After nearly two months, we returned to Kyoto again.
Late at night after one o'clock in the morning, the RV drove into the villa. Before the car stopped, Pei Chuan couldn't wait to jump out.
Fortunately, the drivers tonight are Tieshan and Lingxi. Otherwise, due to Pei Chuan's outrageous behavior, I am really afraid that I will die on my doorstep.
Du Qirui, who had learned the news in advance, greeted us in the yard with a cane and a kind smile.
"Master." Pei Chuan wailed, and stepped forward to salute with tears in his eyes.
"Master, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you in the past two months, and I can't sleep at night without thinking about food and tea. I have lost a total of sixteen kilograms."
"Look at my little arms and my little legs. They are all as thin as bamboo poles."
Pei Chuan hugged Du Qirui and performed a touching scene of the deep love between master and disciple.
It's a pity that the latter didn't appreciate it, and said coldly with a dark face: "Have you lost weight? Why did I find that your face is fatter than before."
"Uh..." Pei Chuan stepped back with a smile, rubbed his cheeks and said humbly: "Illusion, you must have an illusion."
Du Qirui was too lazy to pay attention to Pei Chuan who was doing nothing. He focused on Lingxi and me, then looked at Ji Qinghe and Xiao Yuer, nodded with a smile and said: "It's good to be safe. Hurry, I've prepared a supper for you tonight.
Have a good night's sleep and leave everything to tomorrow."
As he said this, at the dinner table, Du Qirui's eyes became sad when he talked about his trip to Miao territory and about my third uncle.
He lowered his head, looked down on his expression, and said in a sad tone: "Kunlun is ashamed of Junior Brother Xinglan."
"Master, don't blame yourself too much. As long as Uncle Xinglan is still alive, I believe there will always be a way to restore his sanity." Pei Chuan comforted: "With Uncle Xinglan's current strength, we don't have to worry about safety.
This eliminates worries and gives us enough time to look for clues."
Ji Qinghe responded: "That's right, even if we dig three feet into the Kunlun Scripture Pavilion, we still have to find more records about the demon swordsmanship from our ancestors."
"I don't believe it. With such a powerful sword move, why are there only sword manuals and thirty-six sword formations left?"
"Is it possible that no one will realize how terrible it is that the Supreme Being forgets his love?"
Du Qirui shook his head and said: "I have informed your father. Not to mention digging three feet into the ground of the Sutra Pavilion, even the old Sutra Pavilion was dug up to the ground by Kunlun disciples and still found nothing."
Ji Qinghe was stunned.
Lingxi pondered: "Is it possible to store it in the Kunlun Forbidden Land?"
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that." Pei Chuan stood up excitedly and said loudly: "The Demon Sword Technique is too terrifying. It makes sense that it was kept in a forbidden place by the ancestors of the past generations. Only in this way can we explain why the Kunlun Scripture Pavilion is
There are no other records of the demon swordsmanship."
Du Qirui's eyes wandered and kept flickering: "There is indeed a great possibility."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Ji Qinghe said excitedly: "I will arrange for the disciples to inform their father. After all, only successive masters can enter the Kunlun Forbidden Land."
Du Qirui stopped him and said: "There is no need to arrange disciples, it is a serious matter, let me go there myself."
Lingxi agreed: "This is the safest way."
Tang Jingyue, who was injured, looked pale and said: "The Taixuan Sword was taken away by my junior brother. The luck of the Five Peaks will pass away silently if it loses the suppressor. The Nine Sun Mirror is broken, and the only thing left is the Qiankun Seal. Can't it be suppressed?"
Wufeng is still a problem.”
Du Qirui said with a slight headache: "This is indeed a troublesome matter. Junior Brother Xinglan must look for it quickly."
"Is it possible to repair the Jiuyang Mirror?" Ji Qinghe took out the wooden box from his backpack: "It broke into seventy or eighty pieces. I picked them all back up, and there were quite a few."
"It's difficult. Even if it is repaired, the power will not be half as good as before." Du Qirui sighed and asked Tang Jingyue: "Junior sister, do you want to go back to Kunlun with me to heal?"
