Master Yu Xing was meditating under the double trees of Xumi Mansion, and Li Kuchan was beside him reporting on the situation of the group in southern Xinjiang.
"Kuchan, you said someone in Shiwan Mountain has become the new witch god?"
Master Yuxing was a little surprised. Of course he knew what kind of existence the Witch God was, and the Witch God had disappeared for more than two thousand years and was not suitable for reappearance.
"The daughter of King Li, Li Meng."
"It is said in the ancient songs of southern Xinjiang that there will be a person who will help the witch tribe survive the disaster, and there will be a foreigner who will help her become the new witch god. Do you know who this foreigner is?"
This foreigner was ignored by Li Kuchan, but the old monk knew very well that no matter who got the support of Southern Xinjiang, it would affect the future direction of Yuling Continent.
"I found out that this man's name is Fan Qi, and his cultivation is at the seventh level of Wangxian, but my disciples have never seen or heard this man's name in Bafu." Li Kuchan replied, "But I met Wu Liujia there!
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"The people who travel most frequently with Southern Xinjiang are Tianxin Mansion and our Xumi Mansion. Zhang Lingsu and I have the same plan. The eternal night of the Eight Prefectures is coming to Southern Xinjiang and we can't stay out of it. We originally thought that we could win over the three tribes in Southern Xinjiang to strengthen Xumi Mansion.
The momentum seems to be impossible now."
"The three kings of Southern Xinjiang are only at the eighth level of Wangxian. There are many strong men like me in Xumifu. This disciple thinks that there is no need to spend so much effort."
Master Yu Xing shook his head.
"After the first generation of witch gods entered the realm of immortal immortality, they opened up a living space for the witch clan in the wild Shiwan Mountains.
But at the same time, everyone in the Wu clan also shared the divine punishment suffered by the Witch God. The three million people and the land were all bound by an inescapable yoke. No matter how they practiced, no one could break through as long as they were in southern Xinjiang.
The cultivation of the eighth level of Wangxian.
If the Witch King cooperates with the Xumi Mansion, and the strong men of the Xumi Mansion take action to bring the three tribes here, the three kings of the Witch Clan and other powerful men will have several ninth-level powerhouses, which is just a pity."
Suddenly, Master Yu Xing felt a powerful spiritual power sweeping across Mount Sumeru, and Master Yu Xing's figure floated into the air like a ray of light.
"Master, what's going on?" Li Kuchan asked.
"Someone is searching the entire Yuling Continent with huge spiritual consciousness. This kind of atmosphere is strange but also somewhat familiar..."
Master Yuxing didn't think of who it could be for the moment, and when he was about to return, he suddenly looked to the north. After all, there were not many people with this kind of strength in the entire Yuling Continent.
"Huang Fuweng, I actually forgot that you are still alive..."
"Huang Fuweng in vain? Who is he?"
Generally speaking, the names of the most powerful men in the Eight Prefectures shocked Yuling, but they had never heard of Huang Fuweng.
"The second-generation Wen Mansion is the first academic institution in Yuling Continent, and is also the strongest generation in the history of the Eight Mansion. In addition to being the most powerful in the world, the disciples trained by Xiaoyao Gong each have the qualifications to be the master of the palace."
"If Zhuji cannot resist the wind, all things will be destroyed. Lu Daoxuan, dragons and phoenixes will take off from Wei Changli. All of these disciples have heard of it, except Huang Fuweng!"
"Huang Fuweng was recognized by Xiaoyao Gong as the person with the strongest talent as a painter after the savage era. However, his approach to painting was completely different from that of the Wenfu, which was based on his understanding of landscapes. Therefore, the Wenfu did not establish a biography for him.
Although he does not have the name of master and apprentice, he is actually a master and apprentice. Lu Daoxuan, Wei Changli, and Qi Cifeng have all passed on his top painting skills."
Huang Fuweng's brief appearance shocked all the eight palace lords. Once there was no doubt about the power of the Wen Palace, but until now it was a lingering nightmare in the hearts of the old Confucian scholars in the Confucian Palace. Now that nightmare has come again.
During the battle in the Qing capital, some of the eight palace masters visited the Wen Mansion in person using the method of mind travel. Now, Huang Fuweng searched the Yuling Continent in the same way, but he never found those two people.
"what happened…."
Jiang Yan explained the causes and consequences of the Baiyang Sect's siege and destruction of Wenfu in Qingdu. Huang Fuweng felt as if his backbone had been ripped out, and he couldn't believe it was true no matter what.
How powerful Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli were, such people actually became the first batch of victims before the eternal night fell in the Eight Prefectures.
"So you came here to test whether I am Boss Qing?"
After Jiang Yan met Huang Fuweng, he found that he had already given up all hope and was just a living dead person guarding a sad place. How could such a person be Boss Qing?
"Yes, after all, the boss is the culprit in Mr. Wei's death celebration. But apart from this, I also want to ask you to come out and take charge of the overall situation of the Wenfu, firstly to take revenge, and secondly to revive the Qing capital!"
Although Jiang Lun is now at the eighth level of Wangxian, he is still far away from the real palace master state, and even the Taoist state is out of reach. If Huang Fuweng agrees to leave Shanwen Mansion, he will usher in a real core
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I thought Huang Fuweng would agree, but his performance was very dull. Only when he heard that Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli died, there were some waves.
"The same to you…"
Jiang Lian was just about to say that you are also a disciple of the Wenfu, when he suddenly thought that he learned from Lu Tanwei that Huang Fuweng was the only self-taught painter. With his talent of painting mountains and water, he became the most famous painter in the history of Yuling Continent.
A good landscape painter, his painting skills are of his own and have little to do with the Wenfu.
He wanted to persuade Huang Fuweng to come out of the mountain, but he didn't have many powerful words.
"Master, it's enough for you to sit here for four hundred years. Leave here and your disciples can always be at your knees."
Lu Tanwei knelt down directly in front of Huang Fuweng. The people in Wen Mansion were so temperamental that they couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.
He cried because he had seen Huang Fuweng when he was young. At that time, Huang Fuweng was tolerant of the world and gentle to everyone. He was as gentle as jade, elegant and sentimental, and was a man as careful as his hair. Now we see him again.
He is an old man who is about to die, his heart is as gray as ashes, and even his life span has come to an end.
If Huang Fuweng cannot be persuaded to leave, they may not have the chance to meet again.
His only disciple cried loudly, and Huang Fuweng touched his head. He was still a boy and a half when he was accepted as his disciple, and now his temples are still gray.
"Tanwei, I have died since the death of Wan'er and Heping'er."
"Huang Fuweng, you are such a great hero, but now you are willing to die in obscurity? You can even ignore the hatred between Mr. Wei and my master?" Jiang Yan was a little angry.
"Even great heroes have their time to grow old. If I were young, I might still have some ambitions. Now that I am old, I have taken a dim view of life and death. It's just a matter of time. What's the point of going out? It's better to die in the woods than to grow old. After all, people can only increase loneliness.
You can’t control the general trend of heaven and earth!”
No matter how Lu Tanwei and Jiang Chan tried to persuade them, Huang Fuweng remained unmoved and Jiang Chan was completely desperate.
"Master Wei and my master both know that you are still alive and that you are living in seclusion here. They don't want to disturb you even if they die. These two are the wise men I admire most in my life. Maybe they are right, but I don't
Nothing else should be expected of you."
"Painter Huang, farewell."
This call of Painter Huang could be regarded as Jiang Yan's final farewell to this famous literary figure. Lu Tanwei wanted to persuade him again but knew it was in vain.
Just as they were about to leave, Huang Fuweng's body dispersed in the wind.