After a little inquiry, Qingyun quickly found the Xuanzang branch of Xuanji Pavilion in the city.
With a little anxiety and expectation, he once again stepped into the long-lost Xuanzang with a smile on his face.
"Welcome, seniors."
It was not Zhang Qin who greeted Qingyun back then, but a younger male monk.
This person is well-dressed, has a great bearing, and has a cultivation level in the middle to late stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm, which is much better than Zhang Qin back then.
Although his appearance is not very handsome, his small face and small eyes make people feel kind-hearted, and he is very suitable for dealing with others.
"It's polite."
I return to the crane several times, and the old scene is like yesterday.
The overlapping light and shadow will seem to push the blue clouds into the rapid river, but in a trance, it seems to be pulled back by something.
He hurriedly returned the greeting politely, and the man left the counter and led him directly upstairs.
"Senior, please come to the second floor."
"good."
The young master knew that with his cultivation level, the shopping guide would not let him stay among the bulk goods on the first floor. After staying in the more private and spacious upstairs, he finally regained some of his past memories.
"The changes here are not big. Could it be that Xuanji Pavilion was rebuilt according to the plan?"
As thoughts were flooding into my mind, I heard the young shopping guide ask with a smile:
"May I ask, senior, what do you need?"
"Hmm... I want some spiritual materials for alchemy, preferably poisonous ones."
Qingyun thought that Shutong was studying Kirin Purple Qi recently, and he didn't know what to do with it, so he might as well buy some poisonous spiritual materials and give them to him.
"Haha, this request is too broad. If there is no general direction, why don't you follow the junior to the shelves and have a look?"
"This will help you."
"You're too kind."
Although Qingyun looked too young, the shopping guide monk did not dare to show any slightness, especially after vaguely catching a glimpse of the strange-colored gourd and jade medal around his waist. This person's attitude towards Qingyun could be said to have risen to the point of groveling.
"You don't have to be so formal. My name is... Qin Yun. Do you know your brother's surname?"
Intentionally or unintentionally, the young man began to get close to the young man.
"I don't dare. It's really embarrassing for this junior. I'm Zhou Huan, the deacon of Xuanzang who lives here peacefully."
"Zhou Huan..."
The man bowed to answer, but the young man's eyes flashed slightly, but he did not comment.
Follow him to the shelves near the back of the second floor. After taking a closer look, Qingyun found that the placement of various spiritual materials and treasures here seemed much more cluttered than before.
There are not even many people responsible for reception and shopping guides, as if there is a shortage of manpower. Fortunately, this does not affect Qingyun's selection, but it is a little troublesome.
After choosing for a moment, the shopping guide monk named Zhou Huan bowed slightly and asked casually:
"Forgive me for talking too much, junior. May I ask senior Qin Yun, are you the alchemist of Zhijing Cave?"
"Haha, it seems that this jade sign is quite ostentatious."
The young man joked.
"Anyway, senior is being too modest. The disciples of Zhijing Dongtian are the center of attention wherever they go, but this is the first time I have seen a jade plaque with your color."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Qingyun's heart moved.
His jade plaque was originally reddish-brown, but after Mr. Fei arranged to increase his authority, it turned into a mottled color, or a glass-like color formed by mixing black and white, which made it look much better.
In this regard, Qingyun would not explain too much, but asked with a smile:
"Heh, it seems you know a lot about Zhijing Cave Heaven?"
"It's hard to say we know each other well, but Xuanzang and Zhijing Dongtian have trade relations all year round, and they are also considered to be your sect's big customers and suppliers, so this junior has heard about it to some extent."
"I see."
After wandering around carefully, Qingyun first picked a ghost-faced withered vine.
"Senior Qin has good eyesight. This ghost-faced withered vine has a long history and specializes in resolving red poison. However, it is poisonous because it grows in a place full of miasma. It is a top-grade spiritual material for alchemy and medicine. You are really good at picking it!"
"Haha, thank you."
Pulling Zhijing Dongtian's tiger skin, the young man enjoyed the pleasure of being complimented, although Zhou Huan's flattery was a bit false and unnutritious.
After thinking for a while, he took out a middle-grade spiritual stone from his treasure bag and handed it to Zhou Huan.
"Take me to see other places if you can."
What's interesting is that Zhou Huan did not refuse this time, but accepted Qingyun's gift generously, and then took him deeper.
At this time, the young master also started to ask questions:
"By the way, Brother Zhou, I have been to Bai Liancheng before, probably more than ten years ago. The deacon at that time seemed to be an old man named Fan. Why, he was transferred?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Huan, who was leading the way, visibly froze, followed by a long sigh.
"What? What happened?"
"Why does Senior Qin care about Mr. Fan?"
It was obvious that Zhou Huan had deep concerns about this matter. He refused to answer the question and did not move forward.
"You might as well say it bluntly. In fact, when I first came to the treasure land, my cultivation was still relatively low. I had received some favors from Mr. Fan, and I had been thinking of coming to express my gratitude when I had time. I happened to be traveling here recently, so I planned to meet my old friend."
Qingyun said truthfully.
"Hey, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
Zhou Huan shook his head helplessly again, turned around and resumed his journey, while Qingyun followed quietly.
When no one was inside, Zhou Huan asked again:
"Senior Qin's accent sounds like he's not a local, right?"
"Well, I'm from Liangzhou. It doesn't matter. If you can't say it, don't say it. Some things come from the mouth."
Realizing that Zhou Huan was deliberately leading him deeper and that his expression was abnormal, Qingyun shook his head understandingly.
"Hey, it's not that I can't say it, but it's that, hey, I can't explain it!"
After lamenting several times, he and Qingyun continued to choose, while also briefly telling everything that had happened in the past.
It turns out that Zhou Huan was once Fan Lao's beloved disciple. With his talent in appraising spiritual materials, he could take over Fan Lao's job in Bailian City and officially become Xuanzang's disciple after breaking through to the Yuan Hua realm and getting approval from his mentor. Those in power.
But unfortunately, Ling Juedian launched a thunderous and devastating attack on Bai Liancheng more than ten years ago, causing Mr. Fan to be seriously injured in the disaster that year.
Especially after the "Zhizhengtang" group headed by Bai Zhizheng returned to the sect in great glory, the Haiyou Sword Sect began to continuously suppress Xuanzang in Bai Lian City, both covertly and overtly.
Whether it is raising taxes or supporting other businesses, it is obviously a deliberate target, and Mr. Fan himself is attacked by gangsters every now and then.
Not long after, when they went out to pick up goods, several people led by Mr. Fan were intercepted and killed on the way, and the goods were naturally missing.
"They pretended to put out a list to investigate, but in the end they identified a gangster as committing the crime. But isn't this obviously just a thief calling for a thief?"
As he spoke, Zhou Huan's originally wry smile and helpless face suddenly became distorted, his small eyes were filled with hatred, and the fluctuations in spiritual power made the surrounding shelves shake a little.
Seeing this, Qingyun patted his shoulder gently to signal him to calm down.
Fortunately, time has passed, and Zhou Huan quickly adjusted his emotions. Now that he has taken over the position that his master once held, he is very aware of his responsibilities.
"That's all. Senior is just making fun of me and has no basis. I shouldn't have deliberately framed him."
"Yes, if you can have this state of mind, your achievements in the future will be more than this, and Mr. Fan will definitely have a smile on his face."
The young master comforted him and then continued to select spiritual materials.
In the following exchange, Qingyun learned that Zhang Qin, the female shopping guide at that time, also died in that interception, which made him have some speculations.
Then he asked Zhou Huan and Fan in a subtle way if he had offended anyone, but the answer he got was no.
"My master usually attaches great importance to being kind to others and making good friends. Even if there are only a few people with whom he has a slight grudge, how can he say that he is an enemy?"
"Well, indeed, by the way, I remember that Bai Zhizheng, the Bai Sword Immortal, was once the leader of the disciples stationed in Bai Liancheng, and his relationship with Mr. Fan seemed to have always been good. With his character and status, he never gave advice or advice to Haiyou Sword Sect. Is there going to be an investigation afterwards?”
Hearing this, Zhou Huan sighed again, shook his head and said:
"Hey, it's strange to say that not long after Mr. Bai came back, he officially became the successor of the sect leader, and then he was transferred to Haiyou City. I also went to Haiyou City to visit him and wanted to ask him to mediate, but... We were always not allowed to see each other for one reason or another, but in the end I realized it, so I simply suppressed the matter in my heart and took up the burden on Master's shoulders first."
"I see."
Qingyun nodded expressionlessly. At this point, he became more and more certain that Bai Zhizheng must be closely related to this matter.
Because Master Bai is a hero who is willing to buy horse bones with thousands of dollars, what he cares about most is his own reputation and prestige, whether it is sincere or false.
Mr. Fan also has a certain influence and reputation in Bailian City. After his old friend suffered a tragedy, his disciples came to ask for help. Given his personality, he would definitely help.
With his current status, especially his talent that surpasses Dan Lin, the number one young man in Kyushu, he plays an important role in the Haiyou Sword Sect. For him, easing the relationship with Fan Tingji is just a piece of cake.
"Hey, Bai Zhizheng should have given Mr. Fan a chance, I'm afraid he doesn't want to leave his hometown!"
With a thought in his heart, Qingyun asked again:
"By the way, since Mr. Bai is heading to Haiyou City, where is the blue swordsman Zou Yanwen?"
"The blue swordsman Zou Yanwen was also transferred to Tianye City by Senior Bai not long ago and has been stationed ever since. The pink swordsman Dai Lin'er, the original disciple stationed in Tianye City, was transferred to Bailian City to station here."
"Pink Swordsman Dai Lin'er?"
Qingyun was very unfamiliar with this name, and even back then he rarely heard anyone mention the name of the third swordsman.
"Well, this woman likes to hold a pink-handled sword. She is the third of the three young swordsmen of the Haiyou Sword Sect, and the latest one to get started."
"It's so strange. Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've heard of her name. In the past, I always thought that this person had a false name!"
"Haha, no, it's mainly because Dai Lin'er's identity is not simple, and she is an art master. Her purpose of joining Hai Youjian Sect is not pure, so she was deliberately marginalized by the sect."
"Oh? Is there such a thing? How did you know about it?"
