Zhu He

When Chang Jiaci arrived at Chenbu, he was still humming a little song, standing in front of the Cangjuan Pavilion, but saw the door closed tightly, and two light-clothed disciples guarded by the door, although he greeted him politely, he only said Several senior brothers got Elder Murong's order to discuss matters inside, and the Cangjuan Pavilion will not accept outside visitors for the time being.

Chang Jiaci didn't care too much, and after going around for a while, he finally found Yumiao who was weeding in a corner of the corridor of Chenbu Garden.

Yu Miao turned around when he heard the footsteps behind him, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately laughed like a winter jasmine.

"Jiaci, come to see me!"

Chang Jiaci was in a good mood today, facing Yu Miao with a cat face, twisted a piece of sleeve and rubbed two hands on that dirty forehead, and asked sympathetically, "Will you be demoted again? It's time for the gardener's job."

Yu Miao obediently let him rub his face more and more blurred, but his eyes were shining brightly.

"No, the flowers and plants here are not as good as our water department used to be. Now there are people in the Cangjuan Pavilion. I can't do anything, so I come here to take care of these things."

"You can't be idle," Chang Jiaci snorted, squatting aside to see him busy, and didn't intend to help him, but asked casually, "What's going on in the Cangjuan Pavilion?"

Yu Miao was still working happily by himself: "Reviewing the collection of books and weapons, there are too many collections in Chenbu, and the disciples will go to check them every seven days to see if there is any damage or loss."

Chang Jiaci curled his lips, there are indeed many objects here, some of which are not rare treasures, but they are not easy to obtain with ordinary spiritual stones and magic weapons. Thinking about it, Qinghemen is actually rich and incomparable.

Yu Miao saw Jiaci pondering, thinking that he was thinking about the magic weapon that the sect master said to give him, so he said with concern: "Jiaci, don't worry, the sect master is probably looking for it, after all it is difficult to forge a magic weapon. Not to mention material collection, casting, blade cutting, etc., it took dozens of days to give orders, ask divination, and choose a date."

Chang Jiaci, who was thinking about something, was taken aback suddenly: "What did you say?"

"I told you not to worry..."

"No, to forge a magic weapon, you still need to be ordered to ask for divination?" Chang Jiaci was puzzled.

"Yeah," Yu Miao carefully shoveled the flowers out of the soil and transplanted them into another, thicker pit, knocking, not noticing Chang Jiaci's bright eyes, and continued, "I used to I don't know, but I read a lot of books recently, hehe, I read it quietly, and I understand a lot of truths. If you want the weapon's soul to fit well with the human soul, the Ministry of Chen will give the weapon to you before forging. Approved by the disciples."

"Is everyone in Qinghemen like this?"

Seeing Yu Miao nodding his head heavily, Chang Jiaci narrowed his eyes.

"So, the Ministry of Chen has the birthday horoscopes of all the disciples? The elders also have them? Where are they?"

Yu Miao buried the little flower and patted the soil carefully: "It's in the Cangjuan Pavilion."

Looking up and seeing Jiaci smiling wantonly, Yu Miao was surprised: "Jiaci, why are you so happy today?"

Chang Jiaci smiled: "Because happy things happen one after another."

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Coming out of Chenbu, Chang Jiaci wandered back to Pianshiju, a little later than before, the sun was almost setting.

As soon as he entered the hospital, he saw a person standing on the steps of the courtyard, holding a handful of spiritual grains in his hand, slowly spreading them to the white peacocks at his feet.

When Jiaci approached, Dong Qinghe asked without looking back, "Where did you go?"

Chang Jiaci straightened his back: "I went to Yu Miao's place, I told Master before."

Dong Qinghe tilted his head, and seemed to remember: "I forgot to teach you Fuyun earlier."

Chang Jiaci smiled and walked up to his side: "It doesn't matter, I know that Master has a lot of opportunities every day, and I can ask others for advice."

Dong Qinghe raised his chin, and Chang Jiaci immediately opened his hand cleverly.The Linggu slipped from between Dong Qinghe's fingers and fell into Chang Jiaci's waiting palm.

"You are my apprentice, so naturally I will teach you, otherwise my master is negligent in his duty?" Dong Qinghe looked at him and said.

Chang Jiaci joyfully held up the Linggu with both hands, and helped feed Nangui together: "No, Master treats me like a new parent, how dare I think so."

"Really?" Dong Qinghe smiled softly, "It's just that one day you will be full-fledged and independent, just like learning from floating clouds, just to be able to fly away from Qinghe Gate and see farther mountains, rivers, lakes and seas."

Chang Jiaci felt that the master's words of emotion were deeply meaningful, so he turned his face and lowered his eyes: "No, if the master doesn't want me, then I won't be like this."

"No?" Dong Qinghe stared at the top of his head and asked amusedly.

Chang Jiaci raised his eyes to meet him, and said earnestly: "I don't want to learn to practice, and I don't want to learn floating clouds anymore. I will stay inside the door and stay with Master all the time."

He spoke slowly, but the halo in his eyes was full of solemn sincerity, as if Dong Qinghe was really the most important comfort and reliance in his life. Dong Qinghe was silent for a while, and only lifted it after a while. hand.

Chang Jiaci thought that the other party was going to rub his hair, but the master of the east gate gently pinched the little apprentice's nose, and cursed helplessly: "Little liar..."

Chang Jiaci's heart skipped a beat, but he was still debating: "I'm serious, Master..."

Dong Qinghe didn't listen any more, just grabbed Chang Jiaci's hand, gently patted the sticky Linggu off his palm, and carefully wrote a few words on his hand with his slender fingertips.

"This is Fuyun's eight-character formula, go back and study it. Dong Qinghe withdrew his hand and said.

Chang Jiaci lowered his head, and saw a few gold characters floating out of his palm, and the pen was drawn with a silver hook.Just as he was about to ask in detail, a mighty man walked in outside the door.

"Master, this subordinate has something to report." Zhe Long said in a hurry.

Dong Qinghe nodded, and told Jiaci to go back to practice the formulas, while he went to the study together with Zhelong.

"Sect master, the head of Xu Feng sect He Yong and his younger brother were murdered yesterday..." Zhe Long said as he walked.

Dong Qinghe frowned: "What's going on?"

"In the Xu Feng sect, those two people's cultivation bases were exhausted, which seems to be the work of demon cultivators."

Dong Qinghe obviously thought of Qingxi, and asked: "What do people from Xu Feng faction say?"

"They think it's...it's..."

Zhe Long hesitated, but Dong Qinghe didn't understand, and said instead: "They think Shen Yuanxiu did it."

"That's right, Shen Yuanxiu had some old grievances with Na Heyong, and the Xu Feng faction put up such a big battle over the matter of Wuwu, they were looking for witnesses, and they came to file a complaint, but they still failed to identify Shen Yuanxiu Naturally, there will be new enemies," and He Yong also used the demon-binding chain to tie Shen Yuanxiu to half of his life, and now Shen Yuanxiu leaves and goes to the Xu Feng faction to ask them to pay for their lives.

Dong Qinghe stood in front of the desk and frowned in thought, then looked out the window for a while.

"Twilight, what do you think?"

The next moment, a green light flashed by the window, and Qiu Muwang stood in front of Dong Qinghe.

His expression was still stern, and his brows and eyes did not show any warmth after he recovered from Shen Yuanxiu's serious injury.

Listening to Dong Qinghe's question at this moment, Qiu Muwang paused before saying: "It's not him."

Dong Qinghe raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that? Have you ever been to Xu Fengpai?"

Qiu Mu didn't respond, but he acquiesced, he just said: "Although He Yong and his younger brother are similar to Qing Xi's death, they are not the same."

"How to say?"

"Xu Feng sent the two of them to separate the corpses, but they didn't use a sword. They seemed to have been strangled and dragged away from the torso."

After Qiu Mu looked at the words, Zhe Long said: "Who is so cruel?!"

"More than that, the dantians of the two of them are empty, the inner alchemy was ripped open and inserted into the abdomen, and the inner alchemy was forcibly taken away, and there was...a gap between the eyebrows."

"This..." Zhe Long was a little confused, and looked at Dong Qinghe suspiciously, "I want both the inner alchemy and the soul? Could it be that it was rumored that he killed many people in the devil's way who were highly skilled?" It was that one. He exhausted the cultivator's cultivation and left three arc-shaped scars on his chest, but he couldn't catch the murderer. At that time, Murong Jiaoyang went to the Magical Artifact Conference to investigate for this, but found nothing, and instead brought him back to the net.

Dong Qinghe's eyebrows frowned even deeper, and his intuition told him that this matter had little to do with the murder case, but the method of killing Xu Feng's two men was also different from Qingxi's, if it wasn't done by the same person, then who did it ?If the same person did it, what did he intend?Is it really related to the matter of the beast? !

The more Dong Qinghe thought about it, the more his heart sank, like a huge jigsaw puzzle, one by one exposed, waiting to be pieced together...

"Zhelong, go to the Xufeng faction for me to comfort those two."

"Yes, Sect Master."

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The nine-color camellia planted by Chenbu is not an ordinary Qihuayao grass. It is colorful, has many petals, and the calyx is extremely thick. When it is in full bloom, it is fragrant and beautiful. However, it is also complicated to plant. , and in the first three days, water should be poured nine times a day, three times each in the morning, noon and evening.Only Yu Miao has such patience and is willing to spend hundreds of hours on this thing.

And now that he has planted it, he wants to plant it well, so he almost looks around for a while, and whenever he has free time, he squats in front of these branches with a small water bottle, and almost moves a bed to sleep here.

It was the same tonight, there was less water in Youshi, and Yu Miao planned to wait for Xushi to water again, but accidentally fell asleep beside the stone steps while waiting.

I slept until midnight, only to feel the red light around me dance, and bursts of acrid air passing over the tip of my nose.

Yu Miao opened his eyes in confusion, and was instantly frightened by the scene in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then cried out in fear.

"Let's go, let's go to the water... Cangjuan... Pavilion... let's go to the water!!!"

After being called out by him, several night-duty disciples in the distant room also woke up, and after a while, word of mouth spread, and the movement became louder, copying guys copying guys, firefighters fighting fires, and the outside of the Cangjuan Pavilion was busy.

And Yu Miao at the other end remembers many things in the pavilion, he cleans here every day, so he naturally knows how many treasures are inside, many of them are still Elder Murong's favorite things.

The wind was strong tonight, seeing the tongues of fire spreading in layers, Yu Miao's heart moved, and he rushed in in a daze.

I'll just grab some and get them out. I don't want to grab too much. If I can keep one, it's the same. Elder Murong will probably be less sad.

Yu Miao comforted himself like this, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and jumped into the thick black smoke.

That Qingyi Qingyue came to tell the time, Dong Qinghe already sensed something was wrong, looking from a distance, he saw the Chenbu was full of flames, he ignored the floating clouds, twisted a teleportation formula in his mouth, and brought a group of people with Pianshiju got there.

Murong Jiaoyang also came. Although his face was very ugly, he calmly directed his disciples to put out the fire.

Chang Jiaci followed behind Dong Qinghe, silently looking at the huge palace not far away filled with billowing black smoke, and after a while, rolled up his sleeves to help the people around.

Before picking up the bucket, Jiaci asked talkatively: "Where's Yu Miao?"

The passing disciples shook their heads one after another, and one of them was quite discerning and said, "He has not seen anyone since he called us to put out the fire."

With that idiot's temper, he called someone but disappeared?Jiaci doesn't believe it.

He looked at the smoldering fire in front of him, and at the bucket he was holding in his arms. The surface of the water was floating, and the face reflected by Jiaci also twisted as if struggling.

After a while, Chang Jiaci turned around and walked towards Dong Qinghe.

"Master..."

Dong Qinghe turned his head and faced Chang Jiaci with an anxious face.

"The fish is gone."

"But fetching water nearby?" Dong Qinghe asked.

Chang Jiaci shook his head: "I've looked for it, he called people to save the fire, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye from the disciples of Chenbu."

At the side, Murong Jiaoyang, who was originally full of heart and mind in the Cangjuan Pavilion, also turned his head when he heard this.

Chang Jiaci continued: "He takes care of these things every day, and seeing them being burned, he will definitely be reluctant."

"The things are mine, so what's the matter with this little slave? If he really did that, he would be extremely stupid!" Murong Jiaoyang suddenly interrupted coldly.

Chang Jiaci turned to look at him: "Yu Miao can't think too much, he just does what he thinks is the most important."

After saying that, seeing Elder Murong's beautiful eyebrows furrowed fiercely, but he didn't move, Chang Jiaci was about to pour water on his head with a wave of his hand, but was stopped by Dong Qinghe.

"I go."

Just as Dong Qinghe was about to take a step forward, Elder Murong seemed to curse something, and then he waved his sleeves, and a cloud of red glare suddenly appeared around him, covering him firmly, and he was ahead of the sect master. First step into the burnt Cangjuan Pavilion.

After a stick of incense, no one came out, and the mountains shook for a while, but half of the side hall of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was burnt down.

Chang Jiaci looked at the ruins and scorched earth with a serious expression.

At this time, Dong Qinghe on the side suddenly looked towards the sky, and murmured: "The clouds are piled up, it's time." With a wave of his long arm, the sword came out.

"Master?" Chang Jiaci didn't know why when he saw Dong Qinghe soaring into the sky.

Dong Qinghe held three talisman papers between his fingertips, and as he muttered words, the sky turned black and rolled, and then gradually rushed towards this place.

Chang Jiaci stared dumbfounded at the accumulation of more and more clouds above his head, covering the sky illuminated by fiery red. At this time, the Fuguang sword lit up, and Dong Qinghe raised his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the sky , there was a rumbling sound, and in an instant, lightning flashed and thunder broke out over Qinghe Gate.

After several thunderstorms in a row, the rain fell from the sky in a sporadic manner. The rain grew from small to heavy, and it was in a confrontation with the open fire of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion. However, after half a cup of tea, the raging fire was completely extinguished.

At the same time, following the cheers from the Chenbu disciples, a figure slowly emerged from the dilapidated pavilion.His gait was still steady, but he was wearing a pure white robe that had turned black. He carried an unconscious young man on his shoulders, and he threw it on the ground when he approached.

"I've never seen such a stupid person!" Murong Jiaoyang yelled angrily, her clear face was wiped with two lines of black ashes, and her neat hair was also scattered to the side, showing an unprecedented embarrassment.

The fish he threw on the ground was as black as coal, but luckily after he twitched, he hesitated and opened his eyes. Seeing the clear eyes, the injury should not be serious.

Facing a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him hatefully, Yu Miao shrank his shoulders, let go of the hand holding his belly, then reached in and dug in his clothes for a long time, and took out something, trembling Handed it over to Murong Jiaoyang.

When Murong Jiaoyang saw it, it turned out to be two of his own manuscripts.

"I, I was hidden in my stomach, so... I didn't get burned..." Yu Miao tried his best to grin complacently while he was weak.

Seeing this, Murong Jiaoyang became even more angry: "Idiot!"

The fire in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was extinguished, and the people were rescued. Dong Qinghe couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he saw his little disciple still staring blankly at him.

Chang Jiaci met his gaze, immediately recovered his senses, smiled dryly, couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes and said: "Master, Master...that formation just now...is too powerful."

Dong Qinghe only smiled faintly, beckoning Qingyi and the others to invite Elder Jin to treat the injured disciple, then turned to Chang Jiaci and said, "It's just a prayer array, everyone is tired tonight, go back and rest first, then I'm still busy for a few days." After that, he went with Murong Jiaoyang and the others.

Chang Jiaci looked at his tall and slender back, but clenched his fist slightly.

Just now, Chang Jiaci felt that his master prayed for rain with one hand, and he was probably the only one in the world of comprehension.Because only gods can "call the wind and call the rain", that is a truth that even ordinary people know, and after coming to the realm of cultivation, Chang Jiaci understands the difficulty. This is not the expression of Dong Qinghe's cultivation base. That would be his day of ascension... just around the corner.