The night was falling, and a small pond in the Maoshan Palace courtyard was in the green pavilion. Si Nanlie and Yan Feng sat opposite each other. The souls of the dead disciples had all been collected into the soul gathering banner, and they were waiting for the six paths to reopen.

There was nothing else on the marble table in the pavilion, only two pots of wine.

This wine was drunk by Si Nanlie asked Yan Feng to drink. Yan Feng knew that Si Nanlie felt uncomfortable. The loss of Maoshan this time was the worst in a century. Thousands of disciples died, which were all living lives. The entire Maoshan was in extreme depression. As the head of the sect, he felt guilty and could not avoid it.

"Sinan, Xiaobao, what's going on with his life experience?"

Yan Feng had told Si Nanlie about Qin Xiaobao before, and Si Nanlie poured himself a glass of wine and sighed.

"Xiaobao has been with me since he was ten years old. When I first met him, he was begging on the roadside."

There was a recollection in Si Nanlie's eyes: "I took him in because that day, someone was robbing the cloth strip behind him. When he spread the cloth strip and showed the knife, I knew that this was definitely not an ordinary child."

Yan Feng thought about it, and suddenly he remembered a sentence, when he escaped from Chuye Temple, Qin Xiaobao inadvertently said to the fat monk before he entered the Moon Palace.

It seems that when he was very young, Qin Xiaobao lived in the mountains.

"Have you heard of the ghost-killing clan?" Si Nanlie took a sip of wine.

"Slaying ghosts? I remember Xiaobao's sword is called "Slaying ghosts."

"That's right, the ghost-killing clan, a tribe that has been forgotten by the world, has only faded in the long river of history, followed by the dispersed wind."

"You mean, Xiaobao is from the Ghost-killing Clan?"

Si Nanlie nodded: "That knife is the token."

"If I guess correctly, Xiaobao should not be an ordinary person in this clan. Over the years, I have taught Xiaobao a lot of Taoism, but it is strange that he can't learn it either. It's not that he lacks talent, but that he is destined to be only a knife in his hand."

"Then according to you, Xiaobao should be nothing big." Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Perhaps the aristocratic clan remembered Qin Xiaobao and now he found him back.

"If something happens, how could that monk come back alive?"

“That’s right.”

Yan Feng smiled. If something really happened, he would have killed the fat monk a long time ago.

At this moment, in a side hall in Maoshan, a fat man was among a group of monks. These monks were all monks from Longyin Temple and representatives of Longyin Temple stationed in Maoshan.

After all, the Zhengtian Alliance has been established and the covenant has been established. All major forces need their own people to stay in Maoshan for the purpose of conveying the alliance order.

Because of this, from yesterday to today, major forces have re-recognized a person.

Yan Feng, Yan Meng Lao!

His strong strength was passed to each force through these representatives. From then on, there was another person in the consideration of the major forces, Yan Feng.

"Uncle Master, do you want to focus more on the strength?" The fat monk was sitting comfortably on the chair, with several young monks, who were pinching their shoulders and pounding their legs. The expression on his face was very complicated.

Neither willing, but afraid.

"Zhun, are you going to go back to the temple with me this time? The abbot has mentioned you several times."

Opposite him, an old monk was sitting, looking at the scars on his head and the monk's robe on his body, which should be the highest-ranking here.

"Go back?" The fat monk was enjoying comfortably with his eyes closed, and suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this.

"Well, senior brother, I'll go to the toilet first..."

I stood up and picked up my pants and wanted to run away. As soon as I walked to the door, I was about to leave when suddenly more than a dozen young monks beside me threw themselves on him.

"It's a vacuum... It's not that my senior brother said, "You're always outside, you're not at ease. This time I'll go back with my senior brother. It just so happens that such a big deal happened in Maoshan, so I need to meet the abbot to report it."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The fat monk was suppressed by a group of little monks, and someone actually stuffed the fat monk's mouth with a white cloth. The fat monk's eyes were wide open, making the little monk who stuffed the white cloth kept saying sorry.

Longyin Temple, apart from eating the empty mouth, it is famous for nagging. If it doesn’t get stuck, I guess I can tell you from Maoshan to Longyin Temple.

Obviously this old monk couldn't stand it...

In the pavilion by the pond, Yan Feng and Si Nanlie had already finished drinking two pots of wine. The wine was just a pastime. If you shake it at will, your cultivation in your body could dispel it.

"Sinan, is there any news about Luo Ze?"

Si Nanlie frowned and shook his head: "The Gongxi Family is deeply rooted in the northwest desert. My Maoshan disciples cannot penetrate at all. The entire northwest desert is completely in fog."

Hearing this news, Yan Feng couldn't help but feel worried. Although Luo Ze was almost a drought-ba when he left,... the ghost-refining family, these families that have been passed down for a long time, do you know what kind of existence there will be in it!

Since they dare to refine drought, there must be some way to control drought.

"Search for a time to go to the Northwest Desert."

Yan Feng raised his head and drank all the wine in his glass. Luo Ze was his brother and could not sit idly by himself.

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up then."

Si Nanlie felt uncomfortable. He was the head of the sect and could not leave Maoshan at will. If this were not the case, he would definitely go with Yan Feng.

"kindness."

Yan Feng nodded, and at this moment, a disciple suddenly came.

"See the leader, Mr. Meng."

"What's the matter?"

Si Nanlie asked with a drink.

"Someone sent a letter, saying that he would hand it to Mr. Yan Meng."

"Give it to me?"

Yan Feng was slightly surprised that there were people who wrote letters to him these days.

"Give it to me."

"yes!"

As he said that, the disciple stepped forward and handed Yan Feng a letter, and then he stepped out.

"Whose one? It's not that girl who asked you for love." Si Nanlie laughed.

Yan Feng smiled: "Do you think I am you?"

Yan Feng still remembers that when he first met Si Nanlie, this guy was running around in major bars and nightclubs, wearing Taoist robes, and insisted on saying that he was the kind of cosp1ay who flirted with the young ladies everywhere.

Open the envelope and five words that catch your eye: Brother Yan personally opened it.

Yan Feng instantly realized that the letter would not belong to someone else, but to Li Jianshan. It was just that Yan Feng was so weird that he could call himself, so why would he write a letter?

Thinking of touching my body, I found that the phone had long been flying where it was flying, and probably it wasn't. Just the battle at that level yesterday, the phone probably turned into powder.

It is probably because Li Jianshan has something to do with him, but he can't make a phone call. It happened that he became famous in a battle yesterday. You know, there are official people from Maoshan. After a little inquiry, Li Jianshan will know that he is in Maoshan, so as soon as he knows his location, he immediately wrote a letter to himself.

The letter was unfolded, Yan Feng's eyebrows became tighter the more he looked at it, but when he saw the end, he showed a hint of joy.

"What's wrong?"

Si Nanlie looked at Yan Feng's expression changing and asked.

"The city of Nancheng is in chaos, and ghosts are everywhere."

Yan Feng said, this is normal. He and Si Nanlie had guessed it long ago, and it would definitely not be limited to the southern city. The entire Jiuzhou was in chaos. Perhaps... the north would be a little better.

"And...my sister, there is a clue."

Yan Feng's eyes were filled with excitement!
Chapter completed!