"Lord Qie Xue Zun, are you looking for me?" At the door, a Huasheng Hall disciple asked with a slightly guilty look on his face.
"Why are you hanging around there? Come here quickly, my good son-in-law has something to ask you!" Qixue Zun scolded.
The Huasheng Hall disciple thought he was being caught by Lord Qie Xue for being lazy, so he breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Glancing in front of him, the Huasheng Hall disciple suddenly looked happy: "Ouch! It turns out to be Master Yincha!"
"Is it you?" Wu Fan followed the sound and saw that the person who came looked familiar. He was the guy with burning fists who wanted to carry him on his back the last time he came.
But when he thought about it further, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember the specific details of the things between the other party and himself.
"It's such an honor that Master Yincha still remembers me..." The Huasheng Hall disciple giggled.
"I heard from Qie Xuezun that you have been to Woxi Village before. Tell me what the situation is like there?" Wu Fan asked hurriedly.
"Back to Master Yinchai, the ground within a few miles of Woxi Village is scorched black, and nothing is left bare. It is really difficult to determine where the specific location of Woxi Village is..."
The disciple of Huasheng Hall took a serious attitude and described what he saw in detail: "Because I went there to find the little master, so naturally I didn't dare to neglect it, so I stayed there for an extra day and night until I completely confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it. He made an omission and then turned back."
"Really..." Wu Fan was a little disappointed, and then suddenly raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by 'little master'?" "
"It's like this. Back then, I was taught some insights by my little master, and then I gained a new understanding and learned the technique of Molten Dust Fist!" The man squeezed his fists, and a wave of heat hit his face, "So From now on I will call him little master..."
"Melting Dust Fist?" These three words were very difficult to pronounce, and Wu Fan looked over with confusion.
"Master Yinchai, my little master is a mountain, and I am just a speck of dust on the mountain. Therefore, the master can melt mountains, but I can only melt dust..." The Huasheng Hall disciple hurriedly explained.
After asking a few more questions, he really couldn't find any clues. With his eyes widened, Lord Qie Xue wanted to send this disciple away.
The man was about to leave, but he was frightened by Qie Xue Zun's words, and he suddenly remembered some old things: "Master Yin Chai, before, the young master always talked about someone he wanted to find. I don't know if this matter is I can help you...junior uncle..." The man's voice became quieter and quieter, until only he could hear the last three words clearly.
After saying this, he saluted Qie Xue Zun and everyone before leaving in a hurry.
"Don't worry, good son-in-law. This bastard is very lucky. He shouldn't encounter any trouble. He might come back one day! So... it's better for your good son-in-law to stay here!" Qie Xuezun rubbed his hands and took the crow. Fan hugged him in front of him, "When things are stable, I will send someone to Yangdu to pick up my daughter. Then..."
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Hearing Qixuezun's words getting more and more outrageous, Wu Fan hurriedly broke away: "But senior Qixuezun, if this matter of the League of Heroes is not resolved, I'm afraid the Eastern Continent will never have peace! "
"That's true..." Qie Xuezun looked sad, "Since you can't wait until that time, I will send someone to Yangdu immediately!"
"Absolutely not! Senior, please be patient!" Wu Fan said urgently. If Lord Qie Xue knew that he had concealed his identity and met You Ya, I am afraid that the "father-in-law" in front of him would never be so harmonious again.
"What do you mean, do you want to regret it?" Qie Xuezun looked displeased.
"Senior, don't get me wrong!" Wu Fan looked embarrassed and hurriedly comforted him: "As soon as I resolve the League of Legends matter, I will agree to whatever you say!"
"That's what you said!" As he spoke, Qie Xuezun pointed to the few people who were still watching: "Priest Qingjing, Mu Fengchun, and that bald man, you guys have to bear witness for me!"
Qingjing and Mu Fengchun nodded repeatedly, while Yuan Hua stroked his short hair with a depressed look on his face.
After the farce ended, Wu Fan once again returned to the topic: "Senior Qie Xue Zun, I actually have another thing to do here this time."
"My beloved son-in-law has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Qie Xuezun said.
No matter how he changes his title of Che Xue Zun, it will not matter.
Wu Fan ignored him and said, "Senior, is this Shura Huo Zaixia a member of your Huasheng Hall?"
Qie Xuezun frowned: "My dear son-in-law, haven't you asked about this before?"
"Did I ask just now?" Wu Fan looked confused.
"What I was talking about was not just now, but the last time my beloved son-in-law came here when he was troubled by the blood of the Jinpeng clan! Didn't you just tell me about this traitor to me at that time? How long has it been since you forgot about it?"
"I still remember the Jinpeng clan bloodline thing, but how could I forget that I said this..." Wu Fan knew that Qie Xuezun would not joke about this kind of thing, and he was also confused.
"How come you have such a bad memory at such a young age? You have rejected me over and over again. Could it be that you have forgotten Ya'er?" Qixuezun clasped Wu Fan's shoulders and said with a stern gaze.
"I don't dare, I don't know why, this matter is always vague..." Wu Fan looked embarrassed, as if he had indeed said something about Shura Huzai Xia.
Seeing that Wu Fan didn't seem to be pretending to be confused, Qie Xue Zun had a strange look on his face. He looked up and down and glanced at Wu Fan, then continued: "Where is my beloved son-in-law's spiritual stick, why didn't I bring it with me this time?"
"Lingyin stick?" Wu Fan touched his body, and then broke into a cold sweat, "No! Why is the spiritual yin stick missing?" ap.
"Little friend!" Mu Fengchun also noticed the abnormality, "Little friend, don't panic! Isn't your Lingyin Stick already in the hands of Chihuang!"
"I..." Wu Fan rubbed his forehead and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I remembered..."
While remembering the Lingyin Stick, Wu Fan also remembered the old immortal and the opera ghost, and that advice became clear to his ears.
The opera ghost once told himself that the negative effects of negative energy are extremely strong, and it is not as simple as what the Yin Walker said. Therefore, no matter whether he can make good use of it, as long as he tries it once, he will never be able to reverse the effects it has on him. Impact! So I must have lost my memory again...
But what makes him feel strange is that he clearly did not use negative energy just now. Logically speaking, this situation should not happen at all.
"My dear son-in-law, have you encountered any unexpected situation recently? Or met someone?" Qie Xuezun didn't know the reason. Even if he looked at Wu Fan several times, he couldn't find anything abnormal.
Since leaving last time, Wu Fan's experience can be said to be rich and colorful. When he heard this and thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had never stopped encountering accidents... But as for who it was, Wu Fan for some reason immediately thought of Lu Chun.
"Could it be him?" Recalling the previous encounter when he went to the Black Roc Clan, Lu Chun's move was earth-shattering. It seemed that he had no intention of plotting against him. The more Wu Fan thought about it, the more headache he got.
"Little friend, could it be..."
Mu Fengchun was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wu Fan with a smile: "Senior is right, it is indeed because I have been busy running around these days and my mind is exhausted, so I messed up my brain..."
"Really?" Qie Xuezun looked at the two of them from side to side, and could only nod his head: "If nothing happens, that's the best! But I am still worried that your memory will be confused if you fuse with the third prince's body for too long. How about that? How about... I send someone to call Ya'er back and ask her to prepare a few soothing prescriptions for you?"
"..."
Wu Fan was speechless again. He didn't understand why Qixue Zun insisted on tying him to the Huasheng Hall. "Thank you very much, Qie Xue Zun, for your kindness, but I have important things to attend to. Please forgive me for not staying any longer!"
Seeing that Wu Fan was determined to leave, Qixuezun could only sigh and let the few people go.
"Brother Wu Fan, thank you very much!" As they were about to separate, Qingjing suddenly bowed and saluted.
"Brother Qingjing, you can't do it, you can't do it!" Wu Fan hurriedly helped Qingjing up.
"Brother Wu Fan, please accept my gratitude. Thank you for letting me see the hope of revenge!" Qingjing said seriously.
Wu Fan smiled bitterly and said: "The League of Heroes is the world's greatest enemy! For this kind of revenge, Taiyi Pavilion alone is not enough! I won't say any more, I just hope that Brother Qingjing can wait patiently before I finish it. Don't act rashly, otherwise you will be the one who suffers in the end!"
Wu Fan has gone through too much and can no longer advise others.
Let go of the foolish words of hatred. He understands that sometimes taking a step back will not lead to a brighter future, but will only make things worse. The words of sages only exist in ideals and can never compete with reality.
"Okay, I promise you! As long as the wise brother gives the order at that time, Taiyi Pavilion will obey!" Of course Qingjing is a sensible person, otherwise he would not be able to keep his mind clear after being infected with black bamboo poison.
"Brother Qingjing, take care!" After saying goodbye, Wu Fan got on Gulu and disappeared into the red mist outside Huasheng Hall with Mu Fengchun and Yuan Hua.
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The two Gurus were running around all day, but they seemed tireless. The wind under their feet was as fast as thunder. It is no exaggeration to say that they traveled thousands of miles in a day.
At first, the people on the back were worried that the bumps on the road would throw them off, but after a few days of adaptation, they found that as long as they slept peacefully, there was no need to worry.
On the way, the three of them took breaks and supervised each other on Gulu's journey. But when Wu Fan rubbed his eyes and woke up, he saw that the scenery not far away looked familiar.
The description of this city cannot be described clearly in a few words, especially Wu Fan's complex mood at this moment, which is even more difficult to describe in words.
Following his gaze, under the hazy sky, he saw two majestic mountains on the left and right in front of him, which looked very familiar. Although the city surrounded by it is far away, I already know the name of this city without thinking too much...
"Gulu, stop!" With a long sigh, Wu Fan patted Gulu under him.
Perhaps because he felt something strange underneath him, Yuan Hua woke up as soon as his body moved: "Boss... why did we stop? Don't worry... Old Liar and I will call you when we get to the Jade Pot Sect!"
"Look what's in front of you?" Wu Fan said angrily, then jumped off Gulu and walked forward.
"This is..." Yuan Hua yawned sleepily, and then suddenly became energetic.
Saying that, Yuan Hua jumped to the ground: "Old liar! Didn't I tell you to look at the road? How did we get to Cang'an City?"
"Snoring, snoring..." Mu Fengchun was sleeping soundly.
"Gulu!" Yuan Hua frowned and gritted his teeth.
"Gulu Gulu!" Gulu understood immediately and raised his two hooves, shaking Mu Fengchun to the ground.
"Ouch...what happened? What happened?" Mu Fengchun was startled and hurriedly started.
"Old liar! What did you say! Didn't I tell you to watch the road!"
"Little bald donkey, what are you yelling about? I'm watching right now, right?" Mu Fengchun said in a daze.
"Old liar, stop farting! I don't know whose snoring is so loud!" Yuan Hua said angrily.
"Hey? Little bald donkey, you are a monk, how can you speak so foully?" Mu Fengchun was still confused at first, but he perked up after Yuan Hua's few words.
"I'm just a lay disciple accepted by Master. How can I have so many restrictions?" Yuan Hua said with an angry look on his face, "Besides, it's obviously you, an old liar, who is telling lies. I'm just telling the truth!"
"Hey! I'm too magnanimous to argue with you!" Mu Fengchun twisted his neck and made a clicking sound, "Where's my little friend? Why did we stop?"
"I have the nerve to ask. Use your own eyes to see where this place is?" Yuan Hua also followed Wu Fan's lead and walked away without saying a word.
"What kind of place is this in the wilderness? I'm not a god. How can I know where it is?" Mu Fengchun rolled his eyes at Yuan Hua, then squinted his eyes and looked forward.
"Huh? This place does look familiar. This side seems to be Cangmu Mountain...the opposite side is Cangshi... Ouch! Little bald donkey, how did we end up in Canggan City?"
"What do you think?"
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