In the morning, I realized the great sect and the Xifan Pavilion was majestic and solemn.

"Little God, do you know how mysterious the handwriting on the hall is? Why did I feel dizzy when I saw it?" In Xifan Pavilion, the square-faced man pressed down his chest slightly, and couldn't wait to ask the young man in yellow who was treating him.

This young man has a wide forehead and big eyes. Although his face is inconspicuous, his eyes are firm and gentle. He can tell at a glance that he is a kind-hearted person. This person is not someone else, but Wu Shi, a young man who met Liexiling a few days ago.

"Are you asking about the plaque in the attic?" Wu Shi was stunned and immediately understood the question of the square-faced man.

"That's right, the old man saw that the handwriting was like a dragon and snake, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances and immediately felt extremely upset inside. The blood and energy in his chest were restless for no reason."

"The person who wrote the plaque is the saint of my Chenxiu Sect. He has a strong cultivation throughout his life. How could he be a minority in life and death? I guess the old man was obsessed with the handwriting for a while, and he was not careful of the author's cultivation, so he became heartbroken." Wu Shi replied lightly, and finally reminded him: "Sir, don't watch it anymore, so he won't hurt his mind."

What Wu Shi said is not false, but everyone knows it, and the brushwork is from the heart. The person who writes the plaque in the hall is an elder who is skilled in calligraphy in Chenwudazong. Originally, the elder wrote this plaque and did not care whether others read it or not. People only like novelty and paid little attention to the words on it.

However, the man with a square face invaded this path and couldn't help but fall into it. The words were like the person. The three plain words on the plaque carried the accumulated power of the sect's saints over the years, which hurt the man's mind.

After saying that, just as he turned around, he couldn't help but remember something: "You should have entered the hall with everyone, but suddenly you fainted. I have guided the cold and dampness in your body, and your body will be much stronger in the future. As for the hall, it's better not to go."

The square-faced man thanked repeatedly, his expression tightened, and asked, "Little God, have the girl who went up the mountain with me been connected to the main hall by your sect?"

"Oh, I don't know if that girl is a noble girl. She was worried for a long time when she entered the hall. Then she asked me to tell you to wait outside the hall. If she came out of the hall first, she would definitely come back to find you." Wu Shi finished his answer, and then turned around and entered the hall without delay.

The square-faced man searched around, but did not find his daughter, so he stood in front of the hall as he said.

Not long after, everyone who had entered the hall had turned around and walked out, with joy on their faces. The square-faced man searched for it, then found the familiar figure among the crowd, and immediately stepped forward to identify it.

"Dad." But the girl spoke first and rushed into Huai.

The father and daughter met and were immediately overjoyed.

"Caiwei, let dad see if your illness is better?" The square-faced man looked at the woman for a while, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's indeed a blessing land of immortals. Many herbs before did not work, but now they are bloody. You have to remember the merits of the immortals of Chenwu Sect. If you become a weapon in the future, you have to repay them."

The man with a square face raised his head, but saw the towers around him, and the people who were walking around were like immortals and gods. He thought to himself: "What can I repay such a high-ranking god?" This man thought of gratitude and thought of it, and his expression was bleak.

"Dad, this time I came to Chenwu Sect. Haven't you entered the hall to see your legs? You have worked for many years, and there are also wet diseases between the legs. Every autumn, winter and spring, it will be unbearable. Why don't I pray for the gods to help you see them?" Fang Caiwei looked at her father, and saw that he had been caring for him, so that he had never thought about the wet diseases between his legs, and he couldn't help but become anxious.

"No, I fainted on the ground just now. A little god had already helped me see it. He said he had helped me clear the wet disease. It seems that we did not come in vain this trip."

Fang Caiwei saw the gentle light in the man's eyes, and heard that the wet disease that had troubled her father for many years was cured, and she felt very happy.

When the Fang family and his daughter came down the mountain, it was already late. The Chenwu sect formation flashed slightly, and the last group of people were led up the mountain. When they walked out of the formation, the sky was almost dark.

Suchengfang City, in the street-facing inn.

Shortly after the night was dark, someone came upstairs, turned the stairs and walked towards a private room in the corner.

"What's the matter?" The person in the room looked alert, prepared secretly before asking.

"Yun Wuwei, I am Chen Jingui."

The person inside the room heard the sound and immediately opened the door. He saw that the person inside the door had a tall cheekbones and a flat jaw. Although his face was fair, he still did not hide his heroic spirit.

If the people in the inn heard Chen Jingui's words, they would be extremely shocked. The Nanli Dynasty was martial and could name the surname "Wuwei" before the word "Wuwei" was not the Chief of Wuwei, at least the title of General or above. The Nanli Dynasty had only eight Chief of Wuwei to protect the border so far.

The most shocking thing is not the title of Chief Wu Wei, but the group of Master Zhu whom he usually leads. As Chief Wu Wei of Master Zhu’s army, his own cultivation is more than just a mere Chief Wu Wei’s worth?

A hundred Zhu Shi can deal with the battle formations of tens of thousands of people. This name of the Wu Guard Chief of the Zhu Shi Army is not only fame, wealth, and wealth, but also a symbol of a strong man.

"You came to me so late, are there anything urgent?" The middle-aged man in the yingwu spoke indifferently, with endless pressure, and immediately seeping out.

"Yunwuwei, what I want to ask is, when will we go to Chenwu Sect?" Chen Jingui leaned over and bowed, avoiding the extremely pressured gaze of the middle-aged general, and spoke.

"Let's go again tomorrow at three o'clock. People should have dispersed almost at that time. By then, the protection of Chenwu Sect will be relaxed, and we are just in a state of vagueness. Chenwu Sect is different from the Emperor Sect, and those who hold the Washing Fair are only these two sects, so you must have no mistakes in the time." Yun Wuwei looked calm, but two cold lights shot out from his eyes.

"Go and tell your brothers that you must not do anything without my order."

The middle-aged Master Zhu, named Chen Jingui, thought about it, and if he had any words, he gritted his teeth and turned around.

......

South away from the distant mountains, at the bottom of the valley.

Chen Wu and Tian Yin and others piled up some plants and trees in the wind direction of the basin, as if using this to block the valley wind. After checking again, Qian Chi and several other trial disciples guardians looked at Li Xiling, and became more interested, but they did not break it.

The sun rises and the sun sets, it is already evening.

From the Sucheng Fangshi Inn, Yunwuwei, wearing a dry Wu suit and a heroic face, walked down from the building.

Before he arrived at the hall, a group of strong men in dry Wu suits were already sitting quietly in the hall.

When the shop saw everyone coming, they immediately served the dishes. Yun Wuwei didn't say anything, waved his hand casually, indicating that he could start. The men were not sluggish, and immediately flew with bowls, and the delicious dishes on the plates were instantly bottomed out.

I didn't see the people ordering wine, but just burying their heads to eat. After about a cup of tea, everyone had already finished eating and sat in the hall waiting.

Yun Wuwei looked up at the sky outside the house, and when he got up, he made a light gesture of "leave". Everyone understood and quickly walked out of the inn.

Today is the last day of the Xifan Festival, and the formation of the Chenwu sect continued to roar. From the busy hour of Yin to dusk, the talents who came to Sucheng for medical treatment gradually became rare.

The two young men guarding the sect formation, at the evening, when they saw the crowd soothing, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But just as they were relieved, the group rushed through the night. The hundreds of people in this line were tall and strong. Logically speaking, the chronic diseases among the people should rarely fall on everyone, but their faces were strange and pale.

The two outer disciples had to force themselves to inspire and give the number of people again. After waiting for about half an hour, no one came. I don’t know what method to use to trigger the formation, and disappeared in a corner of Sucheng City with the last sky.

In Xifan Pavilion, hundreds of outer disciples who had been busy for three days couldn't help but move their muscles and said to myself: No one should be here at this time, right?

Chen Yi was with Chen Punisher and stayed in the hall. After waiting for a while, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chen Gang, this year's Xifan Festival is far from comparable to previous years. From this point of view, my Chen Wu Sect can gradually leave Tianyin and Zhong Yu behind."

"Oh, I said, "Old Chenyi, how old are you and I?" The Saint Chen Punishment did not answer him, but asked indecently.

When the morning punishment heard this, his face suddenly turned red, but he stopped talking and stood aside.

At this moment, the formation outside the hall roared. Without waiting for the disciple to report, the saint of Chen Punishment stood up and held the Chen Yi E and said, "The matter of pointing out the country is not something that our old stone monkeys can imagine. Let their little monkeys go and make a fuss. You can go out and take a look first."

As soon as he left the door, he saw a group of men walking towards him. He knew that the two men standing at the gate of the temple were not as good as the other men, so he walked out of the group of teachers with a clever face.

The man walked towards him, and before the person arrived, his voice came softly: "I have seen two saints. We were originally Wuwei, the capital of the Nanli Dynasty, but recently, the weather on the southern foot of the dynasty turned cold and the people were troubled by wetness. The imperial court was afraid of unrest, so he sent us to the southern border to maintain peace on the southern foot." The clever man turned his eyes and continued, "Who knew that when I arrived at the southern border of the dynasty, we were infected with wind and cold each other. After a few days, it would not be better. I heard that Chenwu Sect recently held the 'Wafan Festival' to dispel diseases for people, so he came to the Sect from thousands of miles to come."

When the saint of Morning Punishment heard it, he didn't care about it. He nodded lightly and said, "Get in!"

Seeing Chen Fei agreeing, Yun Wuwei clasped his fists and led his subordinates to the Xifan Pavilion. Seeing this, the outer disciples who originally wanted to reply to their residence said "unlucky" and could only enter the hall again.

Soon after the pedestrian entered Xifan Pavilion, a blue light suddenly flourished and rushed straight towards Xifan Pavilion in a moment.

When he appeared again, he was the Saint of Chen Gang. He looked around Xifan Pavilion again, and finally walked into the hall.

Seeing a group of outer disciples who were treating Master Zhu, he did not make a sound and walked straight to Chen Fei and Chen Yi who were standing in the middle of the hall.

"What is the origin of these people?" Without looking at everyone, the Saint of Chen Gang spoke directly to the person who was up to the morning.

"According to them, they were the Zhushi Army of the Nanli Dynasty. Recently, Nanli Nanjiang suffered from wet diseases. The new emperor sent them to station in Nanjiang to prevent rebellion, but he was infected with a vicious wind and cold. After a long time of treatment, he came to my Chenwu to seek treatment."

"Oh, is there such a thing? Why don't I know?" The Saint Chen Gang looked confused, but his expression became colder.

The five elements in his body are surging, but he can't make it wrong. He always feels that this person must have an ulterior motive.

"Do you guys, do you have a customs clearance document for the Nanli Dynasty to return to the imperial city?"

The question of Chengang Saint was not groundless. He knew that in the Nanli Dynasty, in addition to the easy access to customs clearance documents obtained by the vassal state with personal reputation, such as business travelers and wanderers, it is impossible to enter. As for the military, strict precautions are taken.

"No, we are divided into two routes this time. We rushed to Zhong Yu's sect in the imperial city for help, and the other part is us. The Nanli Dynasty's Wuwei dispatch was strictly controlled. For such a minor illness, it is not worth disturbing the Wushen Guard Legion in the imperial city." The clever man smiled and answered without any loss.

This is also very reasonable in everyone's opinion. After all, such a small matter would be much easier to bypass the royal family.

"But I think you are coming this time not to seek medical treatment, but to have a great conspiracy!" The Saint Chen Gang looked up and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll ask the superiors to calm down. Although the superiors are important for cultivators, they cannot discredit us. The soldiers who guarded Nanli Anqing worked hard and climbed mountains and waded in the water. But in order to find a way to save their lives, how could they say that they would be ill-intentioned?" The person who spoke was Yun Wuwei.

"In my opinion, you should be the peak combat power of the tenth level Master Zhu, right? Could it be that you can't even withstand this little disease?" The Saint Chen Gang glanced at Yun Wuwei with a slight eyebrow, raised his eyebrows, and said with a sneer: "There are three strange people. First, since you are the Martial Guard Corps of the Nanli Dynasty, but you do not have a pass certificate on your body, you must be an unrighteous army. Second, as far as I know, you are not ordinary Martial Guards. I wonder if you still want to hear the rest?"

The Saint Chen Gang didn't look at Yun Wuwei's expression and said calmly: "I am the most sensitive to the aura of thousands of soldiers in this world, but I have to be careful about you."

"Can you become a superior who practices throughout his life and only believes in the unfounded guess in his heart?" Yun Wuwei sneered, with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Is there no evidence? Let's not talk about it. I see that you have a pale face and the light flow of the essence in your body is as normal. Just based on your physique, there will be no problem delaying for another three or five years. Why are you so anxious to go up the mountain to ask for help?"

Yun Wuwei was about to speak, but the Saint Chen Gang said first: "I don't want to pay attention to your ulterior motives for the time being. If there is nothing else, you should go down the mountain!"

Seeing Chen Gang so arrogant, the saint of Chen Shu said with regret: "Manniu, this Xifan Festival represents my Chen Xiuxiu's power. How can you let you do whatever you want?"

When Yun Wuwei saw someone moving from the middle, he was overjoyed and wanted to wait for the opportunity to stay. However, the Saint Chen Gang raised his eyebrows and glanced coldly.

"roll!"
Chapter completed!