Qingqiu Mountain, top of the mountain.

Small courtyard by the cliff.

Lu Feng sat on the stone bench in the yard paved with bluestone slabs, flipping through the notes handed over by Hu Xianxian.

An old bamboo planted against the wall in the courtyard was rustling under the mountain wind, and the bamboo leaves fell on the ground covered with moss, making them look extremely green and quiet.

After reading it for a long time, Lu Feng finally got some understanding of his parents and learned a lot of their deeds along the way.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the letters that were dyed open, he murmured: "Is Xuankui who records these a woman?"

"How do you know?" Hu Xianxian was stunned and sighed softly: "Is it because of the love that reveals between the lines?"

Seeing Lu Feng nodded.

"Even you can see it," Hu Xianxian said with a little resentment, "No wonder they all said that my father was a little unlucky back then, and he could only tolerate Ah Mom in his eyes, and gave him a lot of beauties who admired him. He should be able to perceive Xuan Kui's feelings, but he did not point it out or face it from beginning to end."

"It's hard to imagine how envious and sad Xuan Kui was when she recorded her father and mother's life. She saw their love and sweetness."

While the two were chatting, a sharp voice came from the edge of the cliff outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a gray-white beast shadow emerged through the clouds and landed gracefully on the top of a pine tree by the cliff.

Hu Xianxian was stunned for a moment and said suspiciously: "I heard that my mother saved a little crane back then and fed it carefully for a while. Could it be this guy?"

The crane seemed to respond to her words, flapped its wings and landed in the yard. It looked at Lu Feng with its small head high, as if curious about why Lu Feng had the familiar breath of its owner.

This scene made Lu Feng feel a little missed the days of Qinghe Sect and missed the white cloud crane raised by his third senior brother Han Su.

"I'll go find some food to feed."

Hu Xianxian walked out quickly, "Go to the Formation Pavilion by the way and get you the things that Xuan Kui left behind back then."

While teasing the crane, Lu Feng secretly sensed the Huang in the utensil, thinking about whether the little thing would have any special reaction, but unfortunately there was not much movement.

There is no record of the yellow bird on the note.

Perhaps because he sensed that Lu Feng was not his master, the crane flew straight away after staying for a while.

Lu Feng was left alone in guarding the empty courtyard, revealing some silence and loneliness.

Without resources to practice, Lu Feng did not enter the practice, but began to realize the various means he had gained in recent days.

Whether it is the Eternal Night Wheel or the Burning Heaven Wheel, or the Entropy Art, the Nine Prison Order, the Four-Phase Cage of Sins, etc.

He needs time to practice and study and settle down, and the quiet environment is just right now.

If he could understand all these things, then he might not have to help the battle of Buguixia, and he would be sure to deal with it.

Of course.

Less than a moment of concentration.

Hu Xianxian rushed back in a hurry, looking very angry.

"It's outrageous, these villains..."

Before the person could completely step into the courtyard, the voice of scolding came in first.

Lu Feng put away the scroll and looked curiously.

Hu Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That damn Blood River Sect, who has no courage to compete head-on, is actually playing with the silence behind his back."

Lu Feng frowned, "What did they do?"

Hu Xianxian said angrily: "They assassinated many monks in the Blood River City, and cut out their hearts, drained their spiritual energy and flesh, hung their bodies everywhere, and posted provisions to discredit our Ghost Sect."

"We call us tyrannical and unjust, and we specialize in the magical skill of sucking the heart and sucking blood. Whether we surrender or resist, we will sooner or later become the cauldron we practice."

"Your Majesty also calls you a person sent by the Holy Sect and the General Prison, in order to kill all those who fled to the Ghost Realm."

"For a moment, people were panicked and the city was full of wind and rain."

"In this situation, if our Ghost Sect violently suppresses it, it will be very difficult to force it to subdue it."

"Not only that, even Su Qingxia's Tiansha Alliance is not easy to attack in the name of the Ghost Sect. It is easy to arouse public outrage, but it will encourage the power of the Xuehe Sect and allow them to unite those casual cultivators who were unwilling to enter their sect."

Lu Feng thought and asked, "Who is the person led by Xuehe Sect? What is his strength?"

"Li Qianjie, who is 35th on the blacklist, has a soul number, Blood Eye," Hu Xianxian's tone slightly heavier, "This person made a move more than two years ago. His strength is about eight breaths in the Heavenly Soul Realm, and he is not much stronger than Su Qingxia, but rumors have seemed to have made breakthroughs in recent days."

"It's strange. As soon as we returned, he had so many things going on."

"Nothing is strange," Lu Feng's eyes were deep, and there was a hint of coldness. "Didn't it mean that he has the foundation of the Saint Sect?"

Hu Xianxian was stunned, "If the Holy Sect ordered him to do this behind his back, everything would be reasonable."

He paused and suggested: "In the current situation, it may be the best choice for our hell gate to remain silent for a while."

Lu Feng shook his head: "If you choose to be silent, you will inevitably be regarded as the default rumor. Since his Blood River Sect likes to label him randomly, we will also put a button on him."

Hu Xianxian's eyes suddenly lit up, and she listened carefully to Lu Feng's instructions.

...

at the same time.

Blood River Sect.

Li Qianjie said proudly to a young man in front of him: "Young Master Yue relaxed and it has spread. Whether it is Wan Duze or Baiguyuan, no force will be easily subdued by the ghost sect, and it will definitely not make him a climate."

Yue Yan had a gloomy face and warned: "I have conveyed the young master's meaning. If his existence threatens the sect, you should know the consequences."

Li Qianjie responded repeatedly, and his eyes were fierce and fierce: "Don't worry, Young Master Yue, turn around and arrange to go to Wan Duze and Baiguyuan to kill some demon cultivators to further confirm the evil deeds of the Ghost Sect."

Yue Yan was silent for a while, and after hearing the Demon Lord's gesture in his mind, he spoke: "There is a bit confusion on the White Bone Yuan. I'll walk on it myself. Please take care of your affairs."

Li Qianjie nodded quickly, "Don't worry, the villain will definitely arrange the person you want."

But he couldn't help but wonder that if Yue Yan had previously demonstrated the magical skills of hand and the means of refining and squeezing the monks, his strength would definitely be improved to another level.

Hesitated, he spoke boldly: "I wonder if the young master can teach the villain the way to refine people like this? The villain is willing to follow the leader of the young master in the future."

A trace of evil spirit flashed between Yue Yan's eyebrows and warned: "Put your thoughts that you shouldn't have and do your own things."

Seeing Li Qianjie's face turned gloomy.

Yue Yan said again: "If you perform well, I will consider it afterwards!"

...

Three days later.

Lu Feng and Hu Xianxian were wearing black robes and black hats, and walked on the lively street in the core of the White Bone Origin.

Lu Feng has a general understanding of the specific division of forces in the White Bone Origin.

The three leaders are Soul-Devouring Sect, Qiankun Palace and Fantasy Itachi Immortal Sect.

Among them, the Soul-Devouring Sect is good at practicing the secret soul technique and specializes in stealing the soul power of the soul master to practice it. The methods are very vicious and ruthless.

Qiankun Palace is a force that focuses on formations, but 98% of the formation masters who join it are practicing evil formations, and the most basic thing is to sacrifice and set up formations with human lives.

As for the Fantasy Itachi Immortal Sect, it is a force that is good at cultivating one's own skills. With a set of flexible and cunning Fantasy Itachi ghost steps, it specializes in sneak attacks and killing people for fun.

It can be said that no matter which side, it is not a good person.

“Hurry quickly——”

"There's a fight over there-"

Pedestrians were constantly running towards the end of the street by Lu Feng and the others.

Amid the noisy yelling and discussion, Lu Feng vaguely caught a sentence, "It seems like people from the Fantasy Itachi Immortal Sect and the Soul-Devouring Sect."

"Go and go and take a look."

Lu Feng signaled and left with Hu Xianxian.

Before we could reach a gambling shop at the end of the streets, several Soul-Devouring Sects were hacked to death on the ground, and the blood stained the ground red.

However, none of the three people on the Huantuo Immortal Sect were injured.

"withdraw--"

The three remaining people in the Soul-Devouring Sect saw that the situation was not good, and they were about to escape.

But he was stopped by three people from the Fantasy Itachi Immortal Sect.

Lu Feng looked at the body movements of several people and couldn't help but find it interesting. He was really a bit like a weasel crawling posture, which was indescribably strange and smooth.

"Several people lost and refused to admit their accounts, but they were not able to leave so easily!"

A middle-aged man led by the Fantasy Itachi Immortal Sect smiled sinisterly.

A companion next to him with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek yelled and continued: "You guys who know each other will leave your utensils and then cut off your own hands and feet!"

The person headed by the Soul-Devouring Sect looked ugly indescribable, and he said angrily: "It's clear that you are giving away thousands of people. We will rob the source stone, so what's wrong?"

"Come out of thousands?" The person led by the Immortal Sect sneered disdainfully: "Which dog eye can see me out of thousands? Since it has not been revealed on the spot, it cannot be considered."

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the cashier's goods quickly! Otherwise, those people will be your end."

The three people on the Soul-Devouring Sect looked at each other, their faces full of fear.
To be continued...