The rustling autumn wind picks up the remaining leaves and flies all over the sky.
Feng Qingyan, dressed in white as snow, stood quietly under the pavilion and watched Zi Yaqin leave.
Behind him, he was still followed by Shao Shiling, who wrote to record this scene, and even the farewell song sung by Feng Qingyan was recorded verbatim.
When the bullock cart disappeared from the horizon, Feng Qingyan did not leave immediately.
At this time, his brows furrowed slightly, and he squinted his eyes and glanced around, seeming to feel a faint murderous aura.
Someone wants to kill me?
Feng Qingyan was not surprised.
He was a little surprised that someone dared to take action.
Could it be the Ghost King of Youdu?
He guessed.
In Zhou Tianxia, the person who wants him dead the most is probably Youdu. Of course, there are no absolutes in everything, but it may be people from hundreds of holy schools of thought, or even Confucianism.
Who knows?
However, it is also possible that it was his illusion.
Because the murderous aura was so faint that he could hardly feel it.
If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible to feel it.
So he wasn't sure.
At this time, the two young masters looked at each other and vaguely noticed something was wrong with the aura of the saint, but they did not ask out loud.
Their duty is only to record the words and deeds of the canon.
"Murderous."
Feng Qingyan said calmly.
At this moment, he finally clearly captured a trace of murderous intent.
That wisp of murderous aura was very light, as if it came from the northwest along with the autumn wind, and just happened to blow on him, allowing him to catch it just right.
After hearing this, the young ministers on the left and right immediately became vigilant.
That soft gaze immediately became like a blade, scanning the surroundings coldly.
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked northwest, his brows furrowed, and he no longer felt the presence of murderous intent. It seemed that the person who wanted to kill him was gone.
gone?
He sensed it carefully.
It seems that he really left, maybe he gave up on killing him.
At this time, he stepped into the sky, but instead of chasing towards the northwest, he transformed into a roc and flew back towards Burial Mountain Academy.
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
The light and shadow of a huge roc appeared on Feng Qingyan's body, spread its wings and flew away.
Shi Ling, the two young men on the left and right, were stunned for a moment, and then chased after him.
However, they couldn't catch up with Feng Qingyan with their "Floating into the Clouds", so they had to use "Wind Rising Ninety Thousand Miles" to transform into a roc and fly away like Feng Qingyan.
"Murderous?"
At this time, a figure landed where Feng Qingyan was standing just now. He looked to the northwest in confusion and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Why didn't he feel murderous intent?
One is the scribe realm and the other is the Wenwang realm. Why does the scribe realm sense it but the Wenwang realm doesn’t?
Donglou Hui frowned slightly.
But at this time, he couldn't leave Feng Qingyan too far and go northwest to search...
"Really murderous?"
Dong Lou Hui was a little hesitant, and at this time he was not sure whether he had murderous intent or not.
He thought for a moment, then turned around and chased Feng Qingyan.
No matter whether he has murderous intent or not, Feng Qingyan's safety is the most important, and it may be the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
After Donglou Hui left.
In a forest ten miles away to the northwest, a young man in white clothes was already sweating profusely.
At this time, he sensed that Feng Qingyan and others were leaving, and seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief. However, he could not imagine that Xusheng, who was only a scribe, could sense murderous aura ten miles away.
And it was the murderous aura that he accidentally leaked.
terrible.
Fortunately, he stopped his thoughts and gave up completely in his heart.
After a while, he recovered and said to himself: "That's good, I can get in close contact with Xusheng..."
At this time, he had completely given up, and there was no murderous intention in his heart. Naturally, he could get in close contact with Xu Sheng, and even have the opportunity to enter Burial Mountain Academy.
"You are not even old enough to be able to peek into the holy realm. It is truly unparalleled."
The young man in white exclaimed in his heart.
"But isn't the Holy Road broken? Why can Feng Qingyan still have a glimpse of the Holy Land?" The young man in white couldn't figure it out, so he thought to himself: "Could it be that the Holy Road has reappeared?"
"Does this mean that the Ladder to Heaven and the Floating Mountains can also be reconnected?"
At this time, the young man in white's eyes lit up, and he felt a little excited in his heart. If the ladder appeared and could be connected again, would it mean...
Unfortunately it's just his guess.
"Go to Ba City and have a look..."
The young man in white whispered.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and he suddenly turned into a white mist and gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.
Not long after, a faint white mist appeared by the Lingshui River, a hundred miles away from Bo City, and a young man in white walked out of the white mist.
The white fog dispersed.
He stood by the Lingshui River, looked at the Burial Mountain Academy, and then walked towards Bo City.
However, he suddenly stopped, turned back to the Lingshui River, looked at the reflection in the river, and frowned slightly.
There was a small group of faint white mist between his eyebrows.
This is the mark of the fog.
He pondered for a moment, then took up the river water with both hands and wiped it between his eyebrows.
The mark of fog between the eyebrows was hidden.
However, it is still possible for beings at the Confucian level to see through it, and even Xusheng in the scribe realm cannot hide it.
After all, Xu Sheng can feel his murderous intent ten miles away.
At this time, he stood up with a frown, looked around, and finally landed on the burial mountain.
There is a god on the burial mountain.
He could see it at a glance.
It is a pity that there is an academy at the foot of Burial Mountain, one of the eighty-one academies of Confucianism.
Therefore, he cannot go to the Mountain Burial God for help.
Who to look for?
If Dongshan Jun takes action, even the great sage will not be able to see through the mark on his brow and heart, but Dongshan Jun is already the Dongshan Jun of the Zhou Dynasty...
He sighed.
At this time, he closed his eyes, and then his body gradually turned into a white mist.
The white mist dispersed upstream and downstream along the Lingshui River.
After a while, the white mist dispersed towards the lower reaches of the Lingshui River, looking like mist emitted by the river.
After the white mist drifted for an unknown number of miles, perhaps hundreds of miles, perhaps thousands of miles, the white mist finally stopped.
A figure in white walked out of the white mist, looked at the Lingshui River and said lightly: "Wubai has seen the Lingshui God."
But Lingshuihe didn't respond.
The young man in white couldn't help but smile and said: "Wu Bai has no other intentions, he just wants a drop of rootless water."
Lingshuihe still didn't respond.
"In this case, I have no choice but to bring the fog to myself. I hope Lingshui God will forgive me." The young man in white muttered for a while, and his body turned into a white mist again, and actually merged into the Lingshui River.
A moment later, the Lingshui River suddenly surged, setting off huge waves several feet high, as if it was angry.
A blurry water shadow appeared, looking extremely angry, but facing the young man in white, he had no choice but to watch as a drop of rootless water was taken away.
The white fog dispersed.
The young man in white has snatched a drop of rootless water from the hands of Lingshui God.
"Wubai thanks the Lingshui God."
The young man in white applied Wugen Water to the center of his eyebrows.
At this time, I am afraid that even great scholars and even great sages would have difficulty discovering the mark of fog between his eyebrows. He looked at the still angry Lingshui God, smiled and said: "Wubai will definitely help you take the position of River God one day.