Heart Survey

Chapter 461 300 years

Senhaiyuan Realm can't get rid of the gloom during the day, and it is even darker at night.

In the pitch-black night where you can't see five fingers, the little bit of red that the Shenlong Incense burns is particularly eye-catching.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun's voice sounded: "Isn't Yan Xiao already dead? Why do we still need some divine dragon incense?"

Jiang Wang put the Qingqishu on the ground, and a flame flower bloomed from the tip of his index finger, floating lightly in the air.

The flame flowers brought light, reflecting the flickering of Su Qiyun and Wu Quji's faces.

"Yan Xiao is dead, but the 'Invasion of the Night' may not have disappeared." Jiang Wang said.

According to the information collected by Su Qiyun, Yan Xiao is closely related to the 'Invasion of the Night', and it is even very likely that Yan Xiao created the 'Invasion of the Night'.

But the question is, where does the information Su Qiyun collects come from?

From the bookstore of the Senhai Saints.

In other words, if she thinks in the dark, if the Senhai Saint Clan wants her to find out, she can only find out.

As for the truth... who knows?
"I don't understand what you mean." Su Qiyun was obviously unacceptable.

She finally found the culprit of the 'invasion of the night', came to the forest of the hanging skull, and tried her best to avenge the little fish.

Now Jiang Wang said that Yan Xiao was dead, and the 'invasion of the night' might not have disappeared.

Doesn't this mean that everything she did was useless?

Jiang Wang was about to explain when Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

"Did you find out just now..." His voice was a little puzzled: "Yanchao seems to be gone?"

The flame flower that Jiang Wang had just released was very small and only illuminated the three people in front of him.

Hearing Wu Quji's words at this time, the flame flower suddenly swelled up in mid-air, illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house clearly.

The art of Yanhua, in Jiang Wang's hands, has already been thoroughly familiarized.

At this time, they could clearly see that under the eaves of the wooden house, the swallow's nest where Yan Xiao lived had indeed disappeared!

Jiang Wang was in a hurry to light Shenlong Incense just now, but he didn't notice it.Su Qiyun was also thinking about why Jiang Wang turned back, but Wu Quji observed it more carefully.

"What's the situation? Isn't Yan Xiao dead? Or is he resurrected?" Su Qiyun frowned.

"No, it's dead. It's not resurrected either."

Jiang Wang observed his storage box and said, "My Yan Xiao's beak is still there. According to records, if Yan Xiao is resurrected, its previous 'corpse' will also disappear."

Su Qiyun watched the surroundings vigilantly: "Then who can explain why Yanchao disappeared? Was there anyone outside us just now?"

"I can't explain it now, and I'm as confused as you are." Jiang Wang said, put down his doubts, and walked into the wooden house: "Since you're back, go in and have a look."

In the depths of the Forest of Hanging Skulls stood a wooden house, and Yan Xiao lived under the eaves of the wooden house.

Just like an ordinary person in front of the house.

The night came early today, Yan Xiao died, but Yan Chao suddenly disappeared.

This is inevitably disturbing.

The unknown is the greatest terror.

Neither Wu Quji nor Su Qiyun were people who had never seen terror, but at this time they couldn't help but follow Jiang Wang, unwilling to stay outside the house alone.

A flame flower is always floating in front, like a lantern.

The first place to come is the main room. The layout has been seen outside during the day, with benches and wooden tables, simple and simple.

Nothing has changed since I came in.

There is a room on the left and right, separated by a curtain.

Jiang Wang raised his sword and looked at them separately. One was a kitchen with a stove and firewood, and the other was a bedroom with a wooden bed.

Nothing else.

Very ordinary very ordinary wooden house.

Perhaps the only unusual thing is that it appears in the Forest of Hanging Skulls.

Jiang Wang didn't say anything, just sat down on the bench in the main room.

The flames hang above the wooden table like a chandelier.

Wu Quji sat opposite him: "Your sect is very convenient. If you were like you, the hanging lantern would not be sold."

The two of them were sitting on both sides of the wooden table, while Su Qiyun walked around and chose to sit opposite the front door, obviously not willing to use her back to face the night outside the door.

The reason why the flame flower can act as a lantern is because of its superb stability.

It doesn't mean that you can control the Yuan force at will and gather a ball of fire - it can also illuminate, but the constant loss of Yuan force will definitely make the caster miserable.

Su Qiyun glanced at him and said, "Da Chu Zuo Guanglie's unique technique is much more precious than hanging lights."

In order to ease his anxiety, Wu Quji randomly brought up a topic, and she cooperated.

"Ah." Wu Quji said in a sullen voice, "I don't know."

It is true that Zuo Guanglie is a genius of a generation, but not everyone has heard of it.You You Qi was born in a small sect like the Golden Needle Sect, and only those forces in the Qi Kingdom were enough to give him a headache.

He asked Jiang Wang very directly: "Aren't you a baron from the state of Qi? Why are you still related to the state of Chu?"

"It's just a Dao technique, it's not related. And the flame flower has already been cracked by many people."

Jiang Wang didn't want to talk more about this topic, and turned to: "The night in Senhaiyuan is very dangerous. Rather than going out to take risks in unknown places, it is better to stay here. If there is any situation, we will observe it when it is dawn tomorrow."

Jiang Wang thought clearly.

The biggest danger in the Forest of Hanging Skulls is undoubtedly Yan Xiao. Now Yan Xiao is completely dead. Compared with other places in Senhaiyuan, it is safer here.

The mysterious disappearance of Yanchao is of course a noteworthy thing, but it is not wise to pursue clues on such a night.

Jiang Wang chose to brake quietly, stay in the wooden house patiently for one night, and wait until dawn before taking action, which is a prudent and prudent choice.

He has even begun to prepare for spiritual practice.

Wu Quji had no choice but to use a golden needle to pull and insert it on the wooden table, as if to test something.

Su Qiyun looked at him and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you said earlier that Yan Xiao was dead, but the 'Invasion of the Night' may not have disappeared. What do you mean?"

Jiang Wang knew that if she didn't satisfy her doubts, she would definitely not be able to go through. After thinking about it, he said, "The old priest told me a story, and she said that this story should not be heard by the rest of the Holy Race. Now that Qishu is dead, I am I can tell you about it."

He chose to tell the story of the "senior descendant" Monk Guan Yan.

"I didn't expect that there are such strange men in Buddhism." Su Qiyun was obviously moved by this story, and was full of emotion: "The tradition of the Senhai Saint Clan's 'phase hunting' came from this way, which is really embarrassing. No wonder Qing Qishu... …”

Wu Quji's perspective is different: "The sect gave him so many resources, let him practice, let him be extraordinary, and as a result, he succeeded in cultivation, but in a foreign land, he can't be nostalgic for a woman. How can he be worthy of his background? Sect? How can he be worthy of so many resources he consumes?"

The different backgrounds of the two people determine their different perspectives on thinking.These are all things in the world, and sometimes it is not clear what is right or wrong.

Jiang Wang pondered his own observations, and talked about the reason why he told this story: "From the stories told by the priests of the holy clan, combined with their history. We can know that about 800 years ago, Yan Xiao appeared, and the gods The 'sacrifice of the head' occurred in the place of shade. After that, more than 500 years ago, under the leadership of Guan Yan, it evolved into the tradition of 'Xianghun'."

"Have you ever thought about what happened during the nearly 300 years?" Jiang Wang asked.

(End of this chapter)