Di Shuye suddenly had a bad premonition, it seemed that the purpose of going down the mountain today was not as simple as just looking for a shepherd! But this thought was only fleeting, Di Shuye didn't think much about it, and immediately went down the Guqin Peak with Drunken Fufeng and rushed to the mass grave.

"I don't know if Xiaoqing and San'er have found Aunt Yanmang, have they ......" Walking on the familiar path, recalling the scenes of the past few years, Di Shuye couldn't help but think of the blue bird, since being taken out of the Burning God Valley by the bell ringer, the blue bird and the three-eyed cow went down the mountain together to find the fire phoenix, but there is no news so far.

"Senior brother, where are we going?" Seeing that the road was getting more and more remote, Drunken Fufeng couldn't help but wonder a little, and asked, but saw Di Shuye frowning and walking quickly, as if he didn't hear his words at all.

"Senior brother, junior brother?"

"Oh, brother, we're going to the mass grave, and Uncle Shi wants me to look for the shepherd, but I don't know where it is? Di Shu came back to his senses and hurriedly explained.

"Poof......" Drunken Fufeng smiled, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's really hard to imagine that snatching food from your father-in-law's grave would happen to him...... Alright, let's go all the way, let's slow down for a while!"

Di Shu Ye responded, the two slowly walked on the remote road, casually while walking and chatting, not long walk, there is a thatched simple tea stall on the side of the road in front, this small tea stall existed when Di Shu Ye was still very young, he remembered that it was opened by an old man in the next village, it is located in the middle of nowhere, far away from the farmer's house, but it is quite close to the farmer's field, the old man built a tea stall here, in line with the original intention of giving the farmers who go up and down the field to have saliva to drink, a year down, can collect a few taels of silver, make a poor money, enough to eat at this end of the road。

But now that winter is coming, the crops in the north have been harvested, and the tea stall is empty and almost open, but today it is obviously different.

"It seems that there are indeed a lot of people coming to this big competition of the eight major sects in the Western Continent. The small stools and tables on the small tea stall were no longer enough, and some people sat on the straw pile on the side, chatting with each other, drinking inferior tea, and looking happy.

"Xiaoye, let's go beg for tea too, I'm in a hurry along the way, I'm really a little thirsty!" Drunken Fufeng suggested.

Di Shuye frowned, but did not refuse.

There were originally about a dozen people at the tea stall, but it seems that the dozen or so people are not from the same sect. Di Shuye counted carefully, there were fourteen people, two kinds of clothes, seven of them were all wearing white robes, white robes with thin black gauze on the outside, wearing square scarves, all of them looked like scholars who had learned a lot.

The other seven people were carrying a small package on their backs, and the sleeves of their white clothes were all black, black and white, quite weird, and they were pointing fingers and talking about them one by one, Di Shuye listened carefully for a while, and seemed to be talking about the scenery here.

"The people in white clothes and black yarn are all from the Shuzong!" Drunken Fufeng moved to Di Shuye's side with the tea bowl and said in a low voice, "The other seven people are all from the Painting Sect, Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting are all in Hanyang Kingdom, although the Shuzong and the Painting Sect are not as close to us as the Qizong, but they are much closer to the four sects of Meilan Zhuju, but these people have not yet reached Wuzhi Mountain, and they are obviously dissatisfied with the Qinzong." ”

Drunk Fufeng analyzed for a while, he was the son of the sect master of the Qin Sect, the Qin Sect was like a home to him, the sense of belonging was naturally strong, and the head of the analysis was the Tao, on the other hand, Di Shuye, but he was stunned when he heard it, whether others were satisfied with the Qin Sect or not, it didn't matter to him, even if the big competition began, the seven major sects picked the Qin Sect, it was nothing to Di Shuye.

"There are seven people in the Book Sect, there are two Chinese Quxing masters, and the other strength I can't see through, it should be the late seventh-level or saint master, the other four are all sixth-level golden pupils or so, two of the seven people in the Painting Sect I can't see through, five of them are sixth-level golden pupils. Drunk Fufeng suddenly said.

"Senior brother?" Di Shuye was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Zui Fufeng, "Why do you want to transmit sound?"

Before Drunken Fufeng could speak, the sound of the sky slapping water sounded in Di Shuye's head: "Xiaoye, didn't you see any difference in the eyes of these people when they just saw you?"

Di Shuye was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it was no different, so he asked, "Grandpa Shui, what's wrong, it's no different?"

"Hey, I'm talking about the three people of the Book Sect, as well as the two saint-level masters of the Painting Sect!" Tian Pashui chuckled, "As soon as you arrived here, the aura of the blue wood spirit on your body was detected by these five people, I felt a slight fluctuation before, it can be seen that these five people have already transmitted the sound to others, I am sure that if you get up now, someone will definitely stop you!"

"Sure enough, ......" Di Shuye sighed secretly, and the bell ringer asked him to bring the blue wood spirit to find the shepherd, and he realized that something might happen, and he was not discovered all the way, but when he got here, he was discovered.

"No, how could the bell ringer not think of this? He asked me to take the blue wood spirit down the mountain, isn't it like a child walking in the downtown with a piece of gold in his arms? Why did he do this?" Di Shuye felt that something was wrong at first, but at this time he finally understood.

The Book Sect and the Painting Sect were both cultivators of the Wood Clan, and the aura of the Blue Wood Spirit naturally could not escape their perception.

"Hmph, I'm not a kid running blindly with gold in the downtown area!" Di Shuye snorted coldly in his heart, except for those two saint-level masters, Di Shuye was not sure to defeat them, but there was no doubt about escaping.

"I just hope it doesn't get to that point!"

"Little Night...... Try to cause a fight between the two of them... Rush to the side of the mass grave!" At this moment, Di Shuye suddenly heard a voice in his ears.

"Uncle Shi!" Di Shuye was furious, this voice was the voice of the bell ringer, "Why are you doing this?"

"Don't worry, child, you'll be fine, you just need to do what I say now!" The bell-ringer's voice was full of kindness, and Di Shuye snorted, and stopped pursuing it for the time being.

stood up at the moment, looked at Zuifufeng, and said, "Senior brother, let's go!"

"Okay, I've drunk it too, let's go!" Drunken Fufeng glanced at Di Shuye approvingly, obviously the bell ringer also transmitted the sound to Zuifufeng.

"Please stay, you two!" Before the two of them could take a step, someone spoke behind them.

"If we don't grind with them, the more we go, the more they will hate each other, go!" Di Shuye said, then let go of his footsteps and walked forward quickly.

"Catch them!" Shuzong was furious, and the first Wenqu star shouted angrily, Huo Ran got up, and was about to catch up.

The man had just taken two steps, and the figure in front of him flickered, white clothes and black sleeves, and it was one of the saint masters of the Painting Sect who stood in front of him.

"So rude? Don't you see that others are still drinking tea? When you got up, all the dust and scum fell into our bowls, why did you want to leave without giving an explanation?" The man's face was quite old, and he thought that he was also an old man from the Painting Sect.

"Which senior of the Painting Sect are you? Don't beat around the bush, everyone doesn't talk in secret, if you want to get the baby, you can speak with your ability!" The Wenqu Xing of the Shuzong sneered, waved his hand, and all the disciples around him shouted, chasing Di Shuye and the others.

"Hey, Shuzong's Wenqu star is a bit interesting, it seems that he is also a simple person!haha!" Di Shuye was very happy in his heart, generally when people meet in the rivers and lakes, when they encounter grudges, they must first say a word about the rivers and lakes, what have been favored, and today they are here to reciprocate, and what are the secret words of fighting tigers and killing ants, but the purpose is not to make things clear, in fact, the purpose is to keep a face for each other, but this Wenqu star of Shuzong is a happy person, and he does not grind and chirp, he gets straight to the point, and directly tears his face.

Three groups of people chased after me, and soon arrived at the mass grave.

"Alright, you guys stop, let's watch the play first!" rang the bell-ringer's voice.

"What an old cunning!" Di Shuye fully understood at this moment that the real purpose of taking the Blue Wood Spirit down the mountain was not to find the shepherd, of course he found the best. And the real purpose is to attract the attention of several other major sects, to put it bluntly, he is a fishing hook, Lan Muling is the bait hanging on the hook, and the disciples of these several major sects are big fish.

The purpose of the bell ringer is very simple, to use the blue wood spirit and the greed of the surname to let these people fight before they go to the Qin Sect, so that he can hide aside and check, and he can almost touch the strength of people from other sects.

But what Di Shuye couldn't figure out was that it was not a big competition between sects, why let the bell ringers go out to do such dirty things? Could it be that there are still some hidden secrets in the big competition between these sects?

Seeing that Di Shuye and the two of them didn't run away, the two groups of Shuzong and the Painting Sect were temporarily in their hearts, and they were fighting together for a while.

"You two take a good look, the attack spell of the Shuzong is self-contained, it is very wonderful, and the Painting Sect is more worthy of your study, learn more, there is no harm!" The voice of the bell ringer sounded again, in fact, there is no need for him to say, these two martial idiots have long been addicted to it.

The two saints on both sides were obviously not the strongest, the sage master of the Shuzong stared at Di Shuye tightly, ignoring the battle situation on one side, while the two saints of the painting sect on the other side, one of them also paid close attention to Di Shuye, and the other sometimes paid attention to the situation on the field, and sometimes paid attention to the sage of the Shuzong on the other.

"Alas, as soon as this saint comes out, there will be a lot of them, when will the masters become the same price as cabbage......" Drunk Fufeng watched the fight with relish, while glancing at the three saint masters of the two sects of calligraphy and painting, muttered.

"That's a good move!" Di Shuye didn't hear him at all, and blurted out in admiration.

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