Elder Ming Zong stopped Ming Cheng and asked eagerly: "How could this happen? Are you a disciple of Qianyun Sect?"

"Don't look, you are still young and can't see." Ming Chengxi held Mingkong Zilin in his arms, preventing her from looking at the person lying on the open ground.

Then he answered Ming Zong: "As soon as Long Ya was born, these people started fighting with the ten major sects. I took advantage of this opportunity to take the disciples away from behind and send them to the inn. But I couldn't worry about the girl, and I Come back here and wait."

Ming Cheng sighed and spread his hands: "When I got here, this is what I am now."

Ming Zong showed an expression of relief, patted Ming Chengxi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Well done, you have protected so many disciples, you have done a great job."

"Where, where, thanks to your help." Ming Chengxi replied with a smile.

At this time, he saw the faint fluorescence in Mingzong's pupils, and immediately put away his smile and asked: "Mingzong, have you taken off the concentration ring?"

Ming Zong shrugged: "It's not just for my girl. How dare I break into this river bank if I don't pick it off?"

Now that the disciples have all evacuated, there is no need for Ming Zong and others to stay here any longer. The two of them took Ming Kong Zi Lin with them and flew to Jingpu Cliff Station without stopping.

In the inn, the disciples of the Qianyun Sect were busy registering the number of heaven and earth crystals. The evacuation was extremely hasty and a lot of materials for setting up the formation were not brought back. However, after calculating the number of heaven and earth crystals, Ming Chengxi was overjoyed. This time the formation was sold. The income from the method is six times greater than that from selling it within the sect.

After packing the money into boxes, he decided to return to the sect as soon as possible, but Ming Zong refused to leave and only asked him to take Mingkong Zilin back.

"Mingzong, what are you thinking about? The waterfall cliff is now in this state. Do you still want to get a share of the pie if you stay here?"

Ming Zong shook his head and denied: "I don't stay here to cut off the water and dragon teeth, but because I have other things to do."

These words made Ming Chengxi even more puzzled: "If you have other things to do, can't you come back in two months? Why join in the fun now?"

"I have my own sense of caution and will not take any risks."

No matter what Ming Chengxi tried to persuade him, Ming would stay at Jingpu Cliff even if he lived or died. Ming Chengxi had no choice but to take Mingkong Zilin with him and follow his disciples back to the sect in a sky boat.

Zheng Qiu was also filled with questions about Master Mingzong's decision. He had nothing to do when he came to Jingpu Cliff this time. There was a fierce fight outside, but the master refused to leave. It was really strange.

After Ming Chengxi left, Master Ming Zong locked himself in the room. Except during meal time, he would come out to watch Zheng Qiu eat herbal medicine. No one could see him at other times.

In the room, two wooden tables were put together. There was a large map two and a half feet long and wide spread on the table. The map was full of mountains and rivers, which was the topography of the waterfall cliff.

Master Mingzong picked up his pen, sometimes drawing lines, sometimes making circles, looking around the map repeatedly, and filling in notes in the drawn circles from time to time.

In the blank corner of the map, he wrote eight words: "The shocking water appears, the waterfall altar is vast." After so many days of speculation, he became more and more convinced that these eight words refer to the location of the soul-finding roulette.

Jingshui, Jingshui seems to refer to the river in Jingpuya. According to this idea, Master Mingzong marked the direction of the Jingpuya river on the map. The station of Qianyun Sect is in the upstream direction of the river.

From the inn to the waterfall, on the way back with Zi Lin, he flew to the river to check, but found nothing. After the waterfall, it was the lower reaches of the river, but he had not looked in that direction.

Master Ming Zong used a pen to outline the direction of the river downstream. Perhaps due to the erosion of the waterfall, the river downstream was not straight, but winding and serpentine. There were many tributaries at the bends, each flowing to different mountain peaks.

Faced with so many tributaries and the complicated direction of the river, he suddenly ran out of ideas. He couldn't find one tributary after another. He had to find the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon. He turned his head and continued to figure out the meaning of the eight words. What is "confusion"?

, still have no clue, does it refer to place? Or does it refer to time?

While he was thinking quietly, there was a noise outside the house. Could it be that the people fighting for the Duanshui Longya came here? Master Mingzong was worried and hurried out to take a look.

Hurrying downstairs, he saw a dozen cultivators arguing loudly in the lobby of the inn. These cultivators were surrounding a tea table with a map on the table.

Master Mingzong walked up to the disciple of the outer sect on duty and asked him: "Why are these people quarreling here? Do they want to fight?"

The disciple of the outer sect leaned close to Mingzong's ear and replied in a low voice: "Elder, these people have just come off the sky boat and they are here to snatch the dragon's teeth."

The disciple quietly pointed to the map on the tea table: "They want to intercept halfway, but they can't decide on the interception direction."

The quarrels among these practitioners became louder and louder.

"There must be no one upstream. What fool would run to the inn now?"

"Yes, people carrying heavy treasures will not come to the inn. They should go to Buhe Peak to stop them."

"Buhe Peak is alone, how can you block it? Go to Fushui Swamp."

"You can't enter the rotten swamp. You have to ambush in Cangqiu next to it."

"You fools, do you think others are fools? No pig will be fooled by pocket terrains like Cangqiu and Roshui Swamp..."

Cangqiu? The quarreling words of the cultivators caught the attention of Master Mingzong. He pulled over the disciples of the outer sect and asked: "What is Cangqiu they are talking about?"

"Cangqiu is a mountain, located to the southwest of Roushui Swamp."

Master Mingzong muttered, recalling the map in the room: "Cangqiu is in the southwest of Roshui Swamp..."

The disciple of the outer sect added: "Yes, there is a vast hill to the northeast of Fushui Swamp, which happens to wrap the swamp inside. It is a big bag..."

Before the disciple of the outer sect finished speaking, his eyes flashed and the elder disappeared.

Bang, the door was kicked open, Master Mingzong rushed to the table, bent down and looked for Roushui Swamp on the map. Sure enough, there was a very inconspicuous tributary downstream, with a rippled grassland drawn at the end. The name under the grass was exactly Roushui Swamp.

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He looked at both sides of the swamp. To the southwest was Cangqiu and to the northeast was Mangqiu. Isn't this exactly the word Cangmang? It must be here, and the roulette wheel that can detect spirits must be at this location. Master Mingzong rolled up the map

, ran out of the room to find Zheng Qiu.

Zheng Qiu was sitting in the room, changing the water on the grass around his neck. As soon as he filled the porcelain bottle, the master opened the door and ran in.

"Apprentice, let's go!" Master Mingzong said nothing, grabbed Zheng Qiu's arm and pulled him out.

"What's wrong, master? Has anyone called the inn?" Zheng Qiu's question received no response, so he had to quickly grab the grass on the table and stuff it into the porcelain vase.

After running out of the inn gate, Zheng Qiu didn't see anyone fighting. Before he could think about it, he was carried on his master's shoulders.
Chapter completed!