After Miao Feng calmed down, he snorted coldly and said: "Mr. Ye's bold words have reached the level of a master. I'll take my leave."
As Miao Feng spoke, he turned around and walked out. Ye Sanqi said coldly: "Stop, I said, keep Miao Feng's body!"
Fake Miao Feng laughed and said: "I'm very sorry. My master's secret technique for my substitute was performed by my master himself, and I can't solve it myself. If you want Miao Feng's body, you can go find my master yourself!"
"No need to go to such trouble!" Ye Sanqi shifted his body and seemed to have not moved, but the person was already close to him. Before the shock left Miao Feng's eyes, she was slapped in the face by Ye Sanqi.
When Ye Sanqi's palm fell, a human-shaped black shadow was pulled out of Miao Feng's body by Ye Sanqi, flew several meters upside down and stuck to the courtyard door. When Miao Feng collapsed to the ground, there were already more shadows on the courtyard door. It looked like a figure drawn with ink.
Ye Sanqi handed Miao Feng into the hands of Old Fifth Uncle, looked at the figure with his hands behind his back and said, "Now, do you dare to say that I can't break Master Wuxia's secret method?"
The black shadow sneered: "So what if you can beat me out? You still can't save Miao Feng's soul!"
"You want my young master to come and find you? It's just a fool's errand. I'll take my leave."
The black figure swayed outside, seemingly wanting to slip away, but could not break free from the wooden door.
Ye Sanqi said coldly: "When I don't let people leave, few people can easily say 'goodbye' in front of me."
As Ye Sanqi spoke, he tiptoed to the ground, and a corner of the green bricks on the ground was immediately shattered by him. The cracked bricks also flew up into the air with his shock, and were firmly caught by Ye Sanqi. He held it in his hand and shot it out towards the door panel.
The broken bricks, which were only the size of a dragon's eye, sent a sound like a crossbow in the air and punched through the over-inch-thick door panel.
Ye Sanqi said: "You can leave now, but you have to go quickly, otherwise it will be too late to report the news to your young master."
The black shadow swayed slightly and stood in the yard like a piece of paper, except that there was a transparent hole in its chest. The black shadow was somewhat tough. Even though he knew that he was bound to die, he still raised his hand and cupped his fist at Ye Sanqi and said, "Thank you, Grandmaster Ye, for your death. My son will definitely avenge this. Farewell!"
The black shadow suddenly disappeared into the night, and Old Fifth Uncle also said in a trembling voice: "Master Ye, the eldest young master..."
The Ninth Prince, who had been checking on Miao Feng's condition, whispered: "Miao Feng's current situation is not very optimistic. Master Wuxia has placed a serial curse on him."
"His soul is indeed suppressed in his body, but the magic weapon that suppresses his soul is hidden in this courtyard. It is very hidden. I'm afraid it's not easy to find!"
"Look, we must look for it!" Old Fifth Uncle said with red eyes: "Even if we demolish the Miao family compound and dig three feet into the ground, we still have to find the things."
The Ninth Prince did not answer Old Fifth Uncle's words, but looked at Ye Sanqi: "The magic weapon that suppresses Miao Feng's soul is Master Wuxia's real killing move."
"If we do what the other party said, one of us will go to the Miao family's ancestral tomb, and the other will rescue Miao Feng. As a result, it is very likely that both of us will fall into the hands of the other party."
"The safest way is for the two of us to work together to save Miao Feng and then rush to the ancestral tomb together. However, in that case..."
Old Fifth Uncle's face suddenly turned pale. He had already understood what the Ninth Prince meant. The Ninth Prince meant that Master Wuxia had set up a conspiracy that no one could decipher.
The magic weapon he left behind in the Miao family compound was enough to kill a grandmaster. If they wanted to save Miao Feng, Ye Sanqi and the Nine Princes would have to give up their disciples while staying in the Miao family; if they wanted to rescue their disciples, they would have to give up Miao Feng. .
No matter what Ye Sanqi chooses, the Miao family can't say anything else. However, not saying anything does not mean that there is no resentment in the heart. If Miao Feng is not saved, an irreparable rift will be left between Ye Sanqi and the Miao family. That rift might break out at some point, causing a conflict between the descendants of the Miao family and Ye Sanqi, or his disciples.
Old Fifth Uncle opened his mouth twice in a row, but no words came out.
Ye Sanqi pondered for a moment and said, "Let's stay in the Miao family and break Master Wuxia's magic weapon first."
The Ninth Prince smiled slightly and said, "Brother Ye's idea coincides with mine."
The fifth uncle immediately knelt on the ground: "The Miao family is deeply grateful to the two masters for their righteousness. Master Jinglong..."
Ye Sanqi said calmly: "My apprentice will not die in the hands of others so easily. Ninth Prince, you protect me, and I want to figure out the whereabouts of that magic weapon."
The fifth uncle said: "Master Ye, why not let my second master come with us? The Miao family still has the ability to make calculations."
"That's fine!" As Ye Sanqi nodded, Old Fifth Uncle ran to bring the two heads of the Miao family over.
No one expected that the second master and seventh uncle of the Miao family, who had never been seen, seemed to be twenty or thirty years older, with their hair already half gray.
Ye Sanqi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What's wrong with you two?"
Second Master Miao cupped his hands and said: "It made Grandmaster Ye laugh. When the two masters were fighting with each other, Miao Feng asked us to calculate the location of the evil weapon of Weisheng. The two of us were not good at learning and could not calculate the location of the evil weapon. It was the backlash from the secret technique that damaged my vitality."
Ye Sanqi did not speak, but the Ninth Prince gritted his teeth and said: "You two have done a great disservice!"
In the art world, whether they are Qimen disciples or fortune tellers from other schools, there has always been a taboo, that is, there cannot be more than two fortune tellers in the same place, calculating the same thing.
Whether it is fortune-telling or fortune-telling, they are all peeking into the heavens. If several people speculate on the same thing in the same place, it is tantamount to disturbing the secret of heaven. In the end, it is very likely that everyone will calculate different results.
Once chaos occurs, even if an expert continues to calculate, the accuracy will not exceed 30%. If you want to recalculate, you have to wait until the secrets calm down. This time may be a few days or a few months.
The two fate masters of the Miao family have been counterattacked by the secret, which means that it is impossible for Ye Sanqi and the Ninth Prince to calculate the exact location of the evil weapon.
While Ye Sanqi was silent, a servant of the Miao family hurried over: "Second Master, two masters, something happened over there in the living room. Go and have a look!"
After Ye Sanqi and the Ninth Prince looked at each other, they rushed to the Miao family's living room.
When they got there, they saw that the living room of the Miao family had been converted into a mourning hall at some point. Although there was no coffin in the living room, there was a memorial tablet with the words: Beloved Disciple, Ye Jinglong's memorial tablet.