Feng Min held it in both hands and presented it in front of Chu Xuan'er. He said softly: "Young Master, this is the Spirit Filling Fruit. Please take a look at it."
Chu Xuan'er took the Spirit-Grobbing Fruit, put it in his palm and looked at it for a long time, and said, "Tell me, this Spirit-Grobbing Fruit. When I got it in Cuiyun Mountain in the East, I held it in my hand like this. I didn't expect it to be taken away by someone. Now, what's going on? It took a long time, but it came back to my hands, which is really dumbfounding.”
Feng Min said with a smile: "Young Master, this is yours, and no one can take it away."
Chu Xuan'er chuckled and said, "I wonder if Zhao Dantong will be so angry when she finds out? She tried her best to protect this spiritual fruit."
Feng Min smiled and said: "At least the Tongtian Sect also lost three spiritual fruit, and Zhao Dantong was well hurt."
Chu Xuan'er nodded and said: "That's true. I will break through the Tongyuan Realm as soon as possible this time when I go back. Then I will go to the Eastern Realm to meet the people in the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. I accepted their love from Cuiyun Mountain last time. They were supposed to share half of this spirit-filling fruit, but now none of them have been found, so at least we can give them some spiritual essence stones."
Feng Min said: "As it should be, Young Valley Master, if there is nothing else, Dong Qing and others will be waiting for you at Tianhe Tun tomorrow. Do you want me to send more people to protect you?"
Chu Xuan'er said: "Then you go ahead. I will come to meet you early tomorrow morning. I have Cui'er here, so my safety is safe."
Hearing this, Feng Min said: "That subordinate will leave first." Having said that, the woman in white from before opened the door again and led Feng Min out.
Liu Qingyi drove the little civet and jumped down from the roof, landing on a short tree, only to find that there was no one on the top of the tree. The two masked women in black had left at some point.
Without thinking about it, Busy drove the little civet cat to jump off the tree canopy, and followed Feng Min and the others outside. When they arrived at the gate of Baihuafang, they squeezed out through the gap that Feng Min had left.
As soon as Feng Min left Baihuafang, he went to the Xianwei Field to wander around, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave.
When the little civet flew over the eaves and walked over the wall, Liu Qingyi, who was in Tongya Xiaozhu, had already packed his bags. He just told Liu Hao that he would rush back to Lan County overnight, and then went straight out of the Tianshou Pavilion.
One person and one cat met on the way back to Tianshou Pavilion from Baihuafang. They all turned eastward, left the fairy fairground, and ran straight towards the east gate of Juntian City.
At the city gate, Liu Qingyi put the little civet into the spirit ring for a while, leaned against the city wall alone, and waited leisurely.
The night sky is bleak and dotted with stars.
Under the black sky, Juntian City was filled with lights and shadows from far and near, and bursts of people's voices and noises were blown by the wind. Several streets near the city gate were still bustling.
Liu Qingyi waited for half an hour when he saw Feng Min, with fluttering white clothes and swaying lotus steps, appeared from a street at the far end and walked towards the city gate very quickly. As soon as he left the east city gate, he turned into a white rainbow rising into the sky. Flying away in the southeast direction.
As soon as she left the city, Liu Qingyi followed her out of the city with her back legs. She was covered with spiritual energy. She picked up her cymbal and Lan Yi chased after her. They flew a long distance away, but lost all trace of Feng Min.
He hung in the air and looked around, and saw that against the clear moonlight, a winding and undulating river spread slowly from north to south, like a long jade belt inlaid on the east side of Juntian City.
Thinking of the rumors that Juntian City is surrounded by water on both sides, the west is called Junhe, and the east is called Tianhe, Liu Qingyi exclaimed: "This must be Tianhe."
He thought for a moment, but instead of blindly following Feng Min's traces, he released the little civet cat from the spirit ring, relied on the little civet cat's keen sense of smell, and searched for Feng Min's lingering breath, heading south along the Tianhe River. Fly slowly, looking for the location of Tianhe Tun along the way.
According to Feng Min's conversation with Chu Xuan'er, the master of the young valley, it was revealed that Tianhe Tun was a village located in the lower reaches of the Tianhe River. It should not be difficult to find it going down the river.
After flying along the river for about a quarter of an hour, we saw a small village located on a plain on the east side of the Tianhe River in the distance. When Liu Qingyi arrived in front of the huge archway at the entrance of the village, he saw 'Tianhe Tun' Three black inscriptions stand out on it.
His heart was slightly lifted, and he raised his eyes and looked into the village. He saw a lot of small buildings among the bluestone alleys. All the buildings were built haphazardly beside the roads, forming a crisscross and scattered layout.
It was almost late at night, Liu Qingyi held the little civet in his arms, used his soul chain to perform psychic skills, and kept going in circles among the houses in the village, looking for the remaining scent left by Feng Min.
The moon reflected the sky, and the silver light spread all over the place. Liu Qingyi's sometimes elongated shadow floated between the buildings.
After a while, he suddenly jumped up, holding the little civet in his arms and flying straight towards a group of buildings in the south where the lights were still on.
In a few breaths, a man and a cat passed a few feet closer. Among the four stone and wood buildings built side by side, the second one on the left was still lit.
Liu Qingyi did not come close, but retreated far away into a bush. He only attached his soul chain to the little civet, and climbed and jumped to the eaves of the small building with lights on.
After walking a few steps, I looked in through the cracks in the tiles and saw a man sitting in front of the hall, holding a scroll in his hand. Sometimes he looked up and chanted softly, sometimes he lowered his head in meditation.
"Wei Dongqing!" Liu Qingyi, who was huddled in the bushes, was overjoyed. He looked closely at the scripture in his hand. It was the fragment of the Great Daphne Sword Sutra that Feng Min had photographed at the Immortal Products Conference.
Through the little civet's induction, the small building in the next room was exuding Feng Min's aura. Liu Qingyi did not dare to act rashly, and only attached to the little civet through the soul chain, bulging his eyes and staring straight through the gap in the tile roof. Wei Dongqing read the scripture in his hand, hoping to secretly jot down an outline from afar.
The reason why he was hiding and peeping so pitifully was because he was carrying a middle-grade Lingbao Flying Sword but had no follow-up sword skills. Compared to the magical magic of the Heavenly Beast Sect, the flying sword that he has been using since his spiritual awakening has never been abandoned. He complained countless times that he was not doing his job properly, but he still couldn't resist the great desire for this sword scripture.
What he heard from Taoist Jie Mie before and got confirmation from Feng Min was that this sword scripture was not inferior to the Suppressing Sword Art of Tongtian Sect, and it even gave rise to a strong feeling of hunger and thirst in his heart.
After all the trouble and effort to follow Feng Minxun, how could he let it go when he saw this sutra presented to him again? Even though I was hiding on the roof of the tiles and following Wei Dongqing's twists and turns, looking from east to west and learning from the claws, I still felt a hundred times more happy.
In this way, Wei Dongqing repeatedly read and studied the scriptures in his room, while Liu Qingyi secretly memorized on the roof with the little civet, until midnight, still practicing without realizing it.
In the darkness of the night, Wei Dongqing held the scripture in his hand, tilted half of his body towards the couch, and looked sideways for a while. He felt sleepy and gradually couldn't raise his eyelids.
He had been studying the scriptures during the day, and now he was really tired. After a while, he started snoring like thunder. The scriptures in his hand loosened and they fell gently to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Liu Qingyi thought to himself: "This is really a God-given opportunity." He cowardly asked the little civet to remove a piece of green tile from the roof, and looked inside, feeling a conflict between heaven and man in his heart, "Bo or not?" Bo? Bo means getting a whole book of Sword Classics! Without Bo, I'm afraid it won't be of much use to memorize those scattered chapters that have no logic at all."
In a small space, in an instant, Liu Qingyi felt fierce in her heart: "Fight."
After a while, the little civet disappeared very quickly, jumped into the room from the gap between the tiles, and quietly came to the couch where Wei Dongqing was lying.
He tilted his head and took a careful look at Wei Dongqing, only to see that he was still asleep, unaware of what was going on around him. Without any hesitation, he picked up the scroll in his mouth, turned around and climbed up the wall towards the hole in the tile roof. , with a kick and a jump, he hit the roof again, spread his legs, turned into a black light, and shot straight towards Liu Qingyi's hiding place.
After a while, a shadow suddenly jumped out from the bushes. He raised his hand to put away the running little civet and the scriptures, urged the cymbal Lanyi to fly into the sky, and flew southward under the vast night.
High in the sky, Liu Qingyi's heart was pounding as he walked in the wind. Extremely thrilling and exciting emotions flashed through him, and another wave of ecstasy filled his chest.
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The next day, Juntian City, Baihuafang and Tianhe Tun were in chaos. Teams of monks from Baihua Immortal Valley were patrolling around and inquiring, almost turning Tianhe Tun and Juntian City upside down. Feng Feng was furious. Min even scolded the book thief in vain.
Such a huge battle and movement caused Xiao Baiwu and others of Tongtian Sect and the people in Juntian City to be puzzled. When it was found out that the master of Baihua Fairy Valley Condensing Pill Realm had the sword scripture stolen at night, and Inevitably everyone found it funny.
Chu Xuan'er did not want to disturb the people in the city, so she forced everyone in Baihua Fairy Valley to stay in bed during the day and night, and ran around searching for several days. Except for some clues left by a green tile that had been uncovered on the roof, there was no clue. The thing that was originally under the nose actually disappeared.
After staying like this for several days, the group finally returned to Baihua Fairy Valley in despair, led by Chu Xuan'er.
Wei Dongqing lost the scriptures and felt guilty. As soon as he returned to the Immortal Valley, he accepted the punishment and went to the Flower Tomb alone to face the wall.
At this point, everyone in the Immortal Valley bid vigorously at the Immortal Products Conference, paying a sky-high price of 190,000 Spiritual Essence Stones, but ended up buying a basket of air, which made the people in the valley dumbfounded and the outsiders dumbfounded.
