The picture in front of Xu Qian's eyes changed from blurry to clear in less than a second.

Then, he found himself at the mouth of a certain valley. The valley was quiet, with withered flowers and plants, and bare trees. It was depressed and quiet.

Xu Qian closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not much different from the climate in the capital, which meant that the first-generation supervisor did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border.

For most high-level practitioners except martial artists, tens of miles and hundreds of miles are just one step away.

The white-clothed warlock raised his hand, put his middle finger against his thumb, and popped out a blood bead. "Buzz", the blood bead hit the invisible air wall, causing ripples in the air.

"This is a secret place that I spent a lot of effort to create in the past. Only I or my bloodline can enter, not even the prison guards. Breaking in by force will only cause this place to collapse."

The white-robed warlock carried Xu Qian and stepped into the barrier.

Xu Qi'an penetrated the thin, transparent layer of air, and the scene before his eyes completely changed. The valley was still a valley, but there were no vegetation, only a huge stone plate engraved with various mantras.

The stone plate is ten feet in diameter and covers almost every inch of the valley.

As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt a familiar, dizzy feeling again, like a pregnant woman who couldn't help but want to vomit.

"I have been carving this formation on and off for more than thirty years. There are a total of 108 formations combined into one. It is unparalleled in offense and defense. Except for a first-level supervisor, it is difficult for anyone to break through this place."

The white-robed warlock explained in a gentle tone.

Why is his secret place not far from the capital...Xu Qian frowned, flashing this doubt.

Xu Qian didn't think much because his attention was attracted by a mummy sitting cross-legged in the formation.

The clothes worn by the mummy are rather strange, made of cloth and animal skins, with brightly colored stones hanging around the waist, and a layered sweat scarf hat on its head.

People from southern Xinjiang?

This is a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.

"He, he is the former leader of the Tiangu tribe?!" Xu Qian's heart moved and she expressed her inner guess.

"Yes, he is the old man Tian Gu who stole Da Feng's luck with me."

The white-clothed warlock always answered all questions. He seemed to have everything under control.

"Why did he die here?"

Xu Qian stared at the mosaic face of the first-generation supervisor, with doubts on his face, as if to say: Are you having internal strife?

"He didn't have long life. He planned great luck with me, but it was backfired. Not long after the Shanhaiguan Battle ended, he died."

The first-generation eunuch sighed with emotion: "Stealing the country's luck will inevitably lead to backlash. Including taking away your luck now, I will also suffer backlash. This is a price that must be borne."

Lina said that Old Man Tiangu's purpose of seeking great luck was to repair the sculptures of Confucian saints and re-seal the witch gods...Xu Qi'an muttered:

"Will he be willing to make you a wedding dress?"

It is impossible for a strong man who can plan great fortunes not to know his longevity and physical condition, so how could he do such a thing as making wedding clothes for others.

The white-clothed warlock stood side by side with Xu Qian, looking at the mummy in the center of the formation, and said:

"This gift requires a price, and the price is to seal the Gu God. This is the cause and effect between me and him, so you don't have to worry about it."

Xu Qian was silent for a moment and whispered: "Do I have to die?"

The white-robed warlock remained silent.

Xu Qian turned his head and looked at him sincerely: "I don't care about this luck. This is yours and can be returned to you."

The white-robed warlock said slowly:

"When you reach the second level and become a martial artist, you will be able to bear the consequences of losing your luck. But I can't wait that long.

"Wei Yuan is dead, Joan of Arc is dead, and Dragon Vein is scattered. These are rolling trends. Qi practitioners need to follow the trend. If you don't seize this opportunity, the opportunity will pass by the time you are promoted to the second level.

"To achieve great things, you must seize the opportunity, you should understand."

After a pause, he sighed: "Besides, when you become a martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again."

A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qian's eyes. He quickly calmed down and asked:

"How did you hide it from Jian Zheng and put your luck on me?"

This question has troubled him for a long time. You must know that Jian is a first-class warlock, and no one understands luck better than him. How did the first generation manage to remain silent and let luck sleep in him for twenty years.

The white-clothed warlock looked at the mummy and said calmly: "This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man Tian Gu. It was the same method at the beginning, and it was able to elude the supervisor and successfully steal the luck."

What can I do...Xu Qi'an waited for a moment, but no explanation came from the white-clothed warlock.

"To untie the bell, you need to tie the bell. To extract your luck, you need his help and this great formation."

The white-robed warlock carried Xu Qi'an, seemingly carelessly, but in reality he placed him somewhere mysteriously, right in front of the mummy.

He needs the help of this formation to extract his luck. He started planning thirty years ago...Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart, Old Yin Coin's work has a long history.

He did not resist and was unable to resist. After standing obediently, he asked:

"I really want to know if shielding Tianji can erase my name."

The white-clothed warlock paused for a moment and said, "Why do you ask?"

Xu Qian smiled expressionlessly:

"I'm just curious. To what extent can you block a person? Erase him completely from the world? How will the world react if you block a person who is well-known to the world? Like the emperor, like me.

"Has the world completely forgotten it, or has its memory been confused? What will happen if a person whose secrets have been blocked reappears in the public eye?

“What’s the difference between the close relatives of the blocked person and others?”

The white-clothed warlock looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Qi'an looked at him calmly, "What if you write things down on paper in advance? What if your loved ones see the content that is inconsistent with the memory?"

...........

On the outskirts of Beijing, on the official road.

Xu Pingzhi rode his horse in the direction of Yunlu Academy. Zhang Shen, a great scholar, took one step at a time and walked leisurely alongside the horse.

In front of the clear air, a figure appeared, wearing a Confucian crown and an old Confucian shirt, free and easy.

"Dean?"

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, then said in a rather surprised tone: "Why are you here?"

Dean Zhao Shou ignored him and took out three notes from his arms. He unfolded one of them and it read:

"If you forget to save (blank) tomorrow, please give the second note to Xu Pingzhi."

There is a blank space in the middle. Who can be saved? There is no writing on the paper, or it has been written, but it has been erased.

"What does it mean?"

Zhang Shen looked at the content on the note and saw that Zhao Shou's face was more serious than ever before, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in trouble.

Xu Pingzhi, who was sitting on the horse, frowned. He also saw the note displayed by Zhao Shou. Although Uncle Xu had never read a book, he was in public office and had been eating royal meals for so many years. He was always exposed to books and texts on weekdays.

, it is impossible to be illiterate at all.

He knew most of the words on the note, except for two or three words.

"I just experienced a war, but I couldn't remember who I fought with, let alone the reason for the fight. Until I found these three notes on me."

Zhao Shou said and unfolded a second piece of paper, which was written in cinnabar:

"Second uncle, save me!!"

The four eye-catching red words reflected in Xu Pingzhi's pupils, making his pupils suddenly shrink as if they were exposed to a bright light.

It made his cheek muscles twitch slightly and made big beads of sweat form on his forehead.

Xu Pingzhi held his head and roared in pain. The veins on his forehead bulged one by one. He fell off the horse, held his head in his hands, rolled on the ground in pain, and kept roaring in pain.

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: "Everything will pass!"

Follow your words.

Uncle Xu's headache was indeed much better. He was panting heavily, his face was no longer hideous from the pain, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Xu Pingzhi stood up slowly, his mouth trembling, and his rough face was covered with tears before he knew it.

"It seems that you have remembered something."

Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and then he unfolded the third note, which read: "Go to Quanrong Mountain in Jianzhou and find the ancestors of the Wulin Alliance. You will know when you get there."

............

Quanrong Mountain, inside Shimen.

The squirming pieces of flesh were swimming around a piece of paper with a line of words written on it:

"It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.

"It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people.

"Waiting for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and go with him to save people, this is very important!

"Say important things three times."

In the dim grotto, an old voice echoed:
To be continued...