The roar of the ship breaking apart was mixed with the feeling of weightlessness. Zhao Shun closed his eyes tightly and allowed the strong wind to blow around the two people inside the black light.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already clouds and rain.
Zhao Chunshang was still a little dazed, and he broke free from the black light. He was surrounded by lush mountains and forests, and there were faint sounds of insects and birds.
"Look!" Meng Han pointed to the rolling green mountains in the distance and said with a smile, "That's Fangjing Mountain! If you find it, you'll be not far from the ruins!"
As the saying goes: Wangshan is like a dead horse. Although Zhao Chun could see it clearly, it would take less than two days to get there.
Meng Han took out a Yanzhou talisman and took Zhao Chun on the road. He then heard her say: "I owe my life to my senior brother."
"This is not mine. That talisman was made by Brother Xu. Just go back and thank him!"
Xu Feng? Zhao Shun didn't know that he was actually walking with Fu Xiu.
Meng Han took out a few more black talismans from his body, which were exactly the same type as those used before. He smiled and said: "It's not a good thing. Brother Xu gave me quite a lot."
"What kind of talisman is it? I've never seen it before." There are many kinds of talismans. How could she have seen them all? There are yellow paper talismans, jade talismans, and animal tooth talismans in Baibao City, but she has never seen this full-body talisman. It was pitch black and the paper was tattered and wrinkled.
"This thing is unique to Brother Xu..." He picked up one, and the small black paper swayed in the wind. It was both fragile and tough. "Brother Xu likes to study new things. In the past few years, he felt that the Yanzhou Talisman was not feasible. It is inaccessible to places that are high in the sky and farther away, and I think its speed is too slow, so I want to create a new talisman that is more convenient and usable based on it."
Looking at the black talisman in his hand, Zhao Chun thought that he must have failed...
As expected, Meng Han gloated over his misfortune and said: "How can a new talisman be made so easily? If he really makes it, hand it over to the sect and give him one or two cents of profit, it will be enough for him to make a lot of money." of."
"What we finally made is this thing. It can reach the top of the clouds without smoke or boat. It just needs someone to carry it up."
Zhao Chun laughed. If one could reach the top of the clouds, there would be no need for a boat.
Meng Han added: "If I hadn't been out all year round and encountered many dangers, and accidentally discovered that this talisman can be used to slow down the descent, his useless talisman would really be useless."
"When you go back, just praise him. This slow-down talisman is exquisitely made. He will give you a lot of it. If you don't use it, it will be in vain."
There is no comparison between the Smoke Boat Talisman and the Slow Down Talisman. The former is exquisite and must be mastered by advanced talisman cultivators. The latter's writing technique is simple and is a must for entry-level talisman cultivators. To praise Xu Feng with these words, it is not surprising that he became angry.
Meng Han gave her a few pieces and praised him for keeping more of them, and Zhao Shun smiled and accepted them.
After driving safely for two days, we entered the boundary of Fangjing Mountain. When we took a closer look, we saw that half a big city had expanded at the foot of the mountain. It was dusk at this time, and the city was lit up with lights. There were many monks coming and going, so it was so lively!
"Fangjing City, most of those who come to explore the ruins are doing repairs here."
Zhao Shun was surprised and said: "So many people are here for the relics of the old sect?"
"No!" Meng Han drove Yanzhou down and said, "Only one or two out of ten people come to explore for treasures. The rest are all here for Fangjing City."
The two of them landed on the ground, and the city suddenly spread out in front of them, with shops everywhere. The shopkeepers among them were not mortals, but monks in the middle stage of Qi training, or even in the later stage.
Meng Han solved her doubts. It turned out that the Fanjing Mountain boundary was quite special. It was located at the junction of nine sects in the two regions. It was a transportation hub in all directions and was not under the jurisdiction of any force. And because it produces all kinds of unique rare elixirs, spiritual beasts, and spiritual minerals, and has a lot of trade, it has become a paradise of its own.
"There is a spiritual beast in Fangjing Mountain, called the yellow-maned dolphin. Monks eating its meat can strengthen themselves. It should be noted that the physical foundation is most needed in the early stage of Qi training. Local monks often eat this food, so their cultivation is more advanced than others. I am here I came here to bring some things back to Junior Brother Feng. He has reached the peak of the third level and hopes to reach the middle level soon and become a formal disciple."
He wondered why he didn't bring Feng Sanchu here. It turned out that he was practicing meditation and had no time to come here.
However, this yellow-bristle dolphin meat is indeed useful. Zhao Chun nodded slightly. She could bring some back to the senior sisters to help them practice.
The two of them bought twenty kilograms of dolphin meat separately. It was not because it was too expensive, but it was because of the regulations in Fangjing City. The purchase limit was implemented to ensure that the yellow-maned dolphins can be continued for generations and avoid indiscriminate killing.
In addition, Zhao Shun also purchased a scabbard made of snake skin, which was just the size of the red sharp dagger, allowing it to finally get rid of the wrapping.
The two repaired all night, and early the next morning, they headed for the ruins of the old sect.
The number of people Meng Han mentioned was quite a lot. Along the way, he saw several smoke boats, all heading in the same direction as the two of them.
After landing on the ground, you can see an octagonal altar with white stone barriers as steps extending down the altar.
The ruins of Fengyan Sect are underground. There are nine altars here built by Fangjing City. They are intended to worship the souls of righteous monks and write down the crimes of evil cultivators.
The two of them entered from a staircase. It was very spacious inside, with torches lit on all sides, making it very bright.
We haven't reached the outer level of Fengyan Sect here yet, we still have to go down, and we are walking down a deep corridor in the middle. Zhao Chun's eyes gradually darken, but fortunately there are dim lights in the corridor, so he doesn't completely lose his direction.
In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was gradually the sound of wind blowing the leaves in the forest. Before Zhao Wan could get weird, he heard Meng Han say from the side: "We're here."
It was a place as quiet as a valley.
The two of them were located above the Fengyan Sect, so they could get a glimpse of the entire sect. The mountain springs were surging among the rocks, the shadows of the trees were staggered, and the grass was luxuriant.
"It has been hidden underground for thousands of years, but the water continues to flow and the vegetation remains intact!" Zhao Chun sighed.
Meng Han shook his head: "It's not grass or trees." He jumped down with Zhao Wan in one hand. The distance here was only a hundred meters, which was no problem compared with the foundation-building monks.
After falling from a high place to the forest, within two breaths, Zhao Shun stretched out his hand to touch the giant tree. His tentacles were cold, not like a plant.
Suddenly, a strange thought appeared in her mind, and she turned back to look at Meng Han.
"This is actually made of iron and stone!"
Meng Han nodded and praised: "When Brother Xu and I first came here, we were also amazed by the uncanny craftsmanship of Fengyan Sect. Everything we looked at was for refining weapons. Such magical techniques were actually used thousands of years ago. It’s Xiao Zong’s handiwork…”
"A hundred years ago, when the ruins were excavated, nine neighboring sects came to compete for the method of refining weapons. For a while, there was an endless fight in the Fangjing realm. They were divided and taken over, and then it stopped."
Zhao Xuan nodded. It is not surprising that many sects are vying for such a wonderful magic. If the Lingzhen Sect is also nearby, they may also fight for a piece of fate.
She was surprised and regretful. She was surprised that the sect that could make such a big deal was actually a small sect. It was a pity that these immortal foundations fell into the hands of evil cultivators...
The two of them walked inside and heard what Meng Han said about Xiaozong.
The world of Hengyun is like the thousands of small worlds next to it, commanding a thousand small worlds, with spiritual sources flowing continuously and endlessly. Tens of thousands of years ago, during a great catastrophe, half of the world was shattered by an object. As a result, many small worlds were displaced and their spiritual sources were lost.
The local monks continued to find the lost small world and slowly repaired the spiritual source, so that the world of Hengyun did not collapse, but the inspiration was lost, and there was no way to go back to the past.
The Fengyan Sect was destroyed thousands of years ago, but it was a sect that had been orthodox for tens of thousands of years. In the old days, the world of Hengyun was very connected and had many monks. Most of the sects and family inheritances were long-lasting, so it was not like today, where the good and the bad are mixed. It is suspected of interrupting the inheritance.
At that time, the Ningyuan period was everywhere, and there were many Fenxuan periods, and there were even more beautiful babies born to build the foundation. The Fengyan Sect was determined by the old standards, so it was naturally a small sect.
Zhao Shun lamented the impermanence of the world and asked: "What is it that shattered half of the world?"
Meng Han smiled, not quite believing it: "I heard from my ancestors that it was just a drop of tear."
