After leaving the Lanyue Palace, Jianchou walked along the same path he came from. When he reached the stone pavilion on the cliff outside, he saw Qu Zhengfeng standing in the pavilion.
Jianchou walked over and said, "Junior Brother Qu."
"Master sister, congratulations."
Qu Zhengfeng had obviously seen the medium-sized mirror in Jianchou's hand, and knew that it was probably a gift from the leader, so he smiled.
Jianchou also looked down at the mirror in his hand, and was a little curious: "The headmaster said it was a gift for meeting you, called the Inside and Outside Mirror, but I don't know how to use it yet."
"I think the headmaster should have given Senior Sister a jade slip, so she can study it someday." Qu Zhengfeng noticed the pattern on the edge of the ancient mirror, and suddenly said "Wait, what did Senior Sister say this mirror was called?"
"Inside and outside the mirror." Jianchou was surprised, "Is there anything wrong?"
At this moment, Qu Zhengfeng shook his head and laughed.
"I just remembered that Senior Sister just said that this is an inside and outside mirror, and I didn't even notice it..."
There was confusion in Jianchou's eyes.
Qu Zhengfeng explained, "The weapons used by cultivators are collectively called magical instruments. There are generally three major grades, namely magical treasures, spiritual treasures, and mysterious treasures. Each grade is further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, which correspond exactly to the nine realms of cultivation. The outer mirror here is a top-grade magical weapon. Even if Senior Sister has reached the Golden Core Stage, she can still use it. It seems that the Sect Master has invested a lot of money."
Of course, Qu Zhengfeng silently thought in his heart that the master must have pressed his head down before he was willing to give it.
He knew how stingy the master was.
Jianchou was actually learning some new things about the world of cultivation. When he heard that the outer mirror here could be used by Jindan-stage cultivators, he suddenly felt that the faint copper rust around it began to glow.
The love on her face was not fake at all, nor was there any shyness, it seemed open and frank.
Qu Zhengfeng had seen many monks who had just entered the sect, and most of them looked a little shy. This was the first time he had seen someone as calm and confident as Jianchou.
There really is something different about him, otherwise he wouldn't have been favored by their master who is so picky.
Qu Zhengfeng thought about it, smiled and asked Jianchou: "Is the senior sister going back to the cave?"
"No."
Shaking his head, Jianchou put away the mirror and looked at Qu Zhengfeng, saying, "The headmaster said that there was a message from Wuwangzhai and Fengmojian yesterday, and it was for me. I wonder..."
As soon as she said that, Qu Zhengfeng suddenly remembered: "It is true. Please come with me, Senior Sister."
He summoned the sea sword again and asked Jianchou to come up.
Seeing that he was familiar with the door and the sword, he followed Qu Zhengfeng.
"The headmaster and the elders have many things to do, so there are people who are responsible for handling the news between some sects. Of course, there is also a situation where you only know that there is someone you are looking for in a sect, but you cannot send the news to that person individually, so you send it directly to the sect. Your news, senior sister, is probably the latter."
When monks in the cultivation world transmit messages to each other, they often use wind, thunder, rain, snow, and lightning. They carve the messages into the wind, thunder, rain, snow, and lightning using special techniques, and then they can use the mysterious rules between heaven and earth to allow specific people to receive the messages.
This time, the news from the Demon Sealing Sword Sect and Wuwangzhai both indicated that it was for "Yashan Jianchou".
Jianchou understood what was said and knew that Zhang Sui and others wanted to pass on the message to him, but they didn't know how to contact him, so they had to pass it on to the sect.
She thought Qu Zhengfeng would take her to a place like a post station to get news, but she didn't expect that Qu Zhengfeng would ride the wind down like a stream of light and land steadily beside the Guihe Well.
At this moment, the entire Yashan Mountain is bathed in sunlight.
There were many disciples practicing fighting skills on top of Lingzhao Peak, creating a lively scene.
Seeing Qu Zhengfeng and Jianchou coming together, many people greeted them respectfully.
"Hello, Master Jianchou, Hello, Master Qu."
Qu Zhengfeng nodded slightly.
Jianchou felt puzzled and wondered why Qu Zhengfeng came here, but she didn't ask any questions and just looked at him.
Qu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Please wait for a moment, Senior Sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved his sleeves, bringing up a breeze that swept across the not-so-narrow surface of Guihe Well, creating shallow ripples.
At that moment, brilliance suddenly appeared!
A sparse silver light suddenly appeared above the surface of Guihe Well.
Each ray of silver light was like a thin cow-hair needle, arranged vertically on the water surface, rising and falling with the ripples.
When Jianchou looked at the silver light, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind.
In Qingfeng Temple, on the top of the cliff, the wind was howling. Fudao Shanren stretched his fingers into the invisible wind and took out something like a silver needle. Then he squeezed it and it was the "letter" he wanted to receive.
At that moment, a strange look appeared in Jianchou's eyes.
"The monks' methods are truly amazing."
Qu Zhengfeng didn't expect that Jianchou seemed to know what it was, and was so indifferent. He couldn't help but look up to her again.
He waved his hand lightly, and two rays of silver light flew out from the upright silver light like cow hair needles and landed in his palm.
"As for the art of wind, thunder, rain, snow and lightning transmission, we actually only know how to use it but don't know why. We can use it but don't understand why. It's just like a teleportation array. So, it's not that wonderful. If you want, I'm afraid you can learn it in a moment."
Qu Zhengfeng slightly clenched his right hand and handed the two silver rays in his palm to Jianchou.
"Guihejing is the information distribution center of our Yashan. All the news that is not directly delivered to the elders and disciples will be automatically transferred to Guihejing, and someone will deal with it later. Senior sister's letter specifically asked her to read it, so it was left until now."
In Qu Zhengfeng's hands, the two silver rays looked like two little silver fish.
When Jianchou reached out to take them, they seemed to have spirits. They bent their bodies slightly and jumped out of Qu Zhengfeng's hands and jumped into his palm.
She was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but smile and said, "Can they still recognize their master?"
"You can still roughly tell who is going to read them."
After all, these two letters clearly stated that only Jianchou could read them.
Qu Zhengfeng is no longer surprised.
He was just curious. The Demon-Sealing Sword Sect and the Wuwangzhai were sects that had no connection with Yashan in the past and rarely had any news exchanges with Yashan. He didn't expect that the first contact was because of Jianchou.
What is in the letter
Jianchou didn't know what Qu Zhengfeng was thinking. She just reached out her hand gently, pinched one of the silver lights, and remembered what the mountain man Fudao had done in the past, so she pinched it hard.
The silver light did not move at all and did not turn into a curtain of light.
Jianchou was stunned, and thought for a moment. This time, he channeled the little spiritual power in his body into his fingertips and just gently pressed them.
"brush… "
The silver light on the fingertips seemed to change from hard copper and iron into fine silver sand and silver powder, which instantly floated into the void and then combined into simple words, row by row.
The first letter she crushed came from Wuwangzhai, but the tone didn't seem to be from Nie Xiaowan.
"I pay my respects to my friend Jianchou from Yashan. Xiaowan is my beloved disciple and I teach her like my own child. During the trip to the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple, Xiaowan was murdered by a villain. Many thanks to my friend Jianchou for helping her. The whole Wuwangzhai has been informed of the details by friends from the Fengmo Sword Sect. I am very grateful. I have taken Xiaowan to retreat and heal her wounds, hoping that she will not harm her cultivation. Wuwangzhai will never forget the kindness of Yashan and will repay her with all my heart one day. Wuwangzhai, Yuxin."
This should be the message conveyed by Nie Xiaowan's teacher in Wuwangzhai.
Jianchou only smelled an unusual scent between the lines.
It seems that Zhou Kuang and Zhang Sui did successfully find the people from Wuwang Zhai and sent Nie Xiaowan back to Wuwang Zhai. Now Wuwang Zhai has also begun to treat Xiaowan, but the sentence "in the hope of not damaging her cultivation" casts a shadow on this good news.
If you think about it carefully, you will know that since Wuwangzhai said so, the possibility of not damaging his cultivation is extremely low.
The silver light in the air began to dissipate gradually after a while.
Qu Zhengfeng saw that Chou was still standing there without any reaction, so he couldn't help but remind her, "See Senior Sister Chou?"
Jianchou finally came back to his senses, lowered his head and smiled, but looked a little depressed.
"It's okay, it's still good news anyway."
All I can say is “kind of”.
She raised her eyes indifferently and looked at the second silver light remaining in her palm.
As soon as she pinched her fingers, the silver light automatically jumped between her fingers and was gently crushed by her.
The silver light dispersed again and gradually merged into the second letter.
This letter, naturally, came from the Demon Sealing Sword Sect.
"Senior Sister Jianchou is doing well. After we parted on Dengtian Island, Su and the others have sent Junior Sister Nie Xiaowan back to Wuwangzhai as promised. Master Yuxin of Wuwangzhai has already treated her. I hope Senior Sister is at ease. I also learned that Xu Lan'er has returned to Jianzhu Sect in one piece and is very blessed. Su and Junior Brother Zhou are both upset, but we are insignificant and cannot hurt her in the slightest. We only hope that in three years, at the Zuo Sanqian Xiaohui in the Central Region, we can avenge our previous shame and take revenge for today."
After reading this letter, Jianchou became even more silent.
She stared at the lines of text and felt a sense of absurdity.
Xu Lan'er first took advantage of someone's misfortune to cause trouble for Tao Zhang, and then she was suspected of diverting the trouble to drag Nie Xiaowan, Zhang Sui and others into the water. She also attacked Nie Xiaowan in order to escape. If she hadn't been holding the nine-section bamboo at that time, Nie Xiaowan would have been in great danger.
Then Xu Lan'er seemed to be injured and fell into the sea, and Tao Zhang searched for her but to no avail.
In this way, she was able to escape unscathed and return to the Candle-cutting Sect
Jianchou couldn't help but sneer.
She clapped her hands as if there was something dirty stuck in them.
"Nineteen Continents is such a strange place..."
"Sister Jianchou, is there anything troubling you?"
Although he had only known Jianchou for a short time and they had not had much contact, Qu Zhengfeng felt that Jianchou was not a person who liked to sneer, and the smile that just appeared on her lips was full of extreme irony.
What exactly was written in the letter
It actually made Jianchou show such an expression.
Jianchou smiled and said, "On the way to the Nineteenth Continent, I made some friends. I didn't expect that they would be attacked by villains. Now some friends have sent me letters to tell me the progress of the incident. The friends who were seriously injured in the attack can now save their lives, but their cultivation may not be preserved. And the instigator actually escaped unscathed and returned to the mountain gate. Junior Brother Qu, isn't there a saying of seeking revenge in the Nineteenth Continent?"
Qu Zhengfeng was stunned.
He didn't expect Jianchou to tell him everything.
Considering the recent developments of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect and Wuwangzhai, Qu Zhengfeng immediately thought that it was probably the matter of the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple.
He pondered and said, "It's exactly the opposite of what Senior Sister Jianchou feels. Seeking revenge is everywhere in the Nineteen Continents, but between sects, they all have to consider some face, and those who can avoid tearing each other apart rarely seek revenge directly."
Too.
But she was stuck in a rut for a while.
Taking a deep breath of the cool morning air from Lingzhaoding on Yashan Mountain, Jianchou laughed out loud: "I understand."
What Zhang Sui said in the letter, "My words don't count", probably refers to the conflict of interests between a disciple and a sect. The tone of his entire letter was unusually calm. He only said that he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation at the Zuo Sanqian Small Conference in the Central Region.
I think the Demon Sealing Sword Sect will not get involved in this matter.
Thinking about Qu Zhengfeng's words again, Jianchou was able to deduce the whole story.
To put it in a big way, it is the face of the two sects, but to put it in a small way, it is nothing more than a personal grudge.
Wuwangzhai's letter did not mention seeking justice for Nie Xiaowan, but...
What kind of mood would Nie Xiaowan be in
Or perhaps, Master Yuxin cannot influence the entire sect based on her personal stance.
"If you have that ability, no one will be able to stop you even if you slaughter all 19 continents."
The words of Fudaoshanren echoed in my ears again.
Jianchou shook her head and chuckled. She stopped talking and just said to Qu Zhengfeng, "I'm new to the Nineteenth Continent and I don't understand a lot of things. I wonder if there are any relevant books on Yashan that I can read?"
"That's true." Qu Zhengfeng nodded, "Not only the customs and practices of the Nineteen Continents, but also some basic methods for cultivation. That... plus, Master has always been more casual when teaching his disciples... so..."
Casual
Jianchou was stunned for a moment: "Master hasn't been back to Yashan for three hundred years, so your cultivation..."
The veins on Qu Zhengfeng's forehead jumped, and he sighed, "I basically rely on myself."
"… "
Jianchou understood.
No wonder when talking about reading ancient books, Qu Zhengfeng mentioned some basic methods at the end, and also mentioned that the master taught his disciples more casually. It turned out that it was because... even if you become a disciple, you still rely on yourself most of the time.
Qu Zhengfeng walked forward and sighed, "Master is often unreliable. Although my cultivation is not very high now, I am about to enter the Out-of-Body Stage and am at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. If Senior Sister has any questions about cultivation, it may be more reliable to ask me rather than Master."
To be able to let a disciple say such words...
Jianchou could no longer bear to think about how irresponsible Fudaoshanren was.
She looked at Qu Zhengfeng: "Thank you, Junior Brother Qu. I will have to bother you in the future. But this always sounds weird..."
As a senior sister in the Qi Refining Stage, Jianchou really has no confidence when speaking.
Qu Zhengfeng naturally knew the reason. He just smiled, as warm as the spring breeze: "Before the eldest sister was accepted as a disciple by the master, I was the eldest brother of Yashan."
Well…
Jianchou couldn't help but lower his head and laughed, but he was thinking in his heart, Qu Zhengfeng looked like he didn't care on the surface, but he wondered if he was also having the thought of breaking down in his heart
To be honest, she didn't know about the other disciples that her master had accepted.
"By the way, Junior Brother Qu, as I remember, Master accepted eight disciples in total."
"There are eight of us, but now, including you, Senior Sister, there are only six of us in Yashan. I am the second in command now, and you have met the Fourth Junior Brother, who has always been the least reliable among us."
Qu Zhengfeng had already accompanied Jianchou to the cliff road. Standing on the top, he stamped his feet lightly.
The wind rose and the clouds surged, and in an instant they condensed into a cloud ladder that appeared in front of Jianchou and Qu Zhengfeng.
This ladder leads directly to the top of the cliff, where Jianchou lives.
Jianchou had already witnessed this miraculous trick yesterday. When he saw it again today, although there was some amazement in his eyes, it was nothing.
She followed and walked up.
"Then there are three more in Yashan."
"That's right. One is our third junior brother. He is a sword fanatic and has been in seclusion for many years. He rarely comes out, even now. The remaining two are a fool and a fat man."
Qu Zhengfeng laughed and said, "They have been in the Deacon Hall these days. Although they know you are coming, they are anxious to see you, but they can't. I estimate that after today's work, it will be soon. You won't have a few days of peace and quiet."
The Chen Jiu whom I saw yesterday was obviously not a normal person. He had some of the airs of a playboy in the mundane world, but when he was really calm, he was so unrestrained and free-spirited that it was hard to dislike him.
As for Qu Zhengfeng, the description of him as a gentleman like the bright moon and the fresh breeze is the best.
only…
Jianchou thought secretly, seeing Chen Ju's arrogant temper, he didn't dare to provoke him at all, for fear that he was a mean person inside, not as white as his outer appearance, and might be a black heart when open, so he had to be careful in the future.
As for the other three, Jianchou had never seen them. He only heard that this sword maniac, idiot, and fat man didn't seem to be very dangerous.
but…
If you think about it carefully, are there any normal people among the disciples her master accepted
Jianchou suddenly recalled the doubt that the headmaster Zheng Yao asked when they were in Lanyue Palace: How could such an abnormal Fudaoshan people accept her as his disciple
In fact, this is not only Zheng Yao’s question, but also the question of Qu Zhengfeng and others.
It seems that Jianchou doesn't fit in with the entire Yashan!
The two men each had their own ideas, and soon they had climbed up the ladder.
Chen Jiu was still standing there, pinching a pitiful flower that he had found from somewhere, pulling at the petals one by one: "Go for it, don't go for it, go for it, don't go for it, go for it, don't go for it..."
"Junior Brother Shen."
Jianchou stepped onto a piece of flat land that was carved out from the cliff. This was her "doorstep".
"Master sister, you are back!"
When Chen Jiu heard the voice, he was startled and stood up straight, looking at Jianchou.
If he was a mechanical puppet before, now he seemed to be injected with spirit and vitality.
Jianchou felt strange. What on earth did he want to talk to her about
"Just now, I have gone with Junior Brother Qu to pay respect to the headmaster. I remember Junior Brother Shen said just now that he had something to discuss with me."
Chen Jiu opened his mouth and wanted to speak.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qu Zhengfeng standing beside him, his hands folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
The words that were on the tip of his tongue, word by word, suddenly seemed to turn into knives, getting stuck in Chen Jiu's throat.
Chen Jiu opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Jianchou became more and more puzzled and turned his head to look at Qu Zhengfeng.
"Brother Shen, are you looking for Brother Qu?"
"no!"
Chen Jiu rejected it outright, and the expression on his face became extremely frustrated.
He looked at Qu Zhengfeng, and then at Jianchou who had no idea about the situation. The hole in his heart that had been torn open last night suddenly widened. Now blood was not just flowing, but roaring out like a flood that had been opened!
"Well, Second Senior Brother, I need to talk to Senior Sister alone. Can you step aside for a moment?"
"Oh..." Qu Zhengfeng crossed his hands and took two steps in the air. He looked at Chen Jiu with a strange look in his eyes. "What can't be said? Why do you have to say it alone? I didn't know you and Senior Sister Jianchou had so much to talk about."
Even a pig could hear the ridicule and sarcasm in the voice, let alone Shen Jiu who prided himself on being extremely smart.
“Crack, crack…”
This is the sound of Chen Jiu grinding his teeth.
He stared at Qu Zhengfeng and finally couldn't help it.
The flame of hatred burned fiercely. Chen Jiu put his hand on his waist and spoke from between his teeth: "Draw, the sword!"
The mischievous smile on Qu Zhengfeng's face paused.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the hand that Chen Jiu was holding on his waist, and whispered, "Are you really drawing your sword?"
"Of course—"
Chen Jiu suddenly looked up and smiled brilliantly.
"real!"
The sky was filled with vast silver light, which suddenly rose up the moment his words fell from the sky!
A fighting plate of two meters in diameter appeared out of thin air on the cliff, and the surging spiritual energy inside rose into the sky like a storm!
At this moment, the entire Yashan seemed to be able to hear the loud sound of swords!
At the moment when the silver light surged, Qu Zhengfeng had already passed by a dark blue light under his feet, completely avoiding it. He laughed loudly: "Just because of a small Heavenly Fire Lamp, you want to draw your sword against me. Brother, I am so sad!"
"fart!"
At this moment, Chen Ju wished he could chop Qu Zhengfeng into eight pieces and throw him out to feed the dogs.
As a real man, there is no way he can lower himself in front of others and go to Senior Sister Chou to ask for the Heavenly Fire Lamp back!
And this culprit just stood there doing bad things and making sarcastic remarks!
How can this be tolerated?!
Chen Ju's mind got heated, and he thought: Let's kill him! Draw the sword!