Naturally, there was no sign of Su Baiyi downstairs of Qingge Tower. Nangong Xier thought she had misheard and turned her head back.
Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun downstairs were both shocked, thinking that their whereabouts had been discovered by their senior sister. Feng Zuojun whispered, "Should we buy a mask or something?"
As Feng Zuojun finished saying this, Xie Yuling looked up and saw a peddler carrying a rack of masks walking past the entrance of Qingge Tower. The peddler was wearing a bronze mask and smiled at them.
The businessman was wearing a mask, and his expression underneath the mask should have been invisible, but Xie Yuling could clearly sense the businessman's smile.
"Gentlemen, would you like to buy some masks?" the merchant asked.
Feng Zuojun put down his wine glass and said, "This is really weird. I just said I wanted to buy a mask and someone selling masks came to my door. What masks do you have?"
The merchant put the shelf on the ground. The masks hanging on it shook and collided, making crisp sounds. He took out a black monster mask from it. The face of the mask was puffy, as if it was angry. "This one suits you, young master."
Feng Zuojun took the mask, looked at it left and right, but couldn't see where it fit. "This mask has a puffy face, as if it is angry. It doesn't suit me. It should suit Xie Yuling."
"This is the mask of the God of Wind." The merchant explained, "The bulging in his mouth is because it contains wind. If the wind blows out, it will soar thousands of miles and level the earth thousands of miles away!"
"Wind God?" Feng Zuojun was stunned. "What about him? What is suitable for him?"
The merchant glanced at Xie Yuling and took out a pure white mask from the shelf: "I think this one is suitable."
Feng Zuojun took it over: "What kind of god is this?"
“This is not a god,” the businessman shook his head.
"Then what is this?" Feng Zuojun flipped through it but couldn't figure out what it was, so he just threw it to Xie Yuling.
"This is nothing. This mask is called Kong." The businessman looked at Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling put the mask on his face loosely: "Empty?" When he put the mask down again and wanted to ask something, the traveling merchant had disappeared.
"You don't charge money?" Feng Zuojun frowned, then glanced at the table and found that the wine jug on the table was gone. He shook his head and said, "So you exchanged wine for the mask. This mask is too expensive."
Xie Yuling said faintly: "This person is not simple."
"The Heroes Conference is here, and there are naturally many extraordinary people like this. Now that we have finished drinking, Feng Zuojun put the Wind God mask on his face and said, "Let's go."
In the inn opposite Qingge Tower, Su Jian pushed Su Baiyi out. Su Baiyi felt that the consciousness that had been suppressed for a long time finally woke up, and hurriedly called out: "Senior Sister! Where is Senior Sister?"
"Senior Sister is right there." Su Jian gently pushed out his palm and opened the window. "She is very close to you, but you can't go. Are you angry?"
"Angry." Su Baiyi reached out and touched the brocade bag on his waist. The pill there was not taken away by Su Jian. He thought Su Jian had no ill intentions before, so he never thought about taking the pill and having a life-and-death battle. But at this moment, his senior sister was downstairs, but he couldn't see her. This hatred forced him to make a choice.
"Do you think it's a good time to meet her now?" Su Jian smiled and turned to look out the window. "If I let you go today and you meet him, there will definitely be a battle in Qingge Tower."
Outside the window, on the roof of Qingge Tower, there was a man in a white robe standing. His clothes were fluttering in the wind, and the flying dragon painted on his clothes was swaying in the wind, as if it was about to take off at any time. The man looked into the house and bowed his head slightly towards Su Jian.
"It seems that during the time I was in the Nether Prison, many masters emerged in the martial arts world." Su Jian said dimly, "I have never met this person, but the aura on his body is very similar to Bai Jile."
"Bai Long, the second owner of Fu Sheng Zuimeng Tower." Su Baiyi recognized the person outside the window.
"Your appearance has changed, he can't recognize you." Su Jian whispered, "But if you recognize your sister, he will take action."
"You are a dignified Demon Lord. How can you be afraid of such a young man?" Su Baiyi said deliberately, "No matter how powerful he is, he is no match for you."
"Boy, I'm not here to fight. What's more, even if I beat him, I will pay a heavy price. Then Wang Yi and Priest Xue will be difficult to deal with." Su Jian said in a deep voice.
Bai Long finally bowed his head slightly to Su Jian, then turned and jumped away. Bai He jumped from the eaves on the other side and came to his side: "No?"
"That young man is not Su Baiyi." Bai Long replied, "It's just that the old man's identity is a little strange."
"Could it be Priest Xue?" Bai He turned around curiously.
"It shouldn't be." Bai Long shook his head and said, "Let's wait and see. But considering Nangong Xier's personality, she is willing to participate in this Heroes Conference. I believe Su Baiyi will also appear in Xuanwei City."
In the room, Su Baiyi finally gave up the idea of going down to meet his senior sister and lay down obediently.
"You said that these people were chasing you for the Immortal Book you carried?" Su Jian asked, "But Bai Jile's martial arts are much stronger than yours. If the Immortal Book was really that useful, would you have been beaten like that that day?"
"Yes." Su Baiyi nodded, "I don't understand why Master passed this martial art to me. This martial art didn't make me a peerless master."
"Yes, why do so many people want to snatch a martial art that doesn't make you a peerless master?" Su Jian said meaningfully.
"I have always had a guess." Su Baiyi frowned and said, "What they want to steal is not this martial art, but me. Or in other words, me who has practiced the Immortal Book?"
"It seems to be correct." Su Jian nodded.
Su Baiyi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"The four great families guard the four directions. Each family has a guardian every hundred years, and the Lu family in the south has always had only one guardian. Every hundred years, the Lu family will select a disciple with innate talent to train a body of an immortal. In the end, the guardian will use the Lu family's unique skills to take away this person's body and then take on the job of guarding the south." Su Jian recalled everything he saw on the wall of the secret room, "But something is wrong."
Su Baiyi reacted suddenly: "But I am the heir of the Su family, not the heir of the Lu family."
Su Jian nodded and said, "Yes, if he chooses you, then your surname should be Lu!"
"Lu Xuanshui, he said he was my uncle." Su Baiyi remembered.
"So your mother is from the Lu family?" Su Jian asked in confusion.
"That's not right. My mother is Su Dianmo. Wait..." Su Baiyi thought of a possibility, "Could it be that my father is Su Han and my mother is from the Lu family?"