In the gloomy and dark Ten Thousand Demons Cave, a dull bell suddenly rang, interrupting the conversation between Feng Ziyue and Meng Huang.
"Tonight, the demons have finally been wiped out."
Menghuang suddenly stood up and looked behind the deep cave, "Hey! Do you want to come with me?"
It is definitely impossible to return the same way. My actions have probably been detected by the people of Canglan Holy Mountain. In this case, I can just go with Menghuang.
At worst, return the Xiantian Zhiyuan Fruit in your arms to them. Anyway, I don't care about this thing.
Feng Ziyue nodded. He was now full of doubts and urgently needed answers.
And his intuition told him that the answer might be revealed soon after leaving the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
He followed Menghuang all the way east, and Canglan Mountain disciples appeared in twos and threes on the road, with tired faces and blood on their bodies. There were also some corpses and seriously injured people who had been carried out. There was no sadness on the faces of his companions.
, it seems that he has already gotten used to it.
"The body of the maid just now..."
Feng Ziyue suddenly remembered something.
"Don't worry about it," Menghuang shook his head and interrupted him, "The corpse of a person who turned into a demon will be corroded by the pure white mist and turned into powder when taken out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. It is better to just leave it here.
In the cave, it turned into rotten earth."
Feng Ziyue was silent. Although these young men were not very old, they already regarded life and death as ordinary. From this, we can see how brutal this monster's night attack was.
On the way, he also met the young man in yellow shirt whom he met for the first time. The young man in yellow shirt seemed quite surprised, but when he saw him walking with Menghuang, he didn't even dare to say a word and just bowed his head and left.
The disciples who were traveling with them seemed to have a sense of awe - even fear - towards Menghuang. Others were gathered together, but no one came to accompany Menghuang.
This also made Feng Ziyue feel a little confused, but it was not easy to ask.
After passing through the deep cave, passing three passes, and then passing through two stone gates, we arrived at the exit under Qinglong Peak. A steep staircase led directly to the top of our head. The cold moonlight came in, leaving a lonely feeling on the stone steps.
shadow.
"The Master of Divination Palace is asking, is there a Fengzi Yuefeng Master here? Please come up quickly!"
A high-pitched shout came from the top of the mountain, echoing endlessly in the pit.
Feng Ziyue had long expected that since they knew his identity, they would be waiting at various exits. He was also expected to hear someone shouting. He smiled lightly, and stepped forward under Menghuang's surprised gaze.
ladder.
"Feng Ziyue is here, the Lord of Laobu Palace is waiting for you!"
He answered loudly and climbed up the stairs.
After a while, only the sound of footsteps was heard, but the master of Zhenwu Palace, Bu Tianyi, could no longer bear his temper and ran down. When he saw Feng Ziyue, his expression changed and he smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect Mr. Feng to accidentally enter this place."
, I’m afraid I was frightened, so forgive me! Forgive me!”
Menghuang was a little strange, "Old Bu, what on earth is going on?"
Bu Tianyi bowed awkwardly, "Miss, this matter is a long story, and I will probably explain it to you in the future - but now, Lord Wu Sheng wants to summon Mr. Feng immediately, so..."
"Now?"
Menghuang was startled and looked up at the moonlight, "Shouldn't this be the time for my father to retreat? How could it be?"
Feng Ziyue was shocked. Bu Tianyi was very respectful to Menghuang, but he didn't expect Menghuang to be the daughter of the Martial Saint! No wonder everyone is so in awe of her, her identity is really special - but this is also
Their fear cannot be explained.
Feng Ziyue was silent and listened to Bu Tianyi mutter: "I don't know about this matter, but Master Wusheng has sent several elders to guard the exits of the other three peaks. As soon as Mr. Feng comes out, he will immediately take him with him.
Go to the quiet room..."
Menghuang was secretly shocked. Her father, the Martial Saint, had been in seclusion for many years. Except for the second day of February every year, when he went down to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave to deal with the most violent night attack of demons, at this time every night, he would practice hard in a quiet room alone.
No one in sight.
Now he would actually make an exception for this Feng Ziyue?
And from what Bu Tianyi said, Feng Ziyue's entry into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave was a complete accident. This series of doubts made her confused.
"Lord Martial Saint has summoned me, and I have asked for you. Palace Master, please lead the way!"
For Feng Ziyue, he would have to meet Wu Sheng sooner or later. It would be the best to meet him at this time and clear up his doubts. Although Wu Sheng is famous and has unfathomable strength, Feng Ziyue is the madman of Lian Chu.
If you dare to resist, why should you be afraid of a martial saint?
What's more, he is still concerned about the safety of his father Feng Bufan.
"I have something to ask the Palace Master. I don't know who was traveling with me before..."
Bu Tianyi smiled bitterly, "Young Master's friend was very skilled in martial arts. He slapped me in the face and disappeared immediately. Master Wu Sheng said that as long as you see Young Master Feng, you will naturally meet Young Master Feng's friends, so at this moment, on Canglan Mountain, there are also
I didn’t spend any effort looking for him..."
When he said this, Feng Ziyue felt a little calmer. He had known that Feng Bufan had been hiding in Canglan Mountain for many years and must have some tricks. Moreover, he could roughly grasp the progress of his father's martial arts. Although Bu Tianyi could exert his innate strength, but
It is not easy to defeat him. It is normal to suffer a small loss when caught off guard. However, Feng Ziyue was always a little worried before hearing the news.
Menghuang next to him was confused, and he didn't even understand what riddles they were playing.
"Miss, I'll take my leave now."
Even Bu Tianyi himself seemed a little afraid of Menghuang. He hurriedly pulled Feng Ziyue, said goodbye to Menghuang, descended from Qinglong Peak, crossed the Yunzhong Plank Road, and returned to the main peak of Canglan Mountain.
Along the way, Feng Ziyue didn't say much to him, just closed his eyes and meditated, considering the current situation.
Canglan Mountain's reaction is always a little weird.
It would be understandable if they demanded the Innate Supreme Fruit from themselves aggressively, or even turned against them, but they were still polite and gave up tracking their father Feng Bufan. Wu Sheng was still anxious to see him, but there was always
It has a weird smell.
However, all secrets must be tied to the Martial Saint.
This meeting will definitely clear up all the doubts in his mind.
Wu Sheng's quiet room was in a desolate open space. At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the thatched cottage. It seemed a bit desolate. The cold wind was blowing, and the window of the thatched cottage
The wind chimes in front of me were tinkling, making me look even more lonely.
The wild grass in the open space has grown to knee-high, making a rustling sound when the wind blows. The moss at the door of the thatched cottage has also grown up the steps. It seems that few people come in or out.
The owner of Canglan Holy Mountain, a generation of martial saint, actually lives in such a desolate and desolate place?
Still ten feet away from the thatched hut, Bu Tianyi stopped and bowed down. Before he could speak, he heard a quiet voice coming from the thatched hut.
"Tianyi, bring him in!"
The voice was not very high, but it sounded warmly in the ears, showing the outstanding strength of the people in the thatched cottage.
Feng Ziyue's heart trembled, and his evaluation of this martial saint was a little higher.
Although it is just a sentence, the momentum displayed is not as good as Chu Kuangren, but it is not inferior to Long Buyang. Legend has it that the strength of the martial saint in Canglan Holy Mountain is not strong, and he only relies on the white mist on the mountain to dominate one side.
I'm afraid it's a bit exaggerated.
"I obey my orders!"
Bu Tianyi agreed and led Feng Ziyue to the front of the house. The door opened without any wind, revealing a solitary lamp like a bean.
Other than that, the quiet room looked empty.
On the ground, there was a wooden sword, a futon, a pot of tea, and a rough porcelain cup.
The figure of Wu Sheng was covered by the wall, but could not be seen.
Just looking at the furnishings in this room, it is even more unimaginable that this is the residence of the Martial Saint - compared with the guest rooms in Canglan Holy Mountain, this place is more than a thousand times crude!
"Feng Ziyue pays homage to the Martial Saint!"
Feng Ziyue did not dare to neglect, and bowed at the door, then stepped into the quiet room, looked up, and saw Wu Sheng sitting lonely under the solitary lamp, his eyes closed, except for the wooden sword in front of him.
, there wasn’t even a cup.
It seems that the pot of tea is also prepared for entertaining guests.
This old man seemed to have no need for anything. His face was calm and serene, his white eyebrows were drooped, his white hair was neat, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead looked like they had been cut by a knife.
According to the physiognomy, this old man must have a lonely and unlucky appearance. His face is long and narrow, his eyebrows are like beans, the tip of his nose is hooked, his earlobes are short, and his lips are extremely thin. It is really hard to tell that he has become the Holy Mountain of Canglan.
The blessing of the master.
However, the combination of these facial features actually formed a harmonious and natural temperament. Especially when he opened his eyes, Feng Ziyue's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Feng Ziyue has seen many people with great eyesight.
For example, grandfather Feng Tianhe has long-term domineering and fierceness, and his eyes are like tigers; another example is teacher Gongyang Xi, although he is low-key, but when he suddenly opens his eyes, he is like an eagle; as for Chu Kuangren, his eyes are like fire, and it seems that he can do it at any time
Can set the world on fire.
But Wu Sheng's eyes are different from them.
When he looked over, his ordinary glance made Feng Ziyue feel alarmed, as if his gaze, which had seen thousands of years of vicissitudes, could immediately see through him completely.
Who has such eyes?
"sit!"
Wu Sheng nodded slightly and pointed to the futon in front of him. Feng Ziyue hesitated for a moment and sat down cross-legged. Bu Tianyi came over and poured tea for him, but he was extremely surprised.
When have you ever seen Wu Sheng be so polite to others? He actually has tea prepared?
This kid is just a young man who has just passed the Tianwu trial. Even if he becomes the successor of Tianwu, there are four elders above him. Those four people can only sit quietly with Wu Sheng. When can they have a drink of water?
drink?
This young man is plotting to seize the Holy White Xanthium Fruit. The Martial Saint seemed quite wary of him before. Why would he...
Bu Tianyi was full of doubts, but he did not dare to speak and lowered his head in silence.
"In the mountains and fields, we can only serve crude tea. This tea is made from Huangjing. I don't know if Mr. Feng is used to it." Wu Sheng nodded and smiled.
When Feng Ziyue lowered his head and looked down, he saw that the tea was sallow in color, which was very different from the tea he usually drank. He raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. He felt that the tea was fragrant and refreshing.
“Great tea!”
Feng Ziyue praised it and put down the porcelain cup.
This tea was probably not as simple as what Wu Sheng said. He felt that every limb in his body was refreshing and comfortable. This cup of tea had the effect of a magical elixir.
Wu Sheng smiled calmly, flicked his robe sleeves, put away the tea set, stared at Feng Ziyue intently, looked up and down several times, sighed, and then spoke.
"I didn't expect that in thousands of years, there would finally be the first person who could break through the final level of the Tianwu Trial - this level has a mystery that even I, the Martial Saint, don't know about. If it weren't for the strict prohibitions of the past, I would have been unable to bear it.
Mr. Feng, please ask me about the sixth level..."
The void space in the sixth level and the mysterious white-robed woman are indeed incomprehensible existences in this world. As the master of Canglan Holy Mountain, Wu Sheng does not understand the details, and Feng Ziyue does not.
Not unexpected.
"You participated in the Tianwu Trial just for the Holy White Xanthium Fruit?"
After Wu Sheng finished sighing, he suddenly changed the topic and stared at Feng Ziyue closely, as if watching his reaction.
Feng Ziyue was startled for a moment, but this was the focus of his concern today. Since Wu Sheng asked, he answered calmly.
"Yes, the only purpose of participating in the Tianwu Trial is the Holy White Xanthium Fruit!"
Wu Sheng's expression changed slightly, "This thing is only used to suppress the invasion of demonic energy - what are you using it for?"
"My mother was injured by the demon Xuanpo of Rahu back then. As time goes by, without this holy white cocklebur fruit, it is absolutely impossible to expel the evil energy from her body. I know that only this holy fruit can be found on Canglan Holy Mountain, so I participated in the Tianwu Trial.
I want this thing..."
There was nothing to hide, Feng Ziyue told him frankly, hoping that Wu Sheng could understand. He also took out the Innate Supreme Fruit and placed it in front of him, "I have no intention of obtaining this Innate Supreme Fruit, so I will return the original.
Please don’t be offended by Wu Sheng!
"Treating my mother's injuries? Rahu Demon Xuan Po?"
Wu Sheng laughed dumbly and didn't even look at the Xiantian Yuan Fruit. He seemed to be relieved.
Bu Tianyi also breathed a sigh of relief. What they had been worried about was that Feng Ziyue was instigated by someone to find out the details of Canglan Holy Mountain by asking for the Holy White Xanthium Fruit.
I didn't expect that he really wanted the Holy Xanthium Fruit to save people. This is really a great coincidence.
But just when he felt relieved, he heard Wu Sheng smile and say: "As a son, you should be filial to your mother. I won't hide it from you. There is indeed a pure white Xanthium fruit in the Canglan Holy Mountain.
.”
Ignoring Bu Tianyi's stunned expression, Wu Zun paused for a moment, and then said: "If you can do one thing for me, I will naturally give you this pure white Xanthium fruit, and I will give you this innate supreme fruit."
Or—my position as Martial Saint will be passed on to you immediately upon completion of the matter!"
"grown ups!"
Bu Tianyi was shocked, stood up and exclaimed.
This holy white cocklebur fruit is of great importance, how can it be given to others? As for the matter of passing on the throne, Bu Tianyi couldn't believe it when he heard it.
Wu Sheng waved his hand to signal him to calm down. He turned his head and smiled at Feng Ziyue and said, "I don't know, Mr. Feng, what do you think?"