Every time I go back to the mountain, I will see the apprentices making trouble

Lu Xingchen didn't expect that he lost.

He stood by the real Guhong's bed, and helped him pull the quilt casually.

"Guhong, as you wish, I lost." Lu Xingchen sighed, "Ling Yao's cultivation is not very good, but his scheme is good. So is he your illegitimate child?"

Gu Hong opened his eyes with difficulty, this former head of the Immortal Feng Dao Gu, this matter is completely a dying old man, his eyes are cloudy, and it is difficult to utter a complete sentence from his mouth.

Lu Xingchen didn't know what to do for a while, everyone was sent out by Gu Hong, and he stayed in the room alone, full of emotions.

Suddenly, Gu Hong started coughing violently, Lu Xingchen helped him up so that he could spit out the phlegm in his throat.After Gu Hong finished spitting, he gradually became sober. He pointed to a piece of paper on the table and said, "That's the proof of succession. One is for you, and the other is for Zhao Qingmu. You... Decide."

Lu Xingchen walked to the table, looked at the two pieces of paper separately, took out one with his name written on it, lit the fire in his palm and burned it, the remaining ash fell on the ground, he waved them away with his sleeves.

"It seems that the Demon Cult is not all people who do not keep their faith."

Lu Xingchen felt uncomfortable being praised by him, and felt like goosebumps popping up.

Gu Hong let out a breath, "Since I let you stay in the Lingfeng faction, I will never let you die. The voucher has my hidden spells. After Zhao Qingmu gets it, I will try my best to protect your life."

"Okay, is there anything else to explain?" Lu Xingchen asked.

He slowly lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and said after a long time: "Xing Chen, I want to hear you sing "Ling Feng Deng Xian"."

The school poem of the Lingfeng School mentioned at the head of Lancang Peak, "Lingfeng Climbing to the Immortal".

"How boundless are the four directions, ride the clouds and go straight up.

Without seeing the way forward, Ling Feng is riding the waves. "

Lu Xingchen heard a faint sigh, and disappeared into the air together with the ashes after the fire.

The head of the sect drove west, and the Lingfeng faction had just been attacked by the demon sect.For the affairs of the handover of the masters, additional garrison disciples need to be sent by each peak, and the repair of the mountain protection array and so on.For a while, Twelve Peaks was as busy as a beef hot pot meal.On the day when the head passed away, Lu Xingchen handed over the certificate of succession to Zhao Qingmu, and left everything to him, and completely retreated, becoming an otaku.Zhao Qingmu also thought that he was sullen because he didn't become the head of the sect, and even took time out of his busy schedule to visit him several times, but was always scolded by him to go back to deal with affairs, and he just wanted to stay home.

Ling Yao woke up the next day, but unexpectedly he didn't report on Lu Xingchen.After thinking about it, he has neither physical nor personal evidence, and no one will believe him even if he tells it.

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"Where's my jade note?" Lu Xingchen searched through boxes and chests, "I still had it with me two days ago."

Wait, two days ago?

His jade paper is not some letter paper, but his keepsake in the Demon Cult. A jade wall the size of a palm is engraved with the totem of the Demon Race: python.

Could it be that he fell on the way to lure the demon soldiers into the mountain?

Lu Xingchen's face turned pale instantly, and the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen.He held on to the bookcase and began to analyze in a panic.

The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the cold sweat on my head became more and more.He suddenly remembered what Zhao Qingmu said that day about Si Lufeng's situation, and then thought about the places he had been to that day.There happened to be a large formation protecting the mountain beside Si Lu Peak, and he had been there that day.

"It's over. Dead." Lu Xingchen was completely desperate, and began to think about the funeral.

If the jade paper was just a jade paper carved with totems, Lu Xingchen would not be so panicked.However, engraved on the jade paper is the name of his Demon Sect Zuo Guardian: Mosang Sattar.It's too late to die, but it landed on Si Lu Peak again.Lu Xingchen knew that every one of those Si Lufeng disciples who were shaking their heads had to practice a technique called Wangqi Xunren.In other words, as long as something of yours is in their hands, they can find you by digging three feet.

"No! You must not sit still and wait for death."

Lu Xingchen decided to go to Si Lufeng at night to steal the jade paper back.

At night, the Eleven Peaks are quiet, while the Suixin Peak is bustling with activity.Lu Xingchen was dressed in black and sneaked in the wind.He didn't bring the Qiming Sword, but a sword that Zhao Qingmu had used in his practice, but was discarded afterwards. The blade was light and thin, engraved with the breeze, "Qingfeng Sword".After all, many people know Qiming Sword or something, so it's too ostentatious.

Lu Xingchen's black boots lightly stepped on the eaves of Silufeng's Immortal Mansion.People, went straight to a courtyard in the middle, where Si Lufeng put the evidence.Falling down without a sound, Lu Xingchen walked into a room where neat things were displayed, from the first row to the last row.

He searched twice, but there was no jade note.

So where?

Lu Xingchen quickly recalled the scene when he entered the door just now. There seems to be an ear chamber on one side of the room?The so-called ear room, in layman's terms, is a small room. I don't know if Si Lufeng and his group will put important things in it.

He walked to the dark place, squinted his eyes and observed, and there was indeed a door.Push it away, and the jade paper is placed in the center, exuding a dark green light.

Lu Xingchen didn't rush in.There is a saying in the art of war: What is empty is real, and what is real is empty.

He is very guilty, so there must be a trap ahead now.

"I can't take things away, so I might as well destroy them. Although it's more distressing, life is still more important."

He cast a curse on Yujian, exited the room, stood outside the door, and snapped his fingers.

The sound of explosions came from behind the door, and Lu Xingchen retreated successfully.

"Whoever dares to trespass on Si Lufeng, take him down!" Ji Ran suddenly led a group of people to surround him.

He looked around, and a group of young juniors led by Jianran drew their swords and pointed at him. Under the black cloth, he smiled coldly and said in a low voice, "Give me a flash card if you don't want to die!"

A disciple hurried out of the room and trotted to Jianran, "Brother, the evidence is blown up."

"?" Jian Ran frowned, and the ice lotus on his forehead became colder and colder.

"catch him."

Lu Xingchen squeezed his sword fingers and summoned the Qingfeng Sword to entangle them, but he still had scruples in his heart, he didn't dare to use his sword moves, but used spiritual power to suppress everyone.Seeing this, Jian Ran drew his sword, aimed at Lu Xingchen's space and started a sneak attack.

With a sound of ding, Lu Xingchen lifted the sword upside down, and used his other hand as a sword finger, resting on the body of the sword, blocking Jianran's Yuqing sword.Just kidding, the wound cut by his sword is very difficult to heal, and Lu Xingchen doesn't want to leave a big hole on his body.

Jian Ran's eyes widened slightly, his sword has never been blocked by anyone since he practiced it, let alone the opponent is still under such a situation of being besieged.

He couldn't help but praised: "It can be retracted freely, good swordsmanship! Why don't you dare to fully show your strength?"

Lu Xingchen was busy dealing with the swords handed up by the surrounding disciples, and did not answer his words.Jian Ran has been watching him closely, without moving, as if his heart is immersed in every move and every style of his.

Suddenly, Lu Xingchen felt a chill in his stomach, he quickly dodged, the Yuqing Sword brushed against his abdomen, bringing out a streak of blood in the air, Lu Xingchen scolded Sheng Cao, regardless of whether it hurt anyone or not, he kicked him repeatedly Kicked the surrounding disciples away with more than a dozen kicks, and slapped Jiran from the air, knocking him into the air, and then walked away clutching his stomach.