In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Chen said goodbye to Tian Buyi early in the morning, left Dazhufeng, and left Qingyunmen.

At present, Zhang Xiaofan has successfully entered the Great Bamboo Peak of Qingyunmen, just as Zhou Chen planned.

Although the formal apprenticeship ceremony has not yet been held, this matter has become a sure fact, and nothing will happen easily.

Next, Zhang Xiaofan only needs to practice step by step.

At least for four or five years, Zhang Xiaofan will live in Qingyunmen peacefully.

And Zhou Chen is not from Qingyunmen after all, how can he not stay in Qingyunmen all the time?

So when Zhou Chen arranged Zhang Xiaofan's affairs properly, he was ready to leave Qingyunmen to plan some other things.

For example, the Xuanhuo Jian, one of the artifacts in this realm, and the exchange of the second volume of the Heavenly Book by the Ghost King Sect, these things can already be put on the agenda.

After leaving Qingyun Gate, Zhou Chen went straight to the east to the sky.

The destination of his trip was a place called Koike Town, a small town located near Mt. Rubo in the east.

The reason why I went to Koike Town was because the Xuanhuo Jian artifact would be taken to a cave called Black Stone Cave around Koike Town in the future.

In addition, among the trees outside the black stone cave, there is a full moon well that is 3,000 years old.

Legend has it that when the moon is full, if you look into the well, you can see the person or thing you love most.

Zhou Chen was also very curious about the full moon well, so he was also going to take a look at the well, whether it was really as strange as the legend.

All the way to the east, after about three thousand miles, Zhou Chen came to a very familiar mountain range.

Kongsang Mountain, the secret stronghold of the black-hearted old man eight hundred years ago, is in the blood-dripping cave of the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Cave of Kongsang Mountain.

Four years ago, Zhou Chen found the first volume of the Book of Heaven here.

Thinking about the original Kongsang Mountain, it was still a desolate mountain range that was inaccessible.

However, after these four years passed, traces of monks' activities appeared in the Kusan Mountain.

Standing on top of the clouds with his hands in his hands, Zhou Chen's divine thoughts moved slightly, and he even probed the situation in Kongsang Mountain.

Most of the monks who are active in the Kongsang Mountain at the moment exude a terrifying and bloody aura in their bodies.

There is no doubt that these monks must have come from the Demon Dao lineage, and nine times out of ten they are the remnants of the Black-Hearted Old Man's Blood Refining Hall.

Slowly retracting his thoughts, Zhou Chen continued to walk towards the east.

These Demon Dao monks didn't provoke Zhou Chen, and Zhou Chen naturally didn't bother to pay attention to them.

As for such a thing as Demon Removal Guardian, Zhou Chen didn't have that idle time.

When he continued to fly eastward for more than a hundred miles, Zhou Chen suddenly let out a soft sigh, and the speed of his flight in the sky suddenly weakened.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Chen stepped on the gold brick and fell from the clouds and landed at a three-way intersection.

Next to this intersection, under a leafy tree, there is a small tea stall, which provides a place for pedestrians to drink tea in the shade.

It's noon, and it's the hottest time of the day.

It is rare that a breeze blows lightly, blowing the branches and leaves of the big trees slowly, casting a little bit of broken sun, sprinkled on the ground.

In such a hot and humid climate, if you can drink a bowl of herbal tea to relieve the heat, it is definitely a precious blessing for pedestrians and business travelers.

Therefore, the tea stall at this intersection can be called very prosperous.

The tables and chairs placed under the towering trees are almost full of passers-by and business travelers.

However, Zhou Chen's sudden fall was not for tea.

According to Zhou Chen's current cultivation realm, it has long been a problem that the cold and heat will not invade.

The reason why he landed in front of the tea stall was because one of the customers of the tea stall had attracted his attention.

It was a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, with thin eyebrows and a square face, and his eyebrows looked elegant, but his eyes were blazing, and his forehead was full, but he had his own momentum without anger in this elegance.

Dressed in a plain white Confucian robe, he also has a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, which is exquisite and transparent, faintly auspicious, and he knows that it is not ordinary at a glance.

Beside the middle-aged scribe, there was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, who seemed to be his daughter.

The little girl was wearing a water-green neon palace dress, with pink makeup and jade, smart and cute.

A little bit of broken sun shone down through the mottled shadows of the trees, shining brightly on the little girl's white skin like snow, like a fairy who had fallen into the dust.

Seeing Zhou Chen falling from the sky, the merchants and travelers in the tea stall were immediately in an uproar.

Looking at this world, although monks are not rare and rare existences, they are not something that ordinary people can see when they meet.

At the same time, the father and daughter with extraordinary temperament were also attracted by Zhou Chen's actions.

There was a little thought in the depths of the little girl's eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

And on the face of the middle-aged scribe, there was a look of shock that was fleeting.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the middle-aged scribe put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and arched his hand to Zhou Chen.

He said with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect Wan to be lucky enough to meet Brother Zhou at this remote tea stall.

After four years, Brother Zhou has been doing well lately? ! ”

Hearing these words in his ears, the corners of Zhou Chen's mouth slowly curved a little.

As he walked to the table where the middle-aged scribe was sitting, he raised his hand and saluted back and said, "Sect Master Wan, it's been a long time!" ”

The middle-aged scribe in front of him was none other than the giant figure of today's Demon Dao lineage, the sect master of the Ghost King Sect.

As for the little girl who is next to tens of thousands of people, it is naturally his daughter Baguio.

The reason why Zhou Chen just fell from the clouds was because his divine thoughts scanned the existence of Wan Renxiang and Baguio's father and daughter.

Leaving Qingyun Mountain on this trip, Zhou Chen's main target was the artifact Xuanhuo Jian, as well as the second volume of the Book of Heaven in the hands of ten thousand people.

He originally planned to go to Xiaochi Town to get the Xuanhuo Jian first, but he went to the Ghost King Sect to find 10,000 people to plan the second volume of the Heavenly Book.

As a result, who would have thought that on the way to Xiaochi Town, Zhou Chen would actually meet Wan Wan Xiang and Baguio father and daughter at this remote small tea stall.

So Zhou Chen was ready to make contact with 10,000 people first to see if there was any hope of obtaining the second volume of the Book of Heaven from him.