Xingyuan Xingyuan, in the Dengxian Hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A disciple on duty was sitting bored in front of the long desk, chatting with the handyman who was sweeping the floor not far away.

This place is the entrance of the entrance to the entrance of the academy, and it is quiet on weekdays, only when some new disciples enter the school, or when they need to transfer their files and change the court, they need to check and register.

Otherwise, it is necessary to organize relevant materials regularly and assume the responsibility of keeping archives.

If it involves a master of the earth level, there will be another person from the head of the sect who will transfer the information away, and it will not be kept here for their safekeeping.

These people are usually used to being idle, and if they are self-motivated, they often take the opportunity to cultivate and improve, strive to improve their cultivation as soon as possible, and transfer them out of their original posts.

This disciple on duty is an older old disciple, who has been in the inner courtyard for many years, has only cultivated to the sixth turn of the human rank, and has long been cut off from the heart of progress, and now he is doing errands for the sect to earn pension spirit jade, and he is loyal to his duties on weekdays, but if he really wants to say how serious and responsible, he can't talk about it.

Neither he nor the handyman noticed that a light breeze blew at the door and rushed straight inside.

"Ah, the wind is blowing!"

The handyman couldn't help frowning when he saw a few more leaves appear in the corridor he had just swept.

"Forget it, Uncle Zhou, I'll sweep it tomorrow, no one will come to check anyway, so you can take a breath. The disciple on duty didn't care.

“......”

Fang Qianyuan was performing the stealth technique, while holding his breath and calming his breath, controlling his body temperature, and even using a trace of the wind body magic body.

With every step, he stood an inch above the floor, volleyed away, silently, and in a short time, he came to the archives upstairs.

"My father was naturalized 30 years ago, and I was born 10 years later, and he faked his death and went into hiding. ”

"Well, the only record is in this decade!"

Fang Qianyuan estimated the time, roughly confirmed the scope of the inquiry, and came to a room, regardless of the door lock, the faint spirit yuan surged on the surface of the body, and directly cast the wind body magic body.

"Turning the Wind into ......"

His body turned into a gust of wind and slipped through the crack in the door.

At this moment, he used the technique of stealth grass and wind body magic body, and he had become more and more refined, and even became a little smaller, and he was able to maintain a state of stealth without fighting violently, and there was no breath leakage.

He has already combined his daily life with cultivation, maintaining a state of stealth and wind transformation at any time, and when he fights, he can use it more as he wants.

What's more, the ground level masters in this courtyard have already gone to Fang City.

Through the observation of these days, Fang Qianyuan figured out the law of his travel, this person seems to still have the will to cultivate, almost every market day, he has to go to the market to go to the market, buy some cultivation materials and collect related treasures, and when he comes back, he hides in the secret room to cultivate.

It's a time of peace, waiting for the invasion of foreign enemies, and the battle formation of the Soldier Hall and the disciples to temporarily resist, a character like him only needs to be responsible for timely support.

There was no important information or valuable secret treasure left in the courtyard, and no one would have thought that Fang Qianyuan, a ground-level master, would sneak in and check the information of this kind of ordinary disciple's disciple.

However, in order to avoid trouble, Fang Qianyuan still seized the time and began to browse quickly.

After a little while......

"Found it!"

Fang Qianyuan found the name of his father Fang Hai in one of the large volumes of Gengzi, and when he looked through it, as expected, it was indeed him.

"Fang Hai, born in 9984, born in Tangying Guonan, Fangjia Village, Taiping Town, bereaved at a young age, voted for my Xianmen, and was granted naturalization......"

"In the first month of 10000, missing, whereabouts unknown......"

"In the first month of 10001, the cancellation is ...... death"

Fang Hai once told Fang Qianyuan that he had no relatives in the mortal world, and he had already started a family, but he was killed, and he deeply regretted it.

But now Fang Qianyuan doesn't care about the sadness and sorrow, what he has to do is to quickly check the relevant information.

"Mission records of 9999, as well as related information about the shaking of the surrounding leylines and the appearance of the cave world......"

"None of these will be at the door registration office, then, the next stop is the Hall of Merit......"

Fang Qianyuan quickly memorized everything he had just seen, compared it with the vague memories that had been kept in his mind for more than ten years, and after confirming it, he turned into a fresh breeze and blew straight out of the window.

Soon after, the Hall of Merit.

This place is much more lively than the Sect Registration Office, because although there are few disciples in the Academy, there are people who come from time to time to report on their work and register them.

As for the Hall of Merit, it is also necessary to verify the relevant task records to confirm the merits and related reward specifications.

Fang Qianyuan ignored those mortal disciples and went straight upstairs to the dusty archives of the long ago.

"In 9999, there were demon snakes breeding in the Jinyuan Mountain Range, and the people voted to send the inner disciples Fang Hai, Ma Cheng, Liu Jie, and Feng Yan, the joint chief helmsman, a total of four people to fight......"

"By the way, this should be it!"

This time, it took Fang Qianyuan more than two moments to find a record about his father in the complicated archives, and it happened that in the archives, there were maps of tens of thousands of miles in the surrounding area.

Fang Qianyuan carefully checked the place name, and finally found a place at the northern end of the Jinyuan Mountain Range that was very likely to be the place where his father had an adventure.

"Saltwater Stream!"

"In December of the ninety-ninth year, the earth dragon turned over in a saltwater stream at the northern foot of Jinyuan, the qi of heaven and earth surged, and it was suspected that the cave was born, and the investigation was unsuccessful, and it was reported to the general rudder ......"

"The general rudder approves: it's peaceful, no need to disturb ......"

Since then, the relevant records of the Hall of Merit have been as if they have turned a blind eye to this, and there has been no relevant vision of heaven and earth and records of tasks at all.

Fang Qianyuan felt it quietly, and didn't notice that anyone nearby was paying attention to this side, so he quietly summoned the pen immortal, compared it with the map, and traced the saltwater stream and the surrounding terrain in a note in his palm.

After a while, Fang Qianyuan unhurriedly put everything he had read back in its original place and put it in place, erasing the traces of his own activities before floating out of the window with the Wind Transformation Technique.

He had already gotten what he wanted, and the next thing was to hurry up and leave.

The entire courtyard basin was protected by a large magic circle, it was a place where it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and it was not easy for Fang Qianyuan to penetrate the boundary wall, so he still took advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark and walked towards the gate.

Along the way, stealth and no one noticed.

But when he came to the gate, he suddenly looked stunned and stopped his steps.

Because he saw a huge windcrawler fly by, just depressed, and descend here.

People are not as good as heaven, and the earth-level master who sat in the courtyard happened to be back!