Empty valleys and forests, deep mountains birds chirping.
Chen He squatted on the ground, used a slightly sharp stone piece as a tool, and seriously began to dig a hole.
He didn't use his spiritual power, and he didn't use any tricks, so he dug a layer of the soil where the phoenix-tailed bamboos used to be, and then cut off a lot of bamboo leaves and branches and threw them into the pit, preparing to cover them with the ashes of the bonfire.
"fire…"
Chen He held back for a long time, but Shi Zhonghuo, who was sleeping in his dantian, remained motionless.
"This guy, what's the use of it!" Chen He thought angrily.
In the barren mountains and wild places, he has no clues, and he has never learned magic spells. Where can he find fire
When Chen He was seventeen years old, he could only say that he had three days of memory. He secretly regretted that his brother had given him enough food to open his mouth and clothes to stretch out his hands. He had never even eaten cold and hard food, let alone made a fire.
The secret method of empowerment is not omnipotent, because the secret method of empowerment is not responsible for imparting experience. Many people know how to make a fire, but they still choked to death when they tried it for the first time in the wild.
"Why didn't senior brother think of teaching me a flame palm or something?" Chen He muttered.
It is said that there are many thaumaturgical techniques in Western Buddhism Tantra, and the flame knife and the sun palm sound majestic. I don't know the practicality of fighting, but at least it can be ignited.
"The seal is so dead that it can't be used at all?" Chen He tried again unwillingly.
The sleeping Shi Zhonghuo probably felt the master's anxiety, and moved slightly, "Chi."
A ray of flame emerged from Chen He's fingertips and ignited the bamboo leaves.
The flames immediately shot up several feet high, and blazed in the dirt pit—the benefit of the true samadhi fire, it was lit, no need to toss, even if it was wet wood, it would burn well. Of course, in order to avoid the black smoke coming out and attracting attention, what Chen He folded were dry bamboo leaves and relatively thin branches.
Seeing that the fire was completely burned out and the fire had a tendency to spread, Chen He waved his hand decisively.
The flame was immediately pulled over like a lotus root, and returned to Dantian with the flow of spiritual power. From Chen He's point of view, the fire in the stone, which had shrunk into a tiny ball, was like a lazy snoring, and a bubble appeared. , followed by sucking it back.
The temperature in the pit dropped immediately.
Pile of ashes covered the pit, Chen He clapped his hands in satisfaction, letting the ashes spread out naturally.
Immediately following him, he stepped on the footsteps and pushed the bamboo forest to both sides, pretending to be a mortal trudging through the mountains, crossing the stream to leave the water at night, and returning to the stream during the day.
The mountain stream at the end of the bamboo forest is littered with the footprints of wild beasts, and it is impossible to trace it carefully.
Chen He was so busy for an hour, and then he was content to cross the mountain stream, jump down the deep valley, walk across the ten thousand hectares of bamboo sea in the wind, and run to a cliff in the distance.
After confirming that he had not left any trace, Chen He carefully lifted the fallen vine and got into a slightly narrow cave, where the black python that used to live shrank in the corner, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head alertly, and saw that it was Chen He. After that, it shook subconsciously, and continued to bury its head in the circle of its body as if it did not exist.
Shi Feng didn't touch the ground, he sat in the air with his hands on his knees.
The right leg did not sit cross-legged, but was placed on top of the left foot, and then hung down naturally. The robe was bright red like blood, and the air flow surging all over the body, but it was only limited to Shi Feng's radius of half a zhang. Chen He could not feel the slightest while standing outside the circle. Spiritual fluctuations.
The true essence of fire in the wood is like a flame burning on the side of Shi Feng.
Scattered long hair, from time to time, due to the slight agitation of Zhen Yuan, it fluttered backwards, revealing Shi Feng's ears and eyebrows.
Chen He stared at Shi Feng's left forehead, where there were three tiny red moles - Shi Feng had been covering it with his hair before, he had never seen it before.
Involuntarily reaching out to touch his brow, Chen He was suspicious of his record for the first time.
Senior brother also has a red mole on his left temple, why didn't he mention it? never found out
Why is there a senior brother, is it a blood relative to the senior brother
The matter of the Chen family in Yunzhou is not true. He does not have a cousin who looks like a madman, nor does he have a second aunt who murdered him for the sake of his family property, and he has no relatives who ignore him. Senior brother is his blood relative, and the memories in the jade ball are fake!
Chen He's hand on his side tightened and loosened, and finally he lowered his head and walked to the entrance of the cave, looking out from the gap between the dense vines, the sun was about to rise in the sky, and the clouds dissipated.
He picked up the jade ball with his fingers and shoved it into his arms solemnly.
- He is no longer a three-year-old child, knowing that things in the world are not wishful thinking, he can become like that.
Brother will not lie to him.
The red mole was just a coincidence, he was just a lost fool from the Chen family and no one wanted him.
Chen He spent another long night. The night before yesterday, he was in the Chifeng Desert, and he was nervously guarding his senior brother in the early morning. In a trance, he wondered whether the blindfold he had arranged for a long time last night was effective. The smugglers let him know that lying must be perfect, and no matter how good the words were, no carefully prepared details would be effective.
Snow Mountain Master, Liang Qianshan.
Chen He infused his fingertips with spiritual power and wrote handwriting on a hollow bamboo.
At the beginning, he was crooked because of his inexperience, but after figuring out the strength, the characters became well-proportioned, the strokes were smooth, and even the anger that came to the face could be revealed.
Then Chen He then wrote three words, Aggregation School.
After hesitating for a long time, in the end, Chen He still didn't write the Beixuan Secret Treasure - he had to consider the possibility of things falling into the hands of others. The bamboo tube was not a blue jade ball refined by his senior brother, and he could distinguish the spiritual energy.
Tanzhi wrote the Beixuan School on the inside of the bamboo tube, and drew a graffiti of a meat bun on the back as a reminder.
Just when Chen He was thinking about how to conceal more hints, Shi Feng's aura changed behind him, all his gray-white true essence were gathered, and his long hair slowly fell on his shoulders.
Chen He hurriedly tucked the bamboo tube into his sleeve. Thinking about it, he felt unsafe. He pulled it out again and inserted it into the side of the waistband, and then took the sleeve to cover it. It was not too obvious.
He opened his eyes, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the entire cave shook slightly. Shi Feng had already received his work, and at a glance, he could see the appearance of his junior brother and hid things in a panic.
With dew on his hair, mud and bamboo leaves on his shoes, he must have sneaked out to cover his tracks.
Shi Feng smiled unconsciously, stretched out his hand, and the bamboo tube that Chen He had hidden flew automatically.
"Ah!" Chen He stood there angrily.
His fingers stroked the scratches on the bamboo tube, and Shi Feng's smile disappeared. He looked up at Chen He, and found that his younger brother was dodging his eyes and pretending to be nothing. Shi Feng suddenly felt an indescribable suffocation.
His junior brother, trying so hard, just wants to remember what happened. Even mortals can easily do it, but it is an extravagant hope for Chen He.
Signaling Chen He to come to him, Shi Feng took out an unused blue jade ball from the Xumi mustard seed magic weapon.
Chen He's eyes lit up.
"I didn't want you to remember these disturbing things." Shi Feng stroked Chen He's hair and glanced at Liang Qianshan's name with indifference, "Originally when we returned to Heiyuan Valley, the matter was It has nothing to do with us anymore."
"Originally?" Chen He raised his head sharply, feeling a little dazed because he guessed the hint, "Brother, are we saying that we can't go back?"
"Yes."
Chen He racked his brains to think, and quickly came up with the answer: "Because of the Beixuan secret treasure?"
"good."
Shi Feng had been silent for many years, and when he faced Liang Qianshan, he was full of ridicule, but he didn't think much of it, but now he was a little hesitant to explain the complicated origin of Beixuan Secret Treasure to his junior brother.
"Brother, wait." Chen He grabbed the jade ball and began to play with it.
Since he didn't know when he would be able to go back, Shi Feng didn't want to see the ridiculous appearance of Chen He's wrists and necks covered with jade balls in the future, so he quickly stopped his younger brother and taught Chen He how to control the use of jade balls.
Taking this opportunity, Shi Feng also thought about his words, but because he didn't want to talk about his past, he prepared a sentence to share with him.
"The Northern Profound School was at its peak. Thousands of years ago, it was the largest sect in the world, but after the catastrophe, it fell again and again, and now there are only you and me left."
Chen He blinked after hearing this, but Shi Feng was the only one left without asking what happened to the Beixuan faction.
"In ancient times, the division between demon cultivators and orthodox cultivators was not clear. In the same sect, there were monsters, ghost cultivators, and the most honest alchemists.
Eight thousand years ago, the dynasties of the mortal world changed, and the old and new dynasties fought endlessly, and the children of various families joined the two sides, and finally the entire cultivation world was involved. The two camps each pushed the Northern Profound Sect and the Southern Hezong Sect as their leaders. After years of war, many cultivators died, and countless small sects broke their inheritance.
Their relics were taken over by the leaders of the two parties. In the end, the new dynasty supported by the Beixuan faction won, and the Nanhe faction was destroyed. This war and the catastrophe of the self-cultivation world brought many unmaintained spiritual tools and magic pills to the Beixuan faction. This is the rumored Beixuan secret treasure! "
Chen He suddenly froze.
Things were worse than he imagined. It was called Beixuan Secret Treasure. In fact, this treasure did not belong to the Beixuan faction. According to the practice of the comprehension world, after the cultivator dies, the relics can be handed over to friends to find and inherit.
Chen He has a common sense of the secret technique of empowerment. He knows the catastrophe that swept the world, the world of self-cultivation, and the heaven eight thousand years ago. In all the sects in the world, there is not one out of ten. The Beixuan faction has mastered so many good things, and it is strange that they are not coveted!
"Finding an inheritance is not an easy task. People are close and distant, and their aptitudes are divided into high and low. The Northern Profound Sect must first be busy with the sects that are close to each other.
What's more, there are also some sectarian inheritances that once killed Beixuanmen people, and they also fell from Nanhezong to Beixuan sect. I also know that Beixuan sect will not find inheritance for this kind of thing.
The problem lies here. Those who can kill people from Beixuanmen are not bad at all. With solid evidence, they will lead to more doubts - people claiming to be the descendants of the dead cultivators or the descendants of the blood. Even the people who got the inheritance from the Beixuan Sect went to the door to ask for the magic weapon of the heart, and even turned over the ancient books, muttering that the things they had obtained were incomplete, and they were skeptical about the claim that some magic weapons were destroyed in the war. "
Shi Feng took a deep breath and looked cold.
The Beixuan sect is powerful, and people hide their anger and doubts in their hearts and pass it on from generation to generation.
"Three thousand years ago, the magic cultivator united the six sects and many loose cultivators to capture the Beixuan faction's station, and turned over everything. In the end, he used the lives of his disciples to force the then headmaster Lin Qingshang to reveal the secrets of Beixuan. The whereabouts of Bao also robbed the catalogues and books passed down by the heads of the past dynasties, and also burned the entire sect palace building because of the suspicion of secret passages, turning the Beixuan Sect's residence into rubble.
Although there was no wanton killing except for the magic repair, Lin Qingshang died a year later because of his grief and anger, and the serious injuries that did not heal. His disciples could only carry the coffin, away from the Central Plains, and came to the Daxue Mountain. "
"Da Snow Mountain?" Chen He thought he had heard it wrong.
"Yes, there was no Qiankun concept at that time, and Daxueshan once belonged to the homeless Beixuan faction."
Chen He clenched his fists and asked in a low voice, "Did those bastards get the Beixuan secret treasure?"
"do not know."
Shi Feng looked into the distance and said leisurely, "There are many theories about this matter. Lin Qingshang said that the secret treasure had been buried for many years. After the last headmaster who knew the secret ascended, the location was lost. He swears and swears, If this statement is half false, let his soul fly away, let the demons devour his body, and he will die without a place to be buried, and then everyone will retreat. When it spreads to the cultivation world, some people say that the six sects have obtained the secret treasure, but they just released it. This rumor is to fool everyone, and it is even said that the one who got the treasure is a magic cultivator, and some people even suspected that Lin Qingshang was not dead, and rushed to Daxueshan to dig a grave and open a coffin..."
The cave was quiet, except for the rustling of the wind blowing the vines.
"In the end, no one knows the whereabouts of the treasure. Every few hundred years in the future, there will be news of the Beixuan secret treasure, and countless grievances will be recreated."
Chen He hesitated for a while, or asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what if it's true this time?"
Shi Feng looked down at him: "I don't want to take this risk, you are more important than Beixuan Mibao."