After hearing this familiar voice, Sun Huo's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The encirclement was complete, and the surging poisonous mist that was about to pounce forward and engage in a hand-to-hand encounter with the flames also stopped again. p>
Seeing that the poisonous mist had stopped its offensive, the young man was secretly relieved. However, he remained alert and neither took the initiative to attack the poisonous mist nor removed the flame protection.
The previous action of provoking Sun Huo was entirely in compliance with the instructions from above, otherwise he would not have provoked a complete stranger monk for no reason.
At the same time, in the center of the hall, the full-length image of an old man in white robes appeared out of thin air. Sun Huo raised his eyes and saw that the person he revealed was none other than Old Sun.
Although it was just a spiritual light projection, it was not static. Sun Huo could clearly see that the image was blinking like a real person. However, Mr. Sun's light and shadow did not glance in the direction of Sun Huo. Instead, his lips moved slightly.
Another instruction:
"Mu Xin, please bring him to Zhiri Pavilion to see me."
After saying this, Mr. Sun's image flickered for a moment and then disappeared silently, and the place became dark again.
After being silent for a while, Sun Huo made a secret with his left hand and raised the fan with his right hand from bottom to top. Then all the poisonous mist quickly retreated away from the young man and rolled back into the precious fan.
After seeing Sun Huo finally giving up, the young man named Mu Xin dimmed the iron ruler in his hand and silently put it back into his storage bag. Then he waved his hand,
The mask on his body immediately shattered and disappeared without a trace.
Although the tense situation no longer existed, the air in the quiet hall suddenly became dull, making people feel very depressed.
Looking at the silent Sun Huo in front of him, Mu Xin had no intention of urging him to leave. He could feel that after Sun Lao's light and shadow appeared, Sun Huo showed surprise and surprise at first, but then turned into trying to hold back.
What are you holding on to, don’t let it explode?
After a while, he saw Sun Huo walking towards him, cupped his hands, and said to himself stiffly:
"This junior is short-sighted. I just offended Senior Brother Chong. I hope Senior Brother can forgive me."
Listening to these half-hearted words of apology, Mu Xin did not intend to make any fuss. He knew very well what it meant for Sun Huo to appear here at this time.
So he calmly avoided Sun Huo, turned around and walked forward on his own, and said lightly at the same time.
"Come with me, the helmsman is still waiting for you."
Seeing Mu Xin's cold reaction, Sun Huo was not surprised, and just followed him without saying a word. What surprised him at this time was what Mu Xin called Mr. Sun just now. According to Sun Huo
As you know, there are no positions or branches of power within the Luoyun Sect, which are named after the rudder.
So, with a trace of curiosity, Sun Huo was led by Mu Xin through the archway marked "Tu Wei", and walked along the corridor for hundreds of feet, until he reached a three-story attic. He just stopped. On the way, Sun Huo also saw that this corridor branched off into six or seven other corridors, leading to other directions.
The style of the attic is very ordinary, with no special decoration. There is only a half-new wooden plaque hanging on the door, with the three characters "Hiding the Sun Pavilion" clearly written on it.
Mu Xin walked to the door first and knocked twice, then turned around and waved to Sun Huo, gesturing for him to follow.
The hall on the first floor of the attic was decorated in an elegant and scholarly manner, no different from the living rooms of some rich people. Behind a bookcase with dozens of jade slips stacked up, Sun Huo saw a man wearing the same clothes as the previous projection. The silver-haired old man was facing away from him and Mu Xin, facing an old picture scroll on the wall.
Sun Huo glanced across the scroll and saw that the content was the roots of a big tree buried deep in the soil. It could be said to be unremarkable and featureless. At least based on his experience and knowledge, I don’t see any special value or appreciation for this painting at all.
"See the helmsman, my subordinates have brought someone here."
Mu Xin took a few steps forward and reported respectfully.
"I understand, you can wait outside for now. Next, I want to talk to Senior Nephew Sun alone. There is no need for anyone else to be present." The silver-haired old man ordered without looking back.
"As you command, helmsman!"
Mu Xin immediately said yes, then turned around without hesitation and quietly exited the building.
Looking at the old man so close to him, Sun Huo felt more unfamiliar than familiar. He had never seen or thought that the approachable old man could exude such a majestic and cold aura.
"You don't remember, or you don't want to acknowledge me as the master of Tianji Tower?"
The old man finally turned around, and what caught Sun Huo's eyes was still the same face, but it was a serious look without a smile.
Sun Huo's heart shivered, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "Disciple Sun Huo, please see...Master Sun." Facing the old man at this moment, he was a little confused as to what to call him, so after hesitating for a moment he chose to call him Master.
"It's interesting. It seems that you have not gone through this calamity in vain. I can see from your eyes that you are still suspicious of me, my junior uncle. Isn't that right, Senior Nephew Sun?" Looking into Sun Huo's eyes, Sun The old man shouted out his thoughts at the moment, which shocked him.
"Then do you still remember this object?" Before Sun Huo could say anything in defense, Mr. Sun turned over with one hand and then threw a long object over.
Before Sun Huo could see clearly what it was, he felt an icy cold air coming towards his face. He immediately didn't dare to hold Dadi's hand to release the spiritual light, and then he carefully took it.
What surprised Sun Huo was that the flying object turned out to be a folding fan magic weapon, and judging from the cold air emanating from it, it was clearly a top-tier product.
Sun Huo gently opened his fan in confusion, and a picture of snowy mountains and rivers was clearly reflected in his eyes.
After two or three breaths of sluggish effort, Sun Huo immediately closed the folding fan, bowed and presented it with both hands. "This disciple is reckless and reckless. You really shouldn't doubt your master's identity."
After all, people can pretend to be fake, but identical top-level magic weapons cannot be copied casually. I am just an insignificant Qi-training monk, and it is really not worth being put into such trouble-making routines.
As soon as he finished speaking, the folding fan in his hand flew straight towards Mr. Sun, and was put away by his backhand.
"It doesn't matter. If you had been so careful before, you would not have suffered this fatal disaster, and you would not have appeared here. Now let's talk about business. Do you know where this place is?" Mr. Sun
He said with his hands behind his back and his expression unchanged.