"My nephew only suffered a dodge attack and was only bitten." Lao Mo himself is not a good man. He has many lives under his hands and is an expert in injury examination. "Roughly judged, the murderer's mouth has dense teeth instead of
We have such fangs."
It opened its mouth and four large fangs were exposed.
"Could it be the prisoners?"
"It's not like that. I remember my nephew once let it slip that he was doing business at the foot of Zhimi Peak. It was one of the sub-mountains of Tianshu Peak. It was very desolate with no buildings. When I asked more out of curiosity, he
Stop talking about it."
He Lingchuan pondered: "Since the work is so dangerous, have anyone else disappeared in Tiangong these years?"
Lao Ge glared: "My friend asked me not to inquire anymore. I can't bear the secret of Tiangong."
He is a smart man and knows what to ask and what not to ask.
He Lingchuan understood, this topic ended here.
"By the way, didn't you ask about the origin of Fang Canran, the general manager of Dunyuan last time?" Lao Ge was still very fast in doing things, "I asked someone about it, and his family took root in Lingxu City seventy years ago.
It’s impossible to find out in the future, it’s too long ago.”
"What kind of business does his family do?"
"Oh, I have everything. When the Fang family came to Lingxu City, they still had some money and opened two shops, a cloth shop and a clothing store. After running it for more than ten years, they probably changed people and couldn't do it anymore, so they had to sell the shop and change careers."
Lao Ge counted his family treasures with his fingers, "Later, his family worked as a bookkeeper, worked as a private school, opened a store, and became a prostitute...until Fang Canran's uncle started to make progress in business again, so he brought Fang Canran into the business. As a result,
As a result, Fang Canran was much more ambitious than his uncle, and he achieved such great results at such a young age."
The Golden Horn family is a famous and aristocratic family on the floating island. Fang Canran manages the family's property, which is equivalent to a gold medal professional manager/agent. He not only has face but also money.
He Lingchuan nodded: "Well, this is the smoke coming out of the ancestors' graves."
I just don’t know if Fang Canran’s ancestor is related to Shao Jian!
If the Fang family deliberately concealed their family history from other places seventy years ago, outsiders would not be able to trace it back.
It seems that the insinuations about Canran's family history only go so far.
He took out another ingot of silver: "Lao Ge, I want to ask you to do something again."
The shiny silver came, and Lao Ge looked upright: "Just speak!"
Once they become strangers, second times they become friends, and third times they become friends.
Mainly because He Lingchuan acted generously.
The wealthy guest was whispering to him. After hearing this, Lao Ge laughed and said, "Isn't it just running errands and delivering letters? I don't think it's a difficult task. Leave it all to me from now on."
"Thank you."
Then, next he has to inquire about the past of the Ke family and the divine object.
Those were all from the old almanac almost two hundred years ago. Even in Lingxu City, probably not many people knew about it, and it was impossible to tell him.
Fortunately, He Lingchuan had someone to ask.
After returning to Pan Shanzhai for dinner, He Lingchuan went back to the house and closed the doors and windows before taking out something from the storage ring.
The leaf obtained from the Taoist tree at Tianji Peak in Xushan Mountain.
When asking people to tell others about bad luck from a tree, they always give green leaves or red leaves, but it is rare to give a half-red and half-green leaf.
When he came to him, the gold turned red.
Red, green, gold (yellow) red... Huh, I don’t know what kind of intersection he is walking on.
He Lingchuan held the leaf and studied it for a long time, but found no magical fluctuations. Apart from being beautiful, it was just an ordinary leaf.
Lao Ge said that many tourists who asked for fortune-telling took the leaves home as tourist souvenirs, which means that the thing itself should have no other use.
From a color perspective, red, green = yellow.
Can he understand that his fate has repeatedly fluctuated between bad and good, and it can no longer be summarized simply, but in the end the situation has become bad, so he simply gave this result.
From a symbolic point of view, yellow leaves represent withering...
Damn it, he doesn't want to die.
It is said that what Hong Chenglue got was also yellow leaves, standard yellow leaves.
Although it was still different from his, if there was a suitable opportunity, He Lingchuan would also like to ask Hong Chenglue to see if Huang Ye's tips were accurate.
Several sages and great masters of the Great Return Sect, including Dongli Zhenren’s master Mu Lingzun, seem to be sitting under the Wenwen tree. Is their divination ability better than that of Dongli who understood the "Collection of Passing Waters"?
Are real people more powerful?
The greedy divine bone necklace kept heating up. He Lingchuan looked through the leaves and found nothing new, so he simply fed it to it.
Seeing that the golden-red leaves were letting go with a "whoosh", he complained to the sacred bone necklace: "You are like Pixiu, the light can't get in and out, so you always need something to eat, and I don't see anything useful coming out of you!" Except for that!
The Beggar's Version of the Dragon Pillar of Punishment.
He is currently in a delicate and dangerous situation, and is in urgent need of help.
Unfortunately, this thing is of no use at all.
What can the big square pot that makes Lingxu City go crazy for? What can it do?
It was stormy at night, and he was too lazy to move, so he just lay down on the bed and slept.
He hoped to enter Panlong City, find out about the past of the Ke family and the divine objects, and find a direction for future actions.
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It was dark all around.
Is this the Panlong Soul Village? He Lingchuan's feeling was very strange. He didn't feel like he was seeing things with his eyes, but he was very aware of what was around him.
He seemed to be in a huge cave, surrounded by layers of rocks. The exit was far away, five feet away.
This means that the light source is also far away.
There is a lot of moisture in the cave, and occasionally water drops drip from the top of the cave and break into eight petals on the rocks with a thud.
Where is it?
He Lingchuan wanted to go out and take a look, but he couldn't move.
I don’t know how long it took, but as soon as the light at the cave entrance dimmed, someone walked in and looked down at him:
"It is a spiritual tree. It is so tenacious, but it is trapped here. It is a pity."
Only then did He Lingchuan realize that he seemed to be a skinny little tree with only two pitiful branches. The leaves grew and fell off.
The man turned around and walked out.
Just a few breaths later, there seemed to be a flash of thunder from above, and the light was brilliant.
The top of the mountain fell and the roof of the cave was gone.
They were all cut off with a sword.
For the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, sunlight shines into this dark cave.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The small tree was bathed in the sunshine and was trembling slightly in the breeze for the first time.
The man stood among the rocks with his sword in hand and smiled at him: "Grow up well, our clan is destined to you."
Since then, the sun has risen and the moon has set, there have been countless thunders and rains, and countless seasons have changed.
He Lingchuan's field of vision was no longer limited to the tree body, but instead looked like a holographic view, taking in the entire mountain top.
Although there are many differences, this mountain still looks familiar, especially the mountain with the top cut off——
Hey, isn’t this the Tianji Peak of later generations!
So what he previously substituted should be the infancy of the Daoist Tree. The person who opened a way for it to survive was probably... the Shougan Immortal?
As the tree grows bigger and bigger, spiritual awareness spreads and is no longer limited to itself.
It grows faster than other trees. It has emerged from the cave and is spreading its branches and leaves.
At that time, this mountain peak was also called Daofeng.
Disciples of Dahuanzong are in small groups, often chatting and playing under the trees, practicing swordsmanship and enlightenment; many immortals have set up altars here and started teaching.
The asking tree listened silently.
Many of these people have the ability to move up and down, and can control weapons and ride the wind.
Suddenly one day, dark clouds covered the mountains, covering not only Shouan Mountain, but also the entire Dahuanzong territory.
There is something in the clouds that is ready to move. Occasionally, it shows its head and tail, and it is the ferocious demon god.
Da Huan Zong ordered all his troops to attack, and for a moment countless rays of rainbow light rose from the ground and went straight into the clouds.
It was a spectacle that He Lingchuan had never seen before.
The first battle lasted for half a month, and more than a hundred disciples of the Dahuanzong were killed or injured.
But this is only the beginning of the bloody battle.
Not long after, several terrifying thunderbolts fell from the sky and struck the Taoist tree.
The big tree was blown into charred wood, and the spiritual sense was suddenly lost.
As a result, He Lingchuan's eyes fell into darkness again.
When he regained his vision, it seemed like a long time had passed, because the entire Taoist Peak had changed its appearance.
It used to be lush and green, but now it is bare and desolate, with thousands of ravines and ravines on the land, as if it had been washed by lava. There are almost no plants in this huge mountain range, and the few remaining trees have withered leaves and are dejected, as if they are dying.
The immortal on the first bank disappeared, and several elders of the Dahuan Sect stood under the Wenwen tree, debating whether to cut it down.
"It's stained with so much demonic blood, I'm afraid it will turn into a monster and eat people."
"Other spiritual trees will either wither or turn ferocious when exposed to the demonic blood. Master Shu'an would be sad if he knew that the Taoist tree would become like that."
"Hasn't it changed as usual? There are exceptions to everything! Have you forgotten? Even when the Taoist tree was destroyed by thunder, we still carried its leaves with us, thus blocking the magical power of Mulian's "Reality"
Eye', and then successfully lurked around Mulian and then defeated him! The tenacity of the Wenwen tree is far better than that of us humans!" An elder insisted on his opinion, "After the great catastrophe, there are very few spiritual beings left in the world.
If the tree can withstand the erosion of the demonic blood and survive, it will be a blessing for me to return to the sect."
Others asked him: "How to say?"
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been exhausted. Which of us can live a long life without it?" The elder laughed, "Thousands of years later, it can still protect our sect, but it is much better than us."
The Wenwen tree was preserved in this way.
Time flies, and another thousand years have passed.
The traces of the demon's wrath have long since disappeared, and Shoutan Mountain remains green.
As expected, the elders who discussed cutting down trees here all died one after another, and only the branches and leaves became evergreen and grew stronger.
The aerial roots hanging down from the tree have grown stronger and stronger, and have wrapped up the cave where the Taoist tree came from, forming a nesting wonder of a hole in the tree and trees growing inside the hole.
Adhering to the sect's legacy, the disciples of the Great Reunion Sect respect it very much, and many great masters in the past have enthroned here.
The master of Dao Dao Peak at this time was Lord Wood Spirit.
This man had a sharp skull, white spots on his face, and his eyes were usually narrowed to a slit, making it almost impossible to tell whether he was asleep or awake.
In terms of appearance, he is really unattractive and has no noble character at all. But everyone in Dahuanzong respects him.