No one dares to say that there is only one statue like that.

Thinking that the national teacher had already sent another person to track down the Liuhe Sect, he couldn't sleep and eat without evil, and he couldn't breathe. It doesn't matter if he dies, but what about the master? Wuxian sat on the tree, frowning and looking at Xue Huaijian's house.

It's been three days.

It has been three full days since the master left them and lived in the National Teacher's Mansion.

In the past three days, he has tried his best to make excuses, but he still has no way to see his master.

Official business is temporarily suspended, and visitors are not seen.

It's useless to start anything.

The news from the National Teacher's Mansion only said that he was unwell and wanted to recuperate, and he didn't mention anything else.

It's unsettling.

Innocent blinked, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at the slash under the tree. Slash has always been more patient than him, but this time he obviously can't wait.

The weather is getting warmer.

The sky is clear.

But there was an invisible cloud over their heads.

......

In Meiyue, the Liuhe Sect of the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit was finally forced to the end. High Priest Liu Ji turned white and knelt down in front of the spiritual throne of the previous priests. Fear made his heart beat faster and his vision blurred.

The Holy Child died.

Everything is ruined.

The sound of iron hooves from outside almost burst his eardrums.

He wanted to revive Liuhe, and his desire to see the immortals again, could only stop here.

The footsteps in my ears are getting closer and closer.

He shuddered and lit the brazier, smashing the scroll beside him into it. Burn it! Burn it all for me!

But the fire was not big enough.

A puff of black smoke.

All gone.

He lay on the ground, his hands shaking even more. He was so anxious that his head was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang-" sound.

The closed door was kicked open, bringing in a gust of wind.

Black ash rose from the brazier.

He leaned back, subconsciously avoiding the ashes as he hurried to his feet. But before his knees left the ground, there was a chill on his neck.

The coldness exuded from the sword body almost froze his pulsating blood.

Liu Ji thought to himself.

Finished.

It's completely over.

Heaven and earth are in all directions, and finally it is dark. From then on, Liuhe was no more, and he was going to become an ordinary person again. What a high priest, what a holy child, all became a dream.

When he was young, his only wish was to be fed.

After you have eaten enough, you can dress warmly.

As for the others, the hungry and cold children can't even imagine it. But as he grew up, his aspirations increased. Not only did he want to be fed and clothed, but he also wanted power and wealth.

Slowly, he also had it.

Even if it was just a broken sect, everyone called him a high priest, he ate well, dressed well, and said everything. The days are getting happier and happier day by day.

But man's thirst for wealth and power is insatiable, and temporary satisfaction cannot become eternal satisfaction.

He wanted more, more...... It's so much that everyone envies him.

He flipped through the secret book, looking for traces, trying to restore the story of a hundred years ago. A beautiful maiden, a fairy with amber eyes, and those legendary secrets are most likely true.

Generations of saints have inherited those eyes.

But it is said that there is only one who has awakened the power of prophecy.

It was a girl.

When he said the prophecy, he was just thirteen years old.

Three days later, she said, there was a fire.

Everyone will be skeptical, think about it and make preparations. Unexpectedly, three days later, it really went out of the water. But because of the preparation in advance, the fire was quickly extinguished and caused almost no damage.

Seeing this, the high priest at that time quickly asked the holy boy about the immortals.

But the holy boy didn't know anything.

When I ask about the method of immortality, I still don't know.

The high priest was disappointed and thought that the water was a coincidence.

But after that, the holy boy said several more things, big and small, all of which came true. The high priest believed it again, and was eager to ask the child for advice on matters big and small.

But the boy said that what she said was not a prophecy, but something that had really happened.

She's seen things, she knows.

What she hadn't seen, she couldn't possibly know.

The High Priest felt that she was talking nonsense.

And the prophecy is over.

What do you mean by something that happened?

How could something in the future have happened?

The high priest asked her a few more things one after another, but after several prophecies, the words of the holy boy gradually became inaccurate. When it goes wrong, it's just ridiculously wrong.

Her prophetic powers seemed to be gone.

The high priest wrote down what he had seen and heard on a piece of paper, and passed it on to future generations from generation to generation, and by the time Liu Ji found it, seventy or eighty years had passed.

According to records, the girl was a second-generation holy child.

And the first generation before her, there was no such power.

Liu Ji couldn't understand how he pondered after he found out.

Why does the first generation not have the ability, but the second generation has. Obviously, it is said that the first generation is the child of the sect leader and the immortal, and he has half of the blood of the immortal on his body, and he is the closest to the immortal...... Could it be that this power depends on luck? Or are the so-called prophetic events of the second generation really just coincidences?

Liu Ji thought about it repeatedly and checked it repeatedly, but he never came to a conclusion.

After not making progress for a long time, he had the idea of giving up.

But there is no end to the road, and at this time, the map appeared. He found a map fragment in the statue of the immortal. After that, he tried his best to find another piece.

Liu Ji put the two pieces together, and then looked at the records in the teaching, and finally saw the outline of the story.

The map points to a place where immortals are buried.

And where the immortals are, there are treasures.

The wealth he wanted was there! When he thought that the Liuhe Sect a hundred years ago was not the slightest bit different from the lonely appearance it is now, Liu Ji was excited.

A large amount of gold, silver and jewelry were all buried in the ground, what a waste!

And the immortals.

How could an immortal die?

If you say it's buried, you're probably still alive!

He was desperate to find his destination.

However, the map was split into six fragments, and it was difficult to recollect them. It's all to blame on those old guys, when they are alive, they always fight endlessly, and none of them want to give things to anyone, so they just break up and take a piece each.

Now, more than a hundred years have passed, and no one knows anyone, and things don't know where they are.

Only he suffered.

Wandering around.

finally found a clue, but found that the national teacher also wanted it.

High Priest Liu Ji sat on his knees, feeling that the long sword around his neck was cold, getting colder and colder.

He heard the man behind him ask in a deep voice, where is the map?

Liu Ji closed his eyes without saying a word.

Death left and right.

Why did he say it?

Gritting his teeth hard, he tilted and slammed into his sword.

Blood splattered, and the man with the sword frowned. The next moment, the sword flashed, and the clothes behind Liu Ji were cut.

Large tattoos are exposed to the air.

Liu Ji, who fell to the ground, widened his eyes.

The man sneered: "Why stab the map on your body, and you will be skinned when you die." ”

......

Outside the door, Meiyue's air became moist little by little in the screams of Liu Ji, the high priest of the Liuhe Sect.

It looks like it's going to rain again.