So What If You've Been Reborn?

There are many courtyards in the suburbs of Beijing, and the appearance of this mansion is not unusual.

The courtyard wall is ten feet high, plum trees with sticking out branches, and cranes with fluttering wings are painted on the tall screen wall.

Behind the screen wall, there is no verandah, but a rockery with many mountains, covered with moss and flowers, ordinary people can't go around in half an hour.This is the only formation in the mansion, and it is used to thwart those who want to trespass through the main entrance.

As for the thieves or killers who foolishly climbed over the wall, they would not see the dead without seeing the dead.

There is a mansion living here, even the old man who burns fire and chops wood in the kitchen, and the cripple who feeds the fodder in the stable is no exception.

In a row of cages hanging under the corridor, there are all kinds of brightly colored birds squatting. They rest with their wings drooped, and occasionally look fierce when they raise their heads. They are obviously monster birds with cultivation.

The cold wind was blowing, and the snowflakes filled the sky like catkins.

A big bird with white claws and blue feathers suddenly opened its eyes, and looked suspiciously at the right side of the corridor—as if a shadow had flashed by.

It tried to distinguish carefully, but there was no trace.

Falcon Haidongqing, Jindan stage can directly meet the eyesight of the cultivator of the transformation stage, it is very sure that it was not an illusion just now, and someone really broke into the mansion.Such a bold person has not been seen in hundreds of years, and he may be the opponent of Venerable Huanjian.

Hai Dongqing folded her wings, buried her head and pretended to be asleep.

It is a demon cultivator, and it is also a gift from Master Huanjian from the Demon Dao. It is kept in the mansion for the master to amuse. !

Demon cultivators are bloodthirsty by nature, even if they have the ability to fast, not eating flesh and blood is simply abuse!

Let's fight, let's make trouble, it's better to turn the mansion upside down-- Hai Dongqing is looking forward to it secretly.

It was snowing in the quiet night.

Shi Feng walked through half of the mansion unharmed and came to the backyard where Venerable Huanjian lived alone. Not to mention leaving a breath in the place he passed by, even the air flow was not disturbed at all, so the demon cultivators in the house didn't notice it.

Investigating the mansion of a cultivator has always been the most troublesome. You can neither follow the maid who delivers food (you don’t need to eat), nor can you knock someone unconscious to ask where the treasure house is (only Venerable Huanjian knows), as for cleaning in the backyard and waiting for orders. Shi Feng guessed that it was a puppet without even looking.

The puppets are driven by the spiritual power instilled by their masters. Although their strength is not worth mentioning, if they are discovered, it means that the master here also knows about it.

A thin layer of ice is frozen on the surface of the lake, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

In the heavy pavilion by the lake, a bright light suddenly shines out, spreading on the lake, reflecting the crystal ice, overflowing with light, as if a lantern is coming out to welcome it.

Shi Feng was not surprised.

Knowing that Venerable Huanjian didn't go out, he was ready to grab it directly.

——If Venerable Huanjian can't even find out that his own home has been broken into, the number one master of the magic way is just a vain name.

The red clothes flitted out from the plum grove, and in a moment of light and shadow, they were already standing in front of the waterside pavilion.

The cyan curtain dragging to the ground hangs still, and what dazzles the lake is a golden stove studded with dragon beads.

Legend has it that in ancient times, flood dragons were infested.After a thousand years of life, if you crack your muscles and bones, you can get twelve pearls, which are as bright as stars.

This one thing alone is enough to make most people in the cultivation world dumbfounded. They are so rich that they can't catch up with Yujian.

Shi Feng flicked his sleeves from a distance, and the hanging curtain was rolled up, revealing a strangely decorated screen in the pavilion.

The room was pitch-black, except for the candlelight behind the screen, which was made of paper and painted with a few strokes of mist from distant mountains in ink.

With a slight creak, two painted shadow puppets slowly rose out from behind the paper screen. Their hands and feet were connected to wire rods.

There was no music, just two dummies talking decently.

"Master Mo's family in the East Village found that an unexpected visitor from the Zheng family in the West Village came to visit him. Do you think Master Mo will be happy?"

"Oh, what's there to be happy about? The Zheng family looks down on the Mo family, and they have nothing to do with the Mo family. Neither of the two families is good, and neither of them is richer than the other! They came here late at night with ulterior motives!"

The shadow puppet on the left looked kindly and kindly, and raised his head in a laughing gesture: "You don't know that, the person from the Zheng family is very wary of him, and everyone in the Zheng family is very wary of him, slandering him as a member of the Mo family."

The shadow puppet on the right has a ferocious face, it raises its arms to support its head: "Is there such a thing?"

"A capable person can make money wherever he goes. The Zheng family is a rare genius."

"Master Mo wants to win him over?" The manipulated shadow puppet covered his mouth and said furtively, "As soon as Master Mo is happy, we will benefit."

In the cold night, there are waterside pavilions and pavilions, and the room is empty. It is supposed to be the place where Venerable Huanjian lives, but it is strangely performing a shadow play.

Shi Feng didn't care at all, and stood there with his hands behind his back, continuing to watch the play.

The shadow puppet manipulated by the bamboo stick slapped the "other person" on the head, and scolded: "Who said Master Mo is happy?"

"Hey, how do you say that?" The shadow puppet flattered him.

"Master Mo has wanted to go to the city for a long time, and he has wanted to go to the city all his life!"

The shadow puppet shook his sleeve angrily: "Look at what you said, who doesn't know! Who in the East Village and West Village doesn't want to go to the city, the city is fine!"

"That's right, the Mo family can't get the road to introduce the city! The person from the Zheng family who came tonight is very hopeful to get the road guide, but what happened! He ran into the Black Abyss Valley where the rogues from our two villages live You don’t want to make progress! Tell me, is Master Mo, who can’t enter the city, very angry when he sees the Zheng family who can enter the city but can’t?”

"Not bad at all!"

Shi Feng coughed appropriately.

The sound was like the clapper's startled drum in a play, and the two shadow puppets swayed and turned around at the same time, as if they were staring at Shi Feng outside the screen.

Facing this strange scene with a terrifying aura, Shi Feng still asked calmly, "Dare to ask, have you two entered the city?"

"Now the city gates allow entry and no exit. If we have entered the city, why would we stay here?" the shadow puppet replied angrily, and the string holding its arm was stretched.

"That's right. We knew the city was good when people came out from the city. Who knows if the city is good now?" Shi Feng said casually, "Besides, if I were Master Mo, I would only be happier seeing that others couldn't enter the city. .Could it be that he will be happy if I take the guide wholeheartedly and go into the city easily?"

"..."

The two shadow puppets paused, and then raised their hands to signal, "Please come in, honored guests."

Then slide down the paper screen, leaving only flickering candlelight.

Shi Feng walked slowly. He had already seen it, and there were no organs in this pavilion.Formation talismans are good at the Beixuan School, if there is anything wrong, it can't be hidden from Shi Feng's spiritual sense.

There is only the back of the paper screen in the water pavilion, which cannot be detected by spiritual sense, so there is no doubt that it is——

Shi Feng walked around the paper screen and went down three steps, just enough for the shadow puppeteers to hide under it and not be illuminated by the lights.

An exquisite shadow puppet lay on the last step, with bamboo poles and threads neatly pulled together, and a man in a black cloak and a ghost mask sat beside him.

——This is of course Venerable Huanjian.

Although Shi Feng didn't expect that the number one master of magic would also like to play shadow puppetry.

No spells are used, not a puppet, just move the bamboo pole like a mortal, and manipulate it with your fingers.

The Mo family is the demon cultivator, and the Zheng family is of course the right way.Lu Yin, entering the city, of course refers to Ascension.The rogues of the two villages live in Heiyuan Valley, which is a perfect description.

"Beixuan Shifeng, come to visit your lord, this time I have a heartless request."

"If I don't give it to you, you are going to grab it." Venerable Huanjian nodded to add to Shi Feng.

The voice was slightly hoarse, completely different from the voices of the two protagonists of the previous shadow play.

Venerable Huanjian is the number one master in the way of magic, but he lives in seclusion.Just like Shi Feng's enemies are all dead, and no one alive knows the secret of Venerable Huanjian.

To be more precise, those who let Venerable Huanjian draw the sword are all dead.

——This venerable demon has no opponents and no friends.

"Shi Feng doesn't have anything, so he was willing to take out something to make up for the loss of the venerable, but after I saw the Jiaozhu Golden Stove, I immediately gave up this idea."

Venerable Huanjian is so rich all over the world, Shi Feng simply avoided the way of exchange and just grabbed it.

"It seems that you want something that I will never give you." Venerable Huanjian slowly stood up from the futon.

"His lord has a sword."

"Obviously."

"I want the bead inlaid on the body of the sword, the Nanhai Wannian mirage bead."

Venerable Huanjian was startled, obviously this request was beyond his expectations.

"Mirage bead? I thought you came to ask for Beixuan's secret treasure!"

This time it was Shi Feng's turn to shrink his pupils, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Your Excellency went to Mobei Wasteland for a few days and then returned. In the whole of March, there was no news of Beixuan Secret Treasure in the cultivation world. It seems that this secret treasure is worthless. Otherwise, if you have obtained the secret treasure, why would Liang Qianshan not publicize it?"

"Why didn't Liangqianshan get the secret treasure?" Venerable Huanjian sighed, "I have a better heart than him. I won't spread the word when I go home and make the Daxue Mountain restless. I will only find one at most. On a sunny day, let his head not be on his neck."

Shi Feng raised his eyebrows with his hands behind his back: "Is it possible for Liang Qianshan to obtain the secret treasure?"

"Haha, that's right." Venerable Huanjian sneered, "With me here, even his junior dares to think about it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shi Feng again, and couldn't help sighing again: "When I saw you, I just wanted to understand why the rumors in the cultivation world that you have become a demon are not true. old age."

Shi Feng didn't answer.

He himself is at the Mahayana stage, so of course he knows that there are great differences in the cultivation bases of the Mahayana stage practitioners.

Liang Qianshan, the master of Daxue Mountain, is only at the beginning stage of the Mahayana stage, and Shi Feng is at the middle stage.Before he came here today, he thought that Venerable Huanjian, who had lived for 800 years and was the number one master in the way of magic, was at the high level of the Mahayana stage, but his breath perception far surpassed that of the leader of the Fusion School who was also at the high stage of the Mahayana stage. Unfathomable and unfathomable, among the people Shi Feng has met so far, only the Lord of the Heiyuan Valley can compare with him.

Venerable Huanjian suddenly said: "Why do you think that the secret treasure is worthless? Maybe the news about the Beixuan secret treasure this time is also fake. Finding a fake treasure is not a matter of face, Liang Qianshan himself I won't mention it again."

"It doesn't matter whether the treasure is true or not. Even if it's a fake treasure, he can tell you to take it. As long as the people in the world believe it, that's it."

"Hahaha!"

Venerable Huanjian took out a red box and pushed it between the two, holding the box with invisible strength, floating in the air.

The box is made of wood, a very solid wood, which was used by cultivators in ancient times to build houses.

Shi Feng did not reach out to take the box in a hurry.

"Your Majesty is blinded by a single leaf, so he must have been tempted by the Beixuan Secret Treasure. If my Beixuan Sect really has this treasure, why did it gradually decline, and was even driven out of the Central Plains 3000 years ago?"

Of course the treasure once existed.

The spoils of the catastrophe battle, the inherited skills of each faction, the spiritual weapon pill...

"I'm like everyone else. I thought it might be a certain generation of Beixuan sect's headmaster who died suddenly. I didn't have time to reveal this secret. As a result, the Beixuan sect didn't know where the treasure was, and gradually declined."

Shi Feng slowly stretched out his hand to catch the box, which had no prohibition or talisman to block the poison plot, with a cold look on his face: "Then I thought, maybe I sent my ancestors, and let it go where it should go."

With a movement of a finger, the box was opened, revealing a pile of jade plaques inside, some shimmering slightly, while others were dark gray.

Picking up a piece casually, it was written in ancient characters: "My faction is adjusted to zero, entrusted to Beixuan to inherit, disciples of Canglan, don't forget this kindness. The seventh generation island owner of Canglan Island in the East China Sea is a must."

A luminous jade plaque at the bottom reads, "The sect is cut off, the heavens are in catastrophe, I am extraordinary, I can't stay in the world, entrust Beixuan to inherit, look forward to my descendants, and never forget. Kunlun sent ascendant Han Songxian."

The Beixuan faction kept their promise and spent thousands of years to find all the inheritances, leaving only the agreed jade token in the box.

This is cause and effect, and it is also a favor owed by the immortals of many sects.

This is the Beixuan Secret Treasure.

——Never forget, after 5000 years, even if you take it out, who will believe it?If there is only this thing, who will believe it?

——Don’t Don't forget this kindness. Today, the vicissitudes of life, Beixuan still has Shi Feng, Kunlun School Canglan Island and other inheritances have long been extinct.

Beixuan Secret Treasure, buried forever.

The author has something to say: The correct answer to the treasure: a box of thank you notes.