it will take some time.

”Shangxian...”

At the moment, the purple light doesn't look like the hair scattered there just now, but simply combs it. Sitting in front of Ye Qian, purple light is respectfully pouring tea for ye Qian. Where does that look like a little headmaster, it is more like a little fan brother.

And ye Qian's confusion has never been solved, he just looked at the purple light, puzzled look on his face.

Purple light naturally understood what ye Qian thought in his heart and laughed. He got up and came to his bedside. At the moment, purple light carefully took out one thing from his bedside and went back to Ye Qian again.

”I know the doubts in Shangxian's heart, but I think Shangxian should understand one or two after reading this scroll.”

Said the purple light Taoist is careful to spread out the scroll in his hand. From the paper of this painting scroll, it seems that it has been some years, and the paper has turned yellow. In this painting, there is a whole body image of a man holding colorful auspicious cloud sword and wearing white clothes like snow. His delicate facial features look so natural and unrestrained. Who is not ye Qian in this picture?

Looking at the picture, ye Qian gave a cold hiss: ”hiss...”

With a smile, Ziguang continued to explain: ”Shangxian, this painting scroll was painted by Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen, and then passed to Hao Datong, the founder of Huashan. Before his death, the founder of Chongyang had the last instruction that he asked people to come to Huashan with this painting scroll and set up a school. This painting scroll has been handed down from generation to generation. This is the mission that all the leaders of Huashan have passed on from generation to generation, that is, to wait for the people in the scroll to come. ”

With that, purple light looked at Ye Qian again: ”it's a pity to see that this mission has been accomplished in the disciple's generation. I'm lucky to be able to see Shangxian Xianjia. It's really worth this life.”

Said purple light to is old tears, seems to be from his eyes can see endless heartache.

But ye Qian was staring at the portrait and said strangely, ”Wang Chongyang? He was from the Song Dynasty. How could he expect me to come to Huashan

”Chongyang immortal master is the Supreme Master of martial arts and has profound magic power. How can he predict the future after thousands of years? Naturally, his disciples dare not speculate. But does the arrival of Shangxian mean that Chongyang's forefather's prediction is correct? ”

While saying, purple light's face suddenly burst out a trace of complacent smile.

And ye Qian asked again, ”it turns out that Hao Datong came to Huashan to establish a sect in those years. But I think it's more than that simple for you Huashan to wait for me to come. Is this related to the magic weapon in the mouth of Zhou family? ”

At the moment, I'm afraid that only the so-called magic weapon can make ye Qian think of.