The smoke was billowing out, the flames were rising, and the fire burned for more than half an hour before it gradually went out, Wen Feng turned his back to the flames, his teeth clenched, and he didn't say anything. Ye Lan stared at the flames intently, and the flames entered his pupils, beating incessantly, just like his state of mind.

Yan Zhuoran had already invited someone to go to the funeral parlor to buy all kinds of utensils, he looked at the two of them, sighed, stepped forward, and handed Wen Feng a silver-cast bone altar. Wen Feng only felt a chill in his palm, his body trembled slightly, and when he saw the silver altar in his palm, he nodded towards Yan Zhuoran.

The eldest grandson Wenquan and Lin Wenyong turned their flesh and bones into ashes, and the fairy sword and immortal gourd that was originally left in their bodies were not damaged by the fire, and they showed their form at this time. Wen Feng grabbed the two immortal weapons in the air, threw them aside, lifted the lid of the bone altar, turned around, stretched out his finger, and the ashes of the eldest grandson Wenquan slowly flew up and slowly floated into the ash altar. His movements were extremely gentle, and the ashes flew up, but the embers of the grass and trees remained on the ground. Occasionally, when grass ash was mixed in, he stretched out his hand and gently brushed it away, and his expression and demeanor were as if he was brushing off the dust from his hair for his relatives.

After a while, the ashes were collected, he sealed the lid, made a knife with his fingers, wrote a "full" word on the altar, looked down and saw an ebony carved box at his feet, knowing that it was prepared by Yan Zhuoran, he bent down and put the bone altar into the box, and took another silver altar from Yan Zhuoran's hand, and received Lin Wenyong's ashes as well, wrote a "Yong" word on the altar body, and put it into the wooden box side by side, closed the box lid, locked it, stroked the box, was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, took out the Qiankun bag, and put the box into the bag.

Wen Feng accepted the ashes, turned around suddenly, and walked forward slowly, Yan Zhuoran and Ye Lan followed behind him, and the three of them entered the hall, each sitting in a chair.

From the backyard to the front hall, only a few hundred steps away, Yan Zhuoran and Ye Lan walked extremely hard, and with every step, their chests moved slightly, and they felt a faint pain.

Yan Zhuoran had already checked the injury, and saw that the muscles in his chest were slightly dented, and he was a few minutes into the flesh, and it was pitch black, looking like iron. Touching the wound through the clothes, he felt that the hand was burning and unbearable, like a fire, and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "What a move to return to the dust palm of the six yangs!" He had heard the master say that the palm power of the Ziyang Palace, and he knew that this palm method was only one move, with one to turn six, the palm power to the yang to the strong, the soul of the middle person was scattered, the body returned to the dust, and the six yang returned to the dust palm was named.

This palm method is one of the mastery of the Ziyang Palace Town School, even the ordinary disciples in the palace cannot pass on the essence of this palm method, since Zhu Wenchang will make this palm method, then he must be a spy of Ziyang Palace mixed into Taixu. It's just that, how can this be? The big sect has always been very strict in choosing disciples, Ziyang is too void to accumulate hatred for tens of thousands of years, in order to prevent each other's spies, the two factions are even more than other factions in the section of accepting disciples, Zhu Wenchang is a true transmission of the Taixu Dao Method, obviously he has never been suspected by the elders in the sect, so how did he, the incomparably deep Ziyang Palace Dao Law foundation, hide from the Chaos Mirror masters of Taixu?

Yan Zhuoran thought of this, shook his head, knowing that the secret was beyond his ability as an outsider to speculate, the pain in the wound came, he couldn't help coughing twice, and suddenly remembered the scene in the volcano that day. At that time, the magma tide was overwhelming, and seeing that there was no physiology, Zhu Wenchang seemed to have suddenly lost his mind, and said a lot of inexplicable words, and also slapped the stone statue for no reason, and his words and deeds were very unreasonable. After that, everyone had Ye Lan desperately protect each other and get out of danger, Wen Feng also glared at Zhu Wenchang angrily because of this incident, and the two almost said that they were stiff. Yan Zhuoran was anxious to report the matter of the Great Demon God King Bawu to the master, said goodbye to everyone, and reported the matter to the master through the fire feather crane, and then he has been healing in this Jade Rainbow City until this morning. He has been concentrating on luck and healing his injuries for a month, and he has no distractions, and he has long left Zhu Wenchang's abnormality that day behind, and he is completely defenseless against him, so he fell into Zhu Wenchang's plot and suffered this dying injury. Yan Zhuoran's Taoism is not weaker than Zhu Wenchang's in the slightest, Zhengyi Haoran's aura is wonderful, and it is not necessarily worse than the Liuyang Guichen Palm, if he is prepared, how can he be beaten by this palm and shatter the five organs, and his vitality will be exhausted? He was both frustrated and surprised: "I met Zhu Wenchang Pingshui, and the relationship was not deep, and it was just a matter of carelessness to be attacked by him for a while." But the eldest grandson Wenquan is smart and changeable, although Wen Feng has a rough appearance, his knowledge is also extraordinary, the two of them and Zhu Wen Changshi went out of the mountain, this trip out of the mountains to hunt for treasures, more than half a year to get along day and night, know each other well, how can I not know that Zhu Wenchang harbors evil intentions, and is completely defenseless against him?"

Yan Zhuoran didn't know that what Wen Feng was thinking at this time was exactly this sentence: "How could I be completely defenseless against him!" The remorse hit his heart, like a poisonous fire spreading, burning his internal organs. Zhu Wenchang had different words and deeds in the volcano, and Wen Feng was also suspicious afterwards, he and the eldest grandson Wenquan had nothing to talk about, and he also talked about it in private. The two of them thought about it, but they couldn't guess the reason, and agreed to return the matter to Qi Naiqian, and leave everything to the head of Taixu to decide. Wen Feng joked to the eldest grandson Wenquan that day, saying that Zhu Wenchang would not be a spy of Ziyang Palace, right? Without waiting for the eldest grandson Wenquan to reply, Wen Feng himself laughed and said that I knew that this matter was impossible, so I just said it casually.

He and the eldest grandson Wenquan were sure that Zhu Wenchang was by no means a spy of another faction, but because both of them knew Zhu Wenchang's origin very well. Zhu Wen Changfang was abandoned at the foot of the mountain at birth, his name and birth date were written in swaddling clothes, his original name was Zhu Yuanchang, and his master Tian Nai was renamed Zhu Wenchang according to the rules of Taixu. When Tian Nai picked up Zhu Wenchang, it was the second day after he was born. The little baby did not eat or drink for a day and a night, and was eroded by the mountain wind and cold dew, and was already dying. If it weren't for Tian Nai's treatment with the immortal family's spell, Zhu Wenchang would have died at that time. Wen Feng is one year older than Zhu Wen, when Zhu Wen was twelve years old, Wen Feng began to go up the mountain, and after more than 20 years, Qi Naiqian took the eldest grandson Wenquan under his door. For example, Zhu Wenchang, a disciple who has entered Taixu since he was a baby, has the most innocent background, but after he became an artist, although he has gone down the mountain many times to practice, he has never traveled alone, he has gone with other Taixu disciples, and there is no opportunity to secretly invest in Ziyang Palace. If someone in the Taixu Gate says that Wen Feng or the eldest grandson Wen Quan are spies, the Discipline Hall in the door will check it out for the sake of prudence, but if someone says that Zhu Wenchang is a spy, the Discipline Hall will definitely reprimand the informant disciple fiercely, saying that the informant is a mischief and has bad intentions.

This truth is the most obvious, so although Wen Feng saw that Zhu Wenchang behaved differently in the volcano, he would never doubt his identity. Who would have thought that Zhu Wenchang was really a spy of Ziyang Palace, he saw that he had found the place where Chixuan hid the treasure, and in the face of this first treasure in the past, he finally couldn't help but make a move, not only snatched the Xuanbing Fire Fan, but also harmed the lives of the eldest grandson Wenquan and Lin Wenyong.

Thinking of the tragic death of the eldest grandson Wenquan, Wen Feng felt another sharp pain in his heart, his fingers tightened, and the armrest of the chair was crushed by him, turning into a handful of sawdust, which slowly flowed out of his palm, but he didn't realize it, his nails sank into the flesh of his palm, and a piece of blood oozed out.

Yan Zhuoran saw Wen Feng's situation and wanted to say comfort, but he didn't know what to say, so when he was about to speak, he felt that his breath was not smooth, and the wound was painful. When he first took the medicine, although the wound was painful, his physical strength and spirit were not weaker than that of ordinary mortals.

He sighed, stared inward, and realized that the vitality in his body formed by the pill had been greatly weakened, and it was expected that in a few days, when this vitality was cut off, he would die. Although this elixir can't save lives, it can prolong the life of people who are bound to die for ten years, but it is also a rare elixir, but I don't know where Ye Lan got it. He looked up at Ye Lan and saw him sitting in the chair, bowing his head and touching his chest, his face full of sadness, so he asked him, "Brother Ye, where did you get this elixir?"

When Ye Lan heard Yan Zhuoran's words, he jumped up with a thud and shouted, "Go and find Ji back!"

Yan Zhuoran was suspicious: "Who is Ji Hui?"

Ye Lanfang was about to answer, but suddenly frowned, touched his chest, coughed twice, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Wen Feng hurriedly grabbed him and helped him up. Ye Lan sat in the chair, gasping for a while, and said intermittently: "Big ...... There is a Yuelai Inn in this city, you go to the inn and find a Lang Zhong named Ji Hui, he ...... , only he can heal me and Brother Yan's injuries!"

Wen Feng listened, glanced at Yan Zhuoran, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Yuelai Inn, there are ninety-eight out of a hundred inns in the world called Yuelai Inn, this Yuhong City is more than 1,500 miles away, and there are not 100 Yuelai Inns but 80 Inns, but where do you tell me to find a Yuelai Inn?"

Ye Lan was stunned and said, "Why are they all called Yuelai Inn? Can't they have a different name?" After a slight sigh, he said: "I really don't remember where the inn is, so I can only bother the eldest brother and his family to find it." Na Langzhong held a medical flag, and on the left it was written 'Wonderful hands rejuvenate, medicine to eliminate the disease', and on the right side it was written 'This is a small profit, no credit'. Although there are many people in the world, there is only one person who plays such a signboard. You can ask when you go to the inn. ”

Wen Feng looked at Ye Lan's pale face, and after all, he was not at ease about leaving him and Yan Zhuoran, the two seriously injured people, here, and asked in a deep voice, "What is the origin of this guy called Ji Hui, can he really heal your injuries?"

Ye Lan said: "This person is very young, he acts smoothly, he doesn't look like a master, but his medical skills are very good, and the two life-prolonging pills were given to me by him." He will go back to the inn at night to rest, if you can't wait for him tonight, you can go to the market tomorrow to look for him, he likes to set up stalls everywhere to heal the sick, you go to a crowded place to see, it is not difficult to find. ”

Wen Feng said hello, and was about to go out when he stepped out, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Can your injuries still hold?"

Ye Lan smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Although the medicinal power has weakened greatly, it is expected that he will not be able to die within three or five days." Wen Feng listened, nodded, and went out.