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After Lin and Lian left, Xuantong walked up to Feng Zhangjun, his expression seemed to ease.

"Feng Zhangjun invited my teacher to attend the Yuncang Fa Conference this time. If the resentment between Nanzhao and the cultivation world in the Central Plains can be finally resolved, it will be a blessing for the world."

Feng Zhangjun shook his head and said: "I should be grateful to the leader for saving my life in the past. If it weren't for the whistle under the moon, I would have known where the bones were buried. Anyone firmly believes that the Five Immortals have no disadvantages in their virtues, and they are indistinguishable from the righteous way of the Central Plains."

"There is nothing wrong with morality, there is no difference in general..." Xuantong raised the corners of his mouth because of such praise, but he sighed instead of smiling, "It's rare that Fengzhang Jun has a good eye for my teacher, but on Yuncang Peak, he holds prejudices." There are probably not a few of them. Otherwise, A-Ting would not be forced to inspect it naked in public."

Hearing him mention this, Feng Zhangjun's face was slightly terrified, but he did not deny it: "I will definitely investigate Zeng Shan's matter to the end. No matter who is behind the scenes and what their intentions are, I will give you an explanation."

Xuan Tong nodded with a smile: "Please also protect A-Ting with your heart. He is not only the protector of the Five Immortals, but also a brother who has shared weal and woe with you. Don't let him down."

Feng Zhangjun agreed, and then got up to leave.Walking out of Tingpuju on the same road, I saw Lin Ziqing and Lian Zhuxian waiting for him.

Before he could walk over, Ah Qing had already leaned over: "Brother Xianjun, what did the sect master brother say to you?"

Lian Zhu Xian grabbed Ah Qing: "Stop messing around, don't you have something else to do, get out!"

According to Ah Qing's words, she rolled away, so the two remaining people left Tingpu residence together and walked towards Taniguchi along the same road.

After about half a stick of incense, Lian Zhuxian suddenly stopped and pointed to a fork in the road on his right: "Going out, it's inconvenient now, my residence is nearby. I don't know if Xianjun can wait for a while , allow me to make some adjustments?"

In fact, Feng Zhangjun had long thought that he was covered in silver ornaments, and that he was beautiful, but he was too ostentatious.So the two of them took a fork in the road and went to the deep and dense forest.

Lian Zhuxian's residence is called "Painting Environment", which is a quiet place away from the hustle and bustle.The climate in the valley is hot and humid, but here it is quite cool.It is probably because the canopy above the head covers the sky and the sun, and the snowmelt from the high mountains in the distance comes again, taking away the heat and miasma.

In the narrow part of the valley ahead stood two old trees side by side.There are a few vines entwined on the ends of the branches, and the blue-purple flower vines hang down like a waterfall.

Putting aside the "waterfall" is a small forest, and countless precious medicinal herbs are hidden in the bushes under the forest.Perhaps it is because of sufficient food sources, chirping birds in the forest, and even green peacocks pacing leisurely.

The scenery is beautiful, but the bamboo houses built on the edge of the forest are not so eye-catching.The house is spacious, but there are not many furnishings.In addition to some bamboo daily necessities, there are also dried herbs hanging upside down on the beams of the house, exuding a faint fragrance.

Lian Zhuxian invited Feng Zhangjun to sit outside for a while, and took out a small altar from the cellar, which was filled with snow water from thousands of years ago.

He poured water for Feng Zhangjun, turned his head and entered the inner room, and began to take off his costume.

Just halfway through, he heard Feng Zhangjun asking: "Those children back then are all in the valley now?"

"Not all of them." Lian Zhuxian told the truth: "Everyone rested in the valley for a few days, and those who still remembered their homes were sent back. Those who didn't remember or didn't want to go back were also sent to the university. Yan and Nanzhao's Lonely Hall. Only me, Ziqing, and a few others are determined to stay in Guzhong to study art, but it took many years to pass the entrance examination one after another."

Feng Zhangjun thought deeply: "Should these people be the buttocks of the teaching now?"

Lian Zhuxian sighed softly: "Some people have a shallow foundation and die at the end of their life; .”

This surprised Fengzhang Jun, but he also thought of himself—from Liuquan City to Fuxi Mountain, and then back to Yuncang Peak, how could the parting between life and death be easier than the joys and sorrows in the Little Five Immortals Sect.

Only at this time can he truly feel that he has lived in this world for a hundred years.

People in the world say that the greatest pain is impermanence; but only after living for a long time can we see through it. In fact, impermanence is the normal state of life.If you want to prove the Tao and become an immortal, you must not understand this point.

So Feng Zhangjun never thought of becoming a fairy.

He was thinking about it when he saw the bamboo curtain in front of him move, and Lian Zhu Xian had already tidied up and walked out.

Abandoning the cumbersome and inconvenient attire, Lian Zhuxian changed into a black robe of ranunculus gauze.The waist, wrists and ankles are all tied tightly with brocade, and the hair is tied into a ponytail, which looks neat and brisk.

Feng Zhangjun didn't say anything.Knowing that Lian Zhu Xian was ready, he put down the tea cup and went out.

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Like many sects in the Central Plains, the Five Immortals Sect can't walk with the sword inside.Therefore, it was not until he walked out of the valley that Feng Zhangjun summoned the paper crane again.

Flying to the sky for the second time in just half a day, Lian Zhu Xian obviously had some experience, and he was no longer paralyzed by nervousness.

Because of the target, Fengzhangjun flew faster with his sword, flying from the hot Nanzhao back to the cool Yuncang Mountain in just half an hour.

Once on the ground, he summoned a few guards.He ordered them to immediately take people to Yangtiantang, Jujingtang and other places to look for traces of Huaiyuan.And he led Lian Zhuxian straight to the old scripture building.

The Old Scripture Building is a remote courtyard in the shade of Yuncang Peak.About 200 years ago, the mountain peak was struck by lightning, and falling rocks caused the waterfall to divert and destroyed several nearby temple buildings.At that time, the leader thought it was God's will and did not carry out repairs. Instead, he ordered the temples to be relocated and rebuilt in other places. The old scripture building was one of them.

Under Feng Zhangjun's leadership, Lian Zhu Xian quickly saw its true face.

It was a dangerous building that was almost adjacent to the waterfall, and it was covered with a hazy layer of water vapor.The other buildings on Yuncang Peak are carved with jue in Danying, except that its decorations have been rotted and washed away. Instead, there is a thick layer of phoenix-tailed bamboo, which looks like a thousand-year-old green-haired turtle, absurd. weird.

The two walked into the front yard with the sound of the rumbling waterfall. The ground was slippery, and there were clusters of moss everywhere.

"...Look here!" Lian Zhu Xian pointed to the wall on one side - where the moss left several almost parallel scratch marks.The brick wall is exposed at the scratched place, which shows that the traces are still new.

He stretched out his hand to compare the size, and it really looked like it was left by a ghoul.

But other than that, there's nothing weird about it.

"Follow me." Feng Zhangjun continued to lead Lian Zhu Xian inside.

The main entrance on the first floor was ajar, and there was no candlelight inside the door.And it was obvious that Huaiyuan had set up an enchantment, as soon as he entered the room, the noise of the waterfall disappeared immediately.

Unable to get used to the sudden silence immediately, Lian Zhuxian rubbed his slightly tinnitus ears while looking around—all books, books, books.

Feng Zhangjun once briefly mentioned that when the old scripture building was abandoned, a large number of bad-quality engraved books were eliminated on the spot.However, these waste books are of great significance to Huaiyuan.

They constitute his couch, pillows, desks, cushions, and even quilts to keep out the cold and candles for lighting. In this damp, dark and dead world, they give him warmth that words themselves cannot give.

Even if it is certain that Huaiyuan is the manipulator of the ghoul, when he thinks that this one-armed man has lived alone in such a difficult environment for 200 years, Lian Zhuxian is not euphoric because the truth is about to come to light.

Corroded by moisture, the west wing has collapsed, and the remaining space on the first floor is not too large.Feng Zhangjun made a quick inspection.

"The stairs are collapsed and dusty. It should have been a long time since no one has gone up there."

Huaiyuan is not here, but it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that there should be a secret room here, an environment that can secretly preserve Zeng Shan's body for 200 years.

There was no need to communicate and discuss, Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian had a good understanding, and immediately split up to search.

"This, is it normal?" Lian Zhuxian soon realized that what he was pointing at was a pair of shoes.

At first glance, this is a pair of well-behaved shoes, neatly lined up in front of the desk.But upon closer inspection, it seemed extremely strange.

"It's not normal." Feng Zhangjun leaned over and picked up one of them, frowning and checking it from side to side.

He has never seen such a worn-out shoe on Yuncang Peak—although the upper seems to be good, the sole has already been worn out, the sole and heel are full of big holes, and the rest of the sole is soaked in a layer of black blood dirt.

"The Houshengtang will distribute clothes, shoes and socks to the disciples, and they will respond to their requests." In order to avoid Lian Zhu Xian's misconception that Yun Cangfeng treated his disciples harshly, he had to explain it this way.

Lian Zhu Xian was thoughtful: "Since it has been ground like this, why not use paper as the sole of the shoe? Even barefoot, I am afraid it is more comfortable than wearing a pair of broken shoes."

Although the reasoning is so, when thinking of Huaiyuan's crazy appearance, it seems not difficult to understand.

Feng Zhangjun threw the broken shoes back to the side of the book bed, but he saw something faintly falling between the gaps between the piles of books.

He pushed the book bricks left and right, and as the light arrived, the thing also became brighter.

"It's a pearl." Lian Zhuxian picked it up and put it in his palm, "There are holes in the pearl, so it should be a part of the jewelry... Men in the Central Plains like pearls?"

Feng Zhangjun raised his head: "It's more like a woman's hairpin."

When he answered, Lian Zhu Xian had already waved away more book bricks.The bookcase fell apart, and among the exposed dirt, more pearls and a blackened silver hairpin were scattered.

Why does Huaiyuan have women's jewelry?The answer lies on the side of the silver hairpin.

"Secret door."

Feng Zhangjun drew out the Fengque Sword, and wedged and pried it along a crack in the ground that had been deformed by moisture.

With a creak, a piece of wood was pried up, revealing a tunnel.