"What to do..."

Mu Feng wandered left and right in the room.

All the people convened by the sect, although there are only three of them on this peak, there are naturally no exceptions.

However, now that Qingyunzi is dead, Zhao Long has been reduced to a puppet, but he has nothing to do, which is obviously unreasonable.

But if you don't go, the sect will also send disciples and even elders to come, and then you won't be able to argue.

"Run?"

Mu Feng shook his head.

Although Mu Feng succeeded in condensing his qi at this time, after all, he had been in the sect for five years, and he naturally knew some matters of the sect.

There is a formation outside the sect, but whenever a monk enters and exits, it will be triggered as soon as possible, and on weekdays, he may turn a blind eye, but now it is different.

Mu Feng, who was wandering back and forth, suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped and sat down cross-legged.

He wanted to try to search for some clues in Qing Yunzi's memory to see if there was a way to crack it.

…

Half an hour later.

Mu Feng dragged his chin with his left hand and thighs with his right hand, his brows furrowed.

Although Qing Yunzi had a lot of spells, exercises, formulas, etc., in his memory, it was obvious that with his current cultivation, he would not be able to escape from the formation without being discovered by anyone.

"What to do... What to do..."

Just when Mu Feng was anxious, the ring on his right index finger suddenly tightened.

"That's right... Storage ring, the storage ring that my grandfather left me, I almost forgot, now I have the consciousness to use the storage ring, and my grandfather said that he left some things for me... Whew..."

Mu Feng took a deep breath, and a wisp of divine consciousness merged into the storage ring.

White.

A white space.

"This is inside the storage ring?" Mu Feng looked around a little.

"Wind."

A familiar voice sounded, and Mu Feng turned his head suddenly.

At this time, there was an old man not far away, the old man was full of white hair, and he looked at Mu Feng with a kind face.

"Master... Grandfather?! Mu Feng ran forward, tears appearing in the corners of his eyes.

The old man is Qingyunzi's master, Mu Feng's grandfather, Mu Chenxin.

Mu Chen's heart tilted his head slightly, as if he could see the room, he sighed lightly and said: "Hey, Shen Qingyun's qualifications are average, but his temperament is good, which is why I accepted him as a disciple, but I never thought that he would fall into such a field..."

Mu Feng was stunned, "Grandpa, do you know everything?" And you're still Qingyunzi's master? ”

Although he had already guessed that his grandfather might be a monk, even if Qing Yunzi said so, he was only skeptical, but now, he was finally convinced.

He looked at the old man in front of him with longing in his eyes, "Then why don't you teach me to practice yourself?" ”

Mu Chen's eyes were suddenly full of worry, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't." ”

"Can't?" Mu Feng was stunned, "Why?" ”

"In more than 100 years, you will encounter a life and death catastrophe, and all grandpa has done is to find a ray of life from your life and death catastrophe."

"Life and death?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand too much.

Mu Chenxin looked at Mu Feng's eyes with a deep reluctance, "Although I originally planned to tell you in person, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time with your situation.

"This Xuantian Sect Master Peak has already had a monk coming, judging by its speed, I am afraid that it will be able to reach here in less than a quarter of an hour, and this is just a remnant soul that I left in the storage ring, it will not last long, when you condensed your qi before, I reminded that it had already consumed a lot."

When Mu Feng heard this, he realized that the body of the old man in front of him seemed to be a little illusory, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"It turns out that it wasn't a dream..."Mu Feng remembered that when he was condensing, his grandfather suddenly appeared and asked him a question, and he couldn't help muttering.

Mu Chenxin raised his hand slightly, and with a wave of the void, a jade slip appeared in his hand, and then with a flick of his fingers, a white light cluster merged into the jade slip, "Feng'er, after you leave, this jade slip will tell you what you want to know." ”

After doing all this, Mu Chenxin's figure slowly dissipated.

"Grandpa..."Tears welled up in the corners of Mu Feng's eyes.

The old man doted on Mu Feng's head, and then pointed at Mu Feng's eyebrows.

"This technique is called the Concealment Technique, which can conceal cultivation, and only monks whose divine sense strength is higher than you can detect it, and the formation outside this Xuantian Sect is only for ordinary exploration, not the Great Array of Protectors, so this technique can help you leave safely."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Chenxin waved his hand, and a flying sword flew from behind him, "Although this flying sword is not superior, it can be used during the condensation period, and the speed is also good, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body dissipated instantly, and the flying sword and the jade slip also fell to the ground.

Mu Feng looked at the place where the old man disappeared and lost his mind a little.

But now is not the time to be sad, after leaving a divine sense imprint on the flying sword and jade slip, the body of Mu Feng in the room opened his eyes.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly dispersed in the direction of the main peak.

In the distance, he spotted two monks, a man and a woman, flying in a crane.

The two of them talked and laughed at the crane, and the speed was a little slow.

"Sure enough, as Grandpa said, if it goes on like this, it should be here in a quarter of an hour..."

Mu Feng stood up and directly performed the concealment technique that Mu Chenxin had taught just now.

At this moment, even if it is an ordinary monk who uses his divine sense, he is no different from a mortal.

After feeling successful, Mu Feng was about to escape, but he was stunned.

"By the way, if you leave like this, not to mention what will happen to Zhao Long, if Qingyunzi's body is easily discovered, and I disappear, the sect will definitely send someone to chase me back..."

Thinking like this, he looked at Zhao Long, whose eyes were blank.

Because he has some memories of Qingyunzi, he has completely mastered Zhao Long's control method at this moment.

Although he recognized Zhao Long as a friend and didn't want to control it with magic, there was no other way now.

I saw Mu Feng pinching the trick in his hand, a little Zhao Long's eyebrows, and a divine sense was integrated into Zhao Long's body.

"Carry him to a secret place and bury him."

Hearing this, Zhao Long directly stepped forward to carry Qingyunzi's body and walked towards one place.

"Wait a minute." Mu Feng looked at the two of them and suddenly spoke.

Zhao Long's footsteps also stopped instantly.

Mu Feng stepped forward and took off the storage bag on Qingyunzi's waist, "Okay, let's go." ”

Looking at the storage bag in his hand, Mu Feng couldn't help but think a little, and found a way to use it from memory.

After erasing the remaining divine consciousness of Qingyunzi in the storage bag, he was about to put it in the storage ring, but Mu Feng hesitated a little, and then hung it directly on his waist.

After all, no matter how you say that you are a monk, although you have a storage ring, but in the eyes of others, if you don't have a storage bag, it will obviously arouse the suspicion of others.

…

Watching Zhao Long bury the last pile of soil, Mu Feng also had a trace of complicated emotions in his heart.

No matter what, Qingyunzi used to be his master, and he has always treated himself well, although everything is to take away himself, but the other party is now dead, why bother so much.

"Master, rest in peace..."

Just as Mu Feng sighed, he frowned and looked at one place, "They sped up?" ”

He couldn't help but look at Zhao Long beside him, and with a thought, Zhao Long turned into white light and sank into the storage ring.

Although the storage bag usually can't put living things in, Zhao Long has no divine sense of his own, and now he only has a wisp of Mu Feng's divine sense in his body, so Mu Feng is not worried about anything.

Immediately, Mu Feng arranged a little more casually.

On the ground where Qingyunzi is buried at this moment, even if others pass by here, if they don't look carefully, they won't notice anything wrong.

After doing everything, Mu Feng's mind moved, and the flying sword appeared.

Qing Yunzi has a method of controlling the flying sword in his memory, Mu Feng didn't say a word, and pinched the trick with both hands.

The flying sword instantly became several times larger.

"Whew..."Mu Feng exhaled deeply, this was the first time he had controlled a flying sword by himself, and he was still a little nervous.

Take a leap and jump on the flying sword.

With an extremely small humming sound, the flying sword turned into a white light and disappeared into the sky.

…

Shortly after Mu Feng left.

In the place where Qingyunzi was buried, a hand suddenly burst out of the ground, and then another hand came out.

A moment later, the body actually crawled out of the ground.

"Mu Feng..."Qing Yunzi clenched his teeth, his fists clenched, and blood spilled from the cracks of his fists.

"If it weren't for the secret method of the Corpse Puppet Sect, I'm afraid it would have been eliminated, Mu Feng, you can't escape, the storage ring and the things inside will be mine sooner or later!"