In the suburbs of Beijing, there are many other courtyards established by imperial officials, and the appearance of this mansion is not unusual.
The high courtyard wall, the plum tree with branches, and the tall shadow wall are painted with flapping cranes.
Behind the shadow wall, there is no verandah, but a rockery with mountains and peaks, full of moss, flowers and trees, and ordinary people can't get around without half an hour's work. This is the only formation in the mansion, which is used to stop people who want to break in from the main entrance for some reason.
As for the thief or killer who jumped over the wall foolishly, that is, there is no life but no dead body.
Here lived the magic cultivator of a mansion, even the old man who burned the fire and chopped wood in the kitchen, and the lame man who fed the fodder in the stable.
In a row of cages hanging under the corridor, all kinds of brightly colored birds squatted. They rested with their wings drooping. Occasionally, when they raised their heads, their eyes showed fierce light. They were obviously demon birds with cultivation.
The cold wind blew, and the snowflakes filled the heaven and earth as dense as catkins.
A big bird with white claws and blue feathers suddenly opened its eyes, and glanced at the right side of the corridor in doubt - as if a shadow flashed by.
It tried to distinguish carefully, but there was no trace.
Eagle Falcon Haidongqing, Jindan stage can be close to the eyesight of a cultivator in the God Transformation stage, it is very sure that it was not an illusion just now, and someone did break into the mansion. Such a daring person has not been seen for hundreds of years, and he may be the enemy of Venerable Huanjian.
Costin folded his wings and buried his head to pretend to sleep.
It is a demon cultivator, and it is also a gift from Venerable Huanjian sent by the devil to please him. It is kept in the mansion for the owner's amusement. When Venerable Huanjian is in a good mood, he will feed them a few elixir, and they don't even have anything to eat on weekdays! !
Demon cultivators are naturally murderous, even if they have the ability to inediate, not eating flesh and blood is simply cruelty!
Let's fight, let's make trouble, it's better to turn the mansion upside down - Hai Dongqing secretly looked forward to it.
Silent night snow.
Shi Feng walked through half the mansion safe and sound to the backyard where Venerable Huanjian lived alone. He passed by, not to mention leaving a breath, and even the air flow was not disturbed at all, so the magic cultivators in the house would not notice.
Exploring the mansion of the cultivator has always been the most troublesome. You can neither follow the maids who deliver the meals (you don’t need to eat), nor can you knock someone unconscious and ask the treasure house (only Venerable Huanjian knows it), as for cleaning the backyard waiting for dispatch. The servant, Shi Feng guessed that it was a puppet without even looking at it.
The puppets are driven by the spiritual power instilled by the master. Although their strength is not worth mentioning, if they are discovered by them, it means that the master here also knows.
The lake is frozen with a thin layer of ice, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.
In the pavilion by the lake, a bright light suddenly appeared, spread on the lake, reflecting the crystal ice cubes, overflowing with light, as if a lantern was greeted.
Shi Feng was not surprised.
Knowing that Venerable Huanjian didn't go out, he was ready to grab it directly.
- If Venerable Huanjian couldn't even find out that his own house was broken into, the number one master of the magic way would be nothing more than a false name.
The red robe swept out of Merlin, and in a moment of light and shadow, he was already standing in front of the water pavilion.
The cyan curtain hanging on the ground does not move, and shining brightly on the lake is a golden furnace inlaid with Jiaozhu.
Legend has it that in ancient times, dragons were infested. Jiao is born for thousands of years, and its bones and bones are cracked, and twelve pearls can be obtained, which are bright and splendid, like stars.
This one thing alone is enough for most people in the cultivation world to be dumbfounded, and their wealth is so rich that they can't catch up with Yujian.
Shi Feng flicked his sleeves from a distance, and the curtain was rolled up, revealing a strangely decorated screen in the pavilion.
The room was pitch-dark, and only candles were lit behind the screen, which was made of paper and painted with a few brush strokes of mist from the distant mountains.
With a creaking sound, two painted shadow puppets slowly emerged from behind the paper screen. Their hands and feet were connected to poles. They were close to the screen and flexibly held hands with each other. They were lifelike under the candlelight.
There was no music, just the two dummies started talking decently.
"Master Mo from the East Village found that there was an uninvited guest from the Zheng family in the West Village. Do you think Master Mo would be happy?"
"Oh, what is there to be happy about? The Zheng family looks down on the Mo family, and they can't do anything about the Mo family. Neither of them are good things, and neither one is richer than the other! Come here late at night, with ulterior motives!"
The shadow puppet on the left has kind eyes, raised his head and made a laugh: "You don't know that, the people from the Zheng family are very wary of him, slandering him as a member of the Mo family."
The shadow puppet on the right has a fierce face, and it raised its arm to support its head: "Is there such a thing?"
"A person with skills can make money anywhere. The Zheng family is a rare genius."
"Master Mo wants to win him over?" The manipulated shadow puppet said sneakily, covering his mouth, "As soon as Master Mo is happy, we will benefit."
In the cold night, the water pavilion was empty, and it was supposed to be the place where Venerable Huanjian lived, but it was strangely performing a shadow puppet show.
However, Shi Feng didn't care at all, and continued to watch the play by standing there with his hands behind his back.
The shadow puppet manipulated by the bamboo stick slapped "the other person" on the head and scolded: "Who said that Mr. Mo is very happy?"
"Hey, how do you say this?" The shadow puppet flattered.
"Master Mo has wanted to go to the city for a long time, and he wants to go to the city all his life!"
The shadow puppet threw his sleeves angrily: "Look at what you said, who doesn't know! Who doesn't want to go to the city in the East Village and West Village? It's good to be in the city!"
"That's right, the Mo family can't get the road and can't get the city! This person from the Zheng family is very hopeful to get the road tonight, and the result! He went to the Heiyuan Valley where the rogues from our two villages lived. , I don't want to make progress! You say, a Master Mo who can't enter the city, is not particularly angry when he sees a Zheng family who can enter the city but doesn't go in?"
"Not bad at all!"
Shi Feng let out a light cough.
This sound was like a bangzi in a play, and the two shadow puppets swayed and turned around at the same time, like staring at Shi Feng outside the screen.
Facing this strange and terrifying scene, Shi Feng still asked indifferently, "Dare to ask, the two of you have entered the city?"
"Now the city gate is not allowed to enter, and if we have entered the city, why would we stay here?" The shadow puppet replied angrily, and the line holding its arm was stretched.
"That's right, we knew the city was good when people from the city came out. Who knows if the city is good now?" Shi Feng said casually, "Furthermore, if I were Mr. Mo, I would only be happier when I saw that others couldn't enter the city. Could it be that if I take the road guide wholeheartedly and go into the city easily, he will be happy?"
"… "
The two shadow puppets paused, then raised their hands to signal: "Please come in."
Then he slid down the paper screen, leaving only flickering candlelight.
Shi Feng walked slowly, he had already seen it, and there were no organs in this pavilion. Formation talismans are good at the Beixuan faction, and if there is any difference, they will not be able to hide from Shi Feng's consciousness.
There is only the back of the paper screen in the water pavilion, which cannot be detected by divine sense. There is no doubt that it is—
Shi Feng went around the paper screen and descended three steps, just enough to allow the shadow puppeteer to hide under it from the light.
An exquisite shadow puppet was lying on the last step, the bamboo poles and lines were neatly stroked, and a man in a black cloak and a ghost mask sat beside him.
- This is of course Venerable Huanjian.
Although Shi Feng did not expect that the first master of the magic way also likes to play shadow puppets.
There is no magic, not a puppet, just like a mortal to move a bamboo pole and manipulate it with his fingers.
The Mo family is the magic cultivator, and the Zheng family is of course the righteous path. Lu Yin, entering the city or something, of course, refers to soaring. The rogues of the two villages lived in Heiyuan Valley, which is really a description.
"Beixuan Shifeng, come to visit the Venerable, this time I have a ruthless request."
"If I don't give it, you are ready to grab it." Venerable Huanjian nodded and added to Shi Feng.
The voice was slightly hoarse, completely different from the two voices of the protagonists of the shadow play before.
Venerable Huanjian is the first master of the magic way, but he lives in a secluded place. Just like all of Shi Feng's enemies are dead, no one alive knows the secret of Venerable Huanjian.
To be more precise, the people who asked Venerable Huanjian to use the sword were all dead.
— This Venerable Demon has no opponents and no friends.
"Shi Feng has nothing in his body, so he was willing to take out some things to make up for the loss of the Venerable, but after seeing the Jiaozhu Golden Furnace, I immediately dismissed this idea."
Venerable Huanjian is so rich in the world, Shi Feng simply avoided the exchange of this route, and directly grabbed it.
"It seems that you want something that I will never give." Venerable Huanjian slowly stood up from the futon.
"His Holiness has a sword."
"Obviously."
"I want the bead inlaid on the sword, the Mirage Bead of the South China Sea."
Venerable Huanjian was shocked, obviously this request was beyond his expectations.
"Mirage beads? I thought you were here to ask for the Beixuan secret treasure!"
This time it was Shi Feng's turn to shrink his pupils, he suddenly smiled and said: "Your Excellency will return to the Mobei Wasteland in a few days. For three months, the news that there is no Beixuan secret treasure in the cultivation world has come out. It seems that this secret treasure is worthless. Otherwise, if you have the secret treasure, why wouldn't Liang Qianshan not spread it?"
"Why didn't Liang Qianshan get the secret treasure?" Venerable Huanjian sighed, "My heart is better than his, and it won't be known to everyone when I get home, and the Daxue Mountain will be disturbed. At most, I will only find one On a sunny day, let his head not be on his neck."
Shi Feng raised his eyebrows with his hands behind his back, "Is it possible that Liang Qianshan obtained the secret treasure?"
"Haha, that's right." Venerable Huanjian sneered, "With this seat here, with his junior, he dares to delusion."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Shi Feng again, and couldn't help but sighed again: "When I saw you, I just wanted to understand why the rumors in the real world that you have fallen into demons are not true, the way of magic has been adjusted to zero, and there has been no talent for hundreds of years. old age."
Shi Feng did not answer.
He himself is in the Mahayana period. Of course, he knows that the cultivation bases of the Mahayana practitioners are very different.
The Daxue Mountain master Liang Qianshan is only the cultivation base of the early stage of the Mahayana period, and Shi Feng is the middle stage. Before he came here today, he thought that the first master of the magic path, Venerable Huanjian, who had lived for 800 years, was in the high realm of the Mahayana period, but his aura induction far exceeded that of the head of the Gathering Sect, who was also in the high realm of the Mahayana period. This kind of incomprehensible and unfathomable, among the people Shi Feng has seen so far, only Heiyuan Valley Master can compare with him.
Venerable Huanjian suddenly said: "Why do you think that the secret treasure is worthless, maybe the news of the Beixuan secret treasure this time is also false. Finding a fake treasure is not a long-faced thing, Liang Qianshan is self-sufficient. I won't mention it again."
"It doesn't matter if the treasure is true or false, even if it's a fake treasure, he can tell you to take it, as long as the world believes it, that's it."
"Hahaha!"
Venerable Huanjian flipped his hand and took out a red box, pushed it between the two of them, and held the box with invisible strength, floating in the air.
The box is made of wood, a very solid wood. In ancient times, cultivators used it to build houses. It was impermeable to spiritual energy. It had no other purpose except for being durable and suitable for storing things.
Shi Feng was not in a hurry to reach out to take the box.
"The venerable one is blind, and he must have been tempted by the Beixuan secret treasure. If my Beixuan faction really has this treasure, why would it gradually decline, and even be driven out of the Central Plains three thousand years ago?"
Treasures certainly once existed.
The spoils of the cataclysm, the inheritance of various sects, and the magic pills...
"I'm also like everyone else. I thought that a certain generation of Beixuan sect headmaster died suddenly, and I didn't have time to tell the secret. So that the Beixuan sect didn't know where the treasure was, and it gradually declined."
Shi Feng slowly stretched out his hand and caught the box that was neither forbidden nor talisman to block the poison plot, with a cold expression: "Later I thought, maybe I sent my ancestors to let it go where it should go."
With a flick of a finger, the box was opened, revealing a pile of jade tokens inside, some glowing slightly, some dimly gray and black.
Picking up a piece, it was written in ancient characters: "My faction is adjusted to zero, and I entrust the inheritance of Beixuan. Canglan disciples, don't forget this kindness. The seventh-generation island owner of Canglan Island in the East China Sea is a masterpiece."
The glowing jade plaque below reads, "The sect is cut off, the heavens are catastrophic, I am an extraordinary person, I can't stay in the world, I entrust the inheritance of Beixuan, I hope my younger generation, don't forget it. The Kunlun faction ascended Han Songxian."
The Beixuan faction kept its promise and spent thousands of years finding all the inheritances, leaving only the jade plaque that was agreed at the beginning, locked in the box.
This is cause and effect, and it is also the favor owed by many sect immortals.
This is the Beixuan Secret Treasure.
- Don't forget, don't forget, five thousand years later, even if you take it out, who will believe it? Who would believe it if only this thing was said
- Don't forget this kindness, to this day, the vicissitudes of life, Shi Feng of Beixuan, and Canglan Island of the Kunlun School have long since disappeared.
Beixuan secret treasure, buried forever.
The author has something to say: Treasure's correct answer: a box of thank you notes.