Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Seeing several people approaching, one of them stopped him.

"Who is here, and what is it?"

Xiao Tingxun took out a letter from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the man: "Changqing sent Lord Yuqing and Lord Fuhu to pay a visit."

The man opened the letter and looked at it for a while, then raised his hand and untied the barrier: "Please, everyone, I will inform the sect master right away."

After the gatekeeper finished speaking, he whistled. It was a strange bird song, which was different from what Nanheng and the others heard that day in the forest of Trial Peak.

After that, he took a few people to the depths of the canyon.

The main hall of the Soul Sacrifice Gate is located deep in the camphor forest. The hall is towering and majestic, covering the sky and the sun. There are thousands of steps paved with golden glazed bricks.

The four of Nan Heng stepped up the steps under the leadership of the gatekeeper disciples, and saw a little old man who was not more than 1.5 meters tall standing there, wearing the same dark black swastika pattern robe, smiling.

"Elder Fuhu, Elder Yuqing! Hahahaha, I haven't seen you for so many years!"

"Master Pan!" Bai Chengyan also beamed, and ran a few steps to meet him. He patted the little old man's shoulder with his big hand, and then stretched out his hand to gesture on top of his head, "Why do you seem to be twitching again? chest."

Pan Fengchang's skinny body was shaken by the photo, and he staggered back two steps before standing still: "Oh, it's too bad, it's too bad, I'm getting old after all, and my bones can't bear tormenting. Immortal Yuqing, come and save the old man !"

Xiao Tingxun stepped up the steps, only raised his eyes to look at him, and then looked away.

Nan Heng and Bo Yan followed behind him, and when they saw Pan Fengchang, they all saluted in a proper manner.

"Hey, what a boy, he has a strong body and good physical strength." Pan Fengchang put his arms around his chest and smiled, "Whose apprentices are you all?"

Nan Heng: "Master Yu Qingjun."

Bo Yan: "Family teacher, Mr. Fu Hu."

"That's good, that guy Bi Zhongling brought over with a strong physique. Hey, those few who came back up, Fufeng Ruoliu are like bean sprouts, they will fall if you touch them."

Pan Fengchang smacked his lips and stretched out his hand from his sleeve: "Come on, let's go in and chat, what are you doing standing here blowing wind."

Nan Heng watched his short legs enter the hall first, and poked Bo Yan next to him: "Senior brother Bo, who did the head of Shang bring here last time?"

Bo Yan rolled his eyes: "The last time, it should have been more than ten years ago, and the seven elders should still be there."

When he mentioned the seven elders, Nan Heng thought of Murong Qing, so he asked, "What about Murong Qing?"

"You mean the Sixth Elder?" Bo Yan glanced at the back of Xiao Tingxun who had already entered the hall, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "The Sixth Elder is the master of Elder Yuqing. Died in battle."

"Back then, there were seven elders in the Changqing Sect, and five of them died in the battle. That's why our Changqing Sect is dying like this now."

"So, only the First Elder and Second Elder survived?" Nan Heng asked.

Bo Yan nodded: "Yes, because the Sixth Elder had an account, so after he left, it was Elder Yuqing who became the third elder, and the rest of the elders were vacant. I felt that I was of a different generation from the other two elders, so I insisted that we all call him Elder Yuqing, and gradually everyone seldom called him the third elder."

Nan Heng understood that Xiao Tingxun seemed very alienated in front of Shang Min and the two elders. When others called Shang Min the master brother, he respectfully called the master; Like these disciples, they respectfully call them the First Elder and the Second Elder, rather than calling them by their nicknames.

"Junior Brother Nan, it's been so many years. In fact, Elder Yuqing's life these years is as deserted as he is."

Bo Yan sighed, and patted Nan Heng on the shoulder: "I heard from Master that Elder Yuqing was not like this before. He was gentle and gentle, and always had a smile on his face. But since the death of Elder Six, he seems to have changed It's a person, cold, and rejects people thousands of miles away."

"You should be more considerate of him. I think you and Elder Yuqing didn't talk very much during our trip. Could it be that there is still a cold war over the mirror demon?"

Bo Yan is really considerate and careful, even he can see that there is something wrong between him and Xiao Tingxun.

However, it's not because of the mirror demon, but because he doesn't know how to face Xiao Tingxun now.

After all, it was hard to talk about bathing in the Lingquan. Now when he saw Xiao Tingxun's face, he remembered what happened that night. The most frightening thing was that Xiao Tingxun seemed to be still awake, touching his dirty mind. Clearly.

"Two little bastards! Come in! Are you guarding the gate with that stick?" In the hall, came the roar of the great elder Bai Chengyan, "This is the gate of soul sacrifice, and there are many black ghosts guarding the gate, you two are needed alive?"

Nan Heng: ...

"Come on, master!" Bo Yan was used to it, scratched his head, trotted into the hall with Nan Heng, and said in a low voice, "My master is like this. I don't dare to speak like this in the Changqing sect, and I'm tense when I go outside." Can't stop."

"Well, I see."

Nan Heng followed Bo Yan into the main hall, and saw a circle of people sitting in the hall.

The little old man Pan Fengchang sat in the main seat, Xiao Tingxun and Bai Chengyan sat in the upper seats on his right, and five people sat in a row on the left. Judging by their style and clothes, they should be elders of the Soul Sacrifice Sect.

"You two sit next to your master." Pan Fengchang said, "Yuqing, Fuhu, where are we talking? Continue."

Nan Heng and Bo Yan sat down next to Xiao Tingxun and Bai Chengyan respectively, listening to their conversation silently.

"My Soul Sacrifice access control technique has always been expressly prohibited. Even the banned books in the Zangshu Pavilion were burned. How could it be spread outside." Pan Fengchang stroked his long white beard, and opened his eyes He narrowed his eyes, "I know that something happened to the two disciples of the sect, and I feel anxious, but I, Pan Fengchang, dare to assure again that it is definitely not my disciples who tricked the disciples of the Changqing sect into practicing forbidden techniques."

"Master Pan, are you going to go back on your word?" Bai Chengyan slapped his thigh and said, "Just now you were laughing, you said you cooperated with all your strength, you can do whatever you want, but now you don't admit it, do you want it or not? "

"It's not that I don't admit it, it's really impossible!" Pan Fengchang looked embarrassed, and said earnestly, "I'm already over a hundred years old, why should I lie to you juniors?"

"We naturally believe in Master Pan." Xiao Tingxun said suddenly.

Everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and then he said again, "However, Sect Master Pan himself should produce some convincing evidence. Why don't you trouble Sect Master Pan and ask for a friend who has formed a pact with several elders?" Syria."

"What?" Pan Fengchang's face suddenly changed, "Yuqing, are you going too far?! Friends of the Soul Sacrifice Sect can't be invited out on any occasion. Do you think this is a monkey walk?!"

"I don't mean any disrespect."

"Then what do you mean?!" Pan Fengchang's round face flushed red, he should be angry, "Why is this old friend of Shang Min's for more than ten years, for his sake, he is polite to you, As soon as you come up, you have to invite Qiyou, what are your intentions!"

After Wu Yan's incident, he rushed over as soon as he woke up. If he wanted to find out the whereabouts of Murong Qing's soul and ask the second half of the sentence, he had to ask the elders of the Soul Sacrifice Sect to ask for a contract.

"Master Pan, calm down," Xiao Tingxun looked over Gujing's unwavering eyes, his voice was still flat and unwavering, "I just came to investigate this matter thoroughly under the order of the head. After all, the lives of disciples of the sect are involved. The question is, the Changqing Sect will certainly not let Sect Master Pan and the elders suffer this in vain."

"What do you mean? What do you mean?!" Pan Fengchang almost jumped, and the little old man who was less than 1.6 meters jumped up angrily in the wide seat, "Do you think our Soul Sacrifice Gate is short of money or people? If you are messing around like this, I will ask someone to throw you out!"

Seeing him jumping up and down and yelling at Xiao Tingxun, Nan Heng was really depressed.

Looking up, I saw the one among the five elders on the opposite side, who seemed to be particularly different.

Because of that person, with silver hair shawl, narrow eyes, and a translucent phantom floating on his shoulders from beginning to end.

That phantom had a high bun and was wearing a blue-black soft armor. He looked majestic. He was sitting on the silver-haired man's shoulders. The two heads were together, and they were talking in a low voice.

"Master Pan," Nan Heng retracted his gaze, stepped forward and bowed, "Master, please calm down. There is a disciple in the sect who secretly learns the forbidden techniques of your sect and died tragically. It should be his own fault. The soul is controlled by members of your sect, the head of the sect is afraid that things will become serious, so he sent the family teacher and the great elder to inquire, and please understand the head."

"What's the matter? Do you have any evidence?" Pan Fengchang huddled in the seat and raised one foot, "You are a junior, it's not your turn to speak!"

"I don't have any qualifications, but look at the sect master." Nan Heng said, pointing at the silver-haired man over there, "You said that Qiyou can't just invite you casually, but I saw that senior was with him." Qiyou is very relaxed and tacit."

Pan Fengchang looked in the direction of his fingers, and his face suddenly sank: "Ji Chen is an exception."

"Even so, it proves that requesting a deed is not as difficult as you said." Nan Heng said, "What's more, if you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't do it, you can't do it. You are yelling at my master like this. Disrespectful."

He originally wanted to say that he was disrespectful, but he was afraid of blowing up the old man again, so he changed to a relatively euphemistic way of saying it.

Pan Fengchang squinted his eyes and looked at Nan Heng. Nan Heng stood where he was, looking at him neither humble nor overbearing.

"Oh, you dare to speak." Pan Fengchang flicked his wide sleeves, calming down in an instant, "I was agitated just now, but as Elder Yuqing said just now, if I ask them to sign the deed, If there is nothing you want to check, what are you going to do?"

"The request for a deed consumes a lot of spiritual power. Before coming here, the head of the sect has explained it. After finding out, if it has nothing to do with the Soul Sacrifice Sect, I will send 500 million spirit stones as compensation." Xiao Tingxun's cold voice sounded. .

When Bai Chengyan heard it, he was taken aback. He leaned over and pulled Xiao Tingxun's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Yuqing, did you make a mistake? It seems that the brother in charge didn't give us the spirit stone?"