So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 30: Don’t forget, don’t forget
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In the suburbs of Beijing, there are many other courtyards set up by officials. The appearance of this mansion is not unusual.
The wall of the courtyard is ten feet high, the plum trees stick out, and the tall shadow wall is painted with flapping cranes.
There is no veranda behind the shadow wall, but a rockery with ridges and mountains, covered with moss and flowers, and ordinary people can't get around without half an hour's time. This is the only formation in the mansion, used to stop those who want to trespass from the front door somehow.
As for the stupid little thief or killer who stepped in over the wall, that is, no one is born or a corpse is seen.
Here lived a magic repair mansion, even the old man who burned the fire in the kitchen and the **** who fed the stables.
In a cage hanging under the cloister, there are various colorful birds squatting. They are resting with their wings down. Sometimes they look fierce when they look up. They are obviously monster birds with cultivation skills.
The cold wind is rustling, and the snow is dense like catkins filling the world.
A big bird with white claws and blue feathers suddenly opened its eyes, and glanced suspiciously at the right side of the corridor—as if a shadow flashed by.
It tried to distinguish carefully, but there was no trace.
Eagle Falcon Sea Dongqing, the Jin Dan stage can directly meet the eyes of the cultivator of the **** transformation stage. It is definitely not an illusion just now. Someone actually broke into the mansion. Such a brave person hasn't passed for hundreds of years, maybe he is the enemy of Venerable Huanjian.
Costin folded his wings, buried his head and pretended to sleep.
It is a demon repair, and it is also a gift from Demon Dao to please Venerable Huanjian. It is kept in the mansion for the owner to amuse. Venerable Huanjian will feed them a few spirit pills when he is in a good mood. No! !
The monsters are bloodthirsty by nature, even if they have the ability of bigu, not eating flesh and blood is simply abuse!
Fight, make trouble, it's best to turn the mansion upside down--Haitongqing secretly looked forward to it.
Snow in the quiet night.
Shi Feng passed through half of the mansion unharmed and came to the backyard where Venerable Huanjian lived alone. The place he passed by, not to mention leaving a breath, even the airflow was not disturbed at all, so the demons in the house would not notice anything. .
Exploring the mansion of the cultivator has always been the most troublesome. You can neither follow the maid who delivered the meal (no need to eat), nor stun one person to ask the treasure house (only Venerable Huanjian knows). As for the backyard After cleaning and listening to the servants waiting to be dispatched, Shi Feng didn't even need to look at it, and guessed that it was a puppet.
The puppet is driven by the spiritual power instilled by the master. Although the strength is not worth mentioning, being discovered by them means that the master here also knows.
There is a thin layer of ice on the lake, and plum blossoms are blooming.
In the heavy pavilion by the lake, a bright and dangling light suddenly appeared, spreading on the lake surface, reflecting the crystal ice cubes, overflowing with light, like a lantern.
Shi Feng was not surprised.
Knowing that Venerable Huanjian didn't go out, he was ready to grab it directly.
——If Venerable Huanjian couldn't even find his home was broken into, the number one master of the magic way would be nothing but a false name.
The red dress came out of Meilin, and after a while, he stood in front of the waterside pavilion.
The cyan veil that flicked the ground was hanging down, and what dazzled the lake surface was a golden furnace studded with beads.
It is said that in ancient times, the dragon was infested. The Jiao is born for a thousand years, cracks its muscles and bones, and obtains twelve pearls. Its brilliance is like a star.
This one thing alone is enough for most people in the cultivation world to be dumbfounded, and their wealth is too thick to catch up with their swords.
Shi Feng flicked his sleeves far away, and the curtain was rolled upside down, revealing a strange screen in the pavilion.
The room is dark, only the candlelight is lit behind the screen. The screen is made of paper and painted with a few strokes of mist in the distant mountains.
With a squeak and a faint noise, two painted shadow puppets slowly rise from behind the paper screen, with their hands and feet connected to poles. They cling to the screen, flexibly arching their hands at each other, lifelike under the candlelight.
There is no music, but the two dummies begin to talk decently.
"Master Mo from the East Village found that an unexpected guest from the Zheng family in West Village came to visit him. Do you think Master Mo would be happy?"
"Oh, what's the joy of this? The Zheng family looks down on the Mo family, and there is nothing to do with the Mo family. Both are not good things, and neither is richer than anyone! Came in late at night, unpredictable!"
The shadow puppeteer on the left is kind-looking, raised his head and laughed loudly: "You don't know, the Zheng family who came back, the Zheng family is very wary of him, slandering him has already become Mo family's People."
The shadow puppet on the right has a fierce and wicked face. It raised its arm to support its head: "What happened?"
"Those who have the ability can make money everywhere. The Zheng family is a rare genius."
"Master Mo wants to win him?" The vertical shadow puppet man covered his mouth and said sneakily, "Master Mo is happy, and we are good."
In the cold night water pavilion, the room is empty. It should be the place where Venerable Huanjian lived, but weirdly playing shadow puppets.
Shi Feng didn't care at all, and he stood there with his hands in his hands and continued to watch the show.
The shadow puppet manipulated by the bamboo stick slapped the head of "the other person" and scolded: "Who said that Master Mo is very happy?"
"Hey, what do you say?" The shadow puppet flattered.
"Master Mo has wanted to go to the city for a long time, I want to go to the city for the rest of my life!"
Shadow puppets flicked their sleeves angrily: "Look at what you said, who doesn't know! Who in East Village and West Village doesn't want to go to the city? It's good in the city!"
"Yes, the Mo family can't get the road to lead into the city! This person from the Zheng family is very hopeful to get the road guide tonight, but the result! He ran to the black house where the poppi rogues live in our two villages. In Yuangu, you don’t want to make progress! You said, a Master Mo who could not enter the city, saw a Zheng family who could enter the city but did not enter, was he very angry?"
"Not bad!"
Shi Feng let out a light cough appropriately.
The sound was like a clapper frightened a drum in a play, and the two shadow puppets shook and turned at the same time, just like Shi Feng staring at the screen.
Faced with this weird and terrifying scene, Shi Feng still looked lightly and asked: "Dare to ask, you two have entered the city?"
"Now the gates of the city are not allowed to enter and not to exit. How can we stay here if we enter the city?" The shadow puppeteer replied angrily, and the line of his arm was stretched straight.
"Yes, we knew that the city was good since the people in the former city came out. Who knows how good the city is now?" Shi Feng said casually, "Besides, if I am Master Mo, I see that others can't enter the city, just Will be happier. Will he be happy if I take the guide with all my heart and go easily into the city?"
"..."
The two shadow puppets paused, then raised their hands to signal: "Please come in."
Then slide down the paper screen, leaving only the flickering candlelight.
Shi Feng walked slowly, he had already seen it, there were no institutions in this pavilion. Formation Fulu is good at Beixuan School, if anything is different, it can't hide from Shi Feng's divine knowledge.
Only behind the paper screen is inside the water pavilion, which cannot be detected by God's consciousness. There is no doubt that it is——
Shi Feng bypassed the paper screen and went down to three steps, just enough to allow the shadow puppeteer to hide under it from the light.
The exquisite shadow puppet man was lying on the last step, the bamboo poles and thread were neatly stroked, and a man in a black cloak and a ghost mask was sitting next to him.
——This is of course Venerable Huanjian.
Although Shi Feng didn't expect this master of the magic way to still like to play shadow puppets.
Useless magic, not a puppet, just like a mortal man, he flicks the bamboo pole and manipulates it with his fingers.
The Mo family is magic repair, and the Zheng family is of course the right way. Lu Yin, entering the city or something, of course refers to soaring. The poppi rascals of the two villages live in the Black Abyss Valley, this description is really amazing.
"Bei Xuan Shi Feng, come to visit the Venerable, this time I have a merciless request."
"If I don't give it, you are ready to grab it." Venerable Huanjian nodded and added for Shi Feng.
The voice is slightly hoarse, completely different from the two voices of the protagonist in the previous shadow play.
Venerable Huanjian is the number one master of the magic way, but he is simple. Just like Shi Feng's enemies are dead, no living person knows the secret of Venerable Huanjian.
To be more precise, the people who let Venerable Huanjian draw the sword are dead.
——This Venerable Demon Path has no opponents and no friends.
"Shi Feng had no long objects, and he was willing to take out something to make up for the loss of the venerable, but after seeing the Jiaozhu Golden Furnace, I immediately dispelled this idea."
Venerable Huanjian is so rich in the world, Shi Feng simply avoided the exchange, so he just grabbed it.
"It seems that you want something I would never give." Venerable Huanjian slowly stood up from the futon.
"The Venerable has a sword."
"Obviously."
"I want the pearl inlaid on the sword, the Nanhai Wannian Mirage Pearl."
Venerable Huanjian was shocked, apparently this request was beyond his expectation.
"A Mirage? I thought you were here for the Northern Xuan Secret Treasure!"
This time it was Shi Feng’s turn to shrink his pupils, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Your Excellency will return after going to the Mobei Wasteland in a few days. For three months, the news that there is no North Profound Secret Treasure in the cultivation world has come out. It is worthless. Otherwise, if you get a secret treasure, will Liang Qianshan not publicize it?"
"Why didn’t Liang Qianshan get the secret treasure?" Venerable Huanjian sighed, "My heart is better than him. I will find a good day with a sunny day so that his head is not on his neck."
Shi Feng raised his eyebrows: "Liang Qianshan got the secret treasure, is it possible?"
"Haha, that's right." Venerable Huanjian sneered, "With this seat, he can dare to imagine it with his junior."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Shi Feng again, and couldn't help sighing again: "When I see you, I just want to understand why the rumor in the cultivation world that you have become a demon is not true. The demon way is zeroed for hundreds of years. There are no more talented people."
Shi Feng didn't answer.
He himself is in the Mahayana period. Of course, he knows that those who cultivate in the Mahayana period have very different cultivation bases.
Daxueshan **** master Liang Qianshan is only the cultivation base of the first stage of Mahayana, and Shi Feng is the middle stage. Before he came here today, he thought that Venerable Huanjian, who was the number one master of the magic path and had lived for eight hundred years, was a high-level Mahayana stage, but his aura induction far exceeded that of the same group leader of the high-level Mahayana stage. This kind of impenetrable and unpredictable, among the people Shi Feng has seen so far, only Heiyuan Valley Lord can compare with it.
Venerable Huanjian suddenly said: "Why do you think that the secret treasure is worthless, maybe this time the news of the North Xuan secret treasure is also false. Finding a fake treasure is not a long-faced thing, Liang Qianshan will never mention it again."
"What does it matter whether the treasure is true or false? Even if it is a fake treasure, he can tell you to take it. As long as the world believes it, that's it."
"Hahaha!"
Venerable Huanjian flipped his hand to take out a red box, pushed it between the two, holding the box with invisible strength, and floating in the air.
The box is made of wood, a very solid wood. In ancient times, cultivators used it to build houses. It is impenetrable. It has no other purpose besides being durable and suitable for storing things.
Shi Feng didn't rush to reach out to take this box.
"Venerable one leaf is blind, and I must have been tempted by the Northern Xuan Secret Treasure. If my Northern Xuan sect really has this treasure, why would it gradually decline, and even be driven out of the Central Plains three thousand years ago?"
Of course there was a treasure.
The spoils of the holocaust battle, the inheritance techniques of each faction, the magical pill...
"I am like everyone else. I thought about the sudden death of a certain generation of Beixuan Sect's head teacher, but I didn't have time to tell this secret. So the Beixuan Sect didn't know where the treasure was and gradually declined."
Shi Feng slowly stretched out his hand to catch this box with no prohibition and no talisman to block the poison, his expression is cold:
"Later I thought, maybe I sent an ancestor to let it go where it should go."
With a finger movement, the box opened, revealing a pile of jade plaques inside, some of which were slightly glowing, some of which were dim and gray.
I picked up a piece of it, and it was written in the ancient text: "My school adjusts zero, entrusts the inheritance of Beixuan, the disciple of Canglan, don't forget this favor. The seventh-generation island owner of Canglan Island in the East China Sea has written absolutely."
The luminous jade plate at the lower side reads "The martial art is cut off, the heaven is catastrophe, I am an extraordinary person, unable to remain in the world, entrust the inheritance of Beixuan, hope my descendants, don't forget. Kunlun school ascended Han Songxian. "
The Beixuan Sect kept its promise and spent thousands of years to find all the inheritances, leaving only the jade medals agreed upon at the beginning, locked in a box.
This is cause and effect, and it is also a favor owed by many sects.
This is the Beixuan Secret Treasure.
——Don’t forget, five thousand years later, even if you take it out, who will believe it? Who believes that there is only this thing?
——Don’t Don't forget this grace. To this day, the vicissitudes of life, Beixuan still has Shi Feng, Kunlun sent Canglan Island, etc., the inheritance has long been extinct.
North Xuan secret treasure, buried forever.
The author has something to say: The correct answer to the treasure: a box of thank you letters