"Shi Feng is really crazy..."
The old man with long eyebrows walked around the house holding his beard and muttered in pain, "How could he say such a thing directly in front of Chen He, and he is not afraid of teaching bad children!"
He muttered loudly. The house was so big, and of course Chen He, who lived next door, could hear it clearly.
In Yuzhou City, the snow is blowing in the sky, and the sound of firecrackers is one after another. Every household in the Thirteenth Square of Xicheng is very lively. Only in this yard, the maids and servants pretending to be puppets are falsely responding and posting Spring Festival couplets at the front door. Red lanterns are also hung under the eaves. But silent as ice.
There are still bowls and chopsticks on the stone table, and the remaining soup has long lost its temperature.
Chen He watched Shi Feng leave. Before the senior left, he asked him about the Mirage Pearl's situation in the Zi Mansion, and he taught him a few new tricks of psychic skills. Finally, he put the new year's clothes on Chen He. bed.
Shi Feng said he would be back in ten days.
—Once a cultivator enters the stage of forming a pill, it will be a year in casual retreat, so what does ten days count
"Why don't you let the old man take Chen He back to Heiyuan Valley, it's the safest place!" The old man with long eyebrows was still muttering.
"Because of the Beixuan Secret Treasure."
Chen He sat upright with his back straight. He heard his voice calm and unwavering. The emotion of worrying about his brother's departure seemed to be cut off, and the silence was buried deep.
"Uh?"
The old man with long eyebrows paused.
Although the yard with two entrances is not big, apart from the side of the main room, there is still room in the backyard for Daoist Changmei. Even though the lighting position is a little off, Daoist Changmei doesn't care. At this moment, he looks at Chen He next door and pushes open the door. walk out.
Compared to when he was in Heiyuan Valley, the young man was a little taller, with his long hair neatly combed, and when he stepped out of the threshold, his steps were calm and his eyes were firm and cold. At first glance, the old man with long eyebrows seemed to have found it in Chen He. Shi Feng's shadow.
In the past, the dumpling dressed like a ball had a fragrant smell of meat buns on his mouth and hands. He was frightened by the story of his senior brother being a fox demon.
The old man with long eyebrows shook his head regretfully.
Chen He walked into the courtyard, raised his head and stared at the old man with long eyebrows and asked, "Can you tell me about the Beixuan School?"
"Well, this one!"
Lao Dao felt that he was idle anyway, so he walked out of the room with the whisk and said casually: "The Bei Xuan School is probably the oldest school in the cultivation world, at least tens of thousands of years. Because the books of the school were burnt, how many years? Generation, it's not clear."
He said while observing Chen He's expression.
When he found that the latter didn't look surprised and angry at all, he was still standing steadily, and his breath was not disturbed, the old man with long eyebrows touched his beard without feeling relieved.
The cause and effect of the Beixuan faction and the entire cultivation world are too deep to be explained or explained.
How many tragedies have become a thing of the past, and if you chase down to the underworld, you will not be able to find an enemy.
"Eight thousand years ago, there was a catastrophe in the cultivation world. The Northern Profound Sect and the Nanhe Sect were the two most prosperous sects in the world at that time. There were many small sects attached to them, and there were countless monsters and ghosts..."
"monster?"
"Ah, I forgot to tell you. In the ancient times, many practitioners were not clearly distinguished. There were also disciples from the demon clan and demon cultivators in the Beixuan faction."
"Isn't the magic cultivator unable to soar?"
"In ancient times, it was possible." The old man with long eyebrows nodded and said, "It's just that the probability is the least, and it can't be compared to the number of ascension of the demon cultivator. My generation of orthodox cultivators, ascension is the most secure. After the catastrophe, cultivating The world declines, that kind of sect has risen, the prosperity of the family's cultivation is no longer seen, and the inheritance of the world is broken.
How many dynasties have changed in the world, vicissitudes of life.
"My master... has the Taoist master seen it?"
"Nan Hongzi? Ah, of course, Nan Hongzi entered Taoism by martial arts, and there are still legends about him in the world. He was a victorious general in the frontier five hundred years ago, and Xirong Beidi was terrified."
The old man with long eyebrows stroked his beard and sighed, "But things in the world are probably like this. The king was in a daze, and his power was high, and he kept him in the heavenly prison for 30 years. After the emperor died, no one thought of him, but when he arrived In the prison, I saw a man whose beard and hair were so covered that he couldn't even see his face, laughed three times, shattered the chains, and walked away.
There is no cultivation practice in the realm of self-cultivation, and there is no guidance. He sits in prison, realizes the Tao through martial arts, forms a golden elixir, and abandons the world to become a monk. Nan Hongzi is a legend in the cultivation world for thousands of years. "
- Such an amazing Nan Hongzi, how did the master of him and his brother die? Chen He's words were stuck in his throat, but he didn't ask at last.
The old man with long eyebrows was immersed in his memories, shaking his head and said: "A cultivator of Jindan stage is very difficult to find a sect. Many sects and exercises are not suitable for him, and finally he went to the Beixuan sect."
The Beixuan School’s mental method has always been regarded as the best-understood, yet the most difficult to practice. A person can practice the exercises of the Jindan stage.
The general outline of the Beixuan School is in one sentence: spring is born and summer is long, autumn is harvested and winter is stored. This is the scripture of the Dao.
- Go with the weather and do what you have to do.
As for the time of the day, many people understand the law of the Tao of Heaven, but Chen He thinks that this means don't be picky about the environment. If you can find the "Dao" in any environment and know what you should do, you are afraid that your cultivation will not increase.
"Well, if it is this experience, Master is indeed very suitable for the Northern Profound Sect." After Chen He finished speaking, he found that what he said was a bit strange, especially not very respectful, so he quickly shut up.
Daoist Changmei didn't know the true meaning of Beixuan's mind, and he didn't know what he was referring to. He only said with regret: "Although Nan Hongzi is a monk, he has a strong temperament and died too early...hey."
Chen He listened silently.
Lao Dao suddenly woke up, coughed dryly, and said with a little embarrassment: "Chen He, there are many things about your teacher's sect, only your senior brother can explain it clearly, and Pin Dao doesn't know much about it. Pin Dao thought about it just now, I think that being a Venerable Demon Dao must have been said by Shi Feng, you don't have to worry about him..."
"No." Chen He shook his head solemnly.
"… "
Long eyebrows and foreheads: How can the poor forget that this doll is not easy to cheat since the age of ten!
"Three months ago, we heard the news that Beixuan Secret Treasure was about to be born. Senior brother brought me to Yuzhou. He didn't go back to Heiyuan Valley. He said that he didn't seem to bring trouble back." Chen He raised his head seriously, "I Although I don’t know the value of the treasures from 8,000 years ago, there have been too many disputes over the Beixuan secret treasures in the cultivation world over the years, and maybe some people don’t want the treasures, but they never want their opponents to get them.”
That's right, that's what the Holo School is like. The old man with long eyebrows coughed awkwardly.
"There are also people who died to rob treasures before, their relatives, and they don't want them to die in vain."
"this…"
"Hiding whereabouts is a good way." Chen He raised his head, his tone was calm and calm, "A better way than this is to let others cast their arms and not dare to provoke them."
The Daxueshan priest released news that Venerable Huanjian and Shi Feng were fighting for the Beixuan Secret Treasure, and that some of Venerable Huanjian’s subordinates were quietly adding to the flames. Are people in the cultivation world willing to trouble Venerable Huanjian or find Shi Feng? Feng
The greatest advantage of the Demon Lord is power.
It is too late to cultivate power by yourself, so you can only grab it. Of the six great sages of magic repair, aside from Venerable Huanjian, Shi Feng still has five targets to choose from.
"Senior brother said that no matter how big the trouble is, he will solve it... This is the solution he thought of. The Bei Xuan secret treasure actually existed for 8,000 years. Why did someone break into the Bei Xuan faction to search three thousand years ago? Bei Xuan is on the decline, and in the past five thousand years, no one dared to actually do it, and no one dared to actually do it for the past five thousand years?"
The old man with long eyebrows was dumbfounded.
Why else, the thin and dead camel is bigger than the horse, and who wants to risk the world and run to find treasures without waiting for the true decline of the Beixuan faction
In fact, Chen He didn't say a word: the person in the cultivation world was actually looking for Shi Feng. Apart from the people from Daxueshan, not many people knew about Chen He, and Liang Qianshan also regarded Chen He as Shi Feng's apprentice.
"Look at what Shi Feng did!" Daoist Changmei paused again and again, "He forbids Pindao to tell the story that the White Bone Gate was attacked by the Gorefiend the day before yesterday, but he tells the plan in front of you, this is not Only other state officials are allowed to set fires, and poor roads are not allowed to light up!"
—Because Senior Brother knew from the time you slipped your tongue that things couldn’t be hidden from me.
Chen He silently moved his eyes away, unable to say whether he was happy or sad.
"The news of the treasure is spreading, and the world of comprehension is shaking, but there is still room for recovery! As long as you go back to Heiyuan Valley and squat, we will release the news that the Beixuan secret treasure is in the hands of Venerable Huanjian. Let them find it. The No. 1 master of the magic road, drink tea and chat!"
Chen He thought for a long time and suddenly turned around.
"Hey, where are you going?" The old man with long eyebrows quickly followed.
Just kidding, Shi Feng entrusted him to take care of Chen He before he left. If something happened, Changmei would be ashamed to go back.
Chen He walked around the house twice, and finally came to the main room. Finally, he found the pile of New Year's festival supplies. In front of the candlestick, there was a red box.
He didn't buy it, and the brother didn't have such a thing at home before he came back with the mirage beads.
Gently opening the box, Chen He glanced at it, and then closed it again.
"Chen He?"
"Venerable Huanjian won't carry this black cauldron." Chen He walked out of the main room with a sullen face, turned his head and said lightly, "By the way, Daoist, tap lightly when you take the box, you may have Beixuan Secret Treasure in your hand."
"what?"
The long-brow Taoist roared and threw the whisk away. Holding the box, he almost shrunk to the bottom of the table. He reflexively shot out a series of talismans. He was about to turn around and scold Chen He for being too casual. When he found that Chen He was gone, he lowered his head and carefully opened a slit in the box lid and put his eyes on it.
"… "
A few days later, in the Heiyuan Valley far away at Motian Cliff, he received a call. Daoist Changmei claimed that he had suffered the biggest shock in the seven hundred years of Shouyuan, and even his soul was not well.
***
The north wind blew away Chen He's messy thoughts. He threw the box to the old man with long eyebrows, added a trick to himself at will, and left the house.
All kinds of stagnant emotions lingered in his chest, the streets were empty, Chen He stepped on the ground of firecrackers, he could only see the servants cleaning the house, and vaguely heard the laughter inside the courtyard wall.
When I walked out of the Thirteenth Square in Xicheng, all the shops were closed, the flags were put away, the restaurants and teahouses were all closed, and only a few inns were still open. It was also deserted, not so desolate.
"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling in the first month of the first month predicts the safety of the coming year!"
An old Taoist priest with a hunched back stood in front of the inn to solicit business.
"Let's go, let's go! Don't say auspicious words for this New Year's Eve!" The inn clerk came out impatiently to drive him away.
"In this windy and snowy day, the poor Daoist is begging for a living!" The old Daoist begged, dragging the banner with the gossip drawn.
"You! You bull nose, you can't change your title if you are a big New Year's Eve, what a poor poor... ah!" The man couldn't help but say, and forcibly pushed the old fortune-teller out.
The Taoist left angrily, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Chen He.
"you-"
Chen He frowned, he cast a blindfold on himself! Those who notice him are cultivators!
Taking a closer look, the corners of Chen He's mouth twitched a bit. The other party also used a blindfold method, and he was still an advanced type. He forced himself to look like an old man with white hair and beard. In fact, he had a young round face with shocking eyes. round!
"Daoist, auspicious New Year's Day."
The Taoist fortune-teller vigilantly stepped back three steps, and pushed his palms forward in a defensive posture, "What do you want to do? Fighting with puppets is not a hero!"
Chen He was a little funny, but held back.
Although he went home afterwards and wrote down the story of the strange Taoist, and reluctantly sketched a portrait, it was still a little difficult to draw this guy's appearance vividly.
The other party is good, confess directly, save trouble!
Chen He deliberately said with a stern face: "I don't know the Taoist priest at all. Why does the Taoist know that I have a puppet?"
The Taoist was stunned for a moment, his expression blue and white.
Chen He didn't know that when his face was expressionless, he was more like the arrogant, cold and dust-free Demon Venerable from the Taoist priest's previous life. Just one face brought back many bad memories of the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest is really about to regret it: Chen He is not stupid this time, but how did he forget that Venerable Li Yan still has the problem of obsession and memory confusion? Without the mirage beads, with the cultivation base that this devil can't achieve now, he has long forgotten who he is! I also took the initiative to send, send, go to the door!
The Taoist priest was inexplicably sad.
"It's nothing, we meet by chance, and the poor man admits the wrong person, so I'm leaving!"
"It seems that the Taoist priest failed to catch the monster to sell it for money last time, so he was so poor..." Chen He narrowed his eyes.
"If it wasn't for you to block the poor way and delay the time—" the Taoist priest's voice stopped abruptly, his face even more ugly, "Chen He, you dare to play the poor way?"
"How dare I, I still don't know the long method?"
"We'll get to know each other in the future!" The Taoist priest held the banner and ran without looking back.
Want to run
A sneer flashed in Chen He's eyes. If you want to run, it depends on whether he answers or not.