Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road.

Xiao Xiao's autumn wind rolled up the residual leaves and flew all over the sky.

Feng Qingyan was dressed in white like snow, standing quietly under the pavilion, watching Zi Yaqin leave.

Behind him, they still followed Shao Shiling left and right, and they recorded this scene, and even the farewell song sung by Feng Qingyan was recorded word for word.

When the ox cart disappeared into the sky, Feng Qingyan did not leave immediately.

At this time, his brows furrowed slightly, and he squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings, as if he felt a looming murderous aura.

Someone is going to kill me?

Feng Qingyan was not surprised.

He was a little surprised that someone dared to make a move.

Could it be the ghost king of the hidden capital?

He guessed.

In Zhou Tianxia, the person who wants him to die the most may be the hidden capital. Of course, there are no absolutes in everything, but it may be a hundred schools of thought, or even Confucianism.

Who knows?

However, it may also be his delusion.

Because the murderous aura was too faint and too faint, so faint that he could hardly feel it.

If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't be able to feel it at all.

So he's not sure.

At this time, Shao Shiling on the left and right glanced at each other, and faintly realized that there was something wrong with the aura of canonization, but they didn't ask out loud.

Their duty is only to record the words and deeds of the canonization.

"There's a murderous aura. ”

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

At this moment, he finally clearly captured a wisp of murderous aura.

That wisp of murderous aura was very faint, and it seemed to come from the northwest along the autumn wind, and it just happened to blow on him, so that he happened to catch it.

When Shao Shi Ling heard this, he immediately became vigilant.

The soft gaze immediately became like a blade, and he scanned the surroundings coldly.

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked towards the northwest, his brows furrowed, he no longer felt the existence of murderous aura, and it seemed that the person who wanted to kill him left.

Let's go?

He sensed it carefully.

It seems that he is really gone, maybe he has given up killing him.

At this time, he stepped into the sky, but instead of chasing to the northwest, he turned into a Dapeng and flew back towards the Burial Mountain Academy.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. ”

A huge Dapeng light and shadow appeared on Feng Qingyan's body, spread its wings and flew away.

The left and right Shaoshi Ling were stunned for a moment, and then chased after him.

However, their "steady progress" really couldn't catch up with Feng Qingyan, so they had to use "the wind rises for 90,000 miles", and flew away as a Dapeng like Feng Qingyan.

"Murderous?"

At this time, a figure landed where Feng Qingyan was standing just now, looking in the northwest direction suspiciously, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Why didn't he sense the murderous aura?

One is the scribe realm, the other is the Wen Wang realm, why did the scribe realm sense it, but the Wen Wang realm didn't sense it?

Donglou frowned slightly.

But at this time, he couldn't leave Feng Qingyan too far and went northwest to search......

"Really murderous?"

Donglou Hao hesitated, and at this time he was not sure whether there was murderous or not.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and chased after Feng Qingyan.

Regardless of whether there is murderous aura or not, Feng Qingyan's safety is the most important thing, and it may be the enemy's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

After leaving in the East Building.

Ten miles to the northwest in a forest, a young man in white was already sweating profusely.

At this time, he sensed that Feng Qingyan and the others were leaving, and he seemed to be finally relieved, but he couldn't imagine that it was just a void saint in the scribe realm who could sense the murderous aura ten miles away.

And it was the murderous aura that he accidentally leaked.

It's horrible.

Fortunately, he held back his thoughts and gave up completely.

After a while, he recovered and said to himself, "It's good that you can get close to the Void Saint ......."

At this time, he had completely given up, and there was no killing intent in his heart, so he could naturally get close to the Void Saint, and even had the opportunity to enter the Burial Mountain Academy.

"Before the year of the weak crown, you can peek into the holy realm, and it is really beautiful. ”

The young man in white exclaimed in his heart.

"But isn't the holy road broken?, why can Feng Qingyan still be able to peek into the holy realm?" The young man in white was a little puzzled, so he thought about it and said to himself: "Could it be that the holy road has reappeared?"

"Does this mean that the Heavenly Ladder Floating Mountain can also be reconnected?"

At this time, the young man in white's eyes lit up, and he was faintly excited in his heart, if the ladder emerged and could be reconnected, would it mean ......

It's a pity that it's just his guess.

"Go to Bocheng to see ......"

The young man in white said in a low voice.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and he suddenly turned into a white mist, gradually disappearing into heaven and earth.

Not long after, a faint white mist appeared on the side of the Lingshui River hundreds of miles away from Bocheng, and a young man in white walked out of the white mist.

The white fog cleared.

He stood by the Lingshui River, looked towards the Burial Mountain Academy, and walked towards Bocheng.

However, he suddenly stopped, turned back to the Lingshui River, and looked at the reflection in the river, and frowned slightly.

At the center of his eyebrows, there was a small faint white mist.

This is the Mark of the Mist.

He groaned, then took the river in both hands and wiped it from his brow.

The mark of the mist at the center of the eyebrows was hidden.

However, it is still possible to be seen through by the existence of the Great Confucian level, and even the Void Sage of the Scribe Realm cannot hide it.

After all, the Void Saint could feel his murderous aura ten miles away.

Then he stood up with a frown, looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the burial hill.

There is a god in the burial mountain.

He saw it at a glance.

It's a pity that there is a academy at the foot of the burial mountain, and it is still one of the eighty-one academies of Confucianism.

Therefore, he couldn't go to the god of the burial mountain for help.

So who to look for?

If Dongshan-kun made a move, even Daxian would not be able to see through the imprint of his brow, but Dongshan-jun was already Dongshan-jun of Zhou Tianxia......

He sighed.

He closed his eyes, and his body gradually turned into a white mist.

The white mist dispersed upstream and downstream along the Lingshui River.

After a while, the white mist dispersed towards the lower reaches of the Lingshui River, looking like the mist emitted by the river.

I don't know how many miles the white fog floated out, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, and the white fog finally stopped.

A white-clothed figure walked out of the white mist, looked at Lingshui River and said lightly: "Wubai has seen the Lingshui God." ”

But the Lingshui River did not react.

The young man in white couldn't help but smile and said, "Wubai doesn't have any other intentions, he just wants to ask for a drop of rootless water." ”

The Lingshui River still did not respond.

"Since this is the case, the fog white has no choice but to take it by himself, and I hope that the spirit water god will forgive me. The young man in white groaned, and his body turned into a white mist again, and he actually merged into the Lingshui River.

A moment later, the Lingshui River suddenly rolled and set off huge waves several feet high, as if angry.

A vague shadow of water appeared, looking extremely angry, but he was helpless in the face of the young man in white, so he could only watch a drop of rootless water be taken away.

The white fog cleared.

The young man in white had already snatched a drop of rootless water from the spiritual water god.

"Fog Bai thanked the spirit water god. ”

The young man in white applied rootless water to the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, I am afraid that even the Great Confucian, even the Great Sage, will find it difficult to find the mark of the fog in the center of his eyebrows. He looked at the still angry Spirit Water God, smiled and said, "Fog White will definitely help you take the position of the river god one day......"

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