Bringing the Hokage legacy to the Nine Realms of Golden Light

Ai Lingling was happy to hear that Zhou Zheng was going to the spirit world, because her main purpose was to learn the art of clone from him.

Now that I’m in the spirit world, there are more opportunities.

When Heilong heard that Zhou Zheng had clues about his life experience, he naturally obeyed Zhou Zheng's request.

Only Yi Wuxin, she sneaked out from the spirit world to find her past. Now she has to go back without any clues or gains. Deep down, she is not willing to do so.

"Brother Zhou, I don't need it anymore! Hei Tu found clues about his past, and I also have my own past to find. Let's part ways here!" Yi Wuxin said softly.

"Yi Wuxin, if you believe me, why not come back to the spirit world with us! I might be able to help you find out about your background! The world is not safe now, and it's inevitable that you, a little girl, will encounter various accidents when you travel outside." Zhou Zheng said.

On the Black Dragon's side, Zhou Zheng could be said to have sensed a similar aura, so he was able to confirm his identity.

But on Yi Wuxin's side, Zang Jingren, who had not experienced the events that followed, was a very suspicious person. If Zhou Zheng sent someone over to recognize his relatives for no reason, he would definitely be suspected.

Oh right! In the original story, how did they recognize each other?

"Brother Zhou, do you know any clues about me?" Although Zhou Zheng only said that he could help find it, Yi Wuxin already thought that Zhou Zheng had seen the relevant clues.

Over the years, in the spirit world, although all the brothers and teachers have been very caring towards her, whenever she mentioned that she wanted to find out her origins, someone would always persuade her not to

The past is not important. Since her cruel and heartless parents and relatives have abandoned her, even if she is found, it will only bring her another kind of sadness.

Her name is Yi Wuxin, and the ones she remembers are Wuxin’s parents.

And just now, Zhou Zheng was the first person who expressed his willingness to help her look for it.

If a person develops an obsession with something, then the first person who stands up and expresses support for him can often gain his greatest favor.

This is how Yi Wuxin feels towards Zhou Zheng now.

"Just looking at your appearance, I can't see any clues at all. Do you have any relevant items or marks on your body? As long as it is something you have carried with you since childhood, you can take it out and let me see it!" Zhou Zheng said.

Whether it is the female tyrant or the hidden mirror man, in order to confirm Yi Wuxin's identity, there must be relevant evidence that can allow them to confirm it.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for these two people, who are sensitive about their identities, to acknowledge her existence so firmly.

"Yes!" Yi Wuxin took out a stone flute from his body immediately after hearing Zhou Zheng's words, "Senior Brother Tan said that this stone flute was placed on my body when he picked me up that year."

Zhou Zheng took a look at the stone flute. Anything that can be used to prove one's identity must either be made of rare and precious materials, or have extremely exquisite craftsmanship that cannot be imitated, or have special secret codes that cannot be deciphered by anyone except the person who left the code, because it cannot be copied.

Otherwise, if just any object can be used as proof of identity, it would seem too cheap.

Zhou Zheng immediately noticed the specialness of the stone flute that Yi Wuxin took out!

The material of the stone flute is Lichen stone!

The stones that pave the ground among the hidden buds!

In the place where Qi Tianshoujia is, this kind of stone is everywhere!

But in the outside world, it seems to be something unique to the female tyrant!

Only her Beauty Pavilion has a big piece!

However, the female tyrant was too cruel. Except for a moment of tenderness before her death, she was completely heartless in her fight for power.

"Is there anything else? It would be best if it was something that no one else could take away, such as a birthmark or something like that?" Zhou Zheng vaguely remembered that the man who hid the mirror should have also left a special mark.

"Also! There's a flame mark on my arm, and there seems to be a ball of power condensed inside it." As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal the mark on his arm.

A flame-like mark is vivid, as if there is really a flame burning.

With this mark, when Zhou Zheng tells the truth, it will be much more credible!

However, Zhou Zheng still specifically sensed the mark.

Cathodes give birth to yang!

Just like the Lichen Stone is something that cannot be imitated, the power in the flame mark on Yi Wuxin's arm is also something that cannot be forged!

With a rough sense, this power is a ball of extreme yang energy.

But if you sense it carefully and identify it in detail, you will discover the secret.

This is a ball of true qi that turns from negative to positive!

In the entire martial arts world, there are very few people who can practice martial arts to the extreme of yang, and even fewer who can practice to the extreme of yin. As for the person who has practiced to the extreme of yin to produce yang, in the entire Central Plains, the only person with a name and surname is probably Cang Jingren!

Although his written native place was Miaojiang, he became famous in the Central Plains.

After getting the answer, Zhou Zheng stopped and sighed.

"Brother Zhou! What happened? Do you have any clues?" Yi Wuxin looked at Zhou Zheng anxiously, fearing that it would be another round of disappointment.

"Yes! But you can't tell! Your life experience is more sensitive than Black Dragon's! This time, you have to go back to the spirit world with me! You can't stay outside! It's too dangerous for you!" Zhou Zheng said, and asked Ai Lingling to push Yi Wuxin into the carriage, and then he pulled Black Dragon to sit on the frame and hurried on.

“It’s not safe to talk here, I’ll tell you in detail when we return to the spirit world!

"By the way, the sister in the carriage is called Jin Qianhua, you can just call her Sister Qianhua!

"Ai Lingling, come and help show us the way. Let's get to the spirit world as soon as possible!"

Murong Mansion

Surrounded by swords, Zhou Zheng's clone was sparring with Murong Shengxue. As the supervisor, Mo Lisao was sitting in a pavilion on the side, leaning against a pillar, watching the competition with boredom, while also feeling the chakra-like power in his body.

In the battlefield

Zhou Zheng's clone always keeps a distance from Murong Shengxue.

"If you have the guts, don't run so far! Let's fight head-on." Murong Shengxue shouted.

"Isn't this a frontal attack? I didn't make a sneak attack!" Zhou Zheng was standing far away and while speaking, he suddenly used a ninjutsu.

Earth Flow Wave, Mud Mage, Return of the Earth Land, Rock Coffin, Rock Pillar Spear, Earth Stalagmite, etc., all kinds of earth-style ninjutsu followed one after another. As long as he couldn't fly, Zhou Zheng would always find a way to make him unable to find a place to land.

Provoke the opponent again and again, challenge his patience, make him furious, lose his mind, and then use illusion.

He couldn't find the east, west, south, or north.

The Nirvana Monastery where he was unconscious and unable to open his eyes,

The thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Naraku-ken, the one he feared the most in his heart.

The darkness that made him unable to see anything...

And so on and so forth. Every time I irritate him, I’ll use an illusion so that even if he’s angry, he can’t express it. He can only howl to the sky and vent his anger.

"Why do you want to use your weaknesses to compete with his strengths? Calm down and think about why the old man wants you to compete with him when he knows you are no match for him?" Mo Lisao said while supporting his head while sitting in the pavilion.

In fact, sometimes, it’s not that we are unwilling to explain the situation, but letting him figure it out and think for himself, which will yield better results.

Guyue School

Among the towering mountains, there are continuous palaces.

After Murong Yanyu swept through the Eight Hundred Sword Sect, the era of the sword world in the Central Plains martial arts world belonged to the Guyue Sect!

Murong Yanyu's visit was also unusual.

A sword intent burst out, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky, breaking the wind and splitting the clouds.

In an instant, another sword intent also rose into the sky from the back mountain of Guyue Sect.

Then, the two sword energies collided in the air.

Suddenly, the clouds became clear, the sky became dark blue, and one could even see the stars.

A storm arose, and throughout the Guyue Sect, the flowers, plants, and trees were bent under the weight, the birds and beasts screamed in fear, and almost all the disciples knelt down.

"Hahaha! The old fellow still has some nerve! He's so old, but he's not dead yet?" Murong Yanyu flew directly from outside the Guyue Sect and came to the back mountain where the sword energy was also emitted.

On the top of the mountain, there stood a figure as majestic and towering as a mountain. Although he had a head full of white hair and a beard as long as snow, his figure was like a reef in the sea and a mountain in the world.

This person is the peerless master who led the Guyue Sect to truly flourish, Li Chenyuan.

"You're not dead yet, I'm sure I'll live longer than you!" Li Chenyuan responded in the same impolite manner.

"Long time no see!"

"It's been a long time!"

Just as the two were greeting each other, a group of old men and a group of young and middle-aged people rushed to the top of the mountain.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

"Are you alright?"

"Who invaded the Guyue Sect?"

A group of people were talking to each other.

Afterwards, several older people saw Murong Yanyu.

"Ah! Senior Murong!"

After the exclamation, he quickly saluted.

"Shout! Keep shouting!" Murong Yanyu stared at those elderly people who were over fifty years old.

Just like a father disciplining his son.

"That's enough!" Li Chenyuan called out, asking his old friend not to scare the younger generation, and then turned to the younger generation, "You guys go down first, I'm meeting with my old friends here, so you don't need to be uncomfortable next to me!"

"Yes! Father, we are retreating!" said a sturdy man who looked to be around fifty years old, but his actual age should not be less than sixty.

People who have achieved success in cultivation do not look old.

"Wait a minute, I came to you today for something important. You said you are the daily manager of the Guyue Sect, so you should stay too!" Murong Yanyu said.

"In that case, Zhen Liang, you stay!" Li Chenyuan named, and the others retreated respectfully.

Li Chenyuan took Murong Yanyu into a pavilion on the top of the mountain and sat down. Li Zhenliang poured tea for them and acted as a servant.

"Didn't you say you were going to go into seclusion? Why are you coming out so soon?" Li Chenyuan asked.

"I got the news about my ninth sister and had to come out!" Murong Yanyu said.

Both of them are over a hundred years old, both are masters of swordsmanship. They have been competing with each other since they were young and continued to compete with each other when they were old. It was not until the Murong Mansion suffered a series of blows and the thirteen swordsmen began to encounter accidents one after another that Murong Yanyu and Murong Mansion disappeared from the world. After that, the Guyue School became the world's top swordsmanship school without any competitors!

"Oh? It seems that the Ninth Miss's problem has been resolved now?" Li Chenyuan said.

(Suddenly I thought, Murong Yanyu's parents are quite fertile! The eldest brother Murong Yanyu is over a hundred years old, and the youngest brother Murong Ning is in his thirties. Tsk tsk, I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it! (Just kidding, there may be brothers among the Thirteen Swordsmen, but most of them are cousins))

"It's been resolved, and I owe others a favor. Now I'm here to repay it. You've heard about the Xijianliu, right?" Murong Yanyu asked back.

"Western Sword Style?" Li Chenyuan looked at Li Zhenliang next to him.

"A small sect that came across the sea from Japan wants to fight for the Central Plains. It has considerable power and has mastered a special power called Bing Wus. However, the strength of its top leaders is not strong. They are fighting back and forth with the Heaven and Earth Divisions led by Shi Yanwen's eldest son. Although they have set up a huge barrier in the Central Plains, it has not posed any major threat, so no one is paying attention to it!" said Li Zhenliang.

“The fact that Brother Murong came to our door in person proves that the Western Sword School is not as harmless as it appears.” Li Chenyuan said, stroking his long beard.

"In the first five years, the Western Sword School only showed a part of the Eight Gates. Above the Eight Gates, there are the Six Divisions, the Four Heavenly Kings, and the so-called Two Hundred-Year Legends. Now, they are planning to revive their ancestors..."

Murong Yanyu told Zhou Zheng all the news she had heard from him.

"That century-old legend, could it be referring to the old guy who is over a hundred years old like us?" Li Chenyuan was a little surprised.

"Hiss, deliberately showing weakness just to be able to smoothly prepare for the resurrection ceremony, this Xijianliu is really patient! So are they planning to start an all-out war now?" Li Zhenliang did not expect that there was such a secret behind the Xijianliu's affairs.

"Yes! Moreover, I heard from that brat that the two hundred-year legends are not old guys like us, but the kind that can really live forever! Not only have they accumulated a hundred years of hard training, but they are also in peak physical condition.

"Are you tempted by such an opponent?" Murong Yanyu looked at Li Chenyuan.

"Father, if Xi Jianliu really has such deep intentions and behaviors, let us handle this matter!" Li Zhenliang pleaded directly.

Silver Sophora Ghost Market

With the Zhuhu knife coin in his hand, Murong Ning successfully entered the ghost market with Sansu Sword Master and Zhu Wu Niang.

Qiaomu Palace

In the Yinhuai Ghost Market, Qiaomu Palace is in charge of merchants inside and outside the ghost market, drugs, people, stolen goods, intelligence, weapons, martial arts secrets, supplies and medicines, rare treasures, as long as the customer can ask for it and it is available in the world, it can all be bought in Qiaomu Palace.

Even if they don't have it now, as long as the customer can afford the price and place an order, they can go and get what he needs.

In the reception room of Qiaomu Palace, the ruler of Qiaomu Palace, Master Yan Chengjun, was sitting on one side of a negotiation table. He was wearing a cowboy hat decorated with a skull, sunglasses, a mustache, and holding a pipe in his hand.

While puffing smoke, he welcomed Murong Ning and his party.

"What do the customers need? As long as they can afford the price, there is nothing in this world that the Ghost Market dare not buy or sell!"

Only after Murong Ning sat down opposite him did Yan Chengjun get to the point.

And on the table, two cups of tea were filled between the two of them.

"Ask about someone!" Murong Ning said.

"The buying and selling of information is the mainstay of Qiaomu Palace! Please speak!" Yan Chengjun said confidently with a confident smile on his face.

"Meng Gaofei."

When this name was mentioned, Yan Chengjun was moved for a moment.

"Fengyun Taisui Meng Gaofei?"

"Meng Gaofei with a little kid by his side!"

The two of them interacted with each other and decided to be a couple.

"Ha! The person you are talking about is now a member of our Ghost Market!" Yan Chengjun slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Can't you sell it?"

"I mean, it costs extra money!"