Five hundred and ninetieth chapters death of an old friend
Stepping into the pavilion, a sense of vicissitudes of time and majesty is spread across the pavilion. Jianyu Tower, this place is the residence of the Guiyuan Sect masters in the past generations. In a sense, this place is also the place in the hearts of countless Guiyuan Sect disciples.
's holy place.
"Qin Feng, come here..."
As soon as he entered the building, the voice of the Medicine Sect Master rang out in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.
"It turns out that the master of the Medicine Sect is also in the Jianyu Tower."
Qin Feng followed the voice and finally came to an inconspicuous side door. He pushed the door open and entered. The scene inside was completely different from what Qin Feng expected.
There is no splendor in the room, no luxurious and expensive ornaments, and no majestic and solemn murals. Instead, it is unusually simple. An incense burner that has been stored for an unknown number of years emits light smoke. Next to the desk not far from the incense burner, there is a very ordinary
, it should also be a very cheap purple clay teapot.
In a daze, Qin Feng had an illusion in his heart, as if he was not in the Jianyu Building of the Guiyuan Sect leader at this moment, but in the house of an ordinary family in the countryside.
The house is ordinary, but it is also extremely extraordinary. It is extremely simple, extremely simple. This is another kind of elegance opposite to luxury.
"Master Jian, he should be an easy-going and happy person." Qin Feng thought to himself.
"Qin Feng, don't be stunned, come and sit down." The master of the Medicine Sect was still as enthusiastic as before.
Sect Leader Jian's expression was also very easy-going, but the hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly. Seeing Qin Feng again, perhaps he still felt a little unnatural.
Qin Feng was also a little embarrassed. After all, Jian Hao had just been turned into a living dead by him yesterday... In the awkward atmosphere, Qin Feng didn't want to stay any longer, so he got straight to the point: "The sect master must already know my purpose of coming."
"Well, I do know the old site of the Ice and Snow Palace." Sect Leader Jian didn't hide it. "They are one of the branches of the Ice and Snow lineage. If they return to the Snow Region, they will definitely be in the Tianji Mountain area."
"Heavenly Sacrifice Mountain." Qin Feng's heart moved slightly.
He was no stranger to this name... Before his rebirth, that is, in that era a thousand years later, Tianji Mountain was the holy mountain of the Thirteen Palaces in the Snowy Land, which was famous in the mainland.
"Thank you for letting me know." Qin Feng bowed his hands and thought about leaving.
"Qin Feng, in fact, besides this, there is another thing I want to tell you." The master of the medicine sect spoke first.
"What's the matter?" Qin Feng asked.
"Don't you care at all about saints recruiting talents? You are now the undisputed number one on the list." The Medicine Sect Master continued: "I just learned about many inside stories. The saints seem to care about you.
I am extremely concerned and want you to go to Kongsang Mountain by name."
Qin Feng frowned, the list of celebrities, and the sage's recruitment of talents. These things have been going on in the past three or four years. Of course Qin Feng has heard of them.
However, Qin Feng never wanted to get involved in this matter.
At this moment, the Medicine Sect Master winked at the Sword Sect Master, seemingly hinting at something.
"Leader Qin, I also have something to ask for." Master Jian said with difficulty.
"Master Jian, please tell me." Qin Feng was a little embarrassed.
No matter how bad Jian Hao was, he was still the son of Sect Leader Jian Hao. In any case, he was the one who turned Jian Hao into a living dead by his own hands, and Sect Leader Jian Hao told him some information regardless of previous suspicions.
If the Sword Sect Master really has some minor troubles, Qin Feng would be willing to take care of it for him, as a way of returning a favor.
Master Jian Hao sighed and said: "Jian Hao's soul has been seriously injured and there is no cure. After much deliberation, only the Requiem Saint from the Northwest Territory can give it a try."
Speaking of this, the Sword Sect Master paused for a moment, looked at Qin Feng and said: "My Jian family does have some connections with the saints from the Northwest Territory, but that happened 30,000 years ago after all. If I want to ask the Soul-moving Saint to take action, I'm afraid
It is extremely difficult. So..."
"So you want me to invite that Soul Saint?" Qin Feng understood somewhat, and then shook his head and said: "I have nothing to do with them, so they don't need to give me face, right?"
"No. The people who want to see you are the two saints of Xinghun." Sect Master Jian said: "And I can feel that they attach great importance to you."
"Attention?" Qin Feng sneered in his heart.
It is indeed worthy of attention. The eighth achievement on the Billboard was achieved by the Saint. He had been living well in Wolong Mountain, but he was inexplicably given the title of Number One on the Billboard... Qin Feng could feel that the Saint had been planning
Some things, and they are closely related to him.
However, Qin Feng still doesn't want to get involved in the saint's affairs. After all, whether the saint's plan is good or bad, it has nothing to do with him!
"Leader Qin, if you open your mouth about this matter, you will be at least 30% sure." The leader of the Jian Sect looked troubled, and said that he wanted to give Qin Feng a big gift, "I have no choice, after all, I only have Jian Hao.
son."
Qin Feng was startled and quickly supported the Sword Sect Master. He looked a little hesitant, but he still did not agree. Instead, he asked the question that was still doubtful in his heart, "Sect Master, do you really only have one son?"
"Of course it's the only one." Master Jian didn't understand why Qin Feng asked this question, but he still answered truthfully. "Master Qin, you may not know something. Our Jian family has a special bloodline, and our martial spirits are all sword-shaped.
, most of the descendants of the clan are born with a sixth-grade or above martial spirit, and it is rumored that the ancestor’s martial spirit from 30,000 years ago was a born ninth-grade martial spirit, named Heaven-Destroying Sword.”
"They are usually above the sixth level? There are even nine levels?" Qin Feng was a little stunned...
What is the concept of a sixth-grade martial spirit? There is only one among ten thousand, and it has the potential to impact the Nirvana realm. I think back when Da Qian held a martial arts competition in the Fourth Academy, not a single sixth-grade martial spirit appeared!
Even Qin Feng, his martial soul was born with only the fourth grade. However, his martial arts were of great benefit to his martial soul. Later, he obtained the true dragon's energy, coupled with the nourishment of dragon blood, which made his martial arts stronger.
The martial spirit evolved twice...
As for the ninth-grade martial soul, let alone that. When Qin Feng was at his peak in his previous life, he only evolved his martial soul to the eighth-grade. Moreover, among the peak-level Saint Realm experts he encountered, no one
Possessing a ninth-grade martial spirit! Someone even said that only those with a ninth-grade martial spirit can hope to reach the legendary divine realm!
But people from the Jian family are actually born with sixth-grade or above martial souls? Or even born with ninth-grade martial souls? Doesn't that mean that any member of their family has the ability to reach the Nirvana realm and the Holy Saint level?
realm, or even the potential to step into the divine realm?
It's really annoying to compare people to each other. People with the blood of the Jian family are simply the darlings of heaven and earth...
But the Jian Sect Leader sighed at this moment and said: "The bloodline of the Jian family is indeed very special, and its potential is far greater than ordinary people... However, the world is fair after all. Such special bloodlines are usually inherited from the same origin.
hard to stay
I'm not afraid of your ridicule. Four hundred years ago, when I was young, I also imitated the secular kingdom, with three palaces and six courtyards, and three thousand concubines... However, after three hundred years, I still have nothing to lose.
Only one heir was left."
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved... Immediately, he captured an extremely useful piece of information.
"Four hundred years ago, and another three hundred years later, does this mean you already had an heir a hundred years ago? But Jianhao is only in his twenties now, right?" Qin Feng asked doubtfully.
The leader of the Jian Sect was startled, then showed a sad look, "Yes, originally Jian Hao should have an older brother, named Jian Nantian. In terms of qualifications, he is one of the few outstanding people in our sword family tree, and he is also the most talented person in the past ten thousand years.
People who hope to become saints..."
Qin Feng remained calm. Of course he knew what Jian Nantian's qualifications were. Later, Jian Nantian did shine brightly and became famous throughout the continent.
"It's a pity that he died when he was eight years old." Master Jian's expression became even more sad. "For this reason, I have been decadent for a long time. It is too difficult for the Jian family to have an heir. After Jian Nantian died,
, I originally thought that I would never have any more children in this life, so later I adopted an adopted son, who is now Jian Zaitian."
"Nantian, in the sky." The medicine sect master on the side couldn't help but sigh, "So that's it, the sword is in the sky, and the spirit in the sky has no comfort..."
"Dead?" Qin Feng couldn't believe it.
"I was killed by a sword from Tianluo Sect's spy who pierced my back. It was also my fault that I was too careless at that time. Nantian was too sharp. He was only eight years old, but he had already shown such amazing talent..."
Sect Leader Jian stopped abruptly mid-sentence, obviously not wanting to mention it again.
Jian Nantian is so talented, he is dozens of times better than Jian Hao! However, Mu Xiu is bound to be destroyed by Lin Feng. Tianluo Sect and Guiyuan Sect have a big feud, so of course they will do everything possible to get rid of such a potential threat.
.It is easy to dodge open guns but hard to defend against hidden arrows. Relatively speaking, protecting a person is far more difficult than killing a person...
The Sword Sect Master has been immersed in sorrow for a long time and cannot extricate himself.
But Qin Feng's heart was extremely complicated...
Jian Nantian was his brother, and it was a thousand-year friendship. But in his previous life, it was Jian Zaitian who harmed him. Qin Feng once hated this, and after he hated it, he was also puzzled. Countless people who lived and died together, how could they be together again?
What kind of gratuitous betrayal?
He wanted to investigate the truth, and he wanted to deduce some clues about his past life through the events of this life. But now the Jian Sect Master said that Jian Nantian was already dead?
"After rebirth, has the world really changed completely?" Qin Feng couldn't understand why there was such a big gap between his previous life and this life, but the things before him were clear enough.
Qin Wenshan, who should have lived for many more years, died long ago. Daqian, who was supposed to destroy the country four years ago, did not destroy the country. Master Liansheng, who was supposed to come to the northwest region, never appeared... and he was supposed to become
Jian Nantian, the most dazzling genius of the younger generation of Guiyuan Sect, is already dead...
The world has really changed a long time ago.
"What about Qin Ji? Will there be such a woman playing the piano in Tianyin Temple in Zhongzhou?"
"And Bai Ling, will the last female saint of the Xiuling tribe appear again?"
Qin Feng was at a loss in his heart, as if there was another untouchable solid stone barrier standing across his heart. That barrier separated this life and the past life...