Hua Wuchen looked at the backs of Feng Xiyue and Su Xiaokui, shook his head helplessly, and muttered to himself: "So fierce, the future son-in-law is in danger." ”

When Feng Xiyue and Su Xiaokui arrived at the door of the Wenxiu Palace, it was Qian Tong who personally went out to greet them, and the huge Wenxiu Hall behind him was open with a jade door, and he could vaguely see more than ten Wenxiu disciples moving around, each busy.

Qian Tong sat expressionlessly in the delicately carved wheelchair, not moving.

Although his legs are disabled, he is neat and solemn, his facial features are neat and handsome, and his silhouette is almost feminine, but his eyes, which should have been full of aura, now look lazy and languid.

Su Xiaokui suddenly broke through this inexplicable melancholy aura, and she jumped over to report the news.

"Senior Brother Qiantong, Senior Brother Hua said that he just arrived at the place and will have to come back later, so I will let Senior Sister come first!"

After Qian Tong heard Xiao Kui's reply, he frowned slightly, and then nodded modestly: "Well, I know." ”

"That ......" Xiao Kui hooked her fingers with her hands and swayed, her eyes shining with starlight, and she looked expectant.

"Thirty bags of honey candy are a lot, they are all in it, go get it!"

"Okay~" Su Xiaokui raised her legs and rushed into the hall, as lively as a deer.

Qian Tong looked at the back of this gluttonous ghost running away and smiled lightly.

It seems that the innocent and lively Su Xiaokui is like a brocade flower, which adds a lot of brilliance to his long and endless cold night, and every time he sees Xiaokui, his empty eyes can always be filled with starlight.

Therefore, the whole faction of the Mizusawa Sect knew a secret gossip - Qiantong had been in love with Su Xiaokui for a long time, but unfortunately Su Xiaokui was a simple-minded fool who never noticed it, so he had to take the initiative to break it.

Feng Xiyue, who had been watching the play for a long time, coughed lightly, and then bowed her hand to greet Qiantong.

"Cough~cough~, second junior brother, how are you doing lately?" Feng Xiyue looked at him curiously.

When Qian Tong heard Feng Xiyue's voice, he slowly turned his head, and then spoke to Feng Xiyue in a cold tone.

"It's cold outside, come into the temple quickly."

Then, Qian Tong drove his wheelchair to the main hall, and Feng Xiyue followed behind.

The entire hall of the Wenxiu Hall is made of crystal glazed jadeite, and the transparent jade pillars of the main hall are exquisitely carved.

The so-called Wenxiu Hall is a place set up by all sects and factions, some are called the Treasure Pavilion, and some are called the Service Hall...... It is a place where all kinds of literature and miscellaneous studies are gathered, and there are all kinds of things needed for cultivation, such as medicine fields, classics, pills, formations, instrument spirits, weapons, etc.

The Wenxiu gathering place of the Shuizemen Gate is called the "Wenxiu Palace", and it has always been the second senior brother Qiantong who is in charge of the cultivation of medicinal herbs in his sect; Identification and production of all kinds of weapons, formations, instrument spirits, etc., and a more important function is to save lives and help the wounded, similar to the medical hall in the world, and have its functions.

After Qian Tong and Feng Xiyue entered the main hall, a few Wenxiu disciples first passed by to say hello, and then walked up the middle steps one after the other.

The steps are very wide, made of floating flowers and jadeite, and the pieces are rugged and go straight up to the sky.

When Qiantong's wheelchair approached the steps, the wheels immediately transformed into two rolling belts that were crystal clear, and the people and the car climbed up. Feng Xiyue walked behind, helping Qiantong to support the wheelchair, walking slowly, slowly following.

When she arrived at Qiantong's main room, Feng Xiyue found that Qiantong had made a few beautiful flower umbrellas, these brightly colored flower umbrellas were dazzling and abrupt in a cold and snowy building, and they were all hung upside down on the roof of the small main room, with the umbrellas facing down, swaying in the wind.

Some dot red plums, some paint ink bamboo; The material of the umbrella and the umbrella are also different, and the decorative tassels and beaded curtains on the tip of the umbrella bone are very different.

At this time, Feng Xiyue used her mana to absorb the next handful, sometimes observing, sometimes carrying it on her shoulder, and Qian Tong looked at this scene with a smile.

The brilliant colorful flower umbrella swirled and leaped in Feng Xiyue's hand, which seemed to make Qian Tong recall some pleasant memories, and he was unconsciously.

After a while, he came back to his senses and looked down at his legs, his deep eyes revealing regret.

When Feng Xiyue noticed that Qian Tong had fallen into the deep pain of desolation again, she flipped her hand and hung the umbrella back, then walked to his side and patted her shoulder to comfort him.

"Second Senior Brother, you have made so many unique magic weapons, one day you will stand up and return to the peak of martial cultivation!"

When Qian Tong heard her say this, he was happy in his heart, and his fair and handsome face showed a warm smile, and then he patted Xiyue's hand back, and said in a slow tone: "Yes, it will be right away." ”

Xiyue thought that he was still comforting himself, so he didn't dare to poke it viciously, so she just nodded, "Hmm." ”

Qian Tong took a slight breath, and then he told Xiyue with a happy face: "Senior Brother Hua is coming, I have been waiting for Senior Brother Hua to come to Shuizemen. ”

"Why wait for him? Oh yes, you invited him so much, he actually ......"

Feng Xiyue recalled that person was so upset, and was about to hurt him severely, when she was suddenly interrupted by Qian Tong.

"I was physically disabled, so I had to live in the Wenxiu Hall for a long time to look through books, and I accidentally turned to a record about the 'Spirit Immortal'......"

"Soul Riders? Exorcist? Feng Xiyue was puzzled.

Qian Tong nodded, and said in detail unhurriedly: "It is recorded that the instrument spirit made by the 'Spirit Immortal' is a unique one in Shenzhou, which can fill mountains and move seas, pave bridges and roads, and even have extremely strong combat capabilities, and can resist thousands of troops and horses with only one person's control. Each machine spirit is as clever and versatile as the soul of a living person......"

The more Feng Xiyue listened, the more she thought of a person......

She blurted out: "It shouldn't be that cheap Hua Wuchen!" ”

Qian Tong nodded again, "Exactly!" Then he suddenly laughed lightly, "A large number of records have been destroyed by whom, but only a few words remain, and with the passage of time, the classics are difficult to find, and only the legend of the 'Spirit Immortal' remains." I investigated in many ways, looking for traces of the 'Spirit Rider', and wanted to ask for advice on how to make instrument spirits, but most of them were impersonated. When he was about to give up, he suddenly received a reply letter that seemed to be the true body of the 'Spirit Immortal', which was actually from the Muyin Gate. ”

Feng Xiyue weathered in place on the spot, as hard as a stiff stone.

"So...... Actually, Hua Wuchen was called by you? Xiyue asked tentatively.

Seeing Qian Tong nodding, Feng Xiyue realized that it was over!

He really didn't come to study any exercises, but made a special trip to treat Qiantong's legs!

Immediately, he remembered the picture of throwing Nahua Wuchen into Bishui Creek and succumbing in the stinky stable, crying in the wind and rain, it was really undeserved!

"Second junior brother, I still have important things to deal with, see you later!!"

Feng Xiyue quickly ran out, her movements were as fast as lightning, thinking that she would quickly invite Nahua Wuchen out of Bishui Creek and change to the most high-end Yaju to serve!

"Huh? Xiyue, I'm not done yet! ”

Qian Tong called her to no avail, so she had to shake her head, "This crazy girl always doesn't listen to people's words." ”

Feng Xiyue flew to Bishui Creek panting, and as soon as she landed, she saw an amazing scene-

I saw Na Hua Wuchen wearing the robes taken off from the stable, holding the old fishing rod and fishing leisurely by the stream, with a sparkling blue water in front of him, and behind him were dozens of machine spirits of different shapes and sizes building houses!

Some of them are eight feet tall, and their bodies are like bamboos and knots; Some are flat like fans, like leaf plantains; Some are simply vine-like, wandering through dozens of machine spirits in a variety of shapes.

They dismantled stables, smashed rocks, knotted ropes, and transported building materials – a series of actions that were dizzying.

Feng Xiyue just left this tea effort, and found that the original was still barren and broken, and houses, tea pavilions, and study rooms rose from the ground, and even built a courtyard to sow flowers and green bamboo.

The machine spirits that sowed flowers and green bamboos were the two named "Brigitte" and "Aimo" that Feng Xiyue had seen before, and they flapped their wings, and the sound of "whooshing" twitched in the air.

Feng Xiyue opened her mouth and froze in place, making a fuss.

At this time, Brigitte, who was sowing flowers and plants, spotted Xiyue, and suddenly a white light flashed around her body, making a warning sound.

The army of machine spirits who had built houses seemed to have made an appointment, and the swords and soldiers came out of their sheaths one after another, the cold light flashed, and they swooped in the direction of Feng Xiyue, and Feng Xiyue looked up in amazement.

"Stop!" There was a cold shout from the shore, it was Hua Wuchen.

The ferocious weapons of the surrounding anger did not dare to move.

Hua Wuchen stared at the float on the fishing rod with his face up, fishing seriously, and he continued to speak without looking back: "Work!" ”

All the weapons and spirits put away their weapons again, and honestly went back to move the bricks, as if nothing had happened just now.

Feng Xiyue was taken aback, he was indeed the "Spirit Immortal" in Qiantong's mouth!