Hu Qianshu and I also rushed to the Zhaijiao altar, the full moon hung in the air, illuminating the whole venue bright and transparent, except for the furnishings of the festival site, the four sides were empty, silent and uninhabited, the contrast between the cold of the early morning and the door and the city during the day seemed to be a world of difference.

In the center of the venue, Han Qimen arrived here one step earlier, and I saw him leap forward, bypassing the steps of the Bagua Platform, but climbing up step by step along the stacked supports of the Bagua Platform.

Seeing him perform "Qi Training", he used a technique that seemed to be a "Flying Ascension Technique", like an ape, and climbed up the vertical Bagua Platform lightly.

Above the gossip platform, there is a Dharma altar and three statues of Sanqing gods, which appear very silent in the clear light of the moonlight.

I didn't see the brown-capped weasel I expected.

Hu Qianshu stood at the bottom of the steps of the Bagua Platform and shouted, "Brown Top, where to run!"

I followed the prestige, but I still didn't see the figure of the brown-capped weasel, and I couldn't help but glance at Hu Qianshu.

Hu Qianshu shouted again: "Hu Jian is here, brown top! Don't show up soon."

After two shouts in a row, the scene of the silent festival was still silent.

At this time, Han Qimen had already climbed over to the gossip platform, and at the moment when he landed, black smoke suddenly rose from the gossip platform, and the altar and the statue of the Sanqing God were instantly shrouded in smoke, and they couldn't tell the difference. Han Qimen's figure is also absent, and he can't see it clearly.

Suddenly, a white light flashed on the gossip platform, followed by several sharp whistles, which were low and depressing, and people were terrified to hear.

Immediately afterwards, there was a frantic biting sound, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and like a pack of wolves tearing.

But everything on the gossip platform is filled with smoke, and we can't see the changes clearly.

I didn't have the "Xuanyu" to protect me, my mind became heavier and heavier, and my consciousness became more and more blurred, Hu Qianshu said beside me: "Meditate, breathe, consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, and use the 'Yuan Control Technique, to respond to all changes in the unchanging way, and control yourself."

According to Hu Qianshu's words, I sat cross-legged on the spot and used the "Yuan Control Technique" to restrain the strength in my body.

After Hu Qianshu finished speaking, he took three steps and two steps, used a technique similar to the "galloping technique", and limped straight to the Bagua platform along the steps, burrowing into the black smoke.

I sat cross-legged at the bottom of the steps of the Bagua Table, closed my eyes and recuperated, and my ears continued to hear the strange sound of biting and the crash of lightning.

I don't know how long later, I felt a gentle tap on the shoulder, I suddenly opened my eyes, dragged my vertigo eyes and looked straight ahead, my eyes were already chaotic, and I could only faintly see a mutilated figure.

The figure made a dull voice and said, "Li Fuyao, I'm Mr. Xiao."

My ears were not as good as they usually were, and the voice came to my ears, and the speed of speech was extremely slow and procrastinated, and the voice was as deep as a great stone, pressing against my eardrums.

My mind was uncontrollable, and I thought of Xiao Shanbo in a daze, so I said, "Mr. Xiao."

The voice turned cold and gloomy, and he said with a long end note, "Li Fuyao, I am your master, Li Fuyao, I am your master............

The weird sentence "Li Fuyao, I am your master" kept ringing in my ears, and I knew that it was not good, this was definitely not Xiao Shanbo. Just now, it was the brown-capped weasel who used the soul trick to let me see Mr. Xiao and "myself" in the mirror.

Instinctively, it occurred to me that this figure was none other than a brown-capped weasel.

I've been teased, and I dare to tease again!

In the uncontrolled body, it seems that a huge amount of energy is rushing out, condensed on the hands, condenses the "training qi", and shoots straight towards the figure.

I don't know if it hit, my body was completely uncontrollable, and I was crushing in all directions like crazy, and suddenly another figure flashed in my eyes, and I came in an instant and slapped it with all my might.

After that, my consciousness became more and more blurred, and I seemed to see a constantly flickering figure, and I didn't know how many rounds I played, and eventually I fainted in the center of the venue.

When I woke up, I was lying alone in the middle of the gossip stairs sprinkled with moonlight, with no one around me except a piece of jade, clutched tightly in the palm of my hand.

The seventy or eighty disciples of the Xuankong Sect all came to the venue and scattered everywhere one by one.

I didn't see Han Qimen and Hu Qianshu, but at a glance I saw Han Yingying, standing at the bottom of the gossip platform, crowded in a crowd. The group of people gathered the most densely, and Han Yingying half-squatted on the ground, as if talking to the crowd.

On the steps above and behind me, there were also a few scattered crowds.

When several Xuankong Sect disciples saw me wake up, they subconsciously hid back, as if they saw a monster.

I squeezed into a handful of people nearby, there was a Xuankong Gate door man lying on the ground, I know this person, this person rushed back to Sanqing Mountain from other places, and made a special trip to increase the defense of Xuankong Gate, he is the same generation as Han Qimen, is Han Qimen's junior brother, it stands to reason that his Taoist cultivation is not low.

But this man was lying in the middle of the crowd, with his hands pressed to his chest, panting for breath, and when he saw me, he raised a hand to me, and said in his mouth, "You, you ......."

When everyone else saw me squeeze into the crowd, they all moved to the other side.

What's going on?

I walked briskly over to Han Yingying and squeezed into the crowd she was. In the center of this handful of people, Han Qimen was lying in the middle, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were slightly closed, and he couldn't stop panting.

When the others saw me coming, they flashed to the side, just like the group of people just now, and my side instantly became empty.

Only Han Yingying stayed where she was, glanced at me, looked at Han Qimen again, and asked worriedly, "Dad, how are you?"

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