Bei Xuan faction!
Chen He wondered in his heart that he had never heard of this name. In other words, there is no jade ball.
The important reminder he left to himself in the first jade ball was said after seeing one-seventh of the whole box of jade balls. Chen He couldn't forget such a major event as the origin of his division.
The master who died long ago and only had a title, named Nan Hongzi, is said to have entered Taoism through martial arts.
- and then it's gone! If it weren't for today's talk, Chen He would have thought that the masters and brothers were all loose cultivators and had no sect.
This shows that in the Heiyuan Valley where he has lived since he was a child, there is no one who has mentioned the Beixuan faction, but they still make up stories every day!
Cangyu Ball can only record what happened, it is impossible to know what the owner is thinking. Shi Feng hid the box again. Of course, Chen He can't remember how those stories were made up, but he also knows. , Brother probably played all the demons and ghosts.
Everyone in Heiyuan Valley is so open-hearted and hyped, but no one has mentioned the real name of Shi Feng Chen He Shimen
Beixuan Secret Treasure, it seems to be involved a lot!
Chen He lowered his head and shrank in his senior brother's arms, pretending to be frightened and trembling, just to conceal Shi Feng's gaffe. The Snow Mountain God Master's eyes passed over Chen He, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
- Shi Feng accepted another apprentice, is this to comfort loneliness
The cultivation level that is not reached by the core is still protected so tightly!
The most burdensome thing in Shi Feng's life is the burden. Seeing that now he can do whatever he wants, he has found another one. How can I say it? It's a few days after death, and some people have fallen through the blood and still can't think about it. It's really stupid.
The Snow Mountain Master said slowly: "As long as you and I join forces, we can destroy the inheritance of the Demon Sect, and the Beixuan secret treasure that has been in dust for 8,000 years can also be seen again."
Shi Feng raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips.
The vermilion dripped from his fingertips, not falling into the lake below, but dispersing into a faint blood mist.
He kept his back straight, tightly guarding Chen He in his elbows, slightly raising the corners of his narrow, slightly hooked eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Beixuan Sect is a thing of the past, you need to worry about the treasure."
This time, there was no more blood pouring out of his speech, and his voice gradually changed from dull and hoarse to smooth. The cultivator has been in retreat for decades, and no one has ever stopped speaking because of this, and of course Shi Feng is the same.
"Shi Feng!"
The Snow Mountain Master was stunned, and he sighed in disbelief: "You really don't want the treasure?"
"Every few hundred years in the world of self-cultivation, someone will search for the secret treasure of Beixuan. What happened in the end?"
"This time is different!" The Snow Mountain Master blurted out.
After he finished speaking, he felt a little remorse, but he still held an air and nodded arrogantly, "I won't talk about this, you can guess one or two, since it will be related to the inheritance of the ancient demons, this news is my own demon. Come from there. But those idiots discovered the secret record of the inheritance of the Demon Sect on an ancient bronze cauldron, but they ignored the secret contained in the cauldron itself, which was left by the Beixuan Sect 8,000 years ago!"
However, Shi Feng didn't talk to him about this tripod. He seized the key point of the Snow Mountain Master's understatement and skipped, and smiled sarcastically: "Did you 'got' the news from the devil's way?"
The Snow Mountain Master was stagnant, and then said casually: "This news is accurate, we can't delay, once someone in the devil's way takes the lead, or it makes a lot of noise. It's not a scene that you and I like to see."
"Liang Qianshan, I'm not interested in your jokes."
Shi Feng didn't look back.
"You, even though you have already given up everything, have you not cared about the Beixuan faction?" Yu Jian, who was shocked by the Snow Mountain Master, caught up with him, pointed at Chen He and said, "I know that you have a high level of cultivation, and you don't care about the treasures of chance in the world. But what about your apprentice, do you want him to be mediocre and die after 200 years in the stage of conjuring pills? Shi Feng, how long can you stay in this world, and if you ascend, your apprentice can follow you? Even if you Whether it’s reincarnation or going to the underworld, can you always take him with you?”
Chen He felt Shi Feng's arm tense, he immediately pretended to be afraid and leaned against Shi Feng's arm, trying to comfort his senior brother.
He knew where Shi Feng's anger came from - it wasn't because this guy named Liang Qianshan mentioned himself, but the "apprentice".
This word is definitely a taboo for Shi Feng, Chen He still doesn't know what Shi Feng's apprentice is called.
"You have been burdened by these all your life... Well, you valued feelings all your life, and what did you get in the end? The Gathering faction framed you as having entered the devil's way, and the Beixuan faction existed in name only. Now there is such a great opportunity, as long as you find the Beixuan secret treasure—"
Before the Snow Mountain Divine Master finished speaking, Shi Feng had already left.
"Stubborn." Divine Master Liang Qianshan frowned angrily.
After hesitating for a while, in the end he didn't take the risk to continue chasing.
—The Snow Mountain Master did not believe that Shi Feng had no interest in the Beixuan Secret Treasure.
"How could Shi Feng be injured?" Liang Qianshan felt that this was very strange.
There hasn't been much movement in the Northwest Desert recently. It can be seen that Shi Feng was not injured by fighting people here. Besides, it is not easy for the cultivation world to find someone who can seriously injure the Gorefiend.
The desert north of Guanwai and the south of Daxueshan are all controlled by Liang Qianshan.
Shi Feng should be in the Heiyuan Valley in the southern border, secretly running back to the northwest, and taking a new apprentice with him, what is this for
"Could it be that he already knew the location of Beixuan's secret treasure, and he went down to investigate it in person before he was seriously injured?" The Snow Mountain Master narrowed his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more reliable this guess became.
The technique of the spring breeze and the sound of the Daxueshan Qiankun Temple, because Shi Feng had to take care of the child in his arms, he could only pour his true essence into the voice and break it. But this kind of thing is easy for Shi Feng, and it is impossible for him to be injured. The only possibility is that Shi Feng was seriously injured before.
Judging from the expression on Shi Feng's face, this was evidently confirmed.
Otherwise, if you open your mouth, you will vomit blood, and it is not the monks who insist on closing their mouths.
Not knowing that he was thinking about going astray, the more he pondered, the more he felt that Shi Feng was seriously injured and seriously involved. To the point where he would vomit blood when he used his true essence, and before every word he said would spill a mouthful of blood, but he saw it very clearly.
—Should Shi Feng show up on purpose and lead him to chase after him, and then another master of the Mahayana period ambushed in Cangshi Town, take advantage of the Daxue Mountain master leaving, and immediately take the Beixuan secret treasure!
"Damn!"
Consciously deceived, the Snow Mountain Master dashed back with his flying sword.
Here, Shi Feng took Chen He and walked for a hundred miles in one breath. Only then did he put away the cloud-like magic weapon under his feet and stopped in a bamboo forest deep in the mountain, coughing uncontrollably.
"Senior Brother!" As soon as Chen He's feet landed on the ground, he was so anxious to reach out his wrists and use his spiritual power to help regulate his breath.
Shi Feng raised his hand to stop it, and then the blood that flowed from his palms suddenly splashed onto a phoenix-tailed bamboo beside him.
The maroon spots quickly seeped in, first the lush, curved leaves withered, the bamboo stalks turned from green to yellow, and all turned black in the blink of an eye. Because the phoenix-tailed bamboo is in clusters, dozens of plants are densely connected together, and after a few breaths, the whole cluster withered and stood dead.
"Senior...Senior brother, are you poisoned?" Chen He turned his head in horror.
The terrifying effect caused by such a drop of blood is probably extremely poisonous, which is rare in the cultivation world.
Shi Feng's eyes dimmed and he shook his head.
Chen He hurriedly wiped off the blood stains on Shi Feng's clothes and hands. In a hurry, he ripped off the cloth that was covering his face when he was fleeing.
He asked anxiously and cautiously: "Senior brother, you are really fine, what kind of poison is this?"
Shi Feng paused for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "I'm not poisoned."
"Ah!" Chen He instinctively reached out to cover his brother's mouth. He stared at him and said in a panicked and uneasy tone, "Senior brother, don't talk, it should be very safe here."
Shi Feng didn't move, looking at his junior brother through his arm.
The anger caused by the dusty past was dazed and slowly calmed down.
- People cannot be resurrected from the dead, only the afterlife is left behind. The Beixuan faction was finally a thing of the past, like a grain of sand that could not be grasped. Even if it is retained, it will eventually be scattered in the wind without a trace.
The younger brother is the most important person in his life.
The wind blows the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, and the mountains and valleys are empty and uninhabited.
The two looked at each other silently, and the quiet atmosphere was quickly broken by Chen He.
"Uh!" Chen He thought that he was covering too tightly, and hurriedly released his hand.
"The closed mantra has been broken, and I have nothing to say."
Shi Feng explained before Chen He became nervous again.
"This Snow Mountain Master is really hateful!" Chen He secretly made a note to Liang Qianshan.
"The Daxueshan Qiankunguan lineage is the national teacher of the former dynasty. After the former vigor was exhausted, they migrated to the outside of the pass. It has only been three hundred years."
"Three hundred years? Still not enough?" Chen He covered his mouth immediately after speaking. It was too embarrassing. He forgot that in the realm of cultivation, he could live for four hundred years casually in the Nascent Soul stage.
But before Chen He's hand fell on his face, he was suddenly grabbed by Shi Feng.
- His fingers were forced to be flattened, and Shi Feng wiped away the blood stains Chen He had stained before before letting go.
"Senior brother, didn't you say you weren't poisoned?" Chen He asked cautiously.
In fact, "talking" to his senior brother made him feel a little uncomfortable. If Chen He didn't have only one day's memory, it is estimated that his tone would be so unfamiliar that he didn't know how to say it.
"It's not poison."
Shi Feng looked at the withered phoenix-tailed bamboo next to him, flicked his sleeve, and the whole bamboo clump turned into fly ash.
This scene shocked Chen He's eyes to straighten, but he heard his senior brother whisper: "You heard that person before that the Gathering faction falsely accused me of entering the devil's way."
"Yes!" Chen He came back to his senses, and gave the Gathering faction a hard note.
If there is no blue jade ball, he will find a pen and paper to write later, don't forget it! !
Shi Feng didn't pay attention to Chen He's expression. He looked at the scattered fly ash and said in a deep voice, "Actually, what they said is not wrong."
"what?"
"Although I'm not a demon cultivator, I have cultivated a spiritual method that is even more terrifying than a magic art." Shi Feng said lightly, "If life is extremely relapsed, things will be reversed at the extreme. Even my blood can devour life and destroy its master. The true essence of the instrument, everything in the world, is no exception. Therefore, they hate me and fear me, but they dare not approach.”
Chen He listened in a daze, suddenly regained his senses, and wiped the blood beads on his forehead: "No, that's not the case. I touched the blood of my senior brother, and I have nothing to do."
This stupid brother.
Shi Feng was dumbfounded. He didn't understand why Chen He was sometimes clever and clever, but sometimes he couldn't think of the key.
Maybe it's because of concern that it's messed up. Seeing Chen He's eloquent words, Shi Feng smiled unconsciously: "You and I come from the same source, as long as you don't drink it, it won't affect you."
When Chen He heard it, he didn't suddenly understand, but finally understood why his senior brother brought his burden, Liang Qianshan stared at him, but still didn't attack.
-Because he was afraid of Shi Feng, and even more afraid of the blood stains on Chen He's body that had not dried up.