About half an hour later, Wu Yaochen arrived at the Guest Garden.
"I thought I couldn't find it, but I didn't expect it was still there. It just took me a while to find it."
As he spoke, he handed over an inch-thick book-like thing.
The golden front cover and back cover are like wood, stiff and thick, with the word "囍" and the names of Wu Mingquan and her Taoist companion engraved on the surface in deeper dark gold.
Jing Yingrong took the item and did not open it immediately. Instead, he looked at Wu Yaochen and asked, "Have you been beaten by the leader of the Wu clan again?"
Wu Yaochen didn't look in a sorry state at the moment, but his unyielding energy and blood and his slightly chaotic spiritual power showed the situation.
Wu Yaochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've been good lately and haven't committed any crimes. Wasn't it that I was cleaning up my ancestral house just now? In fact, I remembered that my grandmother had left some gifts, which can be obtained by future generations if they reach the standard of cultivation. My mother had a golden elixir cultivation before her death. So she has already received the gifts of Qi refining, foundation building and golden elixir stage. This time I just wanted to get the gift of Nascent Soul. But when my grandmother left the gift, she also set a test, so I was a little hurt. .”
Jing Yingrong said "Oh" and turned her eyes to the thing in her hand.
She was about to turn over, but the restrictions on the cover stopped her.
"You need blood ties to unseal it." She handed the thing to Wu Yaochen.
Wu Yaochen pressed his palms on the cover and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, senior sister, I wouldn't have even remembered this thing. I wonder who my grandmother and grandfather invited to the marriage ceremony."
As the words fell, the forbidden light flashed and dissipated.
Jing Yingrong turned to the first page, and Wu Yaochen stood from the opposite side to the side, leaning over to read together.
What you see is a vermilion book page, which is bright and colorful, depicting patterns that represent joy and blessings.
Wu Yaochen was stunned as soon as he saw it, because in the upper left corner of the first page were printed four neat characters: Dao Zun Kongji.
In the middle of the page, there are three big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes:
Li Chengkong.
This is a signature book of invited people, and each page corresponds to the autograph of a person present.
Wu Yaochen lost his mind and murmured: "It turns out that Dao Zun has really been here..."
Jing Yingrong's eyes lingered on the signature for a moment, and then he turned the page unceremoniously, so fast that Wu Yaochen couldn't help but let out an "eh" sound.
"This is Tao Zun's own handwriting..."
"He has been practicing his signature font for a long time and has seen enough."
"Um?!"
Jing Yingrong ignored Wu Yaochen's surprise and turned over the pages.
Almost everyone whose name is written in the book is a famous figure of that era, a long-established strong man, or a budding rookie.
However, because the impact of the person on the first page was too great, Wu Yaochen's emotional ups and downs were very limited when looking at the people on the back.
Jing Yingrong's hand turning the page suddenly stopped.
In front of him was a blank page, with the name of the person who was supposed to be present printed in the upper left corner——
Wan Chengxuan.
Wu Yaochen frowned, "I remember this is... the current president of the Zhenwu Academy?"
"Um."
Jing Yingrong stared at the empty signature position on the page, with some thoughts between her brows and eyes.
Wu Yaochen felt a little surprised.
"Grandma actually invited him to watch the ceremony, but it seems like he didn't come."
The ones who reacted even more were the Taoist weapons on Jing Yingrong's body.
"Hey, hey, it's not that he wasn't invited, but that he was invited but didn't go? Quan Yatou only invited people who were close to her, right? Is she so familiar with Wan Chengxuan?"
Due to surprise, Ji Yanzhu's tone of voice was higher than usual.
Ji Sha Jian: "If you have a good relationship, why would you still be absent?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Hmm... maybe there is something going on and I can't leave. I can't be reluctant to follow the gift, right?"
Ji Jie Bi said: "Mirror, you asked to see the invitation list, is it because you guessed that this might be the result?"
Jing Yingrong responded lightly, then closed the autograph book and returned it to Wu Yaochen.
Wu Yaochen was slightly stunned: "Don't you want to read it?"
Jing Yingrong: "No need to read."
Wu Yaochen: "I'll see who else is there."
After saying that, he opened the book and continued reading Wan Chengxuan's page.
Jing Yingrong said in the sea of consciousness: "Shortly after Wu Mingquan's death, Wan Chengxuan created the "Mingyan Shenwu Baolu". This should not be a coincidence."
Jijiebi pondered: "It stands to reason that creating a skill is not something that happens overnight. It requires long-term accumulation, consideration and polishing. But when Li Chengkong bumped into him creating the skill, he almost finished it in one go. Li Chengkong also Praise him for being a late bloomer. Now it seems that since Wan Chengxuan is familiar with Quan Yatou, and you said last time that "Mingyan Shenwu Baolu" may be related to the Emperor Rong clan, thinking about it, he created the technique The timing does not seem like a simple coincidence.”
Ji Sha Sword: "What you two are saying is that Wan Chengxuan started preparing for this technique a long time ago, but he had to wait until Jun Yatou passed away to officially come up with the technique. Then what is the reason for him to do this? ?”
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Ji Yanzhu: "I don't understand. Why don't you think about it the other way around? What would happen if he completed the exercise before Quan Yatou died?"
Ji Sha Jian: "What can we do? What does the skill he created have to do with Jun Yatou?"
Jijiebi: "Could it be that he doesn't want Jun Yatou to know the existence of this technique? No, there is still something that doesn't make sense... Mirror, just tell me what you think."
Jing Yingrong said bluntly: "Lack of clues, no more ideas."
"..."
Jing Yingrong looked at Wu Yaochen, who had already read through the signature book, and asked:
"Can your clan practice other techniques?"
"You can practice cultivation, but the efficiency will be very low, even with our "Xuanhong Dao Tu"."
Wu Yaochen put away the signature book, "Our clan's existing exercises have been improved by our ancestors from generation to generation. They are completely consistent with the constitution of the people and can make up for the shortcomings of longevity to a certain extent."
He paused and seemed to remember something, and said: "I had an idea about our clan's martial arts before, but I don't know if it is feasible. After returning to the sect, I want to discuss it with Junior Sister Luo Qiluo."
Jing Yingrong nodded: "She will be very happy to have the opportunity to come into contact with the core skills of the Emperor Rong clan."
"That would be perfect."
…
Helianzhou, southern edge area.
Because it is the border, there is no one inhabited. Under the blue sky, there are endless forests and thousands of mountains with the same green color.
But now, there are some artificial traces among the mountains.
They were unusually tall sentry towers, like thin bamboo poles growing out of the blue waves. They are five to ten miles apart from each other and connected in a winding curve.
This curve extends to the left and right, forming a long area. People were busy in the area, exploring the mountains and forests, setting traps, or patrolling back and forth.
At this moment, in addition to the three monks who were originally on duty, there were several people on the sentry tower at the forefront.
Qin Xinyao raised her chin slightly, narrowed her eyes, and looked at a faintly moving black line in the distance.
Behind her, a middle-aged man took a step forward and said: "Master Qin, it seems that the news is true. The monsters are indeed retreating."
