Feng Ziyu was surprised by Si Xueyi's performance and wanted to say something, but in the end he smiled: "Yes, we will meet eventually. But before leaving, I have something to say."
"Please say."
Feng Ziyu said sternly: "Master Xueyi, this Holy Transmission Ceremony should be a sure thing, but after today's storm, accidents may not happen. There is still one month before the Holy Transmission Ceremony, and Master Xueyi cannot slack off in his practice.
It’s best to mention your cultivation level again.”
Si Xueyi looked up at the woman and said softly: "Thank you very much."
Feng Ziyu said: "You're welcome."
Si Xueyi said no more and waved goodbye to her without any nostalgia.
After he turned around, Feng Ziyu's expression changed, and she looked at the former's back and fell into deep thought.
I really can’t figure it out. Could it be that he doesn’t care about the Kunpeng Sacred Code and the Purple Thunder Sacred Fire at all?
…
After leaving Xiaoyun Courtyard, Si Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with Feng Ziyu was really a bit tiring.
"Xiaobai, did you notice anything?"
"I don't feel anything, but if you lend me the Sun and Moon Magic Lamp, I can take a look in person one day and I will definitely find some clues. This kind of innate holy fire cannot disappear so cleanly."
"Blow it, there are so many powerful people in the holy realm who can't be found, can you find them?"
"I am born close to fire. Otherwise, I would not have such high attainments in the art of refining medicine. After becoming a saint, I will often deal with holy fires. In addition, with the help of the sun and moon magic lamps, if I can't find any clues,
I won’t call myself a disciple of the Dragon Emperor in the future.”
After listening to Bai Lixuan's words, Si Xueyi felt confident that she still had to go to the sacred fire ruins.
In the night, Si Xueyi's thoughts were like lightning.
The predecessor of the Holy Court is the Qianqiu Holy Land, with various holy veins hidden under the endless mountain peaks.
This place is occupied by various forces and is called the Qianqiu Holy Land. It has music squares, restaurants, academies, spiritual sects, and sword towers. It can be said that a hundred schools of thought are contending, each leading the way, unique in the world, and unparalleled in the world.
Things have changed over the past nine hundred years, and everything belongs to the Holy Court.
Si Xueyi sighed inwardly. He looked up and saw two majestic peaks in the distance.
If the names have not been changed, one is called Qianqiu and the other is Jinxiu.
These are two sacred mountains in the Qianqiu Holy Land. There are ninth-grade holy veins at the foot of the mountains. The scenery in the mountains is as beautiful as a fairyland. There are many holy medicines hidden in them. They were occupied by two top forces at the time.
There is a grand square between the two mountains. It was here that he and Yue Bingyun played the piano and had a duel.
Behind these two mountains, a group of peaks stand. Each peak has its own unique artistic conception and Taoist charm. Their visions are different, and they are also a wonder.
Of course, the most amazing thing is that in the long years of 100,000 years, every peak has produced strong men at the peak of the Holy Realm, and they are all magnificent figures who shine for an era.
Therefore, this vast mountain peak has a domineering name of "Wan" Holy Peak.
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Together with the two sacred mountains in front, it is called the Eternal Splendid Mountain and has countless heroic figures and romantic stories.
Si Xueyi was recalling the past when a white shadow suddenly floated over the sky, looking like an immortal under the moonlight.
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "Wearing white clothes and floating around in the sky in the middle of the night..."
Bai Lixuan suddenly stopped him: "Don't say it."
But Si Xueyi didn't stop and continued: "Aren't you afraid of scaring people?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Si Xueyi felt a chill fall on him. The hair on his body stood on end and he was very nervous.
This is an unimaginably terrifying pressure, even stronger than that of Feng Yuan Saint Lord in Xiaoyun Court just now.
Si Xueyi knew that she was being targeted, her expression remained unchanged, and she said softly: "The moonlight is so beautiful, but tonight there seems to be someone even more beautiful than the moonlight."
In fact, it was completely unnecessary for him, because he only glanced at the figure that day and then looked away.
Si Xueyi felt relieved and hurried to Tianlin Peak.
He couldn't see clearly the man in white clothes floating in the sky, but he had a vague feeling that he was the legendary First Lord.
"Xiao Bai, you are such a ruthless person, why didn't you remind me?"
"I reminded you."
"It seems really scary. Let's go quickly."
…
Si Xueyi's guess was correct, the woman in white clothes in the sky was the head of the Holy Court, the Yue Fairy who was the head of the Yue Da family nine hundred years ago.
She averted her gaze and floated lightly, landing on the top of Qianqiu Mountain.
Someone has been waiting here for a long time. She is a stunning woman wearing bright clothes, Master Yanmiao, one of the six elders of Longyuan Pavilion.
She looks very gentle, and her clothes are colorful, giving people a very friendly feeling.
"What happened to the two saints of Qian Yang Palace? I felt their anger and murderous intent even in Yuehu Qingxiu."
After standing firm, he sat down in front of a tea table and picked up the Xiao Long Jue that Elder Yan Miao had brewed.
Yan Miao smiled lightly and said softly: "The young man who won the championship was the cause of the incident, and it was finally settled by Xuan Ming..."
The story was not long, and Yan Miao finished it quickly.
The leader put down his teacup, with no expression on his cold face, and said thoughtfully: "As expected of Xuan Ming, no wonder he has presided over the championship battles for so many years. He is the only one who can be impartial and selfless while not fearing the threats from other aristocratic families.
"
Yan Miao filled the tea cup and said softly: "But this time the Bai family will definitely not give up. The "good guy" from the Feng family also took the opportunity to pull out the nails left by the Bai family and took advantage of them. The Bai family
I lost all my face this time.”
When she spoke, she looked at the leader carefully. She seemed to be able to see the leader's face clearly, but when she looked closely, it was hazy again.
Qianqiu Mountain towers into the clouds, and the top of the mountain leaps through the clouds and mists.
In this mountaintop teahouse, both the bright moon and the stars in the sky seem to be much closer, making the leader look particularly cold and fairy-like, as if he will leave the world at any time.
Yue Bingyun knocked on the tea table, raised her eyes and said, "Have you found his roots?"
After the championship battle, Si Xueyi inevitably came into Longyuan Pavilion's sight and was noticed by the leader. Naturally, his information had to be found out.
Yan Miao skillfully held a cup and rolled tea while saying: "His information after he was in Canglan College was very clear, but the information before was completely blank."
"Tian Shu Lou can only infer his information based on Feng Yueyu. Feng Yueyu can be sure that he comes from the Sword Immortal lineage. He and Feng Yueyu went to Canglan Academy together. It can be reasonably speculated that he is also from a hidden family."
Because of the existence of Xuanlong Tower, there have always been children from aristocratic families entering the academy anonymously. There is no big problem with the logic of Tianshu Tower.
Yue Bingyun blew the mist from the tea and said casually: "The reclusive family named Si is very rare."
Yan Miao said: "Maybe it's a pseudonym."
Yue Bingyun's face turned cold, and she said in a cold voice: "That's a coincidence, it happened to be called this name."
The name Si Xueyi is not common, but she has heard of some people with the same name in the past nine hundred years, but she has never seen someone with a pseudonym.
Yan Miao said cautiously: "Is this name important?"
Yue Bingyun looked slightly stunned and did not answer this question.
After a long while, she said softly: "Did you just say that the Bai family won't let it go?"
Yan Miao nodded: "This young man's personality is too flamboyant, and he may get into trouble at the Holy Legend Ceremony."
Yue Bingyun said: "It's true that Zhang Yang was scolding me secretly just now."
Yanmiao was shocked and looked at the former in disbelief. Upon seeing this, Yue Bingyun explained.
After hearing this, Yan Miao laughed and said, "I guess he himself was frightened. What is the chief's plan for the Holy Legend Ceremony?"
Yue Bingyun picked up the teacup and said calmly: "I have given him five Qiankun Liangyi Pills. It will take him one month to refine them. Let's wait and see what happens."
…
Si Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to Tianlin Peak Xiaoyun Courtyard. He turned around and saw that Bai Lixuan also floated out of Tianshang.
Si Xueyi recalled what she had just experienced and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Bai, what is your current strength?"
Bai Lixuan muttered: "I probably can't beat the Venerable Xuan Ming."
A strange color flashed in Si Xueyi's eyes, and he said: "Probably, that means there is a way to defeat it?"
Bai Lixuan nodded: "Just like the spirit
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That time in Yuecheng, give me enough time to set up the formation, and it must be on a moonlit night."
Si Xueyi was confident.
"Go and see Red Medicine Girl. I'm taking a look around this yard. I have to tidy up the medicine field in the back hill to see if I can plant anything. The formation also needs to be rearranged."
Si Xueyi said goodbye to him and walked straight towards Hongyao and Duanmuxi's attic.
At the front of the attic, Mu Xi was sitting on the stone table. Si Xueyi nodded to her and wanted to go straight in to check out the situation.
Duanmuxi said: "Don't go yet, the girl is asleep."
"Are you okay?"
"The Venerable has seen it, and it's okay. He was also shocked, and said that it was lucky that it was the body of a mad god, otherwise the consequences would be really unpredictable."
"That's good."
Si Xueyi sat down next to Duanmu Xi, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked much more relaxed.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said in surprise: "This is wine, no, this is Fenyue, no, no..."
Duanmuxi smiled and said: "There is still some of the Burning Moon from last time. I mixed it with other fine wines, and the taste is okay."
Si Xueyi took a sip and said with a smile: "It's really not bad."
But after drinking, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he couldn't help but look at the attic in front of him where Hong Yao was sleeping.
Duanmu Xi leaned over and said softly: "Senior brother, you have something on your mind? Don't tell me, let Xi guess?"
Si Xueyi nodded.
"Is it because of the red medicine?"
Si Xueyi did not deny it.
Duanmuxi's deep eyes flashed brightly, and he said: "Actually, senior brother has always been somewhat distant from Hong Yao. Is it because Hong Yao is not good enough? Or is he not smart enough? Senior brother doesn't like Hong Yao?"
Si Xueyi shook her head: "Hongyao is naturally lovable and makes people feel distressed. But she is too young, and her dependence on me may just be due to insufficient awareness. When she gets older,
Only when you have enough knowledge can you know what you really want and love in your heart."
The light in Duanmu Xi's eyes turned, and she said softly with delicate thoughts: "Senior brother is a person with stories."
Si Xueyi said nothing.
Nine hundred years ago, there was a man who was his childhood sweetheart and always followed him and called him Brother Xueyi.
But in the end, it was this man who took up Dragon Sigh and shot the arrow.
Si Xueyi didn't think that Hongyao would reach this point, but people always grow up, and their ideas will always change when they grow up.
Duanmu Xi smiled and said: "Brother, where is Na Xi?"
Si Xueyi lay on her legs and said softly: "We are all sad people. We have tasted warmth and cold, and seen cold eyes. Only by leaning together can we feel the real warmth of this world."
Duanmuxi looked down, with a look of distress in his eyes, and then couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Si Xueyi's forehead.