After agreeing to participate in the trip to Lingxi Forest, Yunji returned to his house.

Defeating three people of the same level was just a trivial matter for him.

Regardless of the upcoming Qimai martial arts performance or the subsequent trip to Lingxi Forest, Yunji didn't care too much.

What really concerned him was the weirdness of Yun Fengpipe.

That night, Yunji knocked on the door of Yun Fengdi's residence again to find out what was going on.

Still no one opened.

This time Yunji did not leave, but walked into the yard, opened the door and walked into the room.

The room was pitch dark, and there was no one around. There were only beddings on the empty bed, and there was no trace of Yun Bagpipe.

Sure enough, no one...

Yunji turned around and went out, heading straight for the back mountain.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, we stopped far away from the cold pool.

Fold the paper puppet and control the puppet to go around the foot of the mountain and appear near the cold pool.

The small puppet walked silently and quietly arrived at the location where the wooden puppet went last time.

Under the tree not far across the way, Yun Bagpipe was standing quietly, motionless, like a statue.

The paper puppet did not move, hiding in the grass, silently observing Yun Bagpipe.

Not long after, Yun Fengdi suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the paper man, his pupils covered with a layer of gray halo.

Yun Fengdi clearly noticed something. He looked around, found nothing, and then turned his gaze back to the old man in the cold pool.

Paper is like grass and trees, not living things.

Fortunately, Yunji used paper puppets to explore the path instead of coming there in person. Just because Yun Fengdi didn't find the paper puppets doesn't mean he couldn't find a living person.

In the distant forest, Yunji's eyes were slightly focused.

The Yun Fengpipe at this time was anything but normal.

Not only did he behave strangely, but the luster in his eyes was even more sinister, as if someone else had controlled his mind.

Before the situation became unclear, Yunji did not go to alert the enemy. After observing for a long time, he took back the paper puppet and returned to the mountain.

Yun Fengpi's strange behavior seemed complicated.

If it was her personal weirdness, Yunji could have stepped forward to ask what happened. It was obvious that Yun Fengdi did not know that she was traveling at night.

In this case, someone should be controlling the Cloud Flute secretly.

Yunji sat in the room and speculated secretly.

The Cloud Flute appears in the back mountain every night, and its destination should be Hantan.

There is nothing else in Hantan, either Wen Hongcai or Yulongjian.

Therefore, the purpose of Yun Fengpipe must be one of the two, or both.

Who wants to monitor Wen Hongcai and Yulongjian?

What is the purpose...

Steal a magic weapon?

Not really.

Who is so bold as to dare to covet the Seven Swords magic weapon in the mountain gate of Seven Swords Sect? It is the lifeblood of Seven Swords Sect. If you lose one, other golden elixir great monks will definitely take action.

If the goal is not a magic weapon, only Wen Hongcai is left.

Who would be so interested in an old man who is trying to kill him, and then deliberately control the cloud bagpipe to monitor him every night?

Could it be that Wen Hongcai had a valuable treasure hidden in his body and someone was waiting to steal it as soon as he died?

Or does it mean that Wen Hongcai has other unknown secrets?

"I thought that my sect career would be boring, but I didn't expect that there are many interesting things. Who is the man behind the control of Yun Bagpipe, and what is his purpose... Let's go to bed first."

If you don't sleep today, you will be tired tomorrow. Your heart will be as wide as the sea, and you will fall asleep.

There are so many strange things in the world, and if you want to find out what they are, you have to be in a good state.

Besides, tomorrow is the Seven Meridians martial arts performance. Yunji also has to fight for a fog-breaking bamboo hat and go to Lingxi Forest to fulfill his filial piety for his master who is about to die.

The next morning, the sky was clear and clear.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the Seven Swords Sect gathered together. The spacious arena was surrounded by people, and it looked dark from a distance.

There is a row of high-backed chairs at a perfect location opposite the ring. Among them, seven of the chairs are closer to the front, where the elders of Qifeng sit.

The rest of the Jindan elders were sitting on the remaining big chairs. Some were busy with their own affairs all day long, and some were focused on cultivating regardless of trivial matters.

Although the Seven Swords Sect does not have a Nascent Soul strongman in charge, there are definitely a lot of Jindan elders, dozens of them. This power is enough to support a first-class sect in Hezhou.

Sitting at the head of the table was a fair-skinned young man in his teens, with very obvious double pupils, and a silver-white empty scabbard carried behind him. This young-looking golden elixir monk was the master of the Seven Swords Sect in charge of the Zhe Lei Sword.

White mulberry.

The person sitting in the second seat is a handsome young man in white robes. His face is as sharp as a knife, his body is extraordinary, and there is a sense of arrogance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. This man's name is Tang Hongye, he is an elder of Qiuye Peak, and he is in charge of the Divine Wind Sword.

The third person is a thirty-year-old woman with a slender figure named Qu Ningzhu. This person is in charge of the Wuyu Sword and is the elder of Wuyu Peak.

The fourth one is Elder Chihufeng, the fat man Chi Shan who is in charge of the Red Tiger Sword. He taught the art of weapon refining in the Dharma Teaching Hall a month ago.

The fifth person is Mei Qingfeng, the elder of Wuchen Peak, who is in charge of the Xianchen Sword. This man is about forty years old, with handsome but unkempt appearance, unshaven beard, casually wearing a loose Taoist robe, leaning on a big chair and falling asleep.

The sixth one is Xiaoyu Peak Elder Liao Wuchang. This man is quite weird. He wears a bloated robe and a weird paper mask. He has pigtails on the back of his head. He has many whites and few eyes. At first glance, he looks like a dead fish.

Same, daunting.

The seventh seat should have been Wen Hongcai's seat, but it was empty.

More than a hundred people from the Ice Soul Peak lineage, including true disciples and ordinary disciples, came and stood at the east edge of the arena.

Such a small number of people were inconspicuous among the crowds from other branches. Those who didn't recognize them thought they were the kitchen staff of a certain branch.

The Seven Meridians martial arts performance, the grand gathering of the Seven Swords Sect, all the elders came out, it was a lively event.

Yunji looked at them one by one, and his eyes rested on the sixth Xiaoyu Peak elder, Liao Wuchang.

This man is really weird. You can't even see his face. You can only see a pair of dead fish-like eyes through the paper mask, like a ghost.

"What's wrong with the elders of Xiaoyu Peak? He's wearing a paper mask?" Yun Jida said.

"Elder Liao has a special hobby and doesn't like to show his true appearance to others. Junior brother, please be careful. You can't go to Xiaoyu Peak easily. I heard it is haunted." Ni Fuqing bit his lower lip after finishing speaking, looking frightened.

"What kind of ghost are we practitioners afraid of? Even if there is a ghost, we will kill it!" Luo Xiyun on the other side said in a loud voice.

"The martial arts performance is about to begin. Junior brothers and sisters are trying their best to get the Mist Breaking Artifact. This year's trip to Lingxi Forest may be the last one." Yu Jingwan's voice was filled with sadness.

"Master, we don't have much time left, we must try our best to collect fire tongue grass!" Brothers Gu Qing and Gu Chen said in unison.

Seventh senior brother Ye Tan, who cherished words like gold, nodded and said he would do his best.

"Ah... I'm so sleepy. Why am I still sleepy after sleeping all night?" Yun Fengdi rubbed his baby face with his hands and said with a sad face: "I have to be more energetic. It will be embarrassing if I can't get a broken fog raincoat."

Big."

"I'm afraid Eighth Senior Sister may have had a nightmare. Normally, if you don't sleep well, you will have many dreams." Yun Jida said.

"No, I never dream. I sleep deeply every night," Yun Fengdi said.
Chapter completed!