She is Jianxiu

Chapter 52

The rumbling sound of the ship breaking apart mixed with the feeling of weightlessness, Zhao Chun closed his eyes tightly and let the strong wind blow the two people in the black light up and down.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already cloudless and rainy.

Zhao Chunshang was still a little dazed, he broke free from the black light, surrounded by verdant mountains and forests, and there were faint sounds of insects and birds.

"Look!" Menghan pointed to the green hills in the distance, and said with a smile, "That's Fangjing Mountain! Once you find it, you won't be far from the ruins!"

As the saying goes: "Wangshan ran a dead horse, although Zhao Pu could see it clearly, but if he really wanted to go there, he couldn't do it in two days."

Meng Han took out a smoke boat talisman, took Zhao Chun on the road, and heard her say: "I owe my brother my life."

"This is not mine, that talisman was made by Brother Xu, you just go back and thank him!"

Xu Feng?Zhao Chun didn't know that it was Fu Xiu who left.

Meng Han took out a few more black talismans from his body, which were the same type used earlier, and said with a smile: "It's not a good thing, Brother Xu gave me quite a few."

"What kind of talisman is it? I haven't seen it much before." There are so many kinds of talismans, how could she have seen them one by one, yellow paper talismans, jade plaque talismans, and animal tooth talismans in Baibao City, but she has never seen this whole body It was pitch black and the paper was torn and wrinkled.

"This thing is unique to Brother Xu..." He picked up one, and the small black paper fluttered in the wind, both fragile and tough, "Brother Xu used to like to study new things. A few years ago, I felt that the smoke boat talisman was not feasible. At high altitudes, it is inaccessible to places a little further away, and I think its speed is too slow, so I want to create a more convenient and usable new talisman based on it."

Looking at the black talisman in his hand, Zhao Chun thought, it must have failed...

Sure enough, Meng Han gloated and said, "How can it be so easy to make a new talisman? If he is really allowed to make it, hand it over to the sect and give him a share of the profit, which is enough for him to make a lot of money." of."

"This is the thing that was made in the end. There is no smoke, no boat. It can go up to the top of the cloud, but someone needs to take it up."

Zhao Chun laughed, if one can get to the top of the clouds, there is no need for a smoke boat.

Meng Han said again: "If I hadn't been away all year round and encountered many dangers, and accidentally discovered that this talisman can slow down, his useless talisman would really be useless."

"You only praise him when you go back. This slow-falling talisman is exquisitely made. He will definitely give you a lot of power. It's useless."

How can the Slow Fall Talisman be compared with the Yanzhou Talisman, the latter is exquisite and is learned by advanced Talisman cultivators, while the former is simple in brushwork and is compulsory for beginners of Talisman Talisman. To praise Xu Feng with such words, it is no wonder that he became angry from embarrassment.

Meng Han gave her a few hard coins, and praised that he kept a lot of them, so Zhao Chun also accepted it with a smile.

After driving for two days, An Ran entered the boundary of Fangjing Mountain, and when he took a closer look, a half-big city expanded at the foot of the mountain. It was dusk at this time, and the city was already lit. There were many monks coming and going, so it was very lively!

"Fangjing City, most of the people who come to explore the ruins are repaired here."

Zhao Chun was surprised: "There are so many, but they all came for the ruins of the old sect?"

"No!" Meng Han Yu drove the smoke boat down, and said, "Only one out of ten people came to explore the treasure, and the rest came for Fangjing City."

When the two landed on the ground, the city suddenly spread out in front of them, and there were shops all over the place. Among them, the shopkeepers were not mortals, but monks in the middle stage of Qi training, or even late stage monks.

Menghan explained her doubts. It turned out that the boundary of Fangjing Mountain was quite special. It was located at the junction of the two domains and nine sects. It was a four-way transportation hub and was not under the jurisdiction of any force.And because it produces all kinds of unique and rare elixir, spirit beasts, and spirit mines, it has become a paradise of its own with a lot of business transactions.

"There is a spiritual beast in Fangjing Mountain called the yellow-maned dolphin. Cultivators eat its meat to strengthen themselves. You must know that the physical foundation is the most needed in the early stage of Qi training. Local monks often eat this animal, so their cultivation is more advanced than others. I hereby I came here to bring back some for Junior Brother Feng, he has reached the peak of the third level, I hope he will enter the middle stage soon and become a formal disciple."

He wondered why he didn't come here with Feng Sanchu, it turned out that he was practicing meditation and had no time to come here.

But the yellow-maned pork meat is really useful, Zhao Chun nodded slightly, she can bring some back for the senior sisters to help them practice.

The two bought [-] catties of pork meat separately, not because it was too expensive, but because Fangjing City has regulations to restrict the purchase, in order to ensure that the yellow-maned pork can be passed on from generation to generation and avoid indiscriminate killing.

In addition, Zhao Chun also bought a scabbard made of snake skin with scales, which just fits the size of a Chifeng dagger, so that it finally got rid of the wrapping.

The two of them rested for one night, and the next morning, they left for the old sect's ruins.

The one-twelfth of what Meng Han said, counted as the number of people, is really quite a lot. Along the way, he saw several smoke boats, all of which were in the same direction as the two of them.

When it falls to the ground, you can see an octagonal altar, with white stone bases as steps, extending down the altar.

The remains of the Fengyan Sect are underground. The altar here was built by Fangjing City. There are nine of them.

The two entered from a staircase, the inside was very spacious, with torches lit on all sides, it was very bright.

This place has not yet reached the outer layer of the Fengyan Sect, so it has to go down, and it is a deep corridor in the middle, Zhao Chun's eyes gradually darken, but fortunately there are dim lights in the corridor, so that he won't lose his way completely.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was gradually the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in the forest, before Zhao Chun felt strange, he heard Meng Han saying from the side, "Here we are."

It was a place as quiet as a valley.

The place where the two of them are located is above the Fengyan Sect, so they can see an overview of the entire Sect when looking down, the mountain springs are surging among the rocks, the shadows of the trees are uneven, and the grass is luxuriant.

"It has been hidden underground for thousands of years, but the water is constantly flowing, and the vegetation is not rotten!" Zhao Chun sighed.

But Meng Han shook his head: "It's not grass." He jumped down with one hand holding Zhao Chun, the place is only a hundred meters away, it's no problem compared to a foundation builder monk.

Falling from a high place into the forest, within two breaths, Zhao Chun stretched out his hand to caress the towering giant tree, the tentacles were cold, not like plants.

Suddenly, a strange thought appeared in her mind, and she turned her head to look at Menghan.

"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 Fengyan Sect's uncanny workmanship. Everything we saw was made of artifacts. Such a fairy technique, thousands of years ago, has not been restored. It's Xiaozong's handwriting..."

"A hundred years ago, when the ruins were just excavated, the nine neighboring sects all came to compete for the method of refining the weapon. For a while, the battle in the Fangjing land was endless, and it was only after the division and acquisition that it was considered to have ceased."

Zhao Chun nodded, it's no wonder that many sects robbed such wonderful techniques, if the Lingzhen Sect is nearby, they might also fight for a piece of the magic technique.

She was surprised and regretful. She was shocked that the sect that could put out such a large sum of money was actually Xiaozong, but it was a pity that these foundations of immortal fate did not fall into the hands of Xiexiu...

The two of them walked in and heard Meng Han saying why Xiaozong was there.

The Hengyun world is like the small thousand world next to it. It governs a thousand small worlds, and the spiritual source is constantly flowing and endless.Tens of thousands of years ago, during a catastrophe, half of the world was shattered by an object, and many small worlds were displaced as a result, and their spiritual sources were lost.

The local monks kept finding the lost small world and slowly repaired the spiritual source, so that the Hengyun world did not collapse, but the inspiration was lost, and it was impossible to go back to the past.

The Fengyan Sect was destroyed thousands of years ago, but it is a sect that has been orthodox for tens of thousands of years. In the old days, Hengyun World was very popular with immortals, and there were many monks. Most of the sects and family inheritances were long and long. There is suspicion of interrupting the inheritance.

At that time, the Condensing Yuan Stage was everywhere, and there were many Minxuan Stages, and there were even more beautiful babies who were born to build a foundation. The Fengyan Sect was judged by the old standards, so it was naturally a small sect.

Zhao Chun lamented the impermanence of the world, and asked, "What is it that smashed half of the world?"

Meng Han smiled, disbelieving: "Listen to the ancestors, it is a tear."

(End of this chapter)