This quasi-immortal obviously didn't want to reveal his identity, so he kept his face covered, and he didn't communicate with anyone, at most he whispered a few words to the person in charge of the ring. I stayed in the capital for seven or eight days, and he only appeared in two days, and he sat in the ring, and no one challenged him. Until I left, there hadn't been a single fight in the ring. ”

“...... Doesn't it mean that quasi-immortals are particularly rare, and they are very low-key, and even live in seclusion all year round?"

"I do show up occasionally. As long as you live in the world, it is inevitable that some people will be involved in the world and social connections, and it is said that a certain prince invited this quasi-immortal through a personal relationship, which is not easy. ”

"I see. However, with such a powerful person as the champion, how can anyone dare to challenge it? It is not a pure decoration? Although it is not required to beat the champion in this kind of ring, as long as the champion recognizes the strength, it is inevitable that people in the quasi-immortal realm will also be the champion, and it is inevitable that ......."

"Maybe that's what they want?" Mo Qingning raised his eyebrows: "There are some things that are useless to talk about now, and you will naturally understand when you go down the mountain and experience it in the future." ”

"Okay...... Anyway, I'll always travel the world, and I'll have a good life. ”

......

Bidding farewell to Mo Qingning, Song Yi left the ancestral court again, and walked towards the courtyard where he lived in the thick of the night.

Another day had passed, and the ten-day deadline given for the school was almost over, and it was the second half of the night, and everything was silent, except for the light of the stars and the moon shining in the zenith. Song Yi planned to wait for dawn, so he would go to the Bounty Court to hand over his homework, and then there would be two to three days of leisure, followed by the ancestor festival.

After two or three days of hard work, Song Yi decided to use it for retreat, without distractions, to break through the boundaries and improve his strength again. He had a faint premonition that the ancestor festival was ...... I'm afraid it won't be very peaceful.

Large-scale events that are public often become the gateway to the outbreak of unexpected events.

Song Yi remembered a past incident.

Just a few months before the crossing, Song Yi was organized by the school's teachers to be an extras in the local scenic spot, saying that a certain big man was going to arrive and had to clear the scene, but he couldn't be a vacuum, and he had to choose some reliable people to fill the scene. So, Song Yique, who has always had good grades and strong social activity ability, was selected and brought over with a few classmates.

Song Yi was particularly impressed by this incident, and he still clearly remembers that it was a cloudy day, and before two o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at the scene, staying on a hillside full of tea trees, wearing uniformly distributed clothes, wearing a straw hat on his head, and carrying a bamboo basket in his hand.

According to the instructions of the above, they are responsible for playing the role of local tea pickers. To this end, we also trained in tea picking techniques for two days, striving to look unremarkable.

The teacher who brought them, along with a few staff members from nowhere, also dressed as tea farmers, and everyone waited on the hillside, waiting for the big man who had only seen on the news to come over.

According to the script, the big man and his party will walk to this hillside at about half past three and see the busy and happy life of the "tea farmers". However, Song Yi and the others waited until it was almost four o'clock, and there was no one in sight, and the students were very curious and a little anxious - although everyone had no good feelings about this kind of formalism in their hearts, but at this moment, they were all looking forward to them coming quickly, otherwise wouldn't this hard work be in vain?

With this thought in mind, everyone on the hillside, including the teacher and Song Yi himself, craned their necks and looked in the direction where the big man and his party should have come.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom", and the entire hillside shook twice, and then, a thick smoke rose from the bottom of the mountain, and quickly filled the air, bringing an unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with burnt odor.

Immediately afterward, an even louder explosion resounded all around, and the whole mountain shook!

Song Yi and his classmates were stunned, they didn't know what was going on, but the two staff members reacted first, threw the bamboo basket and hat, and ran quickly down the mountain!

Just after running a few steps, one of them turned around and shouted at the teacher: You take care of the students, don't move!

Something went wrong?!

Song Yi reacted, instinctively wanted to follow and watch, but as soon as he took a step, he grabbed the teacher's arm and told him not to go over to join in the fun, this is not something they can interfere with!

Song Yi turned around and saw that the teacher's face was pale, his speech was stammering, and several classmates were also panicked. A female classmate was even more frightened and sat on the ground, saying something inarticulately, Song Yi listened carefully and found that what she said was: My father is the chief engineer of the chemical group, this is an explosion, there is a bomb......

At this time, the chaotic voices of people under the mountain also came, sirens, ambulances, shouts, and crying...... All kinds of jumbled voices convey the same emotions: fear, anxiety, and overwhelm......

Hearing these voices, Song Yi shook off the teacher's hand and was about to rush down the mountain. Several other classmates couldn't stay still, especially Wang Weili, whose parents were doctors, shouted that there must be dead and injured, and went to help, so they followed Song Yi down the hill.

At that time, everyone's consciousness in their minds was still very simple, and there was only one intention to run down: to help save people.

It was a chaotic moment, and the hillside was not high, and they really rushed all the way down the mountain.

When he saw that scene with his own eyes, Song Yi was stunned, because the scene was too chaotic and terrible - blood all over the ground, people all over the ground, burnt pieces of flesh scattered on the ground and in ditches, broken legs hung on trees, and a few people lying on the side of the road, half of their bodies were charred black, with more air coming out and less air in......

There were only two ambulances on the scene, and the panicked medical staff took care of this and not that. The little nurses squatted on the ground, crying while bandaging the wounded, and the doctors on board were busy giving first aid to the seriously injured, but the conditions were too limited to do anything about it.

The people who can still move normally next to them are all slightly injured, and they can't take care of themselves in this kind of scene, and they are looking for someone who can help.

There are also two people who seem to be government workers, talking frantically on the phone, shouting in a hoarse voice, shouting to hurry up, hurry up, something is wrong!

Everyone at the scene was disgraced and covered in blood.

A large crater was blown out of the ground, and smoke was hissing from it.

After all, Wang Weili has a family background, so he rushed forward in two steps to help a nurse carry the head of the wounded, and the female classmate also had the courage to come over and help a lame old lady to the side of the road.

It was so busy for a few minutes, with the sound of sirens that shook the sky, ambulances, fire trucks, patrol cars...... All the people who should have come came, the wounded were transferred away one by one, and Song Yi and his entourage were also taken into the car, speeding all the way back to the city, and settling down in a hotel.

If they are locals and need to go home every day, they will call home and say that everything is fine, but they will stay away for a few nights and cooperate with the investigation, and they will negotiate other matters.

They were all students in the ivory tower, and they had never seen such a big scene, so Song Yi, including the teacher who took them, could only agree to come down, and stayed in the hotel for three nights, eating, drinking, and new clothes, and talking to the staff twice a day. Early on the morning of the fourth day, they were put back and told to keep it a secret and not to talk nonsense.

When leaving the hotel, Song Yi remembered that he didn't see the legendary big man at the scene at that time, and he didn't know whether he was sent away at the first time, or he was honorably dedicated.

Two days later, news about the incident appeared in the national media, but it was very brief and vague, and about half a month later, the news of the death of the big man from illness made headlines.

On that day, Song Yi found that the front pages of all newspapers and websites were in black and white.

......

Retracting his thoughts, Song Yi sighed secretly, and the vague uneasiness in his heart seemed to have become stronger.

According to the custom of the Yuequan sect, every ten years of the patriarch festival, the mountain gate will be opened for a few days, so that ordinary people under the mountain can also enter the entrance to visit, and at the same time, some activities will be held to promote enlightenment, and some people will even take this opportunity to go up the mountain to ask for help.

In short, it's an opportunity to open your door, lower your profile, and welcome your friends, but it also means some risk. I don't know if the head and Mo Qingning have considered this problem, and what kind of preparations have they made?

While thinking and walking, Song Yi returned to his courtyard and closed the courtyard door, it was still a dark night all around, all the sounds were silent, and the stars and moon were hazy. Standing in the courtyard, Song Yi looked around and called into the air:

"Jin Yu. ”

Whew-la-la

A gust of wind blew, and the big bird fell from the sky, stood in front of Song Yi, and looked at him fixedly.

"Well, I knew you were nearby. ”

Song Yi touched Jin Yu's head, took out the Gathering Spirit Bead given by Mo Qingning from his arms, and said to it: "I finally know your origin tonight, it turns out that you are a descendant of Xuanhuang, the stroke of the four true spirits, and you are a rare pure-blooded individual, since we have this fate, I will raise you well." This one is for you, just as your eggshell thank you gift. ”

"Chirp!"

As soon as he saw Song Yi take out the Gathering Spirit Bead containing the power of the wind, Jin Yu seemed to sense something, flapped his wings, shook his head, and jumped in place excitedly, obviously liking it very much.

"Don't worry, I'll draw out the spiritual power in it for you. ”

Looking at its anxious appearance, Song Yi smiled slightly, activated his true qi, and carefully injected it into the Gathering Spirit Bead, stirring the hidden wind spiritual power in it, guiding this pure spiritual power to leave the Gathering Spirit Bead and slowly inject it into Jin Yu's body......

The first time he operated the spirit gathering body, Song Yi didn't dare to be reckless, and he was afraid that Jin Yu would be too young to digest and absorb it smoothly, so he guided it very slowly, and carefully observed Jin Yu's reaction while injecting spiritual power.

I saw Jin Yu retract his wings, close his eyes, and open his mouth slightly, as if he was enjoying the baptism of this spiritual power. Song Yi put his mind at ease, in less than half a pillar of incense, the spiritual power of the wind in the spirit gathering bead had been completely extracted and absorbed, and it had become a pitch-black and empty bead, which was no longer useful.