Chapter 122: The Remnants of Quan XingUnder the young man's extremely surprised eyes, Jiang Mo clearly said: "Yes, you must hide it well, it can be used at the critical moment." "Xuanchuan understands. Thank you for your gift." The talisman paper was plain, but it gave Gu Xuanchuan an inexplicable mysterious aura that made him feel safe. The means of teleportation popular in southern Xinjiang, such as magic arrays, escape techniques, secret poisons, etc., are all precious items, but this is the first time he has seen talisman paper that can achieve a similar effect. "It's getting late. Cheng Zhen, Zhuge, quickly go and arrange two bedrooms for the guests of Qiangu Cave to rest." Jiang Mo also felt tired. It was not easy to make the talisman, and it consumed countless of his innate Qi. Even though he could absorb the natural Qi from the free heaven and earth for replenishment, he still needed time to recover. Cheng Zhen nodded slightly, gently pushed the girl's shoulder to wake her up, then turned to look at Gu Xuanchuan and said: "You two, today's work is over. Please follow me and go to the bedroom to rest." "Then it'll be hard work." Gu Xuanchuan pulled up his half-asleep sister, who rubbed her eyes and walked unsteadily. Before leaving, she did not forget to give the Shunfeng Gu to Jiang Mo.
"Master Jiang Jiang, I will leave Xiao Bai with you for now." "it is good." The white silkworm broke away from its owner's delicate hands, not showing any shyness at all, and curled up in Jiang Mo's palm, slowly falling asleep. “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!!” The footsteps of the four people became farther and farther away until they disappeared into the Sutra Library. Jiang Mo lightly grasped the Shunfeng Gu, jumped over the window, his afterimage disappeared in the cool night, and returned to the bedroom to meditate. That night. Gu Xuanchuan learned from Cheng Zhen about all the recent changes in the Sanyi Sect, especially the monster they were looking for, who was the root of all the evil. Anger rose from the bottom of his heart and was out of control. As the Yin hour was approaching, he activated the 'Shunfeng Gu' he carried with him to get in touch with several elders in the Qiangu Cave. Unlike Gu Qingying's white silkworm, his Shunfeng Gu was as white as blood jade, the size of two fingers, and extremely intelligent. Its dark eyes revealed a strong evil nature. "Tick tock." Gu Xuanchuan bit his index finger, and a cluster of blood fell out to feed the Shunfeng Gu. “Squeak! Squeak!!!” The poisonous insect hummed softly, and three streams of blood qi flowed out from its fat mouth, suspended in the air, gradually vibrating, and an old voice was heard. "Chuan'er, how's it going?" The blood-red light on the right trembled slightly, apparently asking a question on behalf of an elder behind it. "Reporting to Grandfather, Qingying and I have already paid tribute to the head of the Zuo Sect." "The situation in the Central Plains has been intense recently. A fight broke out between Quanxing and Sanyi Sect, where the demon is located. It has now ended." "Grandfather, two elders, please allow me to explain slowly."
After a preliminary review, Gu Xuanchuan explained to the three elders all the fragmentary information he had gathered along the way, as well as the details he had learned after arriving at Trinity Gate. Instantly, a faint sigh echoed in the room. The blood Qi in the middle of the bridge built by Shunfeng Gu sighed: "Quan Xing? That is the evil lair of the Central Plains people. It has always been a disaster for many places and its power is huge. I didn't expect that the junior brother of the Zuo Menzhang could destroy it with his strength. Fortunately." "As for the devil who used the coffin to avoid cause and effect, we will investigate his whereabouts." Gu Xuanchuan knelt on one knee and asked the three elders for instructions: "Should I return to Southern Xinjiang, or stay at Trinity Gate to observe the changes?" "Now that the matter is over and someone is in charge, Xuanchuan, you can stay at Sanyi Gate for a few days before returning." "it is good." Gu Xuanchuan followed the instructions of the three elders. At this time, his Shunfeng Gu seemed unable to bear it and was trembling in pain, and the sound became sharp and piercing. Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang are far apart, and it is not easy to maintain contact. Seeing that the poisonous insect was about to reach its limit, Gu Xuanchuan raised his hand and chanted an ancient spell, and the blood energy in the air dissipated one after another. In southern Xinjiang, a quiet and secluded place deep in the forest. The surrounding area is densely covered with ancient green trees, where a hidden tribe lives. There are nearly a hundred wooden houses of various sizes, and the people are busy working here from dawn to dusk. With children and teenagers chasing and playing, the criss-crossing village paths suddenly became chaotic. On the bank of a rice field watered by a stream, sat a lonely figure. The man seemed to be abandoned by all gods and ghosts, with a sticky aura of decadence looming over him. He hunched his back, lowered his head, and stared at the clear river water. It has been nearly a month since he escaped here, and Li Muxuan's mood has become increasingly depressed. Despite the rescue of the tribal elders, the leader still shows no signs of waking up. In the words of the witchcraft school, it seems that the soul residing in the spirit platform has suffered serious damage and is almost like a living dead. Whether it can wake up depends entirely on God's will. In addition, Li Muxuan was haunted by nightmares every night, in which he would witness with his own eyes the scene of Master Duan being head torn off. Even his blood relatives were not spared. All of them had their heads chopped off and cursed him resentfully. What made him most uncomfortable was that a certain young girl kept asking him about the reason why the sect leader was seriously injured. Later, he learned from Liu Po that it was the sect leader's daughter, Feng Ying. Li Muxuan had the words on his lips several times, but he still felt it was cruel and did not dare to tell Feng Ying. He was trembling with fear in his heart. He would rather die than tell the girl all about his recent experiences. Just when Li Muxuan was feeling melancholy and almost out of breath, a familiar voice sounded from behind him. "Brother Li, why are you here?" It’s Feng Ying’s voice!!! For a moment, Li Muxuan's heartbeat almost stopped in fear. His face changed slightly and he turned back stiffly. The girl who appeared in his sight had eyes like a deep spring, wearing strange clothes, silver jewelry, and two braids. She looked haggard and sad. "Are you secretly crying again?" Feng Ying noticed the tears in Li Muxuan's eyes and asked worriedly: "You seem to be in a bad mental state. How about we go to Uncle Aku to get some medicine?"
"No need" Li Muxuan's voice was hoarse, and out of guilt, he hardly dared to look the girl in the eye. For too many days and nights, Feng Ying stood by the headmaster's stone couch, weeping silently, while he could only stand behind her, regretting his decision. Every second was so torturous and long. "Aying, I'm a little tired. I'll go back first." Li Muxuan guessed the reason why the girl came to see him, but he didn't want to and didn't dare to tell her the truth. He could only say something perfunctory and prepared to leave. When he passed Feng Ying, he was told: "I heard what you asked Liu Po." "I know the secrets she won't tell you, and I can tell you, too." Although Feng Ying did not finish the rest of the sentence, Li Muxuan still hesitated for a while and refused: "Nothing, just curious, I won't ask." "Grandma Liu warned me not to tell you about what's going on outside. If you want to know, go ask her." Finished. Li Muxuan quickened his pace and walked away. He was clearly aware of one fact, that is, he had no self-control at all. Facing Feng Ying's questions alone, he was on the verge of wavering at all times. The girl stopped where she was, feeling mixed emotions, having failed once again. "Ugh" She frowned slightly, feeling powerless. In the mountains, no matter whether it was Grandma Liu, Big Brother Li, or other elders, they were unwilling to tell her any news from the outside world. In a trance, Feng Ying felt that she was no different from the animals imprisoned in the wooden cages. In the south, a coastal city. Wu Gensheng and many other Quanxing masters fell at the hands of the Sanyi Sect. Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing, who had escaped the reckoning, were now walking towards the luxurious villa in front. "Stop, this belongs to Boss Su." A security guard tried to stop him, but before he could finish his words, Jin Feng retorted. "Go tell your boss that his leader is dead. If he doesn't want revenge, we'll leave now." The guard was angry and waved his hands impatiently: "Go away, you stinky beggar, get out of here and don't dirty our land." Seeing that he was unwilling to even report, Jin Feng glanced at Xia Liuqing and signaled to take action. The two ordinary security guards had no time to react when they saw a shadow coming at them and hitting their necks with a knife. They collapsed and fell unconscious one after another. After resolving the obstacle, Xia Liuqing cursed: "Su Huo, that old bastard, has become more capable. Now that he has such a big face, he knows how to enjoy himself." With a "creaky" sound, the heavy black door was pushed open by him. The villa is magnificent, with all kinds of golden nanmu furniture available, and a large number of precious antiques hung in display cabinets on the walls. More than ten servants stood in various corners of the hall, looking at the man and woman who walked in with some surprise.
There was a lively scene not far away. A Mediterranean man with a big belly was entertaining some business friends. They were playing mahjong and talking about business. Those cheongsam socialites, painted with rouge and powder, served these wealthy men carefully. "Boss, an old acquaintance of yours is looking for you." The housekeeper standing next to Su Huo vaguely remembered the appearance of Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing. After seeing them, he immediately reported. "acquaintance?" Su Huo was a little confused. He guessed that the butler was concerned about the guests present and did not dare to say it clearly, so he looked up subconsciously. The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly and he saw Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing walking towards him. Before they could say anything, Su Huo stood up with an apologetic smile and explained to his friends, "Everyone, you guys go ahead and play first. My family is here. Excuse me." After saying that, he patted the dancer who served him. "Play with Boss Zhang and the others first. All your wins and losses will be charged to my account." Then, Su Huo waved to Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing tacitly and walked towards the study on the second floor. "You're here? Old friend, long time no see. I missed you so much." After closing the door, Su Huo sat down on the sofa with his round beer belly and chatted with Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing. "Sit, sit!" "Gulu gulu." He took the initiative to open a bottle of expensive foreign wine to entertain his old friend. "Su Huo, the leader was killed by the people of Sanyi Sect. Will you take revenge or not?" Jin Feng went straight to the point and asked Su Huo for an answer directly. The bald middle-aged man's smile froze on his face, and he slapped his thigh and said in distress: "Revenge? How can I take revenge?!" "I've had enough to pay for what happened back then. Besides, my kung fu is barely comparable to that of a lackey. It's good enough for me to be able to gain a foothold in this small piece of land and enjoy my old age." (End of this chapter)