The silhouette was none other than Zhu Xuezhu who was at the Dark Night Ghost Market that day.
Feng Qingyang was shocked, and the more he looked at the so-called Mr. He, the more frightened he became.
"How is it possible... Guiyuan City is so far away from the Dark Night Ghost Market. Even if he flies, it will take him a year or two to get back. Could it be that he was teleported here by a disciple of some sect?"
Looking back at the half-burned incense stick, Feng Qingyang forced himself to suppress the restlessness in his heart, put aside all distracting thoughts, and began to quickly stroke the broken pieces of spirit stone in his hand.
There was a cold light flashing on his five fingernails, and every time he cut them, a shrill sound would be heard. Everyone felt irritated, so they used their magic power to cover their ears.
Feng Qing saw the expressions of the crowd and immediately understood the reason. He couldn't help but smile and increased the speed of his hands again. The spirit stone fragments that were originally the size of a walnut were polished into the size of a fingernail.
Finally, when half an incense stick burned out, the thing in his hand had taken shape, but he just held it in his palm. At the same time, He Lao also put down the stone cutter in his hand, and he looked at Feng Qingyang with some complexity.
He looked deep into his palm and revealed a small and exquisite figure. He said, "Her name is Snow Girl!"
"Snow Girl? Xiaozhu?" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. At this moment, his mind collapsed and he snatched the little figure from He Lao's hand in the angry eyes.
The little man had clear lines and a delicate figure, and his facial features were portrayed vividly. If I could not feel the beating of life, I would have thought it was a real person at first glance.
"Red Devil... bring it here!" At this time, Mr. He, whose villain had been robbed, suddenly roared, and then released his own magic power, hitting Feng Qingyang with a bang.
Feng Qingyang groaned, but he did not dodge or evade, still tightly holding the little man in his hand. He looked at He Lao with a complicated look and asked, "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Guess who I am?" As he said this, Mr. He grabbed his face and pulled it, revealing a handsome face.
He looked to be in his twenties, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes. At this moment, he was looking at Feng Qingyang with anger.
"He Tu~Aren't you He Tu, the only disciple of Master He?" Someone in the crowd suddenly called out. Then everyone started talking at once. After hearing the last part, Feng Qingyang finally understood the reason, and also understood why he always looked at him with a gloomy look, and even with murderous intent.
"It turns out that a flood has flushed the Dragon King Temple. Family is fighting against family~" Feng Qingyang shook his head and said inwardly that he was depressed.
It turns out that this so-called stone-cutting master, Mr. He, was a good friend who had gone out to conquer the world with Zhu Youqian, Danyun and others. At that time, he adopted an orphan and named him He Tu.
He Tu and Zhu Youqian's daughter Zhu Xuezhu were childhood sweethearts, but later He Tu continued to venture into the world of cultivation with his master He Lao.
He Tu was a man of great talent, and although he did not pursue spiritual cultivation, he was extremely obsessed with battle formations and divination, even to the point of madness.
It's just that the "Art of Formation" in the world of cultivation has long been lost, and he is unable to practice it properly. He has to take He Tu with him to search everywhere.
After many twists and turns, he finally came to Guiyuan City and became a master of stone cutting. However, Mr. He died of obsession several years ago. In order to prevent his disciple from being harmed by the people in Guiyuan City, Mr. He gave him detailed instructions before his death, allowing him to continue to stay in Guiyuan City in his own appearance.
Guiyuan City is a city that embraces all kinds of people, and the place where people gamble on stones is even more mixed. You never know, someone who knows the art of formation and divination may appear.
He Tu was quite obedient and stayed in Guiyuan City. But not long ago, he heard a piece of news that almost drove him crazy.
The news was none other than the Red Devil Feng Qingyang who was making headlines right now.
After he performed an unparalleled powerful spell in the audition battlefield and killed two thousand early foundation-building cultivators in one fell swoop, his fame had already spread throughout Guiyuan City.
Then, some curious people kept digging out information about him and his background, and finally found out everything about him.
The agreement to destroy Mount Mao within three years, to go to the Endless Sea to obtain the inner elixir of the Dragon King within ten years, the earth-shaking battle in the Dark Night Ghost Market... and so on, were all spread all over the place by gossipers.
In a short while, Feng Qingyang became well-known in Guiyuan City. Although most people had never seen his true face, they had all heard that he had blood-red hair.
This is also the reason why Mr. He has been targeting Feng Qingyang after he came to the gambling stone shop. It was not for any other reason, but just because Zhu Xuezhu was his childhood sweetheart!
After understanding the cause and effect of the matter, Feng Qingyang could only smile helplessly, with guilt and pain clearly in his eyes.
For a long time, Zhu Xuezhu has been a forbidden place in his heart. He dared not think about it. He suppressed it deeply in his heart. His greatest wish was to wait until he became strong enough to revive her.
But the little man with his fingers clenched at this moment, although carved by someone else, still reminded him of his sad past. Unconsciously, the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.
At this moment, his other arm was suddenly hugged by someone, and the strange movement of his body brought him back to reality from his memories.
Qian Duoduo was looking at him with concern, although she still looked indifferent. Feng Qingyang was moved. He and Qian Duoduo had a very beautiful relationship.
That night when he came back from "No. 8 Tianzi", he happened to save Qian Duoduo who was poisoned by the mihuan drug. Although he did nothing, it is undeniable that he saw everything he should have seen...
This is also the reason why Qian Duoduo helped him so much. Feng Qingyang knew in his heart what kind of delicate heart this little girl who was only eighteen years old had.
So he turned his head away, not looking at He Tu's angry eyes, and returned the villain to He Tu and said, "We'll talk about our business later!"
As he said this, he turned around and took out the beautiful piece of spirit stone in his hand. He had polished the piece into the shape of bricks and stones in the city before.
The eighty-nine perfect facets reflected colorful light in the sun. As soon as the fragment appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of countless female cultivators present. They all looked eagerly at the spirit stone fragment in Feng Qingyang's hand.
The ring in his hand flashed, and a piece of unused ten thousand year cold iron flew out. He exerted force on his body, and within a few breaths, he forced it into a thin chain. At one end of the chain was a feather-like interface of medium size.
He looked at the broken spiritual stone in his hand, fixed it tightly on the gap of the feather, handed it to Qian Duoduo and said: "Bricks and stones are eternal, and one will be passed down forever - this 'Snow Star' is for you!"
At this moment, the surroundings were relatively quiet. Everyone was staring blankly at Feng Qingyang and He Tu. They only felt that too many unforgettable things had happened today. When they understood the relationship between Feng Qingyang and He Tu, they sighed that things in the world are impermanent...
"Red Devil... follow me!" After Feng Qingyang put the 'Snow Star' on Qian Duoduo's neck, He Tu's angry roar finally came from behind.