The lobby of Tianqing Pavilion was crowded and lively, but Xiang Shen felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The person sitting at the head table had a strange face and she didn't recognize it, but the face next to him was very familiar to Xiang Shu. That was Butler Fu!
But didn't Butler Fu disappear with the village on his way to the Blazing Flame Sect?
How did he escape? Or...didn't you escape at all?
Is the strange man standing in front of me at this moment the reincarnated Xiang Wenli, or the master behind the strange village?
Xiang Shen pursed his lips tightly, grabbed Lu Zhu's hand and walked out without saying a word.
No matter what the possibility was, it was not something she could afford to offend now.
Lu Zhushen followed him involuntarily, full of confusion, but when he saw Xiang Shen's solemn profile, he understood the situation without saying a word and followed him away obediently.
When he reached a quiet place, Xiang Shu stopped and let go of Lu Zhu. Seeing that he didn't say much, he was surprised: "You don't have anything to ask?"
At this time before, Lu Zhu would have been so anxious that he would have jumped up and asked.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhu immediately shook his head and said, "You must have your own reasons for doing this. Even if I ask you, you may not be able to explain it, and even if you do, I may not be able to understand you. It's better not to ask."
Xiang Shen couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid of being betrayed now?"
"Afraid! Why aren't you afraid?"
Lu Zhu shook his head angrily, "But I can't fight you, so I just accept my fate."
As he said this, Lu Zhu had completely different thoughts in his heart.
On the way back to the Lu Kingdom in disguise, Commander Wang often insinuated in front of him and asked about the Lu family's ancestral land. At that time, he was still immersed in the grief of having his whole family wiped out, so he didn't pay attention. Now that he thought about it, Commander Wang had clearly been there for a long time. Plot.
Looking at Sister Shen Xiang, she knew much more than Commander Wang, but after getting along with her for a few days, Lu Zhu never heard her mention the Lu family's ancestral land even once, and the conversation only stopped at how to get to Xuanwang City.
Although Lu Zhu understood that with this sister's city, even if she really wanted to get involved in the ancestral land, she would not show it. But this attitude made him feel particularly at ease.
Xiang Shen naturally didn't know what was going on in Lu Zhu's heart. Hearing this, he just smiled lightly and said, "Go out and come back tomorrow."
Lu Zhu nodded repeatedly and followed up.
Afterwards, the two left from the passage and returned to the city to find an inn to stay. The next day, they came to Tianqing Pavilion in Fangshi. The cultivator family recruiting people in the pavilion had already changed.
"Today, the Chen family of Hushan has taken over the Tianqing Pavilion. It's quite a grand event, but the treatment of the guests is far inferior to that of the mysterious cultivator family two days ago!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity that I'm too late..."
"Not only are there no spiritual boats to ride on, but there are also no spiritual pills to be issued. It's too bad!"
"..."
Amidst the constant chatter, Xiang Shu and Lu Zhu stepped into the gate of Tianqing Pavilion. There were far less casual cultivators in the lobby of the pavilion than yesterday, but not too few.
After queuing for a while, it was Xiang Shu's turn.
The scribe in front of the desk saw the two people's cultivation at a glance, and there was a look of ridicule in his eyes. Without asking anything, he threw out two black iron signs and said, "Meet at the gate of Nancheng tomorrow morning. We will not wait if it is late."
Seeing that the sign was about to fall to the ground, Lu Zhu quickly reached out to catch it. Without waiting for him to speak, Xiang Shuwei cupped his hands, pulled Lu Zhu and turned to leave.
After the two people left, the monk sitting next to the scribe finally couldn't see it anymore and frowned: "The master of the house ordered that only casual cultivators at the ninth level of Qi training be accepted. You only accepted those at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training before. Now even one The fifth level of qi training that dragged the family leader was also taken away? If the head of the family is blamed, who will bear the responsibility? "
"Fellow Daoist Lin, you just came here and don't understand."
The scribe was not angry, and said with a smile: "The mysterious man acted in a high-profile manner two days ago and took away too many people. It will be good if we can gather a hundred-man casual cultivator team in one day. Where can we find so many ninth-level Qi practitioners?
Right now, let alone the fifth level of Qi training, no matter how low it is, it has to be restrained. Otherwise, the head of the family will be even more angry tomorrow when he sees that there is not enough manpower. "
The monk was startled when he heard this, then nodded in agreement, "Don't be surprised, fellow Taoist, I thought wrong."
"It doesn't matter, it's such a small thing."
The scribe laughed and waved his hand, "Next one!"
…
Xiang Shu got the iron plate and went straight back to the inn without staying in Fangshi.
"Sister, they don't take us seriously."
Lu Zhu returned to the room and angrily threw the two iron plaques on the table, "I admit that I was neglectful in cultivation before, and my cultivation level at the fourth level of Qi training is a bit low. But sister, you are so powerful, you can even kill Foundation Builders. , it’s the ninth level of Qi training, right? It’s only one level away from their foundation building, what are they so crazy about?”
Xiang Shu: "..."
At the ninth level of Qi training, this guy really thinks highly of her.
She sat down, picked up the iron sign and put it away, poured herself a cup of tea, and said calmly: "It's better not to take it seriously. They want to use us as cannon fodder. We want to use them to enter the city safely. The purpose is not simple. , why be angry?"
"Having said that, I just can't get angry!"
Lu Zhu sat down and sighed heavily, "After this incident, I will practice hard and never let anyone look down upon me again!"
Xiang Shen raised his eyebrows, "That's it, you don't want revenge?"
Lu Zhu's expression froze, and then his face turned bitter, "Even my eldest brother died in their hands. I am not as talented as him. It is impossible to seek revenge."
Xiang Shu shook the tea in the cup and said nothing more.
The Lu family's ancestral land contains the eighth-level Zhen Sect's mental skills, and the other secret collections are probably not bad. I think there was a great master of cultivation back then. If Lu Zhu can get the inheritance of cultivation from his ancestors, revenge is not impossible.
It's a pity that Lu Zhu's cultivation level is too low. Just entering Xuanwang City is already extremely difficult. How about entering the ancestral land?
If the Lu family's ancestral land did not leave a back door for his descendants, it would be absolutely impossible for Lu Zhu to get the benefits of the ancestral land.
The topic turned to hatred, and Lu Zhu lost interest in continuing to talk. He quickly got up and left, going back to his room.
Xiang Shu closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed, but he couldn't fall into concentration.
That day, when she was in Fangshi to explore the news about Xuanwang City, she pretended to choose in front of the stall, but suddenly she found that the pattern on the gold paper on the stall was very similar to what she saw in the secret room at the bottom of the cliff, so she bought it quietly.
If she hadn't looked back to confirm, she was probably still secretly congratulating herself on her good luck, or she was already studying the mystery in that golden page.
Now, two days have passed since she got the golden page, but she has never taken it out and looked at it once.
Is the old man a human or a ghost? Friend or foe? How did you find her?
Is it a blood ring? Or the stone plate in the blood ring?
Too many doubts lingered in my heart. Xiang Shu took a deep breath to suppress the irritability in his heart.
She always remembered that the letter left by the senior Qingtian in the secret room repeatedly emphasized that the stone plate would bring great disaster. Therefore, she was always vigilant and never showed the stone plate in front of others.
If she is still targeted, it can only be said that it is destined. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, she cannot avoid it. She might as well study and see what mystery is hidden on the gold paper.
It's just that she is still on the verge of heading to Xuanwang City. Her future is uncertain and her thoughts are uncertain. It won't be too late to wait until she fulfills her promise and sends Lu Zhu safely to the city before studying.
…
Before dawn the next day, Xiang Shu and Lu Zhu rushed to the gate of the south city. Unexpectedly, there were already many casual cultivators waiting here, and they arrived quite late.
I saw that there were people of all ages in this group, standing separately and with guarded faces, and no one came close to anyone.
Xiang Shen glanced at it and stopped looking. He and Lu Zhu stood casually in an open space and waited.
As the sky lightened up, more and more casual cultivators came over. Three or five of them who were familiar with each other gathered together. There were some very small conversations, but the whole place remained silent.
Xiang Shu observed silently and never said a word.
Waiting until Chen hour was approaching, the real master finally appeared.
Phew! !
With a loud cry, the strong wind swept down, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
A giant eagle that was ten feet long swooped down, its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun. Its power was so majestic that the monks present looked horrified.
"Spiritual bird!"
"This is the spiritual bird of Tianqing Pavilion!"
"Didn't I say that all the spiritual birds in Tianqing Pavilion were rented and sold out half a month ago? Why are they still there?"
boom! ! !
A loud noise drowned out the conversation, and the giant eagle landed steadily. A pair of sharp bird's eyes swept over the people in the field. Its eyes were full of anger, showing a bit of gluttony. The cold-faced man standing above it immediately stomped his feet. The lust in his eyes disappeared, and he spread his wings and stood motionless.
The scribe standing behind immediately jumped down. He first bowed respectfully to the cold-faced man, then turned around and shouted loudly: "The spiritual bird has arrived, come up quickly, don't waste time!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly walked up from both sides of the wings, including Xiang Shu and others.
After dozens of breaths, everyone had climbed onto the back of the spiritual bird, and many of them looked excited and started talking.
"This is my first time riding a spiritual bird..."
"Who isn't? How can we, the casual cultivators, have the opportunity to ride in such a luxurious thing?"
"..."
The scribe's eyes swept over the monks who were chatting happily, his lips quietly curved, and he said through his voice: "Senior, it's time to set off."
Xiang Shu had been watching the scribe's movements since he boarded the Spirit Bird. Seeing his expression, his heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately grabbed Lu Zhu, who was still looking around, and squatted down.
The next moment, the giant eagle raised its head and let out a high-pitched chirp, instantly soaring into the sky.
The lift-off came too suddenly, and those who were standing on the edge of the Qi Refining Period suddenly lost their center of gravity. With a scream, they lost their footing and fell, hitting the ground and exploding into a bloody mess.
call! call! !
The strong wind swept over like a knife. The cold-faced man above Lingqiao blocked most of it, but there were still a few sporadic gusts of wind that passed over and flew over Xiang Shen's head, splitting the acquaintance behind him into more than a dozen pieces, and fell from the wind. dropped.
Lu Zhu squatted on the ground, looking at the several bloody corpses slowly sliding down behind him, his face turned pale with fear.
Just a little bit, just a little bit...
If Sister Shen hadn't given him a hand in advance as if she had no idea, he would be one of these corpses now!
At this moment, there was deathly silence on the back of the spirit bird. Only the whistling of the wind could be heard in the ears, and no conversation could be heard anymore.
