"Uncle Qian, Senior Brother Qian Hun...... To cover me, I was killed by a monster! ”

After Jiang Heng finished speaking, he cast a heavy Xuanwu Heaven Rejection Array on himself without a trace.

Qian Wuming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.

"Where did Hun Er die?"

"At the bottom of that great river, in a burial chamber......"

Jiang Heng pointed behind him, thinking of the green-haired giant claws, he still felt cold in his heart.

"Jiang Heng, what are you talking about with Sect Master Qian?" Lin Xun's voice came from the steps below the mountain gate.

"Lin Bo, did you come back from running errands in the Heavenly Dao Palace?" Jiang Heng turned around and bowed his hand, "Uncle Qian asked me about Senior Brother Qian Hun." ”

"What happened to that kid Qian Hun?" Lin Xun frowned.

Qian Wuming looked at the surging river in a daze, glanced at Jiang Heng, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes, "Hun'er, in order to cover Jiang Heng, he was killed by a monster......"

"Uh, Sect Master Qian's day condolences!" Lin Xun comforted and said to Jiang Heng, "This stinky boy, it may be a good thing for the Jingming Sect to die if he dies!" ”

"Limber, you...... Why? Jiang Heng was a little surprised and quietly asked.

"This kid, relying on his father to be the sect master, has done a lot of bullying men and women in the past nine years...... Now that he is dead, he will save the reputation of the Pure Ming Sect! Lin Xun stroked his beard.

Qian Wuming suppressed the grief in his heart and said to Lin, "Elder Lin, what did the Heavenly Dao Palace say?" ”

Lin Xun took out a letter and handed it to Qian Wuming, "Tell Sect Master Qian, the Heavenly Dao Palace said that it will definitely support the Jingming Sect to hold a thousand-year-old holy ceremony!" ”

After the words were behind, the old man said goodbye to Qian Wuming, took Jiang Heng's arm, and walked into the mountain gate.

"This yellow shirt is so ugly...... Will you hold your breath? In the weird black tide, holding your breath is the basic skill! ”

"You can't just hold your breath, right?" Jiang Heng looked at himself suspiciously, "As long as you breathe and refine the aura, you will inevitably inhale that weird black tide ......"

Lin Xun put on an expression that you don't understand, helped Jiang Heng take off his yellow shirt, and handed it to the deacon disciple next to the mountain gate.

"Not necessarily. I've heard your father say that there is a leakless magic skill, after nine turns, it can be leakless and flawless, and it can completely resist the invasion of the weird black tide! ”

"What is the name of that magic skill?" Jiang Heng frowned.

Lin Xun raised his head and looked at the sky, recalled a few breaths, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be called Qingyuan or something...... Hi, it's been too long, I can't remember! ”

"Qingyuan Miaodao True Scripture?" Jiang Heng looked at the half-roll remnant warp in the storage bag and said.

"Sounds like that. But don't think about it! Your father searched for years for this Raushzi exercise but couldn't get it......"

Lin Xun recalled the past, his face was embarrassed, and his steps slowed down unconsciously.

Jiang Heng pushed open the wooden door of the stone house and invited Lin Xun inside, "Lin Bo, my father is looking for that exercise just to fight against the weird black tide?" ”

"Not exactly. Although he didn't say it explicitly, I think he might be for your mother's ......," Lin Xun said gloomily.

Jiang Heng brewed a cup of fairy snail spring spirit tea for Lin Xun, "Why?" ”

"After you are born, your meridians are disordered and it is difficult to practice...... Later, three years after giving birth to you, your mother died of illness. Lin Xun realized that he had said too much, so he deliberately stopped.

"In the future, when you are successful in your cultivation, you will naturally be able to get more information. There is only so much that the old man knows......"

"Impossible! Aren't you my father's sworn brother? Jiang Heng didn't believe it.

Lin Xun picked up the fairy luochun, took a sip, and let out a long sigh.

"The old man and your father promised each other before they got married, and they would never inquire about each other's past ......"

After saying that, he raised his head and stared at Jiang Heng, suddenly losing his voice in surprise.

"When the old man saw you that day, he forgot an important thing! How did your discarded meridians recover? ”

"I was kidnapped when I was seven years old, and I infiltrated the devil's path as an undercover agent at the age of ten, and my memories of the middle three years were almost blank......"

Regarding the origin of the Chaos Immortal Formula, Jiang Heng was not prepared to tell anyone.

"Either way, it's good to be back. Moreover, he can now cultivate again. Judging from the state of your physical body, you will surely surpass your father in your future achievements! ”

Lin Xun comforted Jiang Heng and cheered him up.

"By the way, how did that stinky boy die in Qian Hun?"

Since Jiang Heng advanced to the Kunlun Realm, his cultivation has far exceeded that of before, and he can fly with a sword, and his life-saving skills have increased a lot.

Therefore, he dared to come to the Pure Ming Sect alone.

In response to Lin Xun's question, Jiang Heng told the truth after thinking about it.

"He tried to kill me, but I killed him. It's as simple as that. ”

Lin Xun nodded, and suddenly said, "What's the matter with the monster in the tomb at the bottom of the river?" Could it be that your father's fears have been fulfilled......"

"That monster, I only saw a giant green claw, so I was so frightened that I escaped......" Jiang Heng spat out a mouthful, suppressing the fear in his heart, "What is my father worried about?" ”

"He was worried that as time went by, the frequency and degree of harm of that weird black current would continue to increase......" Lin Xun didn't know what to think of, and his eyes were misty.

"You're too young to know. The last time the weird Kuroshio Tide happened was nine years ago. The last time a strange black tide came was twenty years ago......"

Jiang Heng nodded, planning in his heart.

The "upline" that can communicate with him at any time has not yet been found.

The environment in which he survives in the Immortal Dao is still relatively severe.

After Jiang Heng observed Qian Wuming and Qian Hun's father and son, he had a bold speculation: the fire nine years ago was somehow related to Qian Wuming......

Otherwise, Qian Hun wouldn't have killed him in such a hurry!

If it is said that it is for the Jiang family's magic weapon spiritual material of the Treasure Pavilion, there is a certain possibility, but it must not be all!

"Xiao Gufeng, do you want me to accompany you?" Lin Xun glanced out the window at the dim sky.

Jiang Heng shook his head.

"No, I don't. I have my own way. Limber, do you know where the secret letter left by my father is? ”

"I don't know. I only heard your dad say it once. In the past nine years, I have been looking for it several times, but to no avail. Lin Xun said, sighing.

"The old man is willing to obey Qian Wuming's orders, firstly, he has a ten-year appointment with your father, and secondly, he can't bear to be made miserable by Jingmingzong like this! According to the old man, this Jingming Sect is still surnamed Jiang! ”

Jingming Sect, 10,000 years ago, was originally the head of the five immortal sects of Qingxu Continent, and it was the existence of a half-step immortal!

Later, in the years of war with the Demon Dao, it gradually fell down.

More than ten years ago, Jiang Heng's father, Jiang Shouyi, took over the position of the suzerain, and made great efforts, and the Jingming Sect was almost able to prosper.

However, man is not as good as heaven!

In the end, due to the death of the sect leader Jiang Shouyi, the ascent of the Jingming Sect came to a halt again!

In Lin Xun's words, the current sect leader Qian Wuming will only blindly compromise and seek perfection, which is simply a wreck!

"Lin Bo, I don't care about the surname of the Jingming Sect at all in my heart, and you don't need to mind it all the time......"

Jiang Heng bid farewell to Lin Xun and said his true thoughts.

Lin Xun hated that iron could not become steel, and raised his hand to knock a chestnut on Jiang Heng's head.

"Bastard boy! You can't think like that! My generation of monks, even if they go against the sky, they always have to pursue something! ”

Before leaving Jiang Heng's sight, the old man paused and reminded Jiang Heng: "The cause of Qian Hun's death, no matter whether Qian Wuming has any suspicions or not, you must always pay attention to protect yourself!" ”

Limber was relieved. Regarding the ability to escape, my little nephew is the best! Jiang Heng bowed his hand and took half a step to the left.

Casting the concealment method, the breath instantly blurred, disappearing into the thick night.

Lin Xun was taken aback by Jiang Heng's sudden disappearance, and whispered in his heart.

"This kid...... More unpredictable than his father! Brother Jiang, you and I have a ten-year appointment, and now there is less than a year left. Fortunately, God is pitiful, Jiang Heng's child was finally found by me......"

The light gray clouds and mist had become extremely faint under the joint efforts of several sects such as the Jingming Sect.

Inside the Jingming Sect, the lights are swaying, the trees are evergreen all year round, and the road is lined with novelty stamens.

Disciples who practice the Immortal Dao here can always keep their Dao hearts pure and dust-free.

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Heng sneaked to Xiaogufeng and came to a bluestone wall.

Beyond the wall, there is a shielding circle.

Inside the walls was a dark and withered courtyard, as if the fire had just been extinguished nine years ago!

Jiang Heng mobilized the power of his divine consciousness to spy on the secret method, covering a radius of eighteen zhang.

Deep in the collapsed courtyard, two people whispered and talked.

One of them was Qian Wuming, and his voice was full of hatred.

"The Heavenly Dao Palace has promised to participate in our thousand-year-old holy scriptures, but it's a pity that Hun Er was dragged to death by that Jiang Heng, and he can't make a big show in that matter......"

The other voice, hesitating for a few breaths, whispered an idea.

"Sect Master, since Gongzi died to cover Jiang Heng...... Why don't we just push the boat down the river and give him a place? Let Jiang Heng participate instead of Gongzi. ”

"Doing this, not only can you avenge the son, but it will not damage the reputation of the sect master!"