Chen Feng quickly scanned the contents on the piece of paper. When he put the piece of paper down again, he finally understood what happened.
It turned out that when the owner of this cave and some friends were traveling in the Kunlun Mountains, they came across the Nine Yang Manual and other extremely profound scriptures buried in the Kunlun Mountains by Zhang Wuji.
After several people saw the power of these scriptures, they felt compassion and began to rob them regardless of their former friendship.
You must know that what Zhang Wuji buried in Kunlun was not only the "Lengjia Sutra" which contains the "Nine Yang Sutra", but also Hu Qingniu's "Medical Sutra" and Wang Nangu's "Poison Sutra".
Even if these few scriptures are among the best in the world, they naturally want to take them all for themselves.
After a few days of fighting between several people, the owner of this cave finally seized the incomplete Nine Yang Scripture. In his later years, he lived in seclusion again. After his death, he buried this incomplete and unique scripture here, waiting for someone who is destined to do so.
Of course, the cover of the Nine-Yang Magic was made and glued on by the owner of the cave himself. All he managed to get was the incomplete part of the Nine-Yang Magic, whether it was the "Lenga Sutra" in the front or the back of the Nine-Yang Magic
Parts would either be obtained by others or torn off by himself, and in the end it became a book like this in Chen Feng's hands.
Brush brush brush...
After reading it, Chen Feng tore up the piece of paper in a few strokes.
"It's too late, there's no point pretending to be pitiful with me now, I've already remembered you!"
Chen Feng would not easily let go of his hatred of teasing him because of this pitiful experience of the cave owner. He was very vengeful.
Moreover, the last experiences of these people were also caused by their own greed. Wouldn't it be good for everyone to study these scriptures together? We must fight and kill them.
He smiled coldly, expressing his disdain for the cave owner, and then looked at the messy ground nearby.
His eyes rolled, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a devil-like smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Feng buried the empty iron box that originally contained the real book of Nine Suns Magic Skills in the soil again. The soil dug out before covering it was almost restored to its original state, and then he put the fake Nine Suns Magic Skills in the iron box.
He continued to be pressed under this gourd stone.
After cleaning up the messy ground, Chen Feng clapped his hands and left the place, quickly disappearing into the jungle.
He quietly returned to his room, groped in the dark and stuffed the small piece of paper from the small bottle into the small bottle again, and put it together with the Nine Suns God's Fart.
Naturally, the authentic copy of Nine Suns Magic Technique is kept by me personally.
After completing this, Chen Feng took off his coat and climbed into bed.
Before going to bed, he took out the real book of Nine Suns Magic Art again. After touching it gently, his nose felt sore at the same time. He really felt like crying. It was so difficult to get this book of Nine Suns.
Magical skills are not easy.
After being secretly confused for a while, Chen Feng felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him. Then Chen Feng put down the Nine Yang Magic Technique and went to sleep!
As for whether Yue Buqun came back or not, it was none of his business. What he wanted most was already with Chen Feng. If Yue Buqun could really find other treasures from the secret room, they would also be his.
Chen Feng couldn't care less about the chance. Right now, he just wanted to sleep and didn't want any other messy things.
Turning over, Chen Feng quickly fell into sleep in a happy mood.
The next day, Chen Feng opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling blankly for a while. His eyes suddenly froze. He quickly stood up and touched his coat beside him. He found the book Nine Yang Magic. After flipping through a few pages,
I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that I was not dreaming last night and had actually discovered the Nine Yang Magic Skill.
After putting on his coat, Chen Feng washed up and walked out of the room. He was not planning to practice the Nine-Yang Magic Technique here. One thing was that Yue Buqun was right next to him. He took out the Nine-Yang Magic Technique to see what would happen if he suddenly came in.
What to do? In addition, the Emei Sect cannot completely calm down and practice the Nine-Yang Magic Technique, so it is not too late to practice it after returning to Huashan Mountain.
Chen Feng looked around Yue Buqun's room from the window and found that Lao Yue, who usually got up earlier than him, was still sleeping today.
Without even thinking about it, Lao Yue must have stayed in the secret room very late last night, but he just didn't know if he found any treasure.
Without disturbing Yue Buqun's rest, Chen Feng opened the door of his room and walked briskly out of the attic where Emei sent them to rest.
In an open space near the attic, I started to practice swordsmanship. In this Emei sect, I would not run around alone. If I saw something I shouldn't see somewhere, would I still be able to explain it clearly?
So practice your sword practice and wait until Yue Buqun gets together.
Around Chen time, Yue Buqun got up. Chen Feng went back to the room, washed his face, and then followed Yue Buqun out of the attic.
In the main hall of the Emei Sect, many people were sitting here with serious faces, including Master Jingyi, the leader of the Emei Sect, and Yue Buqun and Chen Feng, who had already finished their breakfast.
Of course, Chen Feng was not qualified to sit, so he just stood obediently behind Yue Buqun, watching the other members of the Emei Sect.
After experiencing its heyday, the Emei Sect has now completely weakened. Except for Master Jingyi, the head of the middle second-rate class, there are only two elders in the early second-rate stage, and the rest are all disciples who have not yet grown up.
Already.
With this level of strength, even the Huashan Sect is not as good as them. After all, in addition to himself, a disciple of the Huashan Sect who is comparable to the late second-rate disciples, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze are also late second-rate disciples, and are close to reaching the peak of the second rate.
With this kind of strength, it’s no wonder that a second-rate late-stage Master Jin Guang came with a few people and had to ask for foreign aid.
On the other side of the main hall, in addition to a few of them, there were two disciples of the Emei Sect standing.
Chen Feng still had some impression of these two people. Five years ago, when Master Jingyi brought several Emei sect disciples to the Huashan sect to invite Yue Buqun to attend the Hengshan sect's birthday, these two senior sisters were among them.
However, at this time, the faces of the two of them were also extremely solemn, and there was no laughter at all like they were teasing Chen Feng five years ago.
In this frozen atmosphere, after Chen Feng stared boredly for about half an hour, he did not wait for the laughter of the Emei sect senior sister, but instead waited for a thick laughter that suddenly came from outside the main hall.
"Hahaha, Junior Sister Jingyi, Senior Brother is here. Have you thought about returning the position of head to me and marrying me yourself?"
As soon as the voice finished speaking, several figures walked in at the door of the main hall with extremely arrogant smiles.
The leader was a man with a majestic figure, a wild smile on his bearded face, and his slender eyes looking at Master Jingyi full of lust.
This person is the son of the former head of the Emei Sect, Master Jin Guang.