The abandoned house is not as dilapidated as imagined, but rather quiet. Under the wall of the front yard, there are many flowers planted in different colors, but they don't seem to have much life, so they are not bright enough.
There are many big trees planted along several walkways in the courtyard. Trees are very common, but the strange thing is that the trunks of the trees are thick. They should be towering trees, but they are not taller than the walls. They seem to be pressed down by something, so
It can only grow on both sides, so that two trees that are obviously far apart are like vines, entwined and symbiotic.
Feng Ziqing observed the gap for a long time, making sure that the guard was not disturbed. Then he gritted his teeth again, pushed the dilapidated door open, raised his legs and stepped in.
As soon as he entered, a gust of cool wind blew in his face, making Feng Ziqing feel dizzy. He quickly used his energy to get rid of the dizziness.
He became more and more cautious. This cool breeze was certainly not an ordinary cool breeze. It was obvious that the spiritual energy of this place had changed due to the environment. It seemed that this trip to the abandoned house was destined to not be easy.
With a thought in his heart, Feng Ziqing placed the two false natal flying swords in front of him and controlled them to rotate back and forth one after another to prevent any unexpected events.
"ah!"
A roar suddenly resounded through the night sky. Feng Ziqing immediately took Fu Wei out of his sheath and held it in his hand, looking wary, but after waiting for a moment, nothing happened.
Could it be that the caretaker went crazy? Feng Ziqing cursed in his heart, frightening me.
After continuing to wait for a while, but still nothing happened, Feng Ziqing simply strode towards the inner courtyard. Anyway, he would have to face it sooner or later, so it would be easier.
As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, Feng Ziqing couldn't help but nodded. It finally looked like an abandoned house, swaying here and there, so it was decent.
He looked around and saw overgrown weeds and shabby rooms. Except for the larger spiders and spider webs, it was no different from an ordinary abandoned house. After staying in a spiritual place for many years, it was normal for the spiders to be larger.
Since there is nothing unusual in the inner courtyard, only the backyard needs to be dealt with carefully.
Feng Ziqing stayed at the archway into the backyard for a long time, unable to sense the situation in the backyard at all. It seemed that the power of the formation was not small. If he was trapped in the formation, it would be troublesome. It seemed that he had to think of a way out of the formation at the moment.
It’s law.
He thought about it, and suddenly thought of the strangely growing trees in the front yard, and he had a problem with it.
Time was limited, so he made a hasty arrangement and hid the fake natal flying sword with a different head somewhere in the front yard. Feng Ziqing controlled Fu Wei's fake natal flying sword and stepped into the backyard.
As soon as you enter the backyard, the scene changes instantly. There is no sense of dilapidation or weirdness, only comfort.
Entering through the arch, there is a medium-sized wooden house on the left side of the arch. The lights inside the wooden house are still on and the candle shadows are shaking. Outside the wooden house, there is a paved stone path that curves forward. At the end of the path, there is a pond with lotus flowers in it.
, there were bursts of frogs croaking, and several white carps were cruising under the lotus. They were extremely eye-catching under the moonlight.
There is a pavilion beside the pond. There are two shabby futons in the pavilion. There are several vegetable plots planted behind the pavilion. The vegetables are green in the vegetable plot. Two buckets are placed in the ground, indicating that someone is taking care of it.
Next to the vegetable field is the corner of the wall. There is a purple bamboo about three fingers wide and half a foot high in the corner. The bamboo leaves are purple-green, obviously not yet mature.
Feng Ziqing looked around, with only one thought in his mind, an illusion!? This was completely incompatible with the terrifying place described by the wise ghost Zhang Zhi!
Zhang Zhi confessed that the backyard was a vast area. Before the caretaker showed up, it could be said to be deserted and the environment was strange. There were gusty winds, bones exposed in the dirt, and crows flying around. It looked like a battlefield ruins.
Why has it changed so much since I came here? Is it possible that this illusion will change depending on the person? Then what is the basis for this change? Is it the state of mind of the intruder? Or the state of mind of the caretaker at this moment?
Feng Ziqing slowly walked towards the pond, looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, the inexplicable feeling of closeness emerged in his heart again.
If this is an illusion, and I feel close to the lotus in the illusion, then in a sense, is my path really similar to the lotus?
He touched his chin and remembered what Zhiyue said about the seventy-seven lotus flowers of different varieties in the Qilian Lake in Yuntian Sect. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to visit Yuntian Sect.
Feng Ziqing put his hand into the pond water. It was slightly cool but not uncomfortable. He walked around the pond and found nothing. Then he passed through the pavilion, entered the vegetable field, scooped water to water the vegetables, and relaxed his hair by the way.
earth.
Feng Zi patted the dirt on his hands. It had been so long since he came here, and the guard had never appeared. Could it be that he wanted to go into the house to find out?
When he came outside, he didn't sense anyone inside, so he pushed the door open and entered.
The furnishings in the house are simple, including bamboo chairs, bamboo beds, coffee tables, low tables, and a few oil lamps, which are no different from ordinary farmers' homes. The only eye-catching thing is a painting hanging on the bamboo bed.
The painting was rolled up, and I didn't know what it contained, but the scroll exuded bursts of aura, and I could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.
Feng Zi shook his head lightly, turned around and walked out of the house. When he stepped out of the threshold, a voice suddenly came from the door, "What, are you ready to leave now?"
Feng Ziqing was shocked. There was another person outside the door, and he was so close that he couldn't sense it!?
He quickly looked sideways and saw a young man with a round face leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, staring at him.
Feng Ziqing also looked at the young man with a round face, which was because he was a little fatter. He was wearing a wide purple robe, with a precious jade pendant hanging from his waist, and his eyes were bright.
Fatty people are relatively rare in the spiritual world.
Young appearance can be understood as a result of successful cultivation and good looks, but to the person in front of him, Feng Ziqing feels inexplicably familiar.
Illusion, the feeling in the illusion, is not just an illusion, Feng Ziqing convinced himself.
"Hey, I want to ask you something. Are you mute?" The round-faced young man seemed a little impatient and asked again.
Feng Ziqing muttered something in his mind. Not only was he a little fat, he also had a bad temper.
He raised his chin and replied not to be outdone: "You ask me and I have to answer? Who are you?"
The round-faced young man's eyes lit up, he immediately stood up straight, and asked attentively: "You are here, but you don't know who I am?"
Feng Zi snorted lightly and said, "Are you very famous? I have to know who you are when I come here?"
Regarding this answer, the round-faced young man seemed to be greatly surprised. He opened his mouth and said with an angry smile: "Since they sent you to find out the information, they didn't even tell you my identity. These juniors are really reckless in what they do now."
Very cool."
Send someone to inquire for information? Junior? Reckless?
Feng Ziqing listened to these words. Monk Zhang Er was confused for a moment and his face was full of doubts.
Seeing Feng Ziqing's reaction, the round-faced young man frowned and asked, "You weren't sent by them?"
Feng Ziqing asked back: "Who are they?"
"Hmm." The round-faced young man pondered for a moment and said to himself: "In this world of Jingluo, at such an age, he is already approaching the late stage of Chengxu Realm. He should undoubtedly be a descendant of my royal family. Could it be that he is a young genius elsewhere?"
The round-faced young man suddenly raised his head and asked, "Boy, what's your last name?"
Feng Ziqing was startled, why do people from the royal family of Ziluo Kingdom like to ask other people their last names?