Chapter 1279: Back

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The stone door opened, and an old man with long hair and shawls and dressed in common clothes stood at the stone door.

The old man's expression was indifferent, and his aura was ethereal. As soon as he appeared in front of everyone, that powerful aura would sweep across the entire Demon Palace, making everyone's faces change.

Seeing the old man appear, Gu Changqing's eyes turned red, and his body began to tremble due to excitement.

It's out!

For a hundred years, Gu Changqing thought that the master of the Demon Palace was already dead.

"Palace Master!"

When Gu Changqing saw the old man appearing, he couldn't restrain his excitement any longer, and quickly knelt down to salute the old man.

The other demon palace disciples did not expect that they could see the palace lord leave the gate. After Gu Changqing knelt down, they also knelt down and bowed to the old man.

"Welcome Palace Master to leave the customs!" The faces of all the demon palace disciples were full of joy and tears flooded their faces.

The aura of their palace lord is beyond their imagination, and now that the palace lord is out of customs, it may mean...

Rise of the Demon Palace!

However, the old man didn't pay attention to the people in the Demon Palace. He looked at Zhang Ziling with cloudy eyes, tears flooded his eyes, and his breath became extremely unstable.

"Big, my lord..."

The old man trembled and bowed deeply to Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling looked at the old man calmly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he knew that the old man would do this for a long time.

"Take me in." Zhang Ziling whispered, although the voice was not heavy, but there was an irresistible momentum in his tone.

Seeing the current scene, Gu Changqing was stunned, and stared at Zhang Ziling in a daze.

Didn't the senior say that he didn't know the Palace Master?

Not only Gu Changqing, but all the demon palace disciples present were stunned. They never expected that their powerful palace master... would actually bow to Zhang Ziling.

Who is he?

"Yes, my lord...this way please." Ren Tian bowed to Zhang Ziling again,

Then he made a gesture of please.

Zhang Ziling remained silent, and stepped forward with his hands behind his back, walking towards the depths of the stone gate.

After Zhang Ziling's figure disappeared into the stone gate, Ren Tian slowly followed with trembling hands.

"Palace Master!"

Seeing Ren Tian walking into the stone gate, Gu Changqing couldn't help calling out.

Ren Tian stopped, hunched his back, and didn't turn around.

"Changqing... You have worked hard for the past hundred years."

Gu Changqing looked at Ren Tian's back, tears rolled down his cheeks, and asked Ren Tian in a trembling voice: "Senior... who is he?"

Hearing Gu Changqing's question, Ren Tian was silent for a while, and did not answer, but walked slowly towards the stone gate with his hands behind his back.

"Boom—"

The stone gate started again and slowly closed.

Gu Changqing watched as Ren Tian's figure was gradually covered by Shimen.

Before the stone gate was completely closed, neither Gu Changqing nor the disciples of the Demon Palace got the answer.

Looking at the closed stone gate, Gu Changqing became a little confused, and just knelt in front of the stone gate, not knowing what to do.

"Changqing..."

At this time, Ren Tian's hoarse voice rang in the ears of Gu Changqing and the disciples of the Demon Palace around him.

"Palace Master." Gu Changqing immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

"From now on, everything in the Demon Palace will be different." Ren Tian's voice couldn't hide his excitement, echoing around.

Gu Changqing's body trembled slightly.

Gradually, Ren Tian's voice disappeared, and the stone gate became quiet.

Gu Changqing got up, but still knelt in front of the stone gate, whispering softly: "Everything is different?"

Gu Changqing's eyes gradually became deep.

"Father, where are we now?"

Gu Zhuxuan walked up to Gu Changqing, glanced at the closed stone door with a complicated expression, and called softly.

The senior who saved him is really too mysterious.

"We are waiting here." Gu Changqing was still kneeling, "Waiting for the palace master and senior to come out."

"Yes." Gu Zhuxuan replied softly, then walked to Gu Changqing's side, and also knelt down.

None of the many Demon Palace disciples got up, and all of them knelt quietly outside the stone gate, daydreaming about what was going on inside the stone gate.

Inside the stone gate.

Different from what the disciples imagined, the inside of Shimen is not a dark and narrow environment, but a different world.

Inside the stone gate, there is a clear blue sky, soft sunlight, and a small wooden building with a courtyard.

In front of the wooden building is a small courtyard with a stone table, two stone benches, a jug and two wine glasses on the stone table, and a withered crooked peach tree next to the stone table, supported by a few wooden sticks.

Although the small courtyard was clean, it couldn't hide the dilapidation.

There are cracks on the surrounding walls, and there are smooth bluestone steps in front of the wooden building, and the wooden door on the steps is slightly open.

Apart from the age, there is nothing special about this small wooden building.

It's just an ordinary residence.

Zhang Ziling stood in the middle of the small courtyard, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes around him, feeling a little nostalgic.

This small courtyard is where Zhang Ziling used to rest.

That crooked peach tree was planted by Zhang Ziling himself. That ancient stone table was polished by Zhang Ziling himself.

ten thousand years...

Ten thousand years have passed since the establishment of the Demon Palace.

It has been more than 5,000 years since Zhang Ziling left.

Ren Tian walked into the small courtyard tremblingly, his body no longer had the powerful aura he had when he left the stone gate before, and he looked more like an ordinary crooked old man.

Seeing Zhang Ziling standing in the courtyard, Ren Tian walked up to Zhang Ziling, knelt down cautiously, not daring to make a sound.

"Palace Master! You are finally... back."

Ren Tian's voice was hoarse, and he burst into tears.

Zhang Ziling looked at Ren Tian calmly, breathing gently, as if he had no emotion.

"What about him?" Zhang Ziling whispered.

"Master is in the house and can't come out, so let the little one come out to meet the Palace Master." Ren Tian cried to Zhang Ziling.

"I managed the Demon Palace on behalf of the Palace Master for 376 years, and served the master for 237 years. A hundred years ago, the master was seriously ill and was bedridden. So I closed the stone gate and took care of the master wholeheartedly."

Hearing Ren Tian's words, Zhang Ziling remained silent, raised his eyes to look into the wooden house, and did not move.

Seeing this, Ren Tian quickly continued to speak in a trembling voice: "Master, the master said that for five thousand years, he has been cleaning this courtyard and watering that peach tree every day."

"Palace Master, the master said that since the Demon Palace experienced turmoil three thousand years ago, the master was seriously injured and lived here completely in seclusion."

"My lord, the peach tree withered is due to my lack of ability. After my master became bedridden, I didn't take good care of it. It hasn't bloomed for a hundred years."

"Palace Master, after the master became bedridden, the younger one has been carefully maintaining the wooden building every day, but the younger one is not capable enough. Although the small courtyard of the wooden building remains the same, many things have lost their function."

"Palace master, the master is already insane, and his fate is about to be broken. But the master is talking about the palace master every day."

Ren Tian was crying and talking, his clothes were already wet with tears, his voice was hoarse.

Zhang Ziling listened quietly, looking at the wooden house door without speaking.

Seeing that Zhang Ziling didn't speak, Ren Tian quickly stood up and said to Zhang Ziling, "Palace Master, I'll take you in right away."

Zhang Ziling put his hands on his back, and said lightly: "No need."

Ren Tian's eyes were red and swollen, following Zhang Ziling's line of sight, his pupils shrank suddenly, tears burst like a flood.

A skinny old man with thinning white hair and cloudy eyes struggled to move out of the wooden house with a cane.

The old man raised his head with difficulty, his hands and legs were trembling, his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see Zhang Ziling clearly.

Zhang Ziling looked at the old man calmly, his eyes were as black as ink, as deep as the vast starry sky.

Seeing Zhang Ziling's young face, the old man's cloudy eyes were wet with tears, and his body trembled even more.

"Old, master... back, are you back?"

The old man's voice was weak, like a dying candle.

Looking at the old man's trembling body, Zhang Ziling couldn't help but feel a little wet in his eyes.

"Well, I'm back."