Beidi grassland, green sky, light breeze.

Ling Zihuan looked for prestige, and saw an old man not far behind, sitting cross-legged in the air, floating up and down slightly.

The old man was dressed in a robe and beast clothes, wearing a brown round hat, and an inexplicable totem at the brim, similar to a sacred bird.

He was very thin, his face was sallow, and he seemed to be sickly, with white hair, two curved white eyebrows slowly spreading, his lips moving slightly, and his eyes closed.

Ling Zihuan was taken aback, he didn't expect that there were other people in this place, "Huh, you...... Are you talking to me?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes swept Ling Zihuan from head to toe, and his gaze finally fell on the "Long Yuan" in Ling Zihuan's hand.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he glanced at the jade pendant on Ling Zihuan's chest again, and replied "um" with a smile.

Being looked at by this person like this, Ling Zihuan was uncomfortable, and asked blankly: "Old man, where is the old man?"

As he spoke, Ling Zihuan hurriedly looked around and found that the endless area was grassland, and he didn't see the "old man" he said.

The old man rolled his eyes after hearing this, and when he saw Ling Zihuan's stupid appearance, he snorted, "The old man I am talking about is what I mean." ”

Ling Zihuan then understood, scratched his head in embarrassment, arched his hand, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Well, so that's the case, I've seen the old man in the next place." ”

"My name is Tart Fengzi. It stands to reason that you should call me a senior. ”

"Huh?" Ling Zihuan looked surprised at first, and then suddenly pointed at the old man and laughed, making the white-haired old man in a fog, "Hahaha, some people still say that my name is ugly." Hahaha...... Haha, there are still people called 'big madmen', I really laugh to death, haha......"

Just as Ling Zihuan was laughing uncontrollably, the old man's face was flushed with anger, his face was like a drum skin, and he rushed to Ling Zihuan with a "whoosh" sound like a ghost.

I saw that his right hand stretched out, and a black cane appeared in the palm of his hand, and he slammed it twice on Ling Zihuan's head.

"Oh, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly rush over and hit someone! Ouch, it hurts me. ”

Ling Zihuan touched the victim, glanced at the old man, and found that he was looking at him with a serious face, and there was a trace of annoyance in his cloudy eyes.

The old man shook his head helplessly, and said solemnly: "I'll say it one last time, my name is Tart...... Wind...... Son, the old man is going to be angry with you at this age!"

Ling Zihuan let out an "oh" first, still touching his head, but he didn't expect this old man's strength to be really strong.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, looked at Tart Fengzi and said, "Tart Fengzi, by the way, Xiao Qi said, the 'Void Enchantment' was created by our Spirit Clan's Tart Fengzi, it can't be you, right?"

"That's right. ”

After that, Ling Zihuan hesitated for a moment, then arched his hand again, bowed, and said apologetically: "I've seen my predecessors, I'm young and vigorous, I look at you Haihan." ”

Tart Fengzi saw Ling Zihuan's stupid energy, angry and funny, and drooped his eyelids, "What Xiaoqi you just said?"

"It's just poor. That guy made me call it that, and this nickname is funny. As he spoke, Ling Zihuan was about to laugh, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was afraid of the power of the black cane, so he held back.

Tart Fengzi naturally didn't care about Ling Zihuan, and said lightly: "Could it be that Qi Qi is trapped in the Void Enchantment?"

"yes, but I don't know what happened. ”

Tart Fengzi took a deep breath, looked at Ling Zihuan again, and saw that his eyebrows were beautiful and his pupils were clear, "Child, there are some things you will know sooner or later." ”

Ling Zihuan almost forgot about his business, and hurriedly asked, "By the way, senior, what is this place, and why are you here, aren't you already ......?"

"You can finally get to the point," Tart Fengzi stroked his chin leisurely and his long beard, "this is your home, and the old man is only here to wait for someone." ”

Could this be me?

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, involuntarily let out a "hmm", looked around the vast prairie again, and said hesitantly: "Ah...... Can there be people living in this place? Are you kidding me?"

As soon as the words fell, Tart Fengzi's black cane drew a large arc in the air from top to bottom, and slammed on Ling Zihuan's head with a "bang", which really made him cry bitterly.

"Ouch, why do you keep beating people?" Ling Zihuan grinned with his teeth bared, thinking that this old man's temper was really bad.

"I beat people, I still want to eat people!" Tart Fengzi's cloudy eyes wiped a trace of blood red, sighed helplessly, glanced at Ling Zihuan and said, "Including myself, everything here is transformed by the old man's true anger, so I don't have time to fight with you Haha, give me a good listen." ”

After speaking, the tart wind brewed for a while, and his eyes turned away, letting the grassland breeze stir the silver hair in his ears.

I saw him say slowly: "Old man, I am a person of the same age as the ancestor of Xuanqing Sect. Back then, Master Zu did not hesitate to spend a hundred years of cultivation to suppress a few ancient divine weapons, buried them in the sword mound, and had a good relationship with me, so I set up a self-created 'void enchantment' on the outer layer of the sword mound, so as to hide the sword mound from the world. ”

"This move is naturally excellent, but there are still a lot of ancient gods and soldiers in the world. What a heroic name the ancestor is, he passed the spell of enchantment entry and exit to the next head of Xuanqing Sect with the important task of 'finding divine soldiers and burying the sword mound deeply', and entrusted this important event to be passed on from generation to generation, in order to stabilize the Central Plains and reduce killing. ”

While listening, Ling Zihuan couldn't stop nodding his head, and said with a smile: "It seems that the relationship between the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect and the seniors is really good, and he actually told you the top secret in the sect." ”

Tart Fengzi snorted and said expressionlessly: "If he wasn't willing to tell me about this, how could I easily help him! Despite this, Master Ren's cultivation is profound, and he didn't notice a omission in this Void Enchantment, that is, the entrance when you entered this enchantment, the ant cave, otherwise you wouldn't have come here and seen my old man." ”

"Omission?" Ling Zihuan thought silently, but suddenly had an idea, remembering what Qi Qi had just said to him.

"Back then, Yuxi thought I was still useful, so he used the Qianli scroll to imprison me here, and also used this damn thousand bone rope, which is really interesting! Speaking of this enchantment, I admire that guy from Tart Fengzi, he actually left a hand for his own people, I'm afraid even the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect didn't think of this, hum......"

Ling Zihuan remembered that when Qi Qi said this, his face was cunning, not showing his admiration for Tart Fengzi.

At that time, Ling Zihuan didn't care about it, thinking that he had inadvertently entered this enchantment, and it was the relationship between the red jade on his chest, but now listening to Tart Fengzi's reminder, and recalling what Qi Qi said, he seemed to understand the implied meaning of his words.

Could it all have been arranged......

Tart Fengzi stroked his beard again, and said indifferently: "Child, the old man can't help it." Since the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect opened the mountain and established the faction, many capable people and tribes in the world have been recruited by the Xuanqing Sect. ”

"Not to be outdone, the Phantom Sound Temple and Luoxue Pavilion occupy a place in the Shenzhou Continent to resist foreign invasions. Although our spirit race is located in the border area of the Beidi grassland, it is an ancient race, and we would rather fend for ourselves than send people under the fence and live in secret. ”

"Back then, the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect once advised us to merge the Spirit Clan into the Xuanqing Sect to resist the alien races together and plan for great things together, but the old man knew in his heart that one mountain could not accommodate two tigers. ”

"We are not many in number, but we are the embodiment of the wind, with extraordinary wisdom and potential, and the demon and witch clans have always coveted this power. ”

"If the Spirit Clan merges into the Xuanqing Sect, if they can't get along in harmony, then the alien race will definitely take this opportunity to provoke a war. In ancient times, the Emperor of Zhuan Xuan, who finally exchanged countless lives for the vast land of Shenzhou, the human race must not kill each other. ”

"Sometimes, the greater the strength, the greater the danger, it is better to scatter them and balance each other, which is the way for the human race to survive. ”

"The Xuanqing Sect is the number one sect in the land of Shenzhou, and there are many people, and our spirit clan is absolutely inferior. If the Spirit Clan is destroyed, the Xuanqing Sect can also combine the Phantom Sound Temple, Luoxue Pavilion, and the ancient races and tribes to resist the alien race. ”

"If the Xuanqing Sect and the Spirit Clan are destroyed together, then the land of Shenzhou will be in danger. After the persuasion of the old man, the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect also realized the benefits and disadvantages, so he no longer insisted on it, and since then, although the Spirit Clan and the Xuanqing Sect have been far apart, they have contacts with each other and are dependent on each other. ”

Tart Fengzi paused, and suddenly his expression changed slightly, "Although I have the mind to take the overall situation into account, how can I not know that our spirit clan lives far away in the Beidi frontier, in the endless grassland. If one day, a strong enemy attacks, the break will not last long. ”

So, the old man thought of this stubble. Hmph, the ancestor is wise and brave, and future generations may not use the ancient gods, and I deliberately left an ant hole in the enchantment, even if there is no spell, we spirit people can enter and exit the enchantment from the ant hole. ”

As he spoke, Tart Fengzi glanced at the Longyuan Sword in Ling Zihuan's hand, squeezed out a little smile on his sallow skin, and said leisurely: "It seems that you didn't disappoint the old man!"

"By the way, do you know what the situation is today?" Tart Fengzi suddenly had a trace of worry on his face.

When he asked, he actually wanted to know if the Spirit Clan was still there.

Of course, Ling Zihuan knew the meaning of this sentence, and wanted to tell the truth, admitting that he didn't know what the situation was like today, but with a slight bow, he saw a pair of white eyebrows wrinkled on Tart Fengzi's face that had gone through vicissitudes, which made him feel a pain in his heart, and he really couldn't bear it.

He staggered, "Ah...... Well, I don't know very well. However, I heard that the friendship between the Spirit Clan and the Xuanqing Sect has always been good, and it still is. ”

After speaking, Ling Zihuan only felt that his face was hot, this was the first time he had lied in his life, in fact, it was not a lie, because whether the Spirit Clan was still there, he really didn't know, maybe it was still there.

Thinking of this, Ling Zihuan's heart suddenly shook, and he secretly thought, "No! If the Spirit Clan is still there, then why did I grow up in a barren village instead of this prairie." ”

"It's strange why my father never told me about my origins, just that my mother died when she gave birth to me...... I've never seen anything about my mother, and my father didn't allow me to mention it since I was a child, and I gradually forgot about it. ”

"What is all this? Who is my mother? Xiao Qi said that I am Mo Li's descendant, right?" Ling Zihuan felt more and more big as he thought about it.

"If that's the case, the old man can rest assured," Tart Fengzi stretched his white eyebrows and said lightly, "No matter where you are or what you do, you must be worthy of the sword in your hand." ”

Hearing him say this, Ling Zihuan also breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this old man did not find a flaw, thinking that this joke really can't be messed around.

"What the senior said is," before Tart Fengzi remembered the stubble he had just joked about, he hurriedly changed the topic, "I remembered, Xiao Qi said that my red jade was transformed from the residue left after refining the 'Dragon Yuan' from the five great spirit stones, is there any mystery in this?"

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