Chapter 1357 Gongsun Pan

Style: Fantasy Author: Qian QiuxueWords: 4050Update Time: 24/01/18 08:12:45
Seeing the excitement on Xiao Muyang's face, Song Chunqiu wiped his beard and said with a smile: "If he is willing to take action, he can naturally help us."

Hearing Song Chunqiu's words, Xiao Muyang's eyes flashed with blazing light, and Hua Qianyu and others' brows also showed joy. If a formation master could be invited to take charge, it would undoubtedly greatly improve the strength of Yunxiao City.

But Song Chunqiu's next words made the joy and excitement in their hearts weaken a lot.

"But he has lived in seclusion for many years and will not take action easily."

Xiao Muyang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively: "With the respect of the senior, can't we let him take action?"

Except for those enemies, there should not be many people who would not give the Sword God face. Even the demonic sects in the Demon Realm respect the Sword God very much and actively invite him to be a guest.

"With my relationship with him, it's not difficult to meet him. As for asking him to take action, I'm afraid my face won't help." Song Chunqiu said with a smile: "So I plan to take you with me. As for whether I can invite him It depends on your method to take action."

A flash of deep meaning flashed in Xiao Muyang's eyes, and he understood a lot in his heart.

If Senior Sword God saves his face, he should still be able to get the formation master to help. However, that master has lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years. Forcing him to come out is disrespectful to him. It will not only affect the relationship between Senior Sword God and him. Relationships will also make him look down on them.

Only by personally inviting him can he show sufficient sincerity.

"I will go with senior. When does senior plan to leave?" Xiao Muyang asked.

"Without further ado, if you have nothing else to do, let's go now." Song Chunqiu replied.

"I have no problem." Xiao Muyang smiled slightly, then looked at Hua Qianyu and said: "I will go out with senior, and I will leave the affairs of the Hou Mansion to you."

"Well, don't worry." Hua Qianyu said with a smile.

Without saying anything more, Xiao Muyang and Song Chunqiu rose into the air, and then shot away in the distance. They disappeared from the sight of the girls in a few breaths.

...

The southern area of ​​the Daqi Dynasty has magnificent and beautiful scenery, with endless mountains crawling on the earth like winding dragons, among which there are peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, giving them a somewhat mysterious feel.

At this moment, two figures, an old man and a young man, were walking through the clouds and mist as fast as lightning. They were Xiao Muyang and Song Chunqiu.

After two days of traveling, they arrived here from Yunxiao City.

There are many fairy mountains in the southern region. Many powerful men do not want to be involved in mundane affairs anymore, so they retreat to practice in the fairy mountains. The fairy mountains where they lived before the Song Dynasty and the Spring and Autumn Period are also in the southern region.

After a while, Song Chunqiu finally stopped and looked down at a mountain range covered by clouds and mist. Only some outlines could be seen vaguely. Compared with the surrounding mountains, the mountain range was slightly larger but not as large as the surrounding mountains. Something special.

"We're here," Song Chunqiu said.

Xiao Muyang followed Song Chunqiu's gaze and then saw the mountain range, with a bit of surprise in his eyes. Does the master live here?

"You go up on your own, I'll wait for you on the mountain." After leaving a voice, Song Chunqiu shot directly into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Muyang understood Song Chunqiu's intention, which was to let him show his strength and gain the approval of the formation master.

From this point of view, the mountains below may be a bit strange, and going up the mountain is by no means an easy task.

But now that I'm here, I naturally want to try it out.

Moreover, with his current strength, even if there were some mysteries in this mountain range, it would not threaten his life.

Without thinking too much, Xiao Muyang's figure immediately fell downwards, and when he entered the layer of clouds and mist, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him changed rapidly, causing him to lose his sense of direction for a moment.

"Formation!"

Suddenly a thought popped up in his mind, and Xiao Muyang's face became a little more solemn. Although he did not have any profound attainments in the formation method, he could still feel the formation aura flowing in the space.

He stood there without moving, the surrounding scene was still changing, but he did not attack him.

"It seems to be a phantom formation." Xiao Muyang thought to himself. The main function of the phantom formation is to confuse people. Some powerful phantom formations can silently kill people, but the formation in front of him does not seem to have lethality.

It seemed that the formation master just didn't want to be disturbed and had no intention of harming people's lives, but he did have the demeanor of a master.

Xiao Muyang's eyes flickered, thinking about how to break the formation.

If it were an ordinary illusory formation, he would be sure to break it open with his strength, but this illusory formation was arranged by a formation master, so the possibility of breaking it with strength must be very slim.

Although he didn't have high hopes, he still wanted to give it a try. What if he got lucky?

With a thought in his mind, the Zhan Yuan Sword appeared in his palm, and a strong sword intention suddenly burst out from Xiao Muyang's body, flowing to the Zhan Yuan Sword, causing the sword body to shine with a strange light, and under that light. In the middle, a phantom of a big roc loomed.

As Pengling's soul power increased significantly, it was able to transform into its true form when using the Yuan-Zhan Sword, and the power it unleashed was many times more powerful than before.

"Kill." Xiao Muyang shouted in his heart, and the Zhanyuan Sword suddenly struck down.

In an instant, a strange green sword light bloomed in the space, containing amazing sword power. It tore apart the layers of clouds and mist, and the space instantly became a little clearer.

Seeing the changes in the scene in front of him, a look of joy suddenly appeared on Xiao Muyang's face. Did it actually break?

But the next moment, the joy on his face froze directly there, and he saw the clouds and mist surge rapidly, and the place that was torn apart by the sword light healed in the blink of an eye, as if nothing happened just now.

"Sure enough, you can't use brute force..." Looking at the changing scene in front of him, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Muyang's mouth.

...

Deep in the mountains, in a clean and spacious courtyard, an old man in a white robe was watering the flowers. His face was calm and he looked very comfortable.

At a certain moment, the old man seemed to sense something, and he raised his head to look at the space above. Then a look of excitement appeared on his wrinkled face, and he said with a smile: "Which gust of wind brought you here."

"Haha, I have nothing to do, so I came to visit an old friend."

An easy-going laughter sounded in the space, and after a moment, a rickety figure walking down from the void with a cane was none other than Song Chunqiu.

In just a few breaths, Song Chunqiu came to the old man below and said with a smile: "Brother Gongsun, you have been well these past few years!"

"I keep company with these flowers and plants. I don't have any worries. I teach my disciples when I feel like it. I don't know how nourishing life is. I'm not as lonely as you..."

Gongsun Pan's expression paused when he said this, as if he had thought of something, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness."

"It doesn't matter, it's all over." Song Chunqiu waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

"Is it really over?" Gongsun Pan looked at Song Chunqiu with some suspicion, and saw a smile on the latter's face, as if he had really let go of the sad incident.

"Haha, it's good to get over it!" Gongsun Pan laughed loudly and said, "Brother, you will live here with me from now on. We two brothers can enjoy the flowers, play chess, drink and have fun. Wouldn't we be at ease?"

Hearing Gongsun Pan's words, Song Chunqiu's eyes flickered. If he hadn't met Xiao Muyang, he might have agreed. This was the best life for him.

"We'll talk about this later. In addition to catching up on old times, I have one more thing to do here today." Song Chunqiu changed the subject, and his expression suddenly became a little more solemn.

Seeing the change in Song Chunqiu's expression, Gongsun Pan's eyes flashed with a strange color. He knew Song Chunqiu very well. He came here today because he probably wanted to see him for something important.

But Chu Xianling has fallen, what else is important for him to worry about?

"There is no need to beat around the bush between you and me, brother, just say it directly." Gongsun Pan obviously has a very forthright character, especially for Song Chunqiu, a friend who has been with him for many years. As long as he can help, he will definitely not do anything. Will refuse.

"I brought a little guy, who is in your illusion formation. I will tell you after I see him." Song Chunqiu smiled while stroking his beard. He did not directly explain his purpose because he did not want to affect Gongsun Pan's feelings towards Xiao Muyang. An impression.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Gongsun Pan showed a surprised look, and then he closed his eyes, and a majestic sea-like power of thought surged out and swept towards the formation in the void.

Not long after, a picture appeared in his mind. A young man in white was walking among the clouds and mist, changing direction from time to time, as if he was trying to find the way out.

After observing for a moment, Gongsun Pan opened his eyes and looked at Song Chunqiu with some surprise, "Is that little guy your new disciple?"

"Not a disciple, just a junior." Song Chunqiu said with a faint smile.

A strange light flashed in Gongsun Pan's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "He is not a disciple, but you brought him here yourself. It seems that this junior is very important to you."

Song Chunqiu nodded slightly and said truthfully: "I came to see him today mainly because of him."

Gongsun Pan stared at Song Chunqiu with growing doubts in his heart.

He knew that Song Chunqiu had devoted countless efforts to Chu Xianling and treated him not only as a disciple, but also as his own heir. With Song Chunqiu's character, he should not accept any more disciples.

Is it possible that this junior has an incredible talent?

But no matter how talented he was, how could he compare to Song Chunqiu? More importantly, Song Chunqiu no longer had the spirit of the past, otherwise he would not have been living in seclusion in the mountains.

Gongsun Pan has been staying here and knows nothing about the outside world, so he doesn't know that Song Chunqiu has left the mountain.

"You brought this little guy here because you want me to accept him as your disciple." Gongsun Pan said with a smile: "Why bother making it so troublesome? I'll just accept him."

"No." Song Chunqiu shook his head: "When he goes up the mountain, I will tell you the purpose of this trip."

Gongsun Pan looked at Song Chunqiu in astonishment, he didn't accept a disciple?

It's not that Gongsun Pan is arrogant, his attainments in the formation path are unparalleled in the world, and no one can compare with him. Over the years, many people have sent their descendants here, begging him to accept disciples, but he has not agreed.

His requirements for accepting disciples are very high, regardless of status or background, only talent. So far, he has only five disciples, all of whom are talented in the formation path.

Today, Song Chunqiu brought Xiao Muyang here, and his expression was very solemn, so he subconsciously thought that Song Chunqiu wanted him to accept Xiao Muyang as his disciple.

"Brother, just tell me what you have to say. There is no need to make it so troublesome." Gongsun Pan said helplessly: "Besides, it is a four-layer illusion formation, and that little guy is only at the level of Zhongtian Xiang. , relying on his own ability, there is no way he can get in."

Song Chunqiu showed a mysterious smile and said, "Do you dare to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Gongsun Pan seemed to be a little interested.

"Let's bet on whether he can break the formation on his own." Song Chunqiu said with a smile: "If he successfully breaks through the formation, you have to agree to one of his requests."

"What if he can't break the formation?" Gongsun Pan's eyes flashed a bit. He naturally saw that Song Chunqiu was very confident in Xiao Muyang, but as a formation master, he also had confidence in his own formation. Have great confidence.

The four-layer illusion formation is far from the ordinary illusion formation. Without extremely high formation attainments, it is difficult to get out of it unless you use your strength to forcefully break through the illusion. But a mere junior in the realm of Zhongtian Xiang has absolutely no such ability.

"If it can't be broken, you can ask for the conditions." Song Chunqiu said calmly, with a strong confidence in his calm tone.

"Okay, this is what you said!" Gongsun Pan laughed suddenly, as if he had already won.

Song Chunqiu didn't care about Gongsun Pan's attitude. Of course he knew how strong Gongsun Pan's formation skills were, otherwise he wouldn't have brought Xiao Muyang here, but... Xiao Muyang was not an ordinary junior.

He believed that with Xiao Muyang's talent, he would be able to get out of it.

"Teacher, Senior Song." At this time, a gentle voice came from the side, and a middle-aged figure was seen walking towards him. His face was very handsome, and there was a bit of elegance between his eyebrows, like a scholar.

Song Chunqiu looked at the middle-aged man walking towards him with a look of surprise on his face. He could see his cultivation level at a glance and said, "Wen Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation level is almost catching up with me."

This middle-aged man named Wenyuan is Gongsun Pan's eldest disciple, and his cultivation has reached the supreme level of Xiaocheng Middle Grade.

"Senior's words are really embarrassing to this junior." Wen Yuan quickly waved his hand and said: "Senior is the world's master of swordsmanship. How can this junior be compared with my senior?"

"Haha, your eldest disciple is very humble." Song Chunqiu nodded with a smile, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then he became a little sad. If Xianling had not fallen, he would probably be like Wenyuan. Cultivation.

"That is, it doesn't matter whose disciple he is." Gongsun Pan looked proud. He was naturally very satisfied with this eldest disciple!