Seeing the excitement on Xiao Muyang's face, Song Chunqiu wiped his beard and said with a smile: "If he is willing to take action, he can naturally help us."
Hearing Song Chunqiu's words, Xiao Muyang's eyes flashed with blazing light, and Hua Qianyu and others' brows also showed joy. If a formation master could be invited to take charge, it would undoubtedly greatly improve the strength of Yunxiao City.
But Song Chunqiu's next words made the joy and excitement in their hearts weaken a lot.
"But he has lived in seclusion for many years and will not take action easily."
Xiao Muyang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively: "With the respect of the senior, can't we let him take action?"
Apart from those enemies, there should not be many people who would not give the Sword God face. Even the demonic sects in the Demon Realm respect the Sword God very much and take the initiative to invite him as a guest.
"With my relationship with him, it is not difficult to meet him. As for asking him to take action, I am afraid that my face will not be of any use." Song Chunqiu said with a smile: "So I plan to take you with me. As for whether I can invite him
It depends on your method before taking action."
A flash of deep meaning flashed in Xiao Muyang's eyes, and he understood a lot in his heart.
If Senior Sword God saves his face, he should still be able to get the formation master to help. However, that master has lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years. Forcing him to come out is disrespectful to him. It will not only affect the relationship between Senior Sword God and him.
Relationships will also make him look down on them.
Only by inviting him in person can he show enough sincerity.
"I will go with senior. When does senior plan to leave?" Xiao Muyang asked.
"Without further delay, if you have nothing else to do, let's go now." Song Chunqiu replied.
"I have no problem." Xiao Muyang smiled slightly, then looked at Hua Qianyu and said: "I will go out with senior, and I will leave the affairs of the Hou Mansion to you."
"Well, feel free to go." Hua Qianyu said with a slight smile.
Without saying anything more, Xiao Muyang and Song Chunqiu rose into the air, and then shot away in the distance, disappearing from the sight of the girls in a few breaths.
...
The southern area of the Daqi Dynasty has magnificent and beautiful scenery, with endless mountains crawling on the earth like winding dragons, among which there are peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, giving it a somewhat mysterious feel.
At this moment, two figures, an old man and a young man, were walking through the clouds and mist as fast as lightning. They were Xiao Muyang and Song Chunqiu.
After two days of traveling, they arrived here from Yunxiao City.
There are many fairy mountains in the southern region. Many powerful men do not want to be involved in mundane affairs anymore, so they retreat to the fairy mountains to practice cultivation. The fairy mountains where they lived before the Song Dynasty and the Spring and Autumn Period are also in the southern region.
After a while, Song Chunqiu finally stopped and looked down at a mountain range obscured by clouds and mist. Only some outlines could be seen vaguely. Compared with the surrounding mountains, the mountain range was slightly larger but not as large as the surrounding mountains.
What's special about it.
"We're here." Song Chunqiu said.
Xiao Muyang followed Song Chunqiu's line of sight and then saw the mountain range. There was a bit of surprise in his eyes. Does the master live here?
"You go up on your own, I'll wait for you on the mountain." After leaving a voice, Song Chunqiu shot directly into the clouds and mist, disappearing without a trace.
Xiao Muyang understood Song Chunqiu's intention, which was to let him show his strength and gain the approval of the formation master.
From this point of view, the mountains below may be a bit strange, and it is not easy to go up the mountain.
But now that I'm here, I naturally want to try it out.
Moreover, with his current strength, even if there are some mysteries in this mountain range, it will not threaten his life.
Without thinking too much, Xiao Muyang's figure immediately fell downwards. When he entered the layer of clouds and mist, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him changed rapidly, causing him to lose his sense of direction for a moment.
"Array!"
Suddenly a thought popped up in his mind, and Xiao Muyang's face became a little more solemn. Although he did not have any profound attainments in the formation method, he could still feel the formation aura flowing in the space.
He stood there without moving, the surrounding scene was still changing, but he did not attack him.
"It seems to be a phantom formation." Xiao Muyang thought to himself. The main function of the phantom formation is to confuse people. Some powerful phantom formations can silently take people's lives, but the formation in front of him does not seem to have lethality.
It seemed that the formation master just didn't want to be disturbed and had no intention of harming people's lives, but he did have the demeanor of a master.
Xiao Muyang's eyes flickered, thinking about how to break the formation.
If it were an ordinary illusory formation, he would be sure to break it through with his strength, but this illusory formation was arranged by a formation master, so the possibility of breaking it through with strength must be very slim.
Although he didn't have high hopes, he still wanted to give it a try. What if he got lucky?
With a thought in his mind, the Zhanyuan Sword appeared in the palm of his hand. Xiao Muyang suddenly burst out with a strong sword intention, flowing to the Zhanyuan Sword, causing the sword body to shine with a strange light, and under that light
In the middle, a looming shadow of a big roc appears.
As the power of Pengling's soul increased significantly, it was able to transform into its own body when using the Yuan-Zhan Sword, and the power it unleashed was many times more powerful than before.
"Behead." Xiao Muyang shouted in his heart, and slashed down with the Yuan Zhan sword.
In an instant, a strange green sword light bloomed in the space, containing amazing sword power. It tore apart the layers of clouds and mist, and the space instantly became a little clearer.
Seeing the changes in the scene in front of him, Xiao Muyang's face suddenly burst into joy, did it actually break?
But the next moment, the joy on his face froze directly there, and he saw the clouds and mist surge rapidly, and the place that was torn apart by the sword light healed in the blink of an eye, as if nothing happened just now.
"Sure enough, you can't use brute force..." Looking at the changing scene in front of him, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Muyang's mouth.
...
Deep in the mountains, in a clean and spacious courtyard, an old man in a white robe was watering the flowers. His face was calm and he looked very comfortable.
At a certain moment, the old man seemed to sense something and raised his head to look at the space above. Then a look of excitement appeared on his wrinkled face and he said with a smile: "Which gust of wind brought you here."
"Haha, I have nothing to do, so I came to visit an old friend."
An easy-going laughter resounded in the space, and after a moment, a rickety figure walking down from the void with a cane was none other than Song Chunqiu.
In just a few breaths, Song Chunqiu came to the old man below and said with a smile: "Brother Gongsun, you have been well these past few years!"
"I keep company with these flowers and plants, so I don't have any worries. I teach my disciples when I feel like it. I don't know how nourishing life is. I'm not as lonely as you..."
Gongsun Pan's expression paused when he said this, as if he had thought of something, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness."
"It doesn't matter, it's all over." Song Chunqiu waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
"Is it really over?" Gongsun Pan looked at Song Chunqiu with some suspicion, and saw a smile on the latter's face, as if he had really let go of that sad incident.
"Haha, it's good to get over it!" Gongsun Pan laughed loudly and said: "Brother, from now on you will live here with me. We two will enjoy the flowers, play chess, drink and have fun. Wouldn't we be at ease?"
Hearing Gongsun Pan's words, Song Chunqiu's eyes flickered. If he hadn't met Xiao Muyang, he might have agreed. This was the best life for him.
"We'll talk about this later. In addition to catching up on old times, I have one more thing to do here today." Song Chunqiu changed the subject, and his expression suddenly became a little more serious.
Seeing the change in Song Chunqiu's expression, Gongsun Pan's eyes flashed with a strange color. He knew Song Chunqiu very well. He came here today because he probably wanted to see him for something important.
But the Chu Xianling Mausoleum has fallen, what else is important for him to worry about?
"You and I don't need to beat around the bush, brother, just say it directly." Gongsun Pan obviously has a very forthright character, especially for Song Chunqiu, a friend he has known for many years. As long as he can help, he will definitely not do anything.
Will refuse.
"I brought a little guy, who is in your illusion formation. I will tell you after I see him." Song Chunqiu smiled while stroking his beard. He did not directly explain his purpose because he did not want to affect Gongsun Pan's feelings towards Xiao Muyang.
An impression.
"Oh?" Hearing this, Gongsun Pan showed a surprised look, and then he closed his eyes, and a majestic sea of power of thought surged out and swept towards the formation in the void.
Not long after, a picture appeared in his mind. A young man in white clothes was walking among the clouds and mist, changing direction from time to time, as if he was trying to find the way out.
After observing for a moment, Gongsun Pan opened his eyes and looked at Song Chunqiu with some surprise, "Is that little guy your new disciple?"
"Not a disciple, just a junior." Song Chunqiu said with a faint smile.
A strange light flashed in Gongsun Pan's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "He is not a disciple, but you brought him here in person. It seems that this junior is very important to you."
Song Chunqiu nodded slightly and said truthfully: "I came to see him today mainly because of him."
Gongsun Pan stared at Song Chunqiu, his doubts growing in his heart.
He knew that Song Chunqiu had devoted countless efforts to Chu Xianling and treated him not only as a disciple, but also as his own heir. With Song Chunqiu's character, he should not accept any more disciples.
Is it possible that this junior has an incredible talent?
But no matter how talented he was, how could he compare to Song Chunqiu? More importantly, Song Chunqiu no longer had the spirit of the past, otherwise he would not have been living in seclusion in the mountains.
Gongsun Pan had been staying here and knew nothing about the outside world, so he didn't know that Song Chunqiu had left the mountain.
"You brought this little guy here because you want me to accept him as your disciple," Gongsun Pan said with a smile, "Why bother with this? I'll just accept him."
"No." Song Chunqiu shook his head: "When he goes up the mountain, I will tell you the purpose of this trip."
Gongsun Pan looked at Song Chunqiu in astonishment, but he didn't accept a disciple?
It's not that Gongsun Pan is arrogant, his attainments in the formation path are unparalleled in the world, and no one can compare with him. Over the years, many people have sent their descendants here, begging him to accept disciples, but he has not agreed.
His requirements for accepting disciples are very high. He does not look at status and background, only talent. So far, he has only five disciples, all of whom are talented in the formation.
Today, Song Chunqiu brought Xiao Muyang here, and his expression was very solemn, so he subconsciously thought that Song Chunqiu wanted him to accept Xiao Muyang as his disciple.
"Brother, if you have something to say, just say it. There is no need to make it so troublesome." Gongsun Pan said helplessly: "Besides, it is a four-layer illusion formation, and that little guy is only at the level of Zhongtian Xiang.
, relying on his own ability, there is no way he can get in."
Song Chunqiu showed a mysterious smile and said, "Do you dare to make a bet?"
"What are you betting on?" Gongsun Pan seemed to be a little interested.
"Let's bet on whether he can break the formation on his own." Song Chunqiu said with a smile: "If he successfully breaks through the formation, you have to agree to one of his requests."
"What if he can't break the formation?" Gongsun Pan's eyes flashed a bit. He naturally saw that Song Chunqiu was very confident in Xiao Muyang, but as a formation master, he also had confidence in his own formation.
Have great confidence.
The four-layer illusion array is far from the ordinary illusion array. Without extremely high attainments in the array, it is difficult to get out of it unless you use your strength to forcefully break through the illusion. But a mere junior in the realm of Zhongtianxiang has absolutely no such ability.
"If it can't be broken, you can ask for the conditions." Song Chunqiu said calmly, with a strong confidence in his calm tone.
"Okay, this is what you said!" Gongsun Pan burst out laughing, as if he had already won.
Song Chunqiu didn't care about Gongsun Pan's attitude. Of course he knew how strong Gongsun Pan's formation skills were, otherwise he wouldn't have brought Xiao Muyang here, but... Xiao Muyang was not an ordinary junior.
He believed that with Xiao Muyang's talent, he would definitely be able to get out of it.
"Teacher, Senior Song." At this time, a gentle voice came from the side, and a middle-aged figure was seen walking towards him. His face was very handsome, and there was a bit of elegance between his eyebrows, like a scholar.
Song Chunqiu looked at the middle-aged man walking towards him, with a look of surprise on his face. He could see his cultivation level at a glance and said, "Wen Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation level is almost catching up with me."
This middle-aged man named Wenyuan is Gongsun Pan's eldest disciple, and his cultivation has reached the supreme level of Xiaocheng Middle Grade.
"Senior's words are really embarrassing to this junior." Wen Yuan quickly waved his hand and said: "Senior has dominated the world and is a swordsman. How can this junior be compared with my senior?"
"Haha, your great disciple is very humble." Song Chunqiu nodded with a smile, with a hint of admiration in his eyes that could not be concealed, and then became a bit sad. If Xianling had not fallen, he would probably have been like Wenyuan.
Cultivation.
"That is, it doesn't matter whose disciple it is." Gongsun Pan looked proud. He was naturally very satisfied with this eldest disciple!