After Wen Shili reinforced the seal of the Exorcist Cave, he did not stay for too long and rode back to the sect at full speed.
But when he saw a simple battle armor with a white base and blue edges, he thought it was very suitable for Jiang Ziyu, so he stopped for a while and bought it.
"Oh, sir, you have a good eye. This vestment is the treasure of our store. Because it costs too much and is sold at a high price, not many people buy it."
"Yeah." Wen Shili nodded, without saying anything more, he just put some spirit stones on the table and left.
He flew up the mountain path of Qinggu Peak, stepped into the courtyard of Qingxin Palace, and glanced around indifferently.
unmanned.
At this time, Jiang Ziyu usually practices sword.
Are you feeling unwell
Wen Shili frowned and walked towards the bedroom of Qingxin Palace, but still could not see Jiang Ziyu. The bedding on the couch was unfolded and in a mess. The Qiankun Bag and the Feiying Liuyun Sword were both missing.
I clearly told him to come back in three days, so why didn't he just stay in the palace
Wen Shili never sent out his spiritual sense to look for Jiang Ziyu on Qinggu Peak because he felt it was unnecessary.
Jiang Ziyu's complete dependence on him made him feel that his Ziyu would always be there, waiting for him to come home.
But today, he always felt vaguely uneasy.
He closed his eyes and released his spiritual sense. All the aura on his body disappeared. When it came back, it had formed a terrifying pressure.
A violent rage welled up in Wen Shili's eyes, and he was no longer as cold as usual.
The long-lost forbidden art of pulling silk threads, even at the cost of one's own flesh and blood and life span to control the ghosts...
Who is it? Who wants to touch his son? !
The next second, Wen Shili was slightly stunned, and his spiritual state was affected.
Before he left, he injected a part of his spiritual power into the Baiyun Guihe bracelet. At this moment, the source of the fluctuating spiritual power.
It turned out to be Wuchang Mountain!
"boom-"
The killing intent was so overwhelming that tens of thousands of osmanthus trees in front of the courtyard fell to the ground in an instant.
Wen Shili's heart sank when he heard this. He flew away, leaving a mess behind.
…
The top of Wuchang Mountain.
Jiang Ziyu held the tombstone and looked at it for a long time. He felt like he had lost his soul and wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
He asked Yin Buqi weakly, "Am I dead?"
Yin Buqi hesitated for a moment, and Jiang Ziyu sat down against the tombstone, looking half dead, and murmured, "Okay, Junior Brother, you don't have to comfort me, I want to be alone."
Yin Ci: ??? My brother is your junior fellow apprentice, then who am I
It seems that the child suffered a serious blow.
He shook Jiang Ziyu's body: "Brother, the situation is not clear yet, cheer up!"
The echo on Wuchang Mountain was very loud and ethereal. When Yin Ci roared, the sound echoed in the valley, and the echo was lingering and endless.
"Come on, come on! Come on, come on!"
Jiang Niannian: "…Yin Ci is right. We shouldn't jump to conclusions before we know what's going on. Let's go take a look around and don't go too far."
"good."
Yin Buqi casually pushed open the door of Xiandu Temple. It was full of dust inside and it looked like no one had lived there for decades. There was nothing unusual.
Yin Ci was walking around the yard holding a coal briquettes.
Jiang Niannian summoned Teng Jiao to see if there were any clues, and then turned out a stone in the snow near the tombstone.