Master of Magic

Chapter 8 The Landscape Outside

"Shattering the Void!" The elders gasped, the Shattering Void seemed to have reached another realm, far beyond their reach.

The great elder's face was even more ashen, and there was a trace of jealousy and sternness in his dark eyes. Under his long sleeves, he clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was tense. Then he gradually relaxed, staring at the broken void man and muttering Yu: "Return to the Yuan Realm? The old man is coming soon."

Zilong, on the other hand, was overjoyed, and thought to himself: "Returning to the Yuan Realm! I didn't expect that the brother in charge of the sect has made such rapid progress. It seems that I have to work hard to step into the Returning Yuan Realm."

However, the red-haired man stood with his hands behind his back. On his face, he maintained that kind of indifference that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He stared at the person coming, as if he was not surprised.

Ye Fengqing looked at this man confidently. This is a very simple middle-aged man, but the aura emanating from it has a deep sense of oppression. The whole person is like a sharp sword not drawn out of its sheath. Standing there, you feel It's not that this is a person, but a god who looks down on the common people, and there is an oppressive atmosphere of a superior, which shows that this middle-aged man should be in a high position in the Purple Feather Immortal Sect.

This is Qing Xu, the current head of the Purple Feather Immortal Sect.

"The Zong Zong Ceremony is about to begin, let me set off!" Qing Xu said calmly to the crowd.

All the elders cupped their hands and said in unison: "I only respect the order of the head."

Then Qingxu turned around and walked in front of Ye Fengqing, raised his sword finger and turned it lightly in the air for a circle, a faint yellow air flow continuously poured into his fingertips, and then pointed to Ye Fengqing's knee, the yellow air flow sank into him like a mud cow entering the sea The damaged knees and damaged meridians were quickly repaired, and the blood began to circulate.

At this time, Ye Fengqing felt a faint cool air flow nourishing his broken knees, and the breath that sprung up like mushrooms made him intoxicated for a while.

Seeing that Ye Fengqing had almost recovered, Qingxu nodded, and said: "Little friend is suffering, but it's because I didn't take good care of it, little friend is here to rest for a while, after the Zongzong ceremony, we have important matters to discuss. "

Seeing Qing Xu being so polite, Ye Fengqing was flattered, a feeling of gratitude welled up spontaneously, he cupped his hands in thanks and said: "It's the boy who was unreasonable first, destroying the ancestral hall, and it's none of the others' business."

"Since my little friend is not going to pursue the matter, I'm going to the Zong Zong Ceremony." Qing Xu waved his big sleeves, stepped into the void, turned into a stream of light and drove towards the sky, and then all the elders in the hall also turned into streams of light, rushing out of the hall The door gradually disappeared between Qing Ming and Qing Ming.

Ye Fengqing walked out of the palace gate, "Shua! Shua! Shua!" Tens of thousands of people on the square turned into colorful streamers, shooting up into the sky like cannonballs, with bursts of sharp howls, like a group of giants in the sky. The birds flocked towards the ancestral hall, and after a while, they also disappeared in Qingming, and the square was filled with dust...

Time passed slowly, the sun slowly set with a pale sunset, and the dusk fell asleep for a long time, with a few rays of the setting sun shining from time to time.

In the main hall, Ye Fengqing remembered the heavy steps from time to time, walked up and down non-stop, and his stomach started to growl, his brows were tightly frowned, but he was eager, and whispered: "Why haven't you come yet, it's been so long."

It is also that monks' concept of time cannot be compared with that of ordinary people, especially monks with higher cultivation bases, people say for a while, it may be ten years or a hundred years. "Grunt..." Ye Fengqing held his empty stomach and made up his mind: "I can't wait any longer, I have to find some food."

Outside the hall, the sky was lazily blue, and the darkness slowly rose from the sky. After a while, the full moon rose, and the silence followed the cloud-like moonlight on the square and pavilions.

Ye Fengqing dragged his exhausted body out of the palace gate, looked around, as if he was looking for something, suddenly a faint light came into his eyes not far ahead, he seemed to see hope, and his whole body became energetic stand up.

So Ye Fengqing started his search for food.

At night, it was as dark as ink, and the moon in the sky exuded a slight chill. At this moment, the square had become empty, and a gust of cold wind blew past Ye Fengqing.

"There won't be ghosts!" Ye Fengqing muttered to himself, and after a while he laughed at himself, "This is the Purple Feather Immortal Gate, where immortals live, how could there be ghosts?" The ray of light in the place is explored.

Gradually away from Xinghua Palace, endless darkness and incomparable silence wrapped around Ye Fengqing, except for the faint light in the distance, the sound of his footsteps and the rumbling stomach of my aunt, I couldn't hear a single sound.

Strange world, strange environment, groping in the dark Ye Fengqing felt endless loneliness, a chilling feeling of loneliness permeated his whole body, under the moonlight, he kept walking on the white road less than one meter wide under his feet Far, far away.

"There will be no ghosts!" A gust of cold wind blew, Ye Fengqing felt something staring at him behind him, turned around suddenly, but found nothing, then quickened his pace, ran forward, and ran for a long time After a certain distance, Ye Fengqing finally stopped, panting heavily, and kept muttering: "I'm not afraid of cancer, I'm not afraid of death, why am I still so panicked after walking all night."

After resting for a while, Ye Fengqing continued to walk forward, but at this moment he became panicked, the white path under his feet had disappeared, and then he turned his head suddenly, darkness filled everything, except for a few wisps of fog that floated up. Also don't see anything.

Cold sweat began to emerge from Ye Fengqing's back, he turned his head and looked at the front again, there was still nothing but darkness, a sense of powerlessness mixed with a trace of fear rushed out of his heart, followed by boundless regret "Fuck, fuck It’s fine if you didn’t run just now, otherwise you won’t get lost.”

After a long time, Ye Fengqing's heart gradually calmed down. Looking ahead, a huge silhouette appeared before his eyes under the moonlight. "There is a mountain ahead," Ye Fengqing muttered in his heart, "A mountain, a mountain" he muttered in a low voice, rubbing his chin with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, his eyeballs were constantly rolling, pacing back and forth, stepping on his feet. The dead branches and fallen leaves of the tree were trampled on the ground, as if trying to think about something.

Suddenly a light flashed in the dark eyes, and he slapped his wrinkled forehead vigorously with his big hand, suddenly realized, and said: "A mountain! Climb to the top of the mountain to see if you can find any light source."

Ye Fengqing raised his head and looked at the big mountain in front of him. The height is at most about 700 meters, and it's not too steep, so he can climb it.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and the sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves rose from the night, mixed with the laughter of a girl. There seemed to be more than one kind of sound. At this moment, Ye Fengqing's soul changed suddenly, almost full of fear, and he broke out in cold sweat. Shivering.

(End of this chapter)