Ran Sujuan carefully looked at the woman named "Ji Weizhu" in front of her.
This is a young woman of about twenty-twenty-twenty-three years old, with exquisite facial features, creamy skin, and tightly pursed lips, showing a very independent character. Her black hair is spread to her neck, and is silver-white.
The short shirt and skirt tightly wrapped the proud figure with a curved front and back, revealing a snow-white belly, smooth and jade-like calves, and a pair of exquisite and playful boots.
What a beauty!
Faced with Ning Jie's stunning beauty all day long, it was hard for Ran Sujuan to be moved by other people's looks. However, Ji Weizhu's beauty still amazed her.
"Sister Ran, I'm here this time to ask you about someone." Ji Weizhu's voice was pleasant, but there was an undeniable firmness to it.
"My sister is a visitor from afar. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do my best." Ran Sujuan was already kind-hearted. There was a beautiful woman across from her, and her tone was even softer. "But I don't know who my sister wants to inquire about."
How to call it?"
"Thank you, Sister Ran." Ji Weizhu nodded slightly, then opened her lips and said, "When Uncle Chu Qiuyang visited Guixue Palace, he met a young man named Zhong Wen. I don't know that this person is now alive.
Where can I ask my sister to recommend me?"
"Zhong Wen?" She didn't expect to hear this name from the guests of Lingxiao Holy Land. A trace of sadness flashed in Ran Sujuan's beautiful eyes, but it quickly passed away, "My sister has found the wrong place. This person is
He is a distinguished guest of the academy, not a disciple. He left half a month ago."
"Sister, do you know where he went?" Ji Weizhu was not discouraged after hearing this and asked.
"I don't know." Ran Sujuan shook her head honestly.
"Sister, does he know where he lives?" Ji Weizhu asked reluctantly.
"This..." Seeing how persistent she was, Ran Sujuan became worried, "My sister is so obsessed with finding Zhong Wen. Why?"
"He is most likely the child of my junior uncle." Ji Weizhu did not hide it, "that is, the junior brother I have never met."
"That's it." Ran Sujuan put her hand on her forehead and pondered for a while, "I heard that he comes from a secular sect called 'Piaohua Palace'. My sister might as well go there and have a look. Maybe I can find him."
"Piaohua Palace?" Ji Weizhu repeated these three words softly in his mouth. After a long time, he suddenly stood up and smiled at Ran Sujuan, "Thank you, Sister Ran, for telling me. I am anxious to see my junior brother.
I won’t bother you anymore, and I will definitely come to you and thank you in the future.”
"What did my sister say?" Ran Sujuan had a warm smile on her face. "Sister, I really can't help you with anything. I can only wish in my heart that your senior sisters and brothers will be reunited soon."
"Sister Ran, see you later!"
Looking at Ji Weizhuping's graceful back, the smile in Ran Sujuan's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by endless sorrow and sadness.
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"Why do I have to go with the caravan again?"
Zhong Wen was leaning in the unicorn carriage of Shengyu Trading Company, with a look of displeasure on his face. Sitting opposite him was still the naturally beautiful and appetizing Miss Shangguan.
"Ask your aunt." Shangguan Mingyue rolled her eyes at him angrily, "If she hadn't arranged it like this, who would want to go with you?"
"Would you like to play guessing games?" Zhong Wen rolled his eyes and suddenly asked.
"Are you going to ask the question 'Two Cows' again?" Shangguan Mingyue sneered and decisively refused, "I don't want it."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
Jiang Sha Niu has such a big mouth!
After the war, his "god" status in the military reached an unprecedented height, and his fan base was unprecedentedly large. He opened his mouth to receive food, sat down to be beaten on the shoulder, and from time to time, someone would come up to him with a piece of paper to beg him. The calligraphy treasure was planned to be taken home and offered as an offering in order to receive blessings from the gods, which made Zhong Wen, who did not know a few Chinese characters, quite embarrassed.
Finally, he had an idea and simply wrote his name "Zhong Wen" in Chinese characters with flying colors, and lied that this "ancient divine script" version of the immortal calligraphy treasure had the magical effect of exorcising ghosts, warding off evil spirits, and turning misfortune into good luck.
There was not much paper in the army, and Zhong Wen only wrote a total of twelve pieces of calligraphy. Unexpectedly, these "divine calligraphy treasures" were so popular that they triggered a rush, and were even sold at a sky-high price of one hundred spiritual crystals each.
It is no exaggeration to say that Zhong Wen's casual words in the military camp were comparable to imperial edicts, and their influence was far stronger than that of any general.
However, the good times were short-lived after all. The war was over, and Zhong Wen and others naturally could not stay in the military camp forever.
For unknown reasons, Shangguan Junyi suddenly proposed that the convoy of Shengyu Trading Company should go first, and the rest of the group, together with General Xue, Shisanniang and others, would set off later.
Zhong Wen, as the "bodyguard" of the trading company's fleet, was once again placed in Shangguan Mingyue's carriage.
The beautiful ethnic minority girl Gan Muyun hesitated again and again, but finally followed Xing Potian back to the Fantasy Beast Sect.
"Within a year, I will definitely take Ah Xue to southern Xinjiang to find you." Before leaving, Gan Muyun held Zhong Wen's hand and said reluctantly, "When the time comes, please be sure to teach me the Eagle Language. .”
Scenes of farewells flashed through his mind, but the beautiful Miss Shangguan in front of him ignored him. After lying like this for a while, Zhong Wen gradually became bored. Out of boredom, he simply took out the spirit pattern. I picked up a pen and started writing and drawing on my body.
The two of them were speechless for a long time. Shangguan Mingyue held a book in her hand and read it carefully without even raising her head. Zhong Wen, who had been practicing the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" for a long time, finally got impatient and took a step Stepping out of the carriage, he made a "coo-coo" sound, called the bald eagle in front of him, jumped onto the back of the eagle, and rose into the air.
"What are you doing?" Shangguan Mingyue finally raised her head and asked from the curtain beside the carriage.
"I'm bored in the carriage. Come out and get some air." Zhong Wen glanced at her and said with a smile, "Would you like to come up and give it a try?"
"I don't like high altitudes." Shangguan Mingyue shook her head.
"Where is this place?" Zhong Wen saw that she was not interested and did not force her. He commanded the bald eagle to fly higher and looked at the mountains in the distance and asked.
"We have entered Antai Province." Shangguan Mingyue looked at the mountains in the distance and replied slowly, "If I guessed correctly, that is the boundary of Qifeng Mountain."
"Qifeng Mountain?" Zhong Wen knew nothing about the geography of the Daqian Empire. As he answered, he flipped through the "Ancient Sect Distribution Map" in his mind and compared it carefully with the terrain in the distance.
"Yes, Qifeng Mountain is a relatively famous landscape in Antai Province. Not only is it a sea of clouds and thousands of strange rocks, but it is also rich in tea." Shangguan Mingyue explained, "When I was a child, my father once took me to visit the mountain. At that time, I felt that the scenery here was extremely beautiful. Okay, I thought I would come here more often in the future, but unfortunately the business was very busy, and I never found any free time after that."
This, this is!
Zhong Wen didn't hear much of Shangguan Mingyue's words. The scene in front of him overlapped with the map in his mind. He was surprised to find that the so-called "Qifeng Mountain" boundary was actually the location of an ancient sect.
One of the seven ancient sects, Liuren Palace!
In ancient times, the way of cultivation was extremely prosperous. It can be said that "spirituals are as numerous as dogs, and heavenly wheels are walking all over the earth." There are also many saints who stand at the top of the cultivation world.
The fanatical cultivation atmosphere will naturally create a large number of powerful sect forces. Therefore, in ancient times, there were as many cultivation sects with saints as there were crucian carp crossing the river, which is far from the seven holy places today.
However, in such a crazy cultivation environment, seven sects still emerged, overwhelming the other sects and becoming a super force that shocked thousands of sects.
Liuren Hall is one of these seven super sects.
Looking at the key marks on the "Ancient Sect Distribution Map" in his mind, Zhong Wen could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. He lowered his head and greeted Shangguan Mingyue in the carriage: "Miss Shangguan, I suddenly remembered that there are some We have private matters to attend to, so you go first and I’ll be right back!”
"Are there any bodyguards like you?" Shangguan Mingyue said with a pretty face, rather displeased.
"It seems that you really can't live without me." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "How about you persuade me to stay in a nice way, so I won't leave?"
"You are so beautiful!" Shangguan Mingyue glared at him, waved her hand and said, "Let's go, let's go, who cares about you?"
"I'll be back soon!" Zhong Wen laughed, commanding the bald eagle to turn around and gallop towards Qifeng Mountain in the distance.
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"Did you kill Tiance?"
Standing in front of the mandrill was a thin man in a white robe with sunken cheekbones. Judging from his appearance, he was about fifty years old.
He glared at the demon mandrill fiercely, his eyes glowing red, and he was about to spit out fire.
"Yes." Ghost Mandrill replied coldly.
"Do you know that he is my disciple You Wuyang?" The man in white robe clenched his right hand and exuded a terrifying aura of spiritual master.
"I don't know." Gui Mandrill's face remained unchanged and his attitude remained indifferent, "But even if he knew, he would still die if he provoked me."
"What a loud tone." You Wuyang's voice was cold and chilling, "But I don't know how he provoked you?"
"He wanted to occupy my room." Ghost Mandrill said calmly, "After I kicked him out, he made rude remarks, so I sent him to see the King of Hell."
"It is my arrangement for you to change rooms." You Wuyang's tone suddenly calmed down, "I will take charge of the rooms in the side hall. This is the rule set by the master of the second hall. The twelve pillars are rearranged, and the rooms
Naturally, we have to make corresponding adjustments.”
"I don't agree." Gui Mandrill's tone was stiff, and he seemed to have no fear of You Wuyang, the spiritual leader.
"You blatantly resisted the will of the temple and harmed your fellow disciples." You Wuyang's voice became softer and softer. "Even if I kill you, I don't think the second hall master will blame me."
"Don't you just remember what happened back then?" Gui Mandrill stared into You Wuyang's eyes and said word by word, "If you want to kill me, just do it. What are you talking about?"
It turns out that You Wuyang is actually the temple spiritual master who was contradicted by Demon Mandrill.
"As an elder of the temple, how can I embarrass the Tianlun disciples because of some small festivals." You Wuyang sighed, "It is true that your conduct is too bad to be tolerated by the temple rules, so I will take you away now."
Next, leave it to the master of the second hall to take care of you."
After saying that, he suddenly grabbed forward with his right hand, and his spiritual power turned into clouds of black mist all over his body, sweeping towards the ghost mandrill.
The overly dense black spiritual mist covered most of the narrow corridor, creating a feeling of being unable to hide or escape.
"drink!"
The mandrill's originally slightly red eyes instantly turned red, with winding red blood lines spreading around the corners of his eyes, and surging and majestic black flames emanating from all over his body, like an unparalleled demon god, full of killing intent.
Facing the spiritual elders of the temple, he actually activated the blood-burning secret method immediately!
Seeing the black spiritual mist released by You Wuyang coming towards his face, Ghost Mandrill opened his mouth and grinned, pulled out the giant blade behind him, and lightly brushed the blade with his left hand.
The wide blade was instantly enveloped in black flames. He raised his right hand high and slashed out with a sharp knife, smashing the black spiritual mist released by You Wuyang into pieces...
This chapter has been completed!