Chapter 1322: Washing Feet Leads to Eternal Regret, Burning the Zither Ends in a Moment

"Later..."

"After the first battle, the identity of Wuxiu Jinzhao's descendant was known to the Holy Temple."

"Lao Gou came to the Holy Palace, but learned that he was just a traitor from the Holy Palace, and there was no follow-up."

"He continued to trace the traces of Shuo Xiu, but to no avail."

Speaking of this, Aunt Xiang glanced at the sick man opposite who didn't know what to think, and changed the subject:

"On Heting Mountain, the Five Evil Elders have been dominant for many years and finally suffered their first defeat."

"Sipping tea at the flower, I was defeated by a little-known Taixu old man, and was almost killed. This incident alarmed the Central Region."

"More people responded to the invitation and rushed to Heting Mountain. It was also a grand event that year."

"The fighting continued one after another. It must have lasted for several months. The remaining four of the Five Elders of Shaqing fought, and none of them lost."

"Someone made a special appointment to sip tea with flowers. It stands to reason that even if you suffer a defeat, you can recover in a few days, let alone a few months."

"With no excuse for not fighting, Hua Chuocha attacked again. However, after a few days and repeated consumption, he suffered another defeat."

"The myth of invincibility has finally been shattered. The heroes of the Central Region have risen together to challenge the Five Elders, sipping tea at the flowers but never leaving again."

Xu Xiaoshou had already understood, and he knocked on the table and said: "It was not someone else who hurt him, and it was actually not Taixu who caused his defeat, but Lao Gou, or the sword wound he left?"

"That's right. The real injury left by Mo Jianshu affected Xihua's ability to sip tea. He will not be able to recover for three to five years."

"It's a pity that he doesn't have that much time."

Aunt Xiang sighed, with a hint of ridicule on her face, and whispered:

"Lao Gou has been silent for a long time since the battle with Wuxiu. Instead, he is not so anxious and his pace has slowed down a lot."

"The news of the defeat of the Five Evil Elders reached his ears. Maybe it was for a fight, maybe it was just out of interest, I don't know."

"I think that after hearing the name of Heting Mountain for so many years, my tense heart was loosened. Maybe Lao Gou just wanted to relax, so he chose to worship the mountain one day."

"Perhaps God made a joke. When he left, the sun was rising, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining brightly. At the foot of Heting Mountain, there was a man washing his feet with great enthusiasm."

Mi Zaoquan?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned slightly, feeling something familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But that wasn't the point. He continued to listen attentively.

"How sensitive is the ancient sword cultivator to aura?"

"Even if this person has a different appearance and height, how could Lao Gou not remember the people who besieged him with Wu Xiu at that time? He drew his sword on the spot!"

"If you can't kill five against one, how can you lose against one against one?"

"At the foot of Heting Mountain, the elk have long been stained with blood."

"At noon during the war, Qingquan Zuozu, one of the Five Evil Elders... died!"

Cause of death: Foot washing?

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little funny despite his sadness. Isn't this really a rumored joke?

He twitched the corners of his mouth and asked hurriedly: "Where are the others?"

"You can laugh if you want!"

Although she was talking about a sad past, Aunt Xiang couldn't help laughing at the moment, and said with a strange smile on her lips:

"Lao Gou should be driving the Qinghe Sword Realm in hot pursuit. Qingquan Zhuozu can't escape at all, and it's even difficult to summon him."

"He is facing an ancient sword cultivator, Gou Wu in his prime state... Lao Gou! It's the Tenth Sword Master! If he catches a flaw, he will probably die on the spot!"

"And the Qinghe Sword World of this domain has shielded the fluctuations of the war to only a little bit."

"As for fighting? When has there been no fighting on Heting Mountain? Everyone is used to it."

"The five evil elders are crazy and know each other's strength thoroughly. As long as Duihua, who was injured by the sword, doesn't run around and doesn't call for trouble, there is no need to support him at all."

"so……"

Aunt Xiang shrugged.

So he died like that?

It's a little reasonable in the absurd, a little funny in the real.

But overall, it's still too miserable, just because of a foot-washer?

"Then what? Say it! Say it!"

"Your master is not always in the Ling Palace, is he?" Aunt Xiang asked suddenly.

"Yes……"

After Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, he suddenly realized.

No wonder Old Man Sang has no sense of presence in the Spiritual Palace. How dare he go to the Central Territory to cause trouble whenever he has free time?

I still remember that when I first met Mr. Sang, I was rushing to participate in the championship, but I almost missed the time because I became a weakling due to taking medicine.

The old man Caoli met on the road, one misstep will lead to eternal hatred!

Then during the "big events", is the time when Mr. Sang will occasionally return to the spiritual palace?

"But why are you bringing this up?" Xu Xiao was asked, but he knew that when he met Mr. Sang, it was already sixteen or seventeen years later in the current story.

Aunt Xiang sighed:

"Because Wuxiu went to the Eastern Region at that time and was not in Heting Mountain. This is also one of the direct reasons for the tragedy."

"After Lao Gou beheaded one old man, he took the body away without disturbing the other three old men."

"Shou Shan stood up from the mountain, sipped tea from the flowers, and drank from Panasonic. He felt something was wrong. He closed the mountain to look for someone, but couldn't find Qingquan Zuozu, so he notified Wuxiu immediately."

"When Wuxiu rushed back from the Eastern Region, he was already a little old."

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes deeply, feeling that the bloody battle was right in front of him.

Only at this time did he deeply understand the attributes of space and the power of practitioners of ancient swords and fantasy swordsmanship.

Aunt Xiang held the wine glass and warmed her hands, her eyes a little sad:

"The master in white clothes could have led all the temporarily mobilized forces at the headquarters of the Holy Temple of Guizhe Holy Mountain in the Central Region to directly wipe out Heting Mountain."

"This includes white clothes, red clothes, holy guards from various places, and even borrowing Tianji puppets to mobilize the power of the six departments."

"But Lao Gou is just an outsider after all. He was ostracized after many attempts to arrest Wu Xiu failed. Without sufficient evidence, he could only mobilize his men in white."

"But that's enough!"

Aunt Xiang shook her head and sneered, as if she was laughing at Gou Wuyue's stubbornness and unworthiness, and said:

"When Wu Xiu rushed to Heting Mountain, blood was flowing on the mountain and down the mountain, corpses were floating on the ground, and soldiers were broken."

"Lao Gou didn't know until he went up the mountain to fight that the 'Wuxiu' he had to deal with was not just the few people who surrounded and killed him, but a huge organization called 'Fen Qin'."

"Wuxiu, is not only the leader of the dark lord of the underground world, 'Burning Qin', but also one of the five evil elders, Burning Qin and Cooking Crane!"

"The Fenqin Headquarters hidden in Heting Mountain alone has no less than tens of thousands of people. They are all intelligence staff, all of them are elites. As for the hands that are spread out and hidden in various parts of the five regions of the mainland, there are even more unknown numbers. !”

"On the surface, there are only five evil elders in Heting Mountain. They fight with people every day and fight them off. It's so idle."

"Secretly, all matters, big and small, in the gray areas of the Central Territory and the dark forces will be reported to Heting Mountain, and will be sent out after being reviewed and approved by Fenqin Headquarters."

"Fen Qin is an invisible giant monster. It is at the feet of the Emperor, but it is blatantly delivering first-hand information to the Holy Slave."

"Its existence has directly supported the idealistic castle in the air that is Saint Slave. It has led out to the Desert Ridge to the west, created the Half-Moon Residence to the south, penetrated into the Tianmeng to the north, and achieved success in the east within a few decades. Shenyue Immortal City where ancient sword cultivators such as Jianzhong stand side by side!”

"Even after Fenqin was disintegrated, Storyteller only ate bits and pieces of it, and his 'teahouse' in the Central Territory was able to persist until it recently collapsed."

"And my Yougui Pavilion also divided up a little bit of Fenqin, but it's not even the fur. It's already in its current state."

When Aunt Xiang talked about this, there was only deep awe in her peach blossom eyes.

She was not afraid of Ba Zunzhen because she knew Yuegong Slave, but she was a little afraid of the old man Kusakasa who had almost no weaknesses.

Obviously we are not much different in age, but the reason why the old man looks old is all because of hard work.

And to be able to endure a Taixu alchemy master like that, one can imagine that Wu Xiu's mission is heavier than hers as both an intelligence worker!

"call……"

After Xu Xiaoshou heard this, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He finally understood why the bald little old man sat firmly in the second-in-command position of the Holy Slave.

It can be said that without the Eight Masters, the Holy Slave is just an unedited sword, but without Sang Lao, it is not even a sword!

"No wonder the old man is the only one who dares to disagree with Bazunzun's ideals and even dares to break out. I thought he was being pretentious..."

"I thought he really just followed the chronological order, entered the Saint Slave, and took the second-in-command position..."

Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue and was amazed.

Suddenly, he thought of the apprenticeship night again, and the "Cage Theory" that Old Man Sang told him while pointing at Ehu Lake.

At that moment, it was just nonsense.

At this moment, Siyi was also shocked.

Yes, if Sang is simple, he can point to a lake and say those extremely profound words?

Thinking about it now, that is simply the most penetrating commentary on the current situation in mainland China!

And not only did he dare to say this, he also dared to do it.

Under the emperor's feet, he is so blatant that even the white-robed Taoist master can be invited to kill him.

He almost single-handedly trapped Guizhe Holy Mountain into the lake world he created, allowing his enemies to enjoy blind "cage justice"!

"It's a pity. It's just a little bit worse. It's all the fault of the footwasher..."

Xu Xiaoshou secretly said that he would not wash in the morning or in the evening, but he did it when Gou Wuyue was worshiping the mountain.

What is washed away with this wash is not athlete's foot, but at least a hundred years of history in the Holy Continent!

"So what's next, after Wu Xiu arrives, how is the progress?" Xu Xiaoshou came back to his senses and asked.

Aunt Xiang smiled silently and said: "The following is a combination of all the versions you have heard of. The sleeveless battle against Lao Gou, killing everyone in the dark."

"Actually, he only came in midfield. Lao Gou lost his trust. It was a bit difficult just to adjust people, and too much time was wasted."

"When he arrived, the other three elders were still fighting bloody battles, but there was no way they could save themselves."

"The situation was over. His best approach at that time was to use the small world to protect most of the intelligence personnel, and use the time when the three old men were fighting against the old man to retreat quickly in order to make a comeback."

"With his ability, he can protect those elites."

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head after hearing this: "He won't retreat!"

Although Mr. Sang seems to be a bit unfeeling to outsiders...oh, it's not "like", it's "is", but Jinzhao's lineage has this urine quality: to protect shortcomings.

He could save so many people in Heting Mountain, but he couldn't save the three brothers?

There is a high probability that the final development of the story will be that Sang Lao fights Gou Wuyue alone, while the three elders keep the elite troops from the rear and evacuate.

"You should have guessed that Wuxiu, that is, your master Sang Qiye did not run away and chose to challenge Lao Gou."

"That battle was so devastating that Heting Mountain could not recover its aura for decades, and was completely reduced to a mediocre mountain. It can be said to be the first battle for a semi-saint."

"But there's still no win or loss, it's just so hopeless."

Aunt Xiang clapped her hands, spread them out, and said helplessly:

"Two people, once again both sides suffer losses, this time it's even worse."

"Your master fought his way out of the enemy and became famous in one battle. He pierced through the chest and almost crippled Lao Gou, causing his half-step process of canonization to become a distant prospect."

"Of course, Lao Gou didn't let your master have an easy time either. He hurt his foundation and destroyed his cultivation. People can escape, but some things must be left behind."

"So far, the two geniuses have completely fallen. They have been silent for decades and have been completely surpassed by everyone of their time. It is really... the end of heroes!"

After a pause, Aunt Xiang seemed to think of something and burst out laughing:

"Xu Xiaoshou, do you know!"

"The funniest thing is that sixteen years have passed. They should have been locked up in the Dead Sea together. I wonder if they will fall in love with each other... Hehe, Aunt Xiang is laughing to death!"

Aunt Xiang laughed so hard that she shook with laughter, holding her chest, and tears were about to flow out.

Maybe this is the fate!

The joke that God played back then started with foot washing water and ended with Dead Sea water.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. Lao Gou was still in the Dead Sea. This guy must have had a hard time, right?

When Aunt Xiang wiped the tears from her eyes and her laughter almost subsided, he asked again:

"What about the others? What about the other three of the five elders? Did they escape?"

Aunt Xiang lost her smile and became a little embarrassed: "Xu Xiaoshou, this is actually a sad story..."

Sadness makes you laugh like this?

So, they are all gone, right? In the end, the entire Fenqin was completely destroyed, and no one was left alive?

"Didn't you digest the edges and corners of Fenqin?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Aunt Xiang shook her head: "That's just some of the veins of Fenqin that they didn't find outside Heting Mountain, some fragmented edges... Oh, but it's very big for us. Now you should know how terrible your master was back then?"

"..."Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

Is Fenqin so exaggerated during its peak period?

Lao Gou destroyed it, and now it has ended up like this. It can only be said that the Holy Temple does not tolerate people, not even dogs!

"Oh, by the way, there are also rumors that not all of Lao Gou's people were killed, and the five evil elders were just disabled but not dead."

"But no one knows who ran away."

"If you have time, go to Heting Mountain and maybe you can find clues?" Aunt Xiang didn't know whether these rumors were true or not.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head slightly and didn't comment.

Old Sang hasn't been found for so many years, which means that his brothers back then must be gone.

And if he didn't go to find him, it means he didn't dare, which further shows that Heting Mountain must have a net waiting for him...

Hey!

Wait!

Old Sang really can't go there, but I can, I'm clean...Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand.

Perhaps as long as Old Sang was not sent in the Eight Palaces, there would be such a link in his plan:

When I grow up, I will go to find his old friends and take over his help?

It's a pity that Old Sang went there early, and I was just a rookie at that time, and I didn't have the qualifications to know these.

"Heting Mountain..." Xu Xiaoshou secretly memorized the name.

"Okay, I've told you the story from beginning to end. You feel better now, Master Shou. I dare not hide anything from you. If you need anything, tell me later!" Aunt Xiang threw a flying kiss and turned away with a twist of her waist.

"Thank you."

Xu Xiaoshou stood up to see him off, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I haven't given you the money for Xu Gusheng's wine!"

People told him everything they knew, so of course he had to reciprocate and show his respect.

"That's not necessary. Just think of this wine as Aunt Xiang welcoming you to the Central Region!" Aunt Xiang smiled sweetly.

"Okay, then I'll give you another thing, just think of it as a business cooperation." Xu Xiaoshou waved his folding fan and said proudly, "I'll improve your 'Drunken Immortal Wine' and write a wine recipe for you. It will definitely sell well."

Wine recipe?

Aunt Xiang's eyes lit up, remembering that the sick young man in front of her was a throne alchemist.

Just now, I tasted the raw materials of Zuixianjiu, and I was almost right.

"Okay, then you write it down, and I'll take a look." She moved the paper and pen from the table, "If it sells well, I won't take advantage of you, we'll split it 50-50."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and said nothing, dipped the ink and began to write:

"Xiangui spiritual product... This can be replaced by the rhizome of 'Jin Fugui', the quality of the spiritual medicine is reduced from the first grade to the fifth grade, but the taste of the brewed wine will not be much different."

"Jintian root, mulberry purple leaves, red kiwi fruit... The ingredients can still be these, but the ratio should be according to what I have now, three to nine to one."

"You are very particular about the original liquid, so there is no need to change it, let's still use Mi Zaoquan... Hmm?"

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou paused and the whole person suddenly froze.

Wait!

Mi, Mi Zaoquan?