Chapter 130: The reason for the fog (monthly ticket)
With this thought, Zong Shou shook his head again. If there was a big formation here, it would be a big deal. If it was a spiritual figure, this person must be a random spiritual figure at the entrance of the Traveling Realm, and he could easily return to Songsong. Why bother taking his life?
The key is that there are no traces of the regular circulation of the husband's buttocks spiritual energy in this vicinity, so it is not a spiritual formation.
At least Zong Shou can't sense it now.
Xuanyuan Yiren followed him and came to the carriage. When he looked around, he also frowned.
When she rushed over from behind, the surroundings were already thick with fog, so she didn't think too much for a moment. It wasn't until this moment that she realized that something was wrong with the situation. After thinking for a moment, she didn't dare to agree: "Uncle Lian, isn't it? "Nong is wrong? Aren't you going straight ahead? How could you get lost? And I remember it was less than two seconds before the fog started. How could it happen so fast?"
"Sister Xuanyuan, I, Lian Fan, have never told lies!"
Lian Fan looked solemnly and pointed to the front of his car: "Just look at these wind riding horses and you will know that they seem to be going straight, but in fact they are a little off. In addition to the fact that there is something wrong with the heavy fog, there should be some other illusions that enchant the mind. I guess it has just turned around in a circle, and I don’t know which direction this cloud-turning carriage is going in. I also have a special bloodline in my ancestors, so I can detect it early!"
Xuanyuan Yiren was startled, and when he looked carefully, the situation was exactly as Lian Fan said. His expression suddenly became stern, and he looked around thoughtfully.
Zong Shou looked around for a moment, then suddenly smiled and sat down nonchalantly: "Uncle Lian, please stop! It seems like there is probably an expert here who is performing a great attack. The person who is performing the attack is unwilling to let us go. "It's useless if the car continues to run. It's better to take a break and let the horse build up its strength."
Ever since he was sent by Liancheng to be a groom, Lian Fan has always been respectful in his words to Zong Shou. But after experiencing yesterday's battle, he is even more sincerely convinced and obedient to Zong Shou, treating him as Lunyin. Buddha's words are general.
Hearing this, Fan Fan did not hesitate and waved his riding whip to stop all those wind horses.
Xuanyuan Yiren glanced at Zong Shou dissatisfiedly, as if blaming him for making his own decision, but did not refute it.
After waiting for two full hours, Zong Shou actually fell into a calm and deep sleep. Seeing that it was getting late, the fog still showed no sign of dissipating. Xuanyuan Yiren gradually saw the anxious look, and simply took off. He stood up, stood on the top of the carriage, clasped his hands and said to the people around him: "I wonder which senior is doing this? The younger disciples of the Danquan Sect have returned to their son Xuanyuan, so it is polite to stay here. I also ask the seniors to show their kindness. , how about we leave?”
The sound was so powerful that it could be heard traveling ten miles away. The surrounding echoes could be heard faintly.
But when the words fell, another half an hour passed, and no one around answered. Naturally, the heavy fog showed no sign of dissipating.
Zong Shou was woken up with a ghostly smile, although he didn't know what the purpose of the person who created this fog was.
However, it can be confirmed that this person actually has no evil intentions towards him. If he really wants to harm him, he can use countless methods at this time.
Xuanyuan Yiren seemed to have noticed it. After pondering for a moment, he sighed helplessly: "Your Majesty, the heavy fog here should not be harmful to us. But there is no way to wait like this. Yun Niang and I went to take a look around. .If there is any danger, you can use my Fire Sign Talisman to warn you. This Talisman is specially made by our Danquan Sect. Even in this heavy fog, you can still see it."
A piece of pale gold talisman paper flew out from Xuanyuan Yiren's hand. It seemed that Zong Shou thought that Zong Shou could not use it, so the fire letter talisman was photographed directly in front of Chuxue. Then came a piece of gold zhēn, and forty pieces of second-order beast crystals, arranged around the carriage.
Zong Shou took a casual look and knew that this was a spiritual formation for identifying directions. As for the golden zhēn, it was something commonly used by Xuanyuan Yiren, contaminated by his aura and spiritual thoughts. Under the special spiritual formation, even if it was dozens of miles away, It can also be identified by induction. The entire spiritual array is extremely simple, but clever.
His eyes narrowed slightly, but Zong Shou didn't care. Seeing Xuanyuan Yiren and Li Yunniang leaving, he stood up with a smile and stretched his body: "I'm almost full now! Xue'er, how about we Want to go out for a walk too?"
Chuxue said, "Hey," and looked at the direction Xuanyuan Yiren was leaving: "But young master, didn't Miss Yiren ask us to wait for her here?"
"You are my Zongshou's girl, do you listen to me or hers?"
Zong Shou grinned, jumped out of the carriage, and activated the thunder-walking spirit bone, which clicked and moved forward like a wooden puppet. His sword eyebrows were raised coldly, and he pressed the thunder tooth sword with his hand, with a fierce intention. With a half-smile but not a smile: "Since that person has laid out such a big battle for your young master, how can it be possible for the show to end without me, the rightful master?"
Chuxue seemed to understand, but didn't hesitate much. She also jumped off the carriage and followed Zong Shou with a confused look on her face. Lian Fan also knew the opportunity and left all the wind riding horses and cloud-turning chariots here, and followed him. back.
Zong Shou, on the other hand, was aimless along the way, and he didn't make any distinction. He just moved forward based on his feelings. Suddenly he went east, then turned south again. He saw that the two people behind him were looking at each other.
Oddly enough, just when Chuxue was secretly wondering, could it be that her young master had actually lost his temper and how long would it take to reach the end if he kept going like this? Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of them and suddenly came into the eyes of the three of them.
Following the light, I walked over and saw that here was a small stream bank. On both sides of the stream, there were large green areas with willows swaying. The water in the stream spilled back, making a tinkling-dong-dong sound, as if Like fairy music.
Strange to say, there is heavy fog around here, making it difficult to see clearly in front of people. However, there is no fog at all along this section of the stream bank, making it look like a fairyland.
And under the willow tree, I saw two people sitting cross-legged.
There is a man and a woman. The man seems to be seventy years old. He is wearing linen and Confucian clothes. He has a white beard and white hair, and has an immortal air. He seems to be a fairy, with a hidden smile.
The woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and there is a lightning mark that flickers between her eyebrows. Her face is so beautiful that people can't help but look at her more. Her temperament is not that of a peerless and vulgar one, but a kind of eccentricity. charm.
Behind the old man and the young man, there were two other people standing, both of whom were his acquaintances. One was Lei Dong, and the other was Zhao Yanran.
When he saw Zong Shou, the latter's eyes suddenly glowed strangely and he looked over. Lei Dong looked towards him, smiling sheepishly and winking.
The interaction between the old man and the young man was different. Their expressions moved slightly, and they seemed to be slightly disappointed, but also a little hopeful.
Zong Shou was startled, and looked at the old man and the young girl in surprise. Then he just thought about it for a moment, and vaguely guessed what was going on. He glared at Lei Dong, then walked over and walked toward him. He bowed to the two of them and said, "Zong Shou has met these two seniors! Dare I ask their names? I don't know what I am doing here, but what are you doing? Can you please be kind and let Zong Shou and others go?"
The girl with the thunder mark between her eyebrows said nothing, and her blue eyes looked up and down Zong Shou. Her eyes were as if she were looking at a lover, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
The same was true for the old man. After a moment, he smiled and said: "My name is Yan Fan, and I am Lei Dong's uncle. I am in charge of Wujue Villa. I know that you and Lei Dong are sworn brothers, so from now on you can call me Uncle Lei." Can!"
Before he finished speaking, the young girl snorted coldly: "Don't make random connections! He and your nephew Hui'er have only known each other for a day. Can such a brother count?"
Yan Fan smiled and nodded towards the young girl: "You recognize the two people behind. As for this one, despite her young age, she has a good reputation in the Yun Realm. She was born in the Taiyuan Sect of Cang Huisheng Dao. , known as Taiyuan Fairy, named Shui Lingbo. Ordinary Lingwu Zun will have to deal with changes.
Su Chuxue heard it and felt nothing, but Zong Shou and Lian Fan could not help but feel a slight tremor in their bodies.
The latter had only vaguely heard of the names of the two sects, but Zong Shou was truly shocked.
Wujue Villa, this is another great holy land sect, ranking fifth among the ten holy lands. The Taiyuan Sect is stronger, one of the three pillars of the Cang Huisheng Dao. It also controls the third and tenth of the Shifu Holy Land. The Seventh Great Holy Land is powerful and powerful, surpassing Lingyun Sect several times.
Compared with the Lingfu Sect Hui Sect, their strength is extremely different.
But what really surprised him was the two people in front of him. They were the first batch of masters to enter the realm of immortal martial arts after the rise of Lingchao Fu.
In the previous life in the game "God Emperor", these two were already out of reach for players.
Once the martial arts spiritual master reaches the fairyland, his lifespan can reach up to three thousand. In his time, many people were speculating that these two people were actually still alive, but they just disappeared.
Chief Zong took a breath and managed to calm down his heart. With a calm expression, he bowed slightly to the two of them.
Although the identities of these two people are astonishing, he has nothing to ask for, so naturally there is no need to flatter them.
Yan Fan saw this and smiled: "Looking at you, you must have heard of my name and Fairy Taiyuan's. Both of us are reclusive people, and our reputations are not obvious. The prince can know it, so I must have learned from my family." origin!"
He waved his sleeves again, tapped a chessboard between him and Shui Lingbo, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, don't blame me! There is another reason for this fog, and it is not something we can make things difficult for. It's just that not long ago, Tai and I Fairy Yuan, we were discussing Lingyun Sect’s Jingyun Shenmiè Sword Technique. We had some disagreements and were at loggerheads. That’s why the fog arose.”
When Chuxue heard this, she immediately looked towards the chessboard. She saw that the chessboard made of sandalwood was already covered with black and white pieces. It was no different from ordinary chess pieces.
Jin couldn't help but wonder secretly, thinking, what does this discussion of sword fighting have to do with playing chess? Could this foggy sky be all caused by this chess game? It's unbelievable!
Zong Shou secretly sneered, and sure enough the next moment, Yan Fan looked over with a smile: "I heard Lei Dong mention that you once helped him understand the meaning of mountains and rivers?