The process of Ju Yuanzi's magic casting was extremely simple, and there was no need for Ji Yuan and Xuan Jizi to avoid anything. They just had to close their eyes and sit quietly.
In the eyes of Ji Yuan and Xuan Jizi, there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy or magic power, and it even seemed that Ju Yuanzi was asleep. But at the same time, Yu Huaishan, who was guarding the Tiandeng Pavilion, was frightened.
The cultivator guarding the Sky Lantern Pavilion was sitting quietly in front of the pavilion practicing when he suddenly felt something unusual. He opened his eyes and looked up, and found that among the Sky Soul Lanterns at the highest point, the one representing Ju Yuanzi was beating violently.
"What! Did Brother Ju meet with an accident?"
The monk stood up, but saw that the Sky Soul Lamp was just flickering continuously, but there was no sign of it going out. He jumped lightly and flew through the air to the vicinity of the Sky Soul Lamp. He saw that the light was flickering and not going out, but there was information coming back.
This was the first time that this had happened in the Sky Lantern Pavilion. Normally, at the moment of the death of a monk from Yu Huaishan, information would be retrieved through secret techniques. But this time, the lantern did not go out but the information was retrieved.
"This... this is also possible?"
Half a quarter of an hour later, the monk summoned his disciples to take care of the Sky Lantern Pavilion temporarily, and he left the attic with a thoughtful expression.
…
When Ji Yuan returned to Nichen Temple, it was exactly four days after he left. He met the old abbot of the temple at the gate of the temple. The latter certainly knew that Ji Yuan was a master, but when facing Ji Yuan he was able to remain truly calm and greet him with Buddhist etiquette.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Mr. Ji, Young Master Li has been staying in your courtyard for a long time."
"Ji has already known about it"
Ji Yuan returned the greeting, left a message and walked towards the temple. When he arrived at the courtyard where he lived, he saw that it was a very cold day, but one of the doors of the monk's room was open. A small table inside was facing the door. Behind the table, there was a child wrapped in an old quilt, holding a hand warmer and reading a book, sniffing his nose from time to time. It was Li Feng.
"Hiss..."
Li Feng sniffed his nose again, turned a page of the book and recited for a while, then habitually looked up in the direction of the courtyard gate. When he saw Ji Yuan standing there, he was obviously stunned for a moment. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was not an illusion, Mr. Ji was walking towards the courtyard.
His eyes turned red and Li Feng quickly stood up.
"Sir, I have memorized the first chapter of the new book. I wanted to recite it to you yesterday!"
Ji Yuan walked to the front of the house, went in and closed the door.
"Are you blaming me for not coming back yesterday?"
Ji Yuan spoke with a smile, and Li Feng also laughed and shook his head vigorously.
"No, no, sir, you said it could take three days at the earliest, but you didn't say it would definitely take three days!"
Ji Yuan rubbed Li Feng's head, walked to the corner of the room and added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal stove that was about to go out. Soon the temperature in the room became warmer. He knew that Li Feng was not blaming him for coming back late, but was rather afraid that he would never come back.
"Sir, what have you been doing?"
"Nothing, I just asked someone to deliver a letter, it should have been delivered."
Ji Yuan seemed to be thinking about something when he spoke, and his thoughts drifted to his hometown Yunzhou, now Xin Dazhen. He then murmured something.
"If a tree wants to grow tall, it must go through wind and rain."
…
The original land of Zuyue had become the new territory of the Dazhen Dynasty and was organized into six new states. In order to highlight the original majesty of Dazhen, Zuyue, which was not much smaller than Dazhen, was organized into only six states. Of course, the keywords of some of the original place names were still retained, but the terminal levels were replaced with Dazhen's usual prefecture and county system.
Zhonghuzhou mainly includes Zhonghu Road and the vast area centered on Luoqing City in the northwest. Yan Fei is now temporarily living on the edge of Luoqing City, which is where he and Lao Niu used to live. Also living there are Lu Chengfeng and Zuo Wuji.
The weather was clear and sunny today. Yan Fei was coming out of a rather imposing building, holding a long sword. Although the building was luxurious, it was still filled with a scent of powder. Passers-by, especially men, could not help but glance upward and see a big golden signboard with the name "Chun Xing Tower".
Looking at Yan Fei like this, in the eyes of the men passing by outside, he was just a man who had just come out of a night of passion. However, some girls in the pavilion looked at Yan Fei, the charming and experienced swordsman, with affectionate eyes, but no one said anything like "Sir, come again next time" or something like that.
Yan Fei certainly wouldn't care about other people's opinions, not to mention that there was no one here who knew him. But before he had walked far, a laughing voice suddenly came from the alley next to him.
"I didn't expect that the famous flying swordsman is also a romantic figure~~"
Yan Fei frowned and looked to one side, where stood a fair-complexioned young man. Although his clothes were not luxurious, the material was obviously good, and his body was almost spotless. The key point was that before the young man spoke, Yan Fei did not notice anything unusual about him, but at this moment, he felt that the other party was not simple. He could remain calm even when being stared at by him, and his martial arts attainments must be quite high.
"Who are you?"
"My last name is Wei, and I came here specifically to look for you. Fortunately, I didn't come at night, otherwise I would have disturbed you. Haha, no more joking, Master Yan, I know you didn't stay here last night. You went in this morning and came out not long after."
Yan Fei's eyebrows jumped. He had been influenced by Lao Niu for a long time, so the words of the man in front of him didn't sound good to him.
"Who asked you to come? What do you want from Yan?"
"Well! Guess who asked me to come? As for what, I want to have a discussion with Master Yan first. Is that possible?"
As soon as Wei Yuansheng finished speaking, an exquisite small sword slipped out from his sleeve. It didn't look like a short sword, but rather a long sword that was smaller in size. However, it was unusually sharp, and the moment he raised the sword, it stabbed towards Yan Fei with a faint light.
'So fast!'
Yan Fei was startled, knowing that the person coming was no ordinary person. He used his body skills to draw his sword to deal with the opponent almost the moment he attacked. There were not many people in the martial arts world who could draw their swords at the very beginning.
“Ding~”
At the same moment when the two swords collided, Yan Fei turned his wrist, and the sword moved like a spirit snake, as if it came alive and stabbed at the young man surnamed Wei again with his body movements. This change happened in a flash, and there was no murderous intent or intention. Only when the tip of the sword appeared did a sharp edge with a breathtaking momentum appear.
The young man seemed surprised when he saw the sword, and appeared a little flustered. In Yan Fei's eyes, it was simply a "dead man's reaction". But when the tip of the sword was less than a palm's distance away from the young man, a blur appeared on the other party's body, and he retreated a full ten feet like a ghost, avoiding the sword's killing range.
"Huh...Huh...Huh...How scary..."
Yan Fei stood there with a frown on his face and a sword in his hand. Even though the other party had just dodged like this, he could still chase him. However, he did not choose to catch up. Instead, he squinted at the young man who was ten feet away.
"You are not a mortal?"
Wei Yuansheng patted his chest. He was really scared just now, and he could feel that even if he dodged, Yan Fei's sword intent was still sticking to him, like a sword against his forehead. It was not up to him, Wei Yuansheng, to deliver the sword or not.
"It's really scary that martial arts has reached this level!"
Suppressing his fear, Wei Yuansheng took another step closer to Yan Fei and bowed solemnly.
"I am Wei Yuansheng, and I have met the hero Yan Feiyan. I have seen the hero's abilities, and he is just as powerful as Mr. Ji said. I am afraid there is no rival for him in the world."
“Thank you.”
Yan Fei nodded. When he heard the three words "Mr. Ji", the atmosphere at least eased on the surface.
"Hero, can we find a convenient place to talk?"
Yan Fei looked back in the direction Wei Yuansheng was looking, because the two of them had exchanged one or two moves at the entrance of the alley. There were some curious people watching on the street at this time. Although they did not continue fighting, those curious people had no intention of leaving for the time being.
"Well, let's go outside the city."
…
Zuo Wuji has a strong and sturdy body but still looks a little childish. He was just getting dressed and coming out of his room. He looked around the small manor. The couple was hanging out clothes to dry, while Lu Chengfeng was practicing boxing in an open area outside wearing only a short coat in winter. Every punch seemed to shake a large area of air and make a loud bang.
After a moment, Lu Chengfeng slowly restrained his breath. As the true energy in his body calmed down, bursts of white steam rose outside his body, making him look a bit like an immortal cultivator surrounded by clouds and mist.
"Alas, the so-called Wusha Yuangang is indeed a peerless skill, but it's a pity that it's a little late for me..."
"Fourth Master, where is the First Master?"
Zuo Wuji's voice interrupted Lu Chengfeng's thoughts, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Brother Yan has gone to Luoqing City. I heard that one of my brothers asked me to help him take a look at some of his lovers when he comes to Luoqing next time."
How many lovers? Many
Zuo Wuji scratched his head and put this thought behind him, because the fourth master was already walking towards him with two large stone locks.
"Alright, get ready to stand still. You can only stop when I tell you to. You can't have breakfast until at least half an hour later!"
"yes!"
Zuo Wuji did not dare to delay. He stretched his muscles and circulated his true energy, then took over two hundred-jin stone locks from Lu Chengfeng. His arms holding the stone locks were parallel to the ground on the left and right, and his body was in a horse stance. Not long after, white steam rose from his body.
Lu Chengfeng, who was standing next to him, had already picked up a wine gourd from the ground and started sipping the wine, as if he could quench his thirst just by drinking.
But when Zuo Wuji had been standing there for nearly an hour, Lu Chengfeng, who was lying under the tree with his eyes closed and holding the wine gourd, still showed no intention of stopping.
Zuo Wuji sniffed the fragrance coming from the kitchen in the distance and glanced at Lu Chengfeng on the side.
"Master, Fourth Master, it has definitely been much longer than half an hour..."
Lu Chengfeng's stomach rose and fell evenly, but he didn't open his eyes or make a sound.
"Master Four, you are not drunk..."
Lu Chengfeng still didn't move, but even though his arms were so sore that they were about to break, Zuo Wuji didn't dare to put down the stone lock.
Suddenly, Lu Chengfeng opened his eyes, jumped to the top of the tree, and saw Yan Fei and a stranger walking towards him. However, upon closer inspection, the stranger seemed a little familiar.
Apparently Wei Yuansheng had also noticed Lu Chengfeng and had already waved from afar.
Although they didn't know Wei Yuansheng, the Smiling Tiger Wei Wuwei was also famous in the martial arts world. With the help of Ji Yuan, they soon understood Wei Yuansheng's purpose.
"You mean, far away across the ocean, humans and demons are fighting each other in a chaotic dispute?"
Lu Chengfeng took a sip of wine and asked with narrowed eyes. Yan Fei didn't say anything, while Zuo Wuji kept stuffing meat buns into his mouth.
Wei Yuansheng nodded.
"Yes, the trend of humanity is the trend of heaven and earth. Martial arts should belong to the power of humanity. Several heroes have outstanding martial arts, but they cannot break through. Perhaps they are missing some conditions. As the saying goes, soil is pressed into bricks and iron is hammered into steel. If demons and monsters are wreaking havoc on the earth, what will happen to the human world? What will happen if the righteous path cannot defeat the evil path?"
Yan Fei smiled and put his hand on the sword on the table.
"Not to mention that it can sharpen my martial arts skills, even if I can't make any progress, I will still go."
"Lu Chengfeng's martial arts skills are low, but he also wants to go and see it."
"Me, me, me, I, Zuo Wuji, want to become the best fighter in the world, I'm going too."
"you?"
Wei Yuansheng frowned and was about to speak when Lu Chengfeng and Yan Fei spoke at the same time.
"good!"
In the eyes of the two, they already have limitations, but Zuo Wuji is the hope of martial arts, and this hope is not suitable for being kept in a warm room. How can a seedling not experience wind and rain, even if it is a violent storm that may lead to its death.
Then Zuo Wuji asked again with a little excitement.
"When are we leaving? How are we going? Is there anyone else?"
Wei Yuansheng looked at this young man who looked as sturdy as an adult but was definitely not very old. He believed in the courage of Yan Fei and Lu Chengfeng, but the young man didn't know how terrifying demons and mortals were, so he just nodded.
"We can't afford to waste time. In two days, a treasure boat will return to Tianyuzhou from a fairy port. This treasure boat is the treasure of Taiyun Sect in Tianyuzhou. It is being taken back this time to be used as a magic weapon to deal with crises. There will be no ferry to Tianyuzhou for quite some time, so we'd better set off today."
Originally, he wanted to go and see the other nine young heroes, but after some calculations, Wei Yuansheng felt that it was too late. In his opinion, the most important thing was that Yan Fei could go.