future era of immortality

Chapter 211
Seeing the small and dense words on the jade book, Su Nuan's expression remained unchanged, and her heart was already filled with huge waves, because the jade book recorded a thaumaturgy called "Shenji Jade Book", in which It contains secret methods such as divination, seeking good luck and avoiding evil, etc. If you practice it to a high level, you can also have all kinds of incredible abilities such as predicting prophets and whim.

This kind of thaumaturgy is rarely spread in the world, and monks who practice this kind of thaumaturgy are even rarer. Once it appears, most of them will be recruited by major forces, promising great benefits, and enjoying endless glory for a lifetime.

There are not many people who are really willing to practice this technique, just because of leaking the secrets, people who practice this technique often do not live long, and most of them end up tragically.

Su Nuan is very familiar with this technique, because she once knew a person who practiced this technique, and that person was Wan Qingxuan from the Wanxing Gate. The two unique skills she practiced were "Wanxing Strategy" The second is the "Shenji Yushu".

In particular, this "Shenji Jade Book" is a forbidden technique of Wanxingmen. It is strictly forbidden for ordinary disciples in the sect to practice it. Successors should not use this technique lightly, unless it is used when the sect is alive or dead.

Looking at the jade book, Su Nuan was slightly stunned, sad in her heart, and couldn't help but fall into reminiscence.

Memories.

In the morning palace.

"Old Ancestor, the people from the Ten Thousand Stars Gate asked me to hand over this jade slip to the Old Ancestor." Xiaohuan presented a jade slip to Huang Wu.

Huang Wu lay on her side on the couch, heard the words, slowly opened her eyes, waved her hand, and the jade slip flew towards her, fell into her hand, and her spiritual sense explored it, and it was the clue to the secret realm she had been looking for for a long time.

After getting this clue, Huang Wu was in a good mood and thought of Wan Qingxuan.

"Where are the others?"

Huang Wu asked this question, wanting to give Wan Qingxuan some benefits, since this person is so capable in handling affairs, it is also appropriate to give some benefits.

"Back to the old ancestor, the man didn't come, but a junior sent by him. I think he finally gave up."

Xiaohuan replied with a smile.

"Don't you annoy him, Patriarch, it would be a good thing if he doesn't come, I'll make a pot of tea for you, Patriarch." After finishing speaking, Xiaohuan turned and left.

Huang Wu felt strange, in the past Wan Qingxuan personally sent it, why did he send a junior here this time, could it be that he finally gave up?
If Wan Qingxuan really gave up, Huang Wu would not be too surprised.

Thinking about it this way, Huang Wu felt a little more uneasy, thinking it was not like this.

Wan Qingxuan was different from other men she had seen. This man had been like this for hundreds of years and had never changed. There must be a reason why he changed today.

Thinking of this, Huang Wu felt even more uneasy, and immediately left the soft couch.

"Ancestor."

Xiaohuan walked over with the spiritual tea, and found that the ancestor was no longer on the couch, she looked left and right, but she didn't see it.

Wanxingmen, Shenji Peak.

In a courtyard, the courtyard is covered with white cloth.

In the house, there is a sarcophagus. In front of the coffin, there are more than a dozen people kneeling on the ground with sad expressions.

"Young master, why did you die like this, ah."

A man in his twenties was crying, wiping his tears from time to time, very sad, crying heartbreakingly.

"Master, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die." A female disciple cried.

The others were also crying sadly.

Suddenly, a breeze blew from outside the door. Everyone didn't care, but they didn't think that a woman appeared here.

It was Huang Wu who came, and she stared straight at the spiritual tablet above, with the words Wan Qingxuan written on it, she was stunned for a moment.

"senior!"

The man stopped crying, and looked at Huang Wu with a little fear, knowing how powerful this female devil is, only the young master dared to show no fear in front of this female devil.

"What are you doing here, you witch, get out, you are not welcome here, get out!"

The female disciple stood up and shouted at Huang Wu, her delicate face became distorted due to anger, the man quickly got up and covered the female disciple's mouth.

With a flustered expression on his face, he used his spiritual thoughts to communicate with his female disciple: "Stop talking, you will kill us, do you know who she is, once she gets angry, we will all go to reunite with the young master."

"I'm not afraid. I'll die at worst. Master is dead. I don't want to live anymore. Master was so kind to me before he was alive. I'm willing to die with him." With the courage to be afraid of nothing, he didn't even use divine thoughts to say this, but just blurted it out.

The man was so frightened that his legs gave way and he almost fell down. He looked at Huang Wu in horror.

Huang Wu turned a deaf ear, her eyes still stayed on the spiritual seat, and after a while, she turned her head and looked at these two people.

Her eyes stayed on the man, she recognized him, she had come to Hehuan Sect together with Wan Qingxuan, met him once, and remembered it.

"How did your son die?"

Huang Wu's face was calm, neither happy nor sad, her voice was very soft and calm, she couldn't hear any joy or anger, but she was hiding murderous intentions.

She and Wan Qingxuan have known each other for hundreds of years. During that period, she also found some people very annoying. She wanted to kill him many times, but she held back. Later, she found that this person was useful, so she didn't think about killing him again.

But he didn't think that Wan Qingxuan died so silently. Even the jade slips sent did not mention the news of his death. Maybe it was because he was afraid that she would be sad.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the corpse in the sarcophagus was actually Wan Qingxuan's true self with his divine sense, Huang Wu would have dared to believe that the smiling, cheerful, sometimes reckless and silly guy had died.

I thought I wouldn't be sad, but why, there is such a trace of reluctance and anger in my heart.

If Wan Qingxuan was killed by someone, she would avenge him no matter what.

Not for anything else, but for Wan Qingxuan's dedication to serving her for hundreds of years, and this alone is enough to make a move for her.

Before the man heard Huang Wu, he didn't dare to look at Huang Wu. He suddenly felt sad, tears streaming down his face, and said vaguely: "Young master...Young master...he died of illness."

After finishing speaking, I was sobbing.

The relationship between him and the young master is very deep. He was an ordinary casual cultivator, but was rescued by the young master. He was willing to be an ox or a horse to repay the young master. He became the young master's book boy. This companionship lasted for hundreds of years. Brother, is there any reason not to be sad.

"Your son has a supernatural power level cultivation base. With such a cultivation base, he is free from all diseases. How can he die of illness? Who did he offend and was killed by someone? Tell the truth."

Huang Wu looked at the man, and didn't believe what the man said, even a monk in the Qi refining period, because of cultivation, he is physically strong and free from all diseases, let alone Wan Qingxuan who has a supernatural power.

Wan Qingxuan still has a long lifespan, if he hadn't been killed by someone, how could he have fallen.

No one in this world would believe it if it was said that a cultivator in the realm of supernatural powers died of illness.

I don't know if others believe in Huang Wu or not, but Huang Wu is the first one not to believe it.

(End of this chapter)