Since Feng Xiao came out of seclusion, she has visited the Presbyterian Hall.
"Are you here to borrow the Xumi Mirror?" Yong Ping, the Fourth Elder, happened to be on duty in the Elder Hall. Hearing Feng Xiao's intention, he frowned immediately.
The Sumeru Realm is the sect's most precious treasure, and every time it is opened, several elders are required to input spiritual power at the same time to activate it.
"Feng Xiao, I always thought you were very measured in what you do. You came to me to borrow the Xumi Mirror today. You should know the conditions for opening the Xumi Mirror, right?"
Feng Xiao also knew that the request was too much, but he was worried.
"Xiao'er," before Feng Xiao could say anything, help arrived at the critical moment.
"Master," Feng Xiao followed Fu Wei back to Hua Qingfeng, her brows knitted together and never let go, "Junior sister, she..."
Fuwei sighed, "Didn't my teacher tell you that Xiaoqi will be fine?"
Feng Xiao's brows tightened, and for the first time he looked at Fu Wei with doubts in his eyes: "You and your uncle both said that the wasteland is safe, but where is your junior sister missing? Have you ever thought about what would happen if your junior sister was killed?"
Who took away..."
He waved his hand and said, "Xiao'er, think about it carefully. A land as big as the wasteland, with abundant spiritual power and clear sky and clear air, why did it become a wasteland?"
Feng Xiao was stunned. After a long while, he looked at Fu Wei and asked tentatively: "Master, are you saying that there are...powers in that place?"
Fuwei nodded happily.
Feng Xiao's whole body relaxed, and his heart was half relieved: "Master knows the people in this place, and knows about the little junior sister's... news?"
Fuwei smiled and said, "When I was traveling in my early years, I met a senior there and I was fortunate enough to receive his guidance."
Feng Xiao asked again: "So you already know the news about my junior sister."
This was a very definite question, but Fu Wei shook his head, with a relaxed expression on his face: "Before you left the border, Shen Yi of Wuyou Peak had three of you..." Fu Wei paused here.
He skipped the conversation and said, "You and your fourth junior brother all came to see me and asked about Xiao Qi. They said that Xiao Qi went to the wasteland to find a character."
"Your uncle Xuan Gu and I have investigated the place where Xiao Qi disappeared. Don't worry, judging from the traces left there, Xiao Qi is safe, and maybe he will get some luck."
Seeing that the expression on Feng Xiao's face gradually relaxed, he smiled and said, "Besides, Senior Brother Xuan Gu has some friendship with that sect, and he has the same judgment as my master."
When Feng Xiao heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "By the way, I heard that Junior Brother Shen has gone into seclusion?"
I asked along the lines of what Fu Wei said just now.
Fuwei nodded, with admiration in his eyes. He turned his hands, and a jade slip appeared in Fuwei's palm. "Look what this is." Fuwei said.
Feng Xiao rarely saw such an excited look on Fu Wei's face. He was a little curious at the moment. He picked up the jade slip and only took a glance at it. His expression paused, and finally there was some excitement and disbelief in his eyes.
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"This is...the complete Dao Body Art? The ancient Tao Body Art?"
Feng Xiao's words contained a slight tremor of depression.
The complete version of the Dao Ti Jue modified by the ancestor has always been retained in the sect, but the ancient version of the Dao Ti Jue modified by the ancients has been lost, and even now there is only a small half of the incomplete copy in the sect.
For the rest, the sect has been inquiring and searching for these years. Even he himself has been asking about the whereabouts of those incomplete ancient scrolls all year round, but who would have thought that they would suddenly appear in front of him now.
Feng Xiao felt a sense of unreality for a moment, but after all, he was a person who had lived for hundreds of years. His emotions quickly subsided, and only a gentle and faint smile showed Feng Xiao's mood.
"However," Fu Wei also smiled, "This is what Shen Yi brought back."
This was obviously unexpected by Feng Xiao, but considering Master's previous reaction, it seemed to be reasonable.
"Junior brother, you have good luck and a good heart." Feng Xiao praised him sincerely.
"That's right," Fu Wei said with a smile, "that boy asked me about Xiao Qi's whereabouts when he came back from training. Later, he repeatedly confirmed with me and his senior brother that Xiao Qi was safe, and then took out the ancient scroll and asked me to make a rubbing. He said he promised Xiaoqi that he would give this to her."
Feng Xiao was satisfied: "This guy is pretty good."
After Feng Xiao left, Fu Wei's smile faded, and Xuan Gu's words echoed in his mind:
Some fates are unavoidable, it's just that someone else has to reveal them.
Someone has been replaced? Who has been replaced?
Fuwei asked, but Xuangu refused to speak again.
Feng Xiao walked on the top of the mountain, looked at the sunset hanging slanting on the horizon, and let out a sigh of relief.
There was some indifference on Hua Qingfeng. It was just him, his second junior brother, and his fifth junior sister.
Although they had rarely gathered together in the past, this time was different. Feng Xiao sighed. The prophecy back then...
Shaking his head, Feng Xiao turned around and walked slowly on the top of the mountain. A glimmer of light suddenly rose in front of Feng Xiao. It was Feng Xiao's self-made Wanli Telephone Note.
His slender index finger tapped lightly on the shimmering star.
Feng Xiao's complexion gradually condensed, and his figure disappeared in a flash. At the same time, Fu Wei, who was sitting quietly in the room, received a message from his eldest disciple.
"Master, there is news about Sixth Junior Brother."
In Taiyuan Palace, Jiuze stood in a tall and spacious building with a strange appearance, the expression on his face was indescribable.
Rou Zhao didn't lie to her. Jiu Ze did become a disciple at Rou Zhao's place. Although Jiu Ze didn't remember that he had ever been a disciple, Rou Zhao always had a relationship with her. Rou Zhao said this, Jiu Ze I thought I could leave by myself.
In fact, Jiuze did leave.
After leaving Zhuanju, he was brought to the current place called Xiu Tang.
"I have two things to teach you here, one is formation skills, and the other is fighting skills." An old woman who looked very old from appearance to voice suddenly appeared two meters in front of Jiuze.
This man had a serious face and an upright body. His eyes when looking at Jiu Ze were serious, and his tone of voice was emotionless.
"You have excellent formation skills. You must have mastered many weapon refining formations when you were refining weapons at the front. Those formations are also applicable to me here."
After the man finished speaking, he added: "All formations have no real fixed situation. The formations are ever-changing and have countless functions. The formations engraved on the utensils can also exist independently from the utensils. You only need to regard the mountains and rivers as The 'vessel' that carries this formation, similarly, the independent formation can also be integrated into the weapon, it depends on what you need when laying out the formation."
"One more thing, no matter formation skills or fighting skills, what I want to teach you is only one word, which is 'kill'."
The old woman finished speaking calmly, and when she saw Jiuze's respectful response, she nodded subtly, turned around and said to Jiuze: "I am the four-year-old master of Taiyuan Palace."
Jiuze watched the four-year-old master take two steps before disappearing into thin air, and sighed helplessly.
I always feel as if I have fallen into a closed training base that focuses solely on education.
Love and peace are in the air throughout the base.