My cultivation script went astray

"Sure enough, do you still have to go to Tianjian Sect to practice?"

This time, it was not unexpected for him. It seemed that the plot was a stable line, and he was used to it.

This mission was not too difficult. Those who were at the third level of Qi Refining, such as Zhao Wushuang and Chen Pingan, were qualified to enter. Even the fake Su Qingchan could enter. He was now a real cultivator, and he was sure to win.

The biggest problem was that the current development of the situation was a bit outrageous, and it was necessary to fix it.

The whole Qingzhou City was looking for him. Su Qingchan was full of malice towards him. Now he had provoked an old worshiper. When Su Qingchan went to Tianjian Sect, it would be good if he didn't find a way to kill him. Wouldn't it be directly S-level difficulty?

Is this the retribution for the previous mission bug?

"The Qingzhou City mission is almost over. The major families and the old worshiper don't need to be taken care of, but Su Qingchan needs to be dealt with." Chen Lang thought to himself.

Maybe, he could start with her father and ask for her forgiveness?

He was not sure. Although the relationship with Su Dafu showed signs of easing, it was a dream to ask him to help.

"Let's think about how to meet the high-ranking officials of the Tianjian Sect!"

...

After wandering outside for a day, Chen Lang was ready to return to the city.

But he found that the city was more strictly guarded, the outer gate was closed, and even ordinary people were not allowed to enter.

"Is it necessary to do this?"

Chen Lang muttered, and skillfully climbed over the wall and came to Yihong Courtyard to find the madam.

"Sister, I'll take shelter again."

Chen Lang smiled at the frightened madam, "I seem to have committed an even greater crime now, can you help cover me again?"

"Oh, please keep your voice down!"

The madam looked alert, quickly pulled him into the room, looked outside, and closed the door.

"It's already this late and you still dare to wander around. Aren't you afraid that the Taoist priests will capture you and sacrifice you to the flag?"

"Taoists?" Chen Lang noticed something was wrong. "What happened?"

"You don't know yet?"

The madam whispered, "The group of Taoist priests I told you about earlier came into the city yesterday. People are panicking now, and several big families are on alert.

Didn't you see that there was no one in the front hall when you came? There are more than a dozen Taoist priests here, and the girls are carefully serving them. If they are unhappy, they will kill people. You must not disturb them."

"What happened?"

Chen Lang thought to himself, no wonder it was so quiet along the way, and the patrols at the intersections were gone.

"What are they doing here?" Chen Lang asked.

The madam said, "What else can they do? Smash, loot, and burn? I heard that someone was chased by the old priest of the Su family yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet. The Su family is empty now, and many Taoist priests are eyeing it."

Su family?

Damn.

Chen Lang was shocked and said embarrassedly, "Actually, it was me who did it."

"Do you have to name names? You are such an honest kid." The madam rolled her eyes, "I don't know what grudge you have with the Su family. They are in danger this time. Why don't you go and take a look?"

Chen Lang was about to jump over the wall, but was stopped by the madam.

She gestured with her hands to her eyebrows, "Make up."

"No need."

Chen Lang left in a flash. This time he would probably intervene directly. Wouldn't he be dead if he dressed like this?

The Su family must not get into trouble. Our plot hasn't finished yet. Who left the plot?

...

At this time, a team was walking along the street. Everyone was wearing green clothes and robes, with a blood-red flag flying on their heads.

"The queen is doing things, and the idle people should make way."

The one who was walking in front with the flag was a middle-aged monk with very white skin. His sharp and strange voice echoed in the empty street. The surrounding doors were closed and silent.

There were many stalls around, but no vendors. Several people in the front of the team held machetes and chopped down all the stalls to make way. Some people were hungry and snatched the hot buns on the stalls and kicked them over.

"Why did you overturn my father's stall?"

A window suddenly opened, and the little boy's head appeared, looking out angrily.

Then, a man next to him rushed over, covered the child's mouth, with fear in his eyes, and sneered at the outside, "The child is ignorant, you just treat it as a dog's barking, adults, please come in, please come in"

The monk carrying the flag saw it and smiled, "It's okay, it's a good child, I like it."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to move forward. The man just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a few people with machetes suddenly came out of the team, kicked the locked door open, and then there were a few screams from inside, and blood flowed out of the door.

The monk carrying the flag shook his hands lightly, the flag shook, and three clouds of smoke floated out of the window and merged into the flag, and the blood color seemed to be a little darker.

"The queen is doing business, please make way~"

The long team walked along the neat street until they arrived at the door of the Su family, then stopped.

"According to the queen's order, we are collecting the Su family's property. Open the door." The monk carrying the flag looked at the closed door and smiled.

The guard inside was so scared that he knocked on the bell and ran over the wall. After a long time, someone opened the door. It was the old housekeeper of the Su family.

He still wore the round hat, but today he lost his former spirit and his face was pale.

"Where is the queen?" The fat housekeeper looked around.

"You can see the queen?" The monk carrying the flag smiled lightly and waved the flag. "Where is the Wanhun Banner, the queen is there. I heard recently that your Su family is the largest bank in Qingzhou City. Today I will give you a chance. Give the bank to the queen."

The fat butler's lips trembled. He had heard of the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" and its owner, who was called "Empress". He was followed by a large number of alchemists who claimed to be the "Pingtian Sect", but were actually a group of homeless bandits. Kou.

Every year this group of alchemists pass by, they are like locusts crossing the border, posing a huge threat to Qingzhou City, but they have never appeared directly at the door of Su's house like this year.

"We, the eight major families, have always been on the same page with you. Why is it like this today? I hope we can sit down and talk without hurting our friendship." said the fat butler.

The flag-carrying monk sneered, "It's okay to talk, let your family minister come out and talk."

Sure enough, this is what I came for!

The fat butler's heart felt cold. The old priest was chasing Chen Lang yesterday and was nowhere to be found. Today, these alchemists took advantage of the situation.

Could it be that they are in the same group?

The fat butler looked for Chen Lang in the crowd.

The strength of this group of people is not simple, and there are countless dead souls in this Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The Su family is an ordinary business family. Now that the worshipers are gone, only empty shells are left. How should he deal with it?

"Hurry up, brothers are all hungry. My brothers are a little rude. If you don't open the door, I won't be able to stop you." The group of people gradually lost patience, and several people stepped forward with bright machetes.

"I'll stop him. Go back and inform everyone to leave from the west gate immediately. Tell the lady not to wait for the master and leave immediately!" The fat housekeeper ordered the people around him, and his expression immediately returned to indifference.

He probably won't survive today, but even if he dies, he will have to wait until the head of the family comes back.

Just when he was about to fight hard, several powerful auras appeared behind him. When the fat housekeeper heard that familiar voice, his tense mind suddenly relaxed, and he broke out in cold sweat, as if he was exhausted.

"stop."

Behind the gate, several people appeared one after another, including an old man in a solemn black shirt and an old man with an immortal spirit. Of course, the head of the Su family was also among them.

The eight major families in Qingzhou City gathered here.

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