This kind of flame spell can only be mastered by Fu Yun and his junior brother Fu Yu.
So, what is Fuyu doing here?
"Pavilion Master, Fu Yu has been here. He may know what happened. I will go find him right away." A disciple also recognized the instigator of the accident.
Lun Fuyu rested in the afternoon. He always liked to hang out in lively places, so he must have some secrets in coming to this remote place.
Fu Yun raised his hand, "First find out the identity of the deceased... When did Qingzhou have so many masters of the Golden Core Realm gather together?"
He suspected that this person was an undercover agent of Fu Zong.
Ziwei Pavilion has been disloyal for a long time. Fu Zong is on guard at all times. Fuyun is very suspicious that this person is an undercover agent of Fu Zong.
The disciple hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."
He suddenly remembered something, "Pavilion Master, do you think the people who did these things were the seventh elder of Piao Miao Huan Mansion and his entourage?"
Everyone knows that Wen Yi came to Qingzhou. She once had a bad relationship with the pavilion master.
Maybe she wanted to come to Qingzhou to visit the pavilion master, but then she was haunted by ghosts who didn't know whether to live or die. She wanted to buy a gift for the pavilion master and was tricked by the shop owner, so she asked the experts accompanying her to help.
Well, that’s definitely the case!
"It's not Wen Yi." Fu Yun's head ached when he thought of Wen Yi's nymphomaniac face. She had too many bad qualities. Not to mention perfect, she didn't even reach excellence:
"No one in Piaomiaohuan Palace practices the ruthless sword. Wen Yi follows the path of emotion."
Those who take this path are destined to not live in peace. The male cultivators around them come and go faster than changing clothes.
Fu Yun also wanted to try it with Wen Yi, but the result was unexpected.
Imperfection means everything is flawed.
Before Wen Yi went through the tribulation, he received a marriage proposal contract, and Fu Yun sent someone to cancel the engagement.
When the disciple came back, Fu Yun found out that ten male cultivators had broken off their engagement at the same time. The disciple was dumbfounded, but Fu Yun didn't take it seriously. Everything was as expected.
"That's right, the Seventh Elder doesn't like cold and cold places, how could he come to Qingzhou." The disciple bowed and stepped back.
After handling the matters here, Fu Yun flashed to the edge of the ancient ruins thousands of miles away.
This is a valley. The strong murderous aura and overwhelming resentment have turned this place into a barren land. There are sparse vegetation growing on the mountains on both sides. Every stone and tree on the ground has talismans engraved on it or talisman paper pressed on it.
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There was a thick light pink fog in the distance. The farther in, the thicker the fog became, and finally turned into a blood red.
The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion built a watchtower on the top of each mountain peak to observe changes in the surroundings. The scope of observation is very small.
This place is always guarded by the elite disciples of Ziwei Pavilion to prevent people from breaking in and losing their lives. It is also the first barrier against the ruins.
"Kacha kacha——"
There was a sound of chopping not far away. Fu Yun followed the sound and saw a disciple cutting down trees with gloves soaked in Fu water.
The felled tree exuded a strong aura of death, and red blood flowed from the knife edge.
At this time, a disciple came over and saluted Fuyun:
"Ever since a mysterious object fell into the ruins a month ago, the monsters inside have been trying to escape like crazy, parasitizing on the flowers, plants and trees one by one."
Fu Yun didn't listen to what his disciple said the whole time, his eyes fell on her messy hair, and he waited until the other party finished speaking: "Go and freshen up quickly."
The disciple's face turned red, "Yes, Sect Master."
Fu Yun not only has high demands on himself, but also demands perfection from those around him.
Half a month later is the annual God Festival. At that time, there will be immortals in charge, and the monsters in the secret realm will hide and not be so active.
Every year at this time, the Fu Sect would send its disciples to the ancient ruins for training.
For thousands of years, no one has entered the core of the ruins. It is said that there are treasures left by ancient immortals inside.
Fu Yun has made up his mind to investigate and secure the future for Ziwei Pavilion.
...
Wen Yi waited for Fuyu to seal all the fish roes before asking:
"Why is it that there are rumors everywhere in Qingzhou City that the Seventh Elder of Piaomiao Huanfu is coming here? Is she really going to come?"
Fu Yu held the urn in her arms like a baby, "It's just a legend. It's not certain whether she will come, but she likes my senior brother, so maybe she will come."
While talking, a voice came from outside the door:
"The seventh elder is already in Qingzhou. God, she will definitely go to Ziwei Pavilion to see the pavilion master. How can the pavilion master have time to care about her?"
"The person who released the news also said that she had already disguised herself. I don't know what her intentions were."
"I must want to give the pavilion master a surprise! I once saw the seventh elder from a distance, and his appearance matches the pavilion master very well. He is very good-looking, and he is also very carefree."
"Stop talking, it's time to prepare things for the God Festival."
"..."
Wen Yi didn't understand why they even knew about their disguise.
Could it be ‘Lord Lingyuan’?
She remembered that the magical book could not only summon thunder and lightning, but also knew the history of the past and present very clearly, and it also had certain powers of prediction.
"That day when we broke off the engagement, I went there on behalf of my senior brother." Fu Yu couldn't help but think of the scene when she entered the Misty Fantasy Mansion that day.
That was the first time he stepped into the Six Sects.
Before we reach the main peak of Piaomiao Huanfu, we can see the mountains floating in mid-air, the towering palaces, and the majestic buildings and jade buildings.
Each peak and each vein has its own characteristics.
The white clouds on the main peak, Yunxiao Palace, are constantly changing, transforming into endless and vast knowledge.
Just taking a look at Fuyu from a distance, I feel like I have opened up the Rendu and Du channels, and my mind is suddenly enlightened. It is very useful!
They stopped ten miles away from Piaomiao Peak, walked into Piaomiao Huanfu, and followed the disciples of Piaomiao Huanfu to Wen Yi's Piaomiao Peak.
This peak hangs high in the sky, and rare and exotic animals can be seen everywhere. The aura is rich, and the pavilions and pavilions are all luxurious and majestic.
When the fairy boy from Piaomiao Peak heard about his origin, he joked: "This is the tenth letter of divorce today."
After saying that, Fairy Boy chuckled and said, "Everyone, the Peak Master is not here. I have received the letter of annulment, please come back."
Seeing Fu Yu in a daze, Wen Yi suddenly asked, "Were you the one who broke off the engagement?"
"Yes." Fu Yu nodded obediently, "Wen Yi, is this your first time in Qingzhou? If nothing goes wrong, I will take you around tomorrow?
The Festival of Sacrifice to Gods is about to begin. This is the most important festival in Qingzhou and it is very lively."
Wen Yi helped him deal with profiteers and taught him how to store fish roe. Fu Yu became very fond of her.
Wen Yi likes excitement. It would be nice to come to Qingzhou to look for the fragments of the fairy sword and play with it. "Who are you honoring during the festival? What's so fun about it?"
Fu Yu: "To pay homage to Shen Yu, the prince who ascended thousands of years ago."
When it came to festival celebrations, he talked endlessly, and from time to time he asked Wen Yi what he thought after listening to it and whether he said it well.
When Wen Yi looked suspicious, Fu Yu was very nervous.
The corners of Wen Yi's mouth curled up, and Fu Yu danced with excitement.
Shen Yu didn't know when he sat down next to Wen Yi and listened quietly to the god sacrificial ceremony. Memories from thousands of years ago rushed into his mind one after another like a tide.