Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a little headache when he thought that his good brother would marry Shui Xiufeng if nothing unexpected happened.
"Let's go, let's not waste time, otherwise your brother will kill me later..." Qin Feng quickly changed the topic to avoid thinking about it further.
Ningxia is naturally incompetent, and the embarrassing mood just now has calmed down long ago. After all, the meeting later is more important, and the costumes are not that important.
The journey to Longyin Peak went smoothly without any unpreventable accidents. The group of people successfully arrived at Longyin Peak, the core peak of Wuhua Sect.
After not coming for a while, and having escaped from death once again, Ningxia felt like she was suddenly separated from the rest of the world, as if she saw the world in a different light.
It was indeed a different look... Another person greeted her. Ning Xia glanced at the elegant young lady Huang Shang across from her in confusion. She seemed not to remember that she knew such a person. But the other person greeted her naturally.
There were also some who looked familiar. Someone called her "Xiao Fufeng" and turned around to look. Only after they had gone a long way did they realize that the other person was Senior Brother Long Yinfeng whom she had met by chance on a mission before.
"Junior sister Ning is very popular." Qin Feng sighed.
In fact, he was really surprised. He had heard Lin Pingzhen say before that Ning Xia was a somewhat introverted child, who practiced hard and had a low-key style. He thought he should be a loner. The peaks are not connected to each other. To be able to reach this level is already a matter of popularity.
"I'm ashamed, it's all brothers and sisters who are so kind to me." Ning Xia was a little confused. What else could she say? Could it be that she didn't recognize these people because she had a bad memory?
The group of people came to the Yaoyang Hall where the leader was located with different thoughts, handed over the message, and waited for the disciples guarding outside to lead them in.
Huh... Ningxia glanced at the hanging plaque with some doubts. It read "Yaoyang". The folds of the two sons glowed under the sunlight, showing a somewhat elusive and mysterious feeling for no reason against the solemn palace behind them.
They probably already knew their purpose of coming, and the disciples who went in to deliver the message moved very quickly, and soon received permission to enter.
but……
"Junior sister Ning...Junior sister Ning!"
Ning Xia woke up from her daze and subconsciously responded: "Ah?"
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that Ning Xia's face was a little pale, she asked a little worriedly. Hearing that the child had been seriously injured before and was about to recover, he came over to see the leader, the True Lord.
Ning Xia shook her head and said she was fine.
The disciple who came out to convey the message urged again, so the group could not say anything else and quickly stepped into Yaoyang Hall and walked towards the main hall.
There's something...off about that plaque. From there, dense spiritual power threads surrounded the entire palace, and finally converged here, like knots in a baggage, holding together some important things inside.
Ningxia didn't know why she felt this way. There was obviously no shortage of defensive formations around the palace. The moment they stepped into the main hall, they had to go through at least a dozen formations or restrictions. The entrance was also covered with talismans of unknown purpose.
But only the unknown formation connected to the plaque attracted her attention the most, and she was inexplicably concerned...
"Please wait here for a while. The leader is discussing matters with the peak masters and elders in charge, so you may have to wait for a while."
Hearing this, Qin Feng and Ning Xia looked at each other, and Ning Xia immediately felt a little numb. Always feel like...something's not good?
The disciple withdrew before they could ask any more questions. The person who came in after that was the handyman disciple serving tea. If you asked him, he probably wouldn't know anything.
So Ning Xia and the others were left here.
Qin Feng, who was accompanying him, was also a little confused about this development. Lin Pingzhen explained the cause and effect to him, but did not mention this link, so what does the master mean by this?
"Uncle Qin..." Someone said weakly, as if it was squeezed out of the throat. It was weak, but it successfully attracted everyone's attention.
"Today seems to be the third day of the Lunar New Year, the monthly meeting..."
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment: "Today is the monthly meeting, but I remember it was in the afternoon."
"You have forgotten it. That is our regular meeting time. Disciple remembers that True Lord Yanyang used to attend regular meetings in the morning."
Qin Feng:......
He actually forgot about it. True Lord Yanyang holds a regular meeting in the afternoon on this day every month, so he was preoccupied with thinking that the leader, True Lord, also held a meeting in the afternoon. Then he brought Ningxia over during the morning meeting, and he was strong enough.
"...I'm sorry, Junior Sister Ning, come on, come on, sit down. Have a piece of tea, I heard the snacks here are good." The other party put a pastry into Ning Xia's hand with a smile on her face.
Ningxia:……
Can you find a more reliable candidate? This guy looks even more careless than her... That's it, let's just treat it as a day trip to Yaoyang Palace.
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Different from the relaxed atmosphere in the waiting courtyard, the atmosphere in the main hall seemed not to be good among the dignitaries who were having their monthly meeting.
An emotion called nervousness filled the hall, and there was silence all around, as if even the sound of breathing became cautious.
Finally, the one at the top sighed: "It seems we still have to go over there."
"But we don't have much time left." An old man who looked a little old stroked his beard and shook his head.
"There is nothing we can do about it. It was a chaotic time, and all life was in ruins. It was not easy for everyone to survive, and no one noticed such an inconspicuous thing. Now if we want to gather them all again... it will be difficult to reach the sky."
"That's wrong. Most of these things have been collected, and there are connections between the fragments. It's just that we can't find the right place in the place we're looking for. If we can break through the geographical restrictions, we may be able to find the remaining small part soon."
"You put it lightly. If it were so simple, why would it be my turn to worry today? Our ancestors might have finished it long ago."
"Hey, you are not the person I am..."
As they talked, they started arguing again...
This regular meeting has an unusually strong smell of gunpowder, and this topic has been noisy since just now.
Everyone's position is quite consistent, but they have their own plans for how to do it, and no one agrees with anyone else. So today, as soon as Zhenjun Xuanyang brought up the topic, everyone started making a fuss regardless of image.
They were all thinking about the sect, and each of them had their own reasons. True Lord Xuanyang could not interrupt everyone's argument for a while.
Of course, not everyone likes to put their ideas on the table for debate. Some people prefer to listen and think.
Except for the group of relatively radical elders, a small number of people who participated in the regular meetings also adopted exposed opinions and never made any relative comments on the matter. They sat in silence in their respective positions like statues.
Only their eyelashes and eyebrow arches that tremble from time to time show their inner unrest.
