After the immortal disappeared

If the gods confirm that the Dafang Pot is in Panlong City, then this kind of temptation will not be applied to it.

He Lingchuan also secretly let out a sigh of relief. So, with the protection of the divine bones, he is safe?

It doesn't seem right either. Panlong City could not escape destruction in the end, almost the same fate as Yuan Kingdom.

In other words, the god may have found out the whereabouts of the square pot again.

Mi Tian once said a key word:

breath.

The smell of a large square pot.

Under what circumstances will the breath of the square pot leak out and be sensed by the lid?

He Lingchuan thought of the great terror he felt on the white jade steps in front of the Star-Zhailing Tower.

Because the lid of the pot is in the Star-Zhaing Tower, the sacred bone necklace conveys the impatience of the generous pot?

The two divine objects were originally one, and of course it instinctively longed to be whole again.

No wonder, no wonder, when Zhu Erniang from Demon Nest Swamp asked him to go to Xu Mountain, the reaction of the Divine Bone Necklace would be so violent. For it, even if it eats all the treasures in the world, which one can compare with its original pot lid?

"Is the key to the mutual echo between these two treasures lies in the distance? The closer the distance, the stronger the gravity and the stronger the induction?" Zhong Shengguang also speculated, then shook his head and denied himself, "Obviously not right, it can't be that simple."

Yes, it won't be that simple. Because Twilight Plains and Lingxu City are thousands of miles apart, when the second illusion occurred in the ruins of Thousand Stars City, God immediately sent Bai Ziqi to investigate; the northern part of Chiyan and Lingxu City were hundreds of miles apart, and the red giant in the square pot Not long after the shadow swallowed up the hundred-faced nightmare, Bai Ziqi rushed to Bai Shaqian.

It can be seen that the gods detect the position of the square pot not only by distance changes.

"Think about it the other way around -" Zhong Shengguang pondered, "When will the divine bone necklace be unable to cover up the aura of the square pot?"

"When the large square pot releases a large amount of energy, or interacts strongly with the outside world."

A fourth person's voice suddenly sounded at the scene.

The red general arrived, wearing thin leather armor and no mask.

She just jumped over the wall and didn't even need a guard to open the door for her.

"At that time, Tianluo Star will light up."

He Lingchuan's heart moved when he heard this.

Shao Jian immediately stood up and faced each other. Zhong Shengguang frowned and looked at Mi Tian: "You knew this a long time ago, but you didn't tell me?"

"Other gods can sense the large square pot, and I can also sense that the lid is in Lingxu City through the large square pot. The artifacts are one body, and of course they echo each other from a distance." Mitian said lightly, "You can't use the large square pot, so what's the use of knowing more?"

She believed that Zhong Shengguang didn't need to know.

"The last time you were defeated was because of your arrogance." Zhong Shengguang raised his glass to her, "Do you want to make the same mistake again?"

He was extremely unhappy, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Zhong Shengguang drank slowly and did not panic.

Mi Tian glanced at him and Shao Jian respectively: "Distribute the punishment dragon pillars as soon as possible so that we can follow up."

Facing this god, Shao Jian did not dare to be as supportive as Zhong Shengguang, and immediately bowed in response.

Mi Tian turned around and strode away.

The room fell silent for a moment, no one said a word.

Zhong Shengguang drank two more glasses of wine.

Shao Jian estimated that the Red General had gone far away and could not hear the two of them talking, so he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Is that child Wu regret still there?"

Zhong Shengguang didn't answer. Instead, he put down his glass and said, "You drank too much. You have to set off on the road tomorrow morning."

He called He Lingchuan forward: "Help him return to the hospital to rest, and give him more sobering soup."

"Yes." He Lingchuan wanted to help Shao Jian, but the man waved his hand, "No, I'm not that drunk."

He stood up and waddled out.

…

Early the next morning, we were at the post station in the southern suburbs of Panlong City.

Shao Jian left the city with other caravans and received no special treatment.

Many people bid farewell at the pavilion here.

Zhong Shengguang, dressed in regular clothes and a curtain hat, also came to see his old friend off.

The two patted each other's shoulders and looked at each other in silence.

The journey here is long and difficult, with high mountains and long rivers. I don’t know when we will see each other again.

Everyone has his own ideals and his own responsibilities.

Each has its own perseverance and each has its own dangers.

Thousands of words finally turned into one cherished word.

"Go back!" Shao Jian rode ten feet away and turned around. Seeing that Zhong Shengguang was still there, he couldn't help waving and laughing, "In a few years, I will definitely come back to have a drink with you!"

His figure gradually faded away. Zhong Shengguang watched his friend leave, as if standing still like a statue.

A flute sound sounded from somewhere, melodious and overwhelming.

Shao Jian probably heard it too. He looked back at the low mountain next to the inn, as if he was raising his hand to say goodbye. He Lingchuan saw the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes from laughter.

Who is there?

On the way back to the city, Zhong Shengguang was silent all the way.

Entering the official office, he turned to He Lingchuan and said: "Your mission has been successfully completed. Go back. The Pengcheng Office has its own records."

These days, He Lingchuan's mission is to protect Shao Jian's safety.

Now that the guest has left Panlong City, his mission ends here.

"yes."

Zhong Shengguang left on his own and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

His back was a little bleak.

After staying with Shao Jian for many days and never going home, He Lingchuan wanted to go out and call a donkey cart, but unexpectedly someone came to post the notice on the official notice wall.

He Lingchuan took a look and found out that Wenxiantang had updated its lecture courses.

Open classes need to be informed seven days in advance.

He hurriedly browsed and found that the second one was "Selected Flute, Fingering and Music Notation".

Ah, this, I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it.

His gaze continued downwards and he automatically skipped several classes, but none of them interested him.

However, the guy who changed the course was careless and only tore off most of last week's notice, leaving a smaller half of the paper stuck to the wall.

He Lingchuan discovered a lecture on this torn piece of paper:

"Independence from the World - Where are the ancient monsters at home today?" 》, the speaker is Xu Shichu.

Hiss, this is not about Zhu Erniang?

Besides, the speaker’s name sounded familiar, as if I’d heard it somewhere.

He Lingchuan looked at the lecture time again——

What a coincidence, it's ongoing. Rush now, maybe it's still too late.

He immediately went out and took a donkey cart: "Go to the Xiantang Hall, quickly!"

…

The Tiankeng where Wenxian Hall is located was crowded with people today, and the number of listeners was twice as large as usual.

He Lingchuan arrived late and tried to squeeze in, but he didn't even have a place to stand, which shows how popular this class is.

He had no choice but to lean against the stone pillar.

There is still some space here, and no one wants to sit next to the stone pillars in winter, which makes them feel cold.

He Lingchuan also shuddered.

On the way, he remembered who Xu Shichu was:

Sun Fuling's mentor, the mountain chief, or dean of Shuqin Academy.

The white-bearded dean in his imagination was only about forty years old, with handsome eyebrows and elegant eyes.

He Lingchuan often went to Wenxiantang to attend classes, but this was the first time he met Xu Shichu.

The dean doesn't come often, but he is very popular, as you can tell by the crowds in the sinkhole.

This class has been going on for an hour and is about to come to an end. The theoretical part has been completed and now it is time for open questions. Someone may have asked Zhu Erniang before. After all, this is a living example of the ancient demon fairy, and she is also a neighbor + trading partner of Panlong City. Well, although there have been unpleasant encounters before.

Xu Shichu's views were similar to what He Lianchen said at the beginning, and He Lingchuan suspected that the two people communicated frequently in private. Anyway, He Lianchen often goes to Shuqin Academy for classes, right?

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has declined, and the once powerful demons and immortals are like beached whales. They cannot wait for the next high tide and can only die with hatred. There are very few ancient demons and immortals who survive to this day. Even if there were, it would probably be like Zhu Erniang, who adopted the method of seizing the body to extend his life, but his cultivation level could not care about it.

If the spiritual energy never recovers, time is their biggest enemy.

Seizing a body is risky, and many immortals have disappeared because of it.

Seeing that there were others eager to give it a try, He Lingchuan interrupted the question without waiting for Xu Shichu to finish the last few words: "Then there are no immortals from ancient times who can survive without shedding their shells or seizing their bodies, and can still maintain their own identity?"

His behavior was a bit rude, but Xu Shichu didn't care:

"To be able to survive into the present world, this kind of great demon must have unique advantages and be able to continuously obtain more spiritual energy in the current environment to maintain what it needs."

Speaking of this, Xu Shichu fell into deep thought.

It is not easy to find an example in today's environment.

He thought for a long time, and He Lingchuan simply made his intention clear: "Dean Xu, can Shanze in Xushan be counted as one?"

As soon as the word "Xushan" came out, Xu Shichu raised his head, pointed at him and said:

"Forget it, of course it does! Yes, yes, yes, Xushan Shanze is the ancient demon who is still alive! You gave this example well, very well!"

Everyone became interested immediately. How awesome does such a big shot have to be to survive to this day?

Xu Shichu said seriously: "This Shanze's name is Juju."

On the board next to him, he wrote the two characters "娨 Ju".

Not to mention that the soldiers and civilians in Panlong City don't understand it. He Lingchuan, who travels all over the world, doesn't know this name... Oh, wait, he seems to have heard of it somewhere before?

Juju literally means fire in the stone mountain.

"This is a powerful but extremely low-key monster. Very few people in the world have seen its true face, because it has been dormant for at least ninety-nine years and ten months in a hundred years." Xu Shichu continued to explain, "Its identity It’s also very special, it has been the guardian spirit beast of the Great Return Sect since ancient times!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion in the audience.

He Lingchuan also subconsciously stood up straight.

Everyone knows that the location of Bejia Lingxu City was the original territory of the Great Return Sect. Dean Xu said this to tell everyone, is the guardian spirit beast of the Great Return Sect still alive?

If it is alive, who is it guarding the mountain for now?

"Yes, that's right, it's just like you thought." Xu Shichu said, "Now Ju Ju is the patron saint of Xu Mountain!"

Xushan...?

He Lingchuan's heart froze.

"The predecessor of Xushan Mountain was called Shoutan Mountain. No matter whether it was the Great Huanzong period or modern times, it was the mountain swamp of Shoutan Mountain." Xu Shichu said, "It was born in lava. In ancient times, it was a head that could reach a hundred feet tall. (More than three hundred meters) rock fire monster!”