"How can you tell?" Li Chuan was curious.
"The secret realm of Yanxing Ancient Cave is opened once every ten years. Although there will be some changes every time, the general layout of the levels can be known as long as you are interested in asking," Wen Guying explained to Li Chuan: "The Lingchuan Sect is also a thousand-year-old sect after all. It’s not like there are no such records. Junior Brother Mu is here. He didn’t choose to go to the tiger demon, but took another detour, which probably means he sensed something was wrong.”
"Can you hear what they are saying?" Li Chuan asked.
Wen Guying shook his head and said, "I can't hear it. Firstly, it costs too much, and secondly, the sects don't want to be heard."
Li Chuan understood. He continued to watch the water polo broadcast. On the screen, Mu Ling and Chu Bing were walking back. He felt something was wrong and asked, "Is it possible that he is lost?"
"Impossible..." Wen Guying choked. After seeing Mu Ling and the two walking a few steps, they walked around to the original place and said, "Maybe they are really lost... The disciples of this generation can't ah!"
At this time, a shadow fell. Li Chuan looked up and saw Elder Qinglian of the Jinfeng Sect standing in front of them.
Li Chuan's expression became indifferent when he saw Wen Guying.
Wen Guying asked: "Elder Qinglian, is something wrong?"
"Fellow Daoist Wen, Huanyi is my disciple. I can't be blamed for what happened to her," Elder Qinglian said, "I heard from the sect leader that you and Huan met a few days ago?"
"I've seen it before." Wen Guying cherished the words like gold.
"Fellow Daoist Wen, please don't get me wrong. I just want to ask, did you see anything wrong at that time?" Elder Qinglian continued to ask unhurriedly.
Wen Guying stared at her face for a while and then said, "Elder Qinglian, you guys should figure out how to deal with this matter first. We will settle the accounts between you and me after this happens."
Elder Qinglian had a look of grievance on her face. She glanced not far away. Li Chuan followed her gaze and saw a female cultivator standing there, dressed similarly to her.
The female cultivator shook her head invisibly. Finally, Elder Qinglian said "goodbye" and left.
After she walked away, Wen Guying made a spell and said to Li Chuan, "That is the leader of the Golden Phoenix Sect."
"Oh." Li Chuan responded, and then asked: "Do you hate the Golden Phoenix Sect?"
"It's not that I hate them," Wen Guying denied, "I just don't want to have anything to do with them. Come on, let's continue watching."
On the screen, Mu Ling and Chu Bing were still circling. Wen Guying shook his head and asked, "Who else do you want to see?"
"Look at the disciples of the Four Gods Palace?" Li Chuan suggested.
Soon, Wen Guying changed the film, and the disciples of the Four God Palace seemed to have noticed something was wrong. Eighteen disciples stood in groups of three at different positions, constantly pushing in different directions, trying to touch the edge of the illusion.
Seeing this, Wen Guying commented, "It's a stupid idea."
Li Chuan thought of something and said, "Can you see the Spirit Fish King?"
"You can't see it, but you can go and see the Yunmeng Guanxinhua." Wen Guying said, and the picture on the water polo changed again.
A towering tree slowly spread out in front of Li Chuan.
?
Tree? Yunmeng Guanxinhua? No, how did Boiled Egg and his master resist the loss of such a big tree?
No, with the Yuan Fire Mirror watching, how did they steal it? Didn't you remember your appearance?
Li Chuan suddenly realized again, no wonder he didn't leave the house, he was afraid not of the spiritual beasts, but of these sect bosses who remembered what he looked like when he was eight years old!
Wen Guying pointed to a thin vine climbing on the tree trunk and said, "This is it."
"That's it." Li Chuan saw the buds on the vine, which seemed to have not bloomed yet. He counted them and found that they were indeed thirty-nine. He asked: "When will it open?"
"It's probably these days." Wen Guying replied.
"That Feng Huanyi and the Spirit Fish King..."
"We just happened to catch turtles in the tiles." Wen Guying said, and then he pointed to the small snake wrapped around the branch, the color of which was exactly the same as the vine, and said, "Look, the flower-protecting spirit beast, it sheds its skin again. He has almost a thousand years of cultivation."
Li Chuan immediately understood why everyone in this room was so calm.
If you keep an eye on Yunmeng Guanxinhua, you can catch the Spirit Fish King.
Wen Guying turned the scene to the other monks and said, "Headmaster Wang said that whoever can catch these two fish in this trial will be the first."
"Is it difficult?" Li Chuan asked.
"There's a chance." Wen Guying said. He turned around and saw Master Wang looking at him, so he stuffed the water balloon into Li Chuan's hand and said, "I'll come as soon as I go."
Li Chuan carefully held the water balloon. It's very light, and it doesn't spill as soon as you touch it, but you can feel the water flowing through the palm of your hand.
The monk on the screen at this time is the fierce man carrying eight swords. He had obviously noticed the problem as the eight swords were taking turns striking at the void.
A sonorous voiceover automatically sounded in Li Chuan's mind.
The picture became unstable under the blow and seemed to fall apart.
Break all laws with force!
When Li Chuan was looking at it, another shadow fell in front of him. When he looked up, it was the head of the Golden Phoenix Sect.
Li Chuan sat upright and asked, "Sect Master Jin, what do you want from me?"
"My name is Shu Xin. You can call me Shu Xin, or Fellow Daoist Shu," Shu Xin said in a gentle tone, "Fellow Daoist Wen may have some misunderstandings about us. We didn't know about what happened today. We just want to make up for it as much as possible."
Li Chuan remembered what Wen Guying said, so he reasoned, "Just talk to Daoist Wen about this."
"Are you the heir of this generation's Pattern Sutra?" Shu Xin said, sitting next to him and looking at him with beautiful eyes.
Li Chuan replied: "Yes."
"Why didn't you go to the secret realm?" Shu Xin asked.
"Not interested."
"Is it Daoist Wen who doesn't want you to go?"
Li Chuan was silent for a moment and said honestly, "I don't dare to go."
Glancing at the water ball, it seemed that the Eight Sword Warriors had reached a critical moment.
"Fellow Daoist Li was joking," Shu Xin said, covering her mouth with a smile, "How did you and Huanyi meet?"
At this time, Wen Guying came back. After seeing Shu Xin, he put on an indifferent expression and said, "Sect Master Shu, do you plan to settle the accounts with me?"
Shu Xin said: "I fell in love with fellow Taoist Li, so we chatted for a few words."
The eight swords formed a magic circle, breaking through the sky, and the scene completely dissipated at this time.
Done?
When Li Chuan thought that the Eight Swords Warriors had succeeded, the picture suddenly condensed again and returned to the beginning.
Everything is still an illusion.
Li Chuan sighed with regret.
Wen Guying waited for him to finish reading and said, "There has been some progress in the previous matters. Let's go to the headmaster Wang."
"Okay." Li Chuan stood up holding the water balloon and followed Wen Guying.
Shu Xin watched them coming and gritted his teeth.
On the way, Wen Guying explained to him: "Feng Huanyi's innate magical power is indeed interesting. The space she fabricated is a time and space composed of countless small spaces."
(End of chapter)
