take care of yourself

The book record office has existed since the establishment of Buzhi City, but Chu Hang took away part of the records when he was the city lord, which is not complete.

Ying Yao followed the picture and engraved the relevant records of the few things he wanted to know into the jade slips given to him by Huanxi Foxiu, found a seat by the window and sat down cross-legged, and began to read these past events.

The first thing he found was a record of going to sea. It said that Chu Hang went to sea by boat in order to find the source of the ruthless Daojin Dharma. He got a book of exercises, a key, and brought back five unicorn deer. There is also a sea chart put together in this record. It can be seen that the route of Chuhang goes all the way to the south, and at the bottom of the sea chart there is a line of small characters: the sea has an end, and it meets the sky, which seems to be the legendary pillar of Chengtian.

The key should be the key to the cave leading to Feisheng Road. I don't know what the exercises are, but there is a comment from Prime Minister Chu: "Since then, the ruthless way has prevailed far more than before."

Ying Yao frowned and read that sentence several times, then put it down silently, and then re-enacted the record that wrote Qilinlu.

However, he searched from the beginning to the end, and did not see where the Qilin deer came from, and why it was brought back by Chu Hang. There was only one or two sentences in the communication talisman of Chu Hang and Chu Xiang: "There is an image of a Qilin, but there is no ability of a Qilin. I don't know." This thing is not a unicorn, or the monks in ancient times spread rumors, or there have been traces of my generation here, this thing is a unicorn, but it has lost its ears. From this point of view, the practice of the ruthless way is new or ancient, not yet We can see."

Ying Yao guessed that Chu Hang brought Qilin Deer back to verify his conjecture, but he couldn't find any other evidence, so he had no choice but to give up and began to search for news related to Changjing's parents.

He felt that Changjing's parents had known each other before the implementation of the agreement between the Law Enforcement Pavilion and the various sects and sects, so he picked Chuhang when he was still the lord of the city of Buzhi City, and he found a piece of Jianzong in the world and sent it to the lord of the city. The invitation from the government is the grand ceremony for the Taoist companion of the Chief of the Sword Pavilion named Feng Jian and the Qilin Deer Demon.

Ying Yao went to look at the invitation again. About the time he joined the Sword Sect, he was still a wealthy sect, and the invitations could also make tricks. As soon as Ying Yao touched the invitation, a man in a sword robe jumped out and bowed his hands to him. Start reading the contents of the invitation.

Projecting the sword at his waist, with a silver token hanging from the hilt, Ying Yao realized that this was Feng Jian himself, and hurriedly scrutinized his face carefully, preparing to draw it for Chang Jing.

He didn't find any news about the Qilin Deer Demon, so he had to erase the news he had read in the jade slip and replace it with a new one, and began to read the period in the population about the forced execution of the agreement. The records of this period are not too many. But it was enough to verify his guess, and Ying Yao found that his guess was right, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall in a relaxed manner.

Ying Yao rested for a while, wiped off the content on the jade slip and handed it back to Huanxi Foxiu, thanked him, sent him back to the city lord's mansion first, then turned around and returned to the cave mansion, found the jade slip and sat in the yard thinking about it. Zheng Chuan of the "milk boy" sword told him what he saw.

"This time the junior apprentice seems to be a bit older," Zheng Chuan murmured to Ying Yao after hearing this, "Feng Geshou was at least 500 years ago, isn't his son my uncle's great-great-grandfather... Eh, that's not right, Chang Jing said that his father disappeared a hundred years ago, why has he never heard of the news of being the head of the pavilion?"

Ying Yao then told him about the agreement between Law Enforcing Pavilion and various sects. Zheng Chuan frowned halfway through hearing it, and complained: "It's nothing more than raising unwisdom monsters for food, and saying that monster cultivators are not My race is also reluctant, what is it to eat a demon cultivator as a monster? It is not as good as a beast."

Ying Yao sighed: "It's a pity that Jianzong has been far away from the Central Plains for many years. I heard these things from other people, and I don't know how true they are. The whereabouts will be fine.”

"I can try it with the order of the head of the sect," Zheng Chuan said suddenly. "At that time, it was said that he was kicked out of the gate, but the imprint of the sword sect in the world may not be removed. But if he really summoned the disciples who were separated from the sect , I don’t necessarily have to be the master of the sword sect, I don’t care, are you willing?”

Ying Yao reacted for a while before he realized that Zheng Chuanchuan was the head of the sect. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "The disciples are also happy to be at leisure."

Zheng Chuan said again: "What about Mount Hua?"

Ying Yao looked at him and nodded, got up and went to the ancestral hall with his master. Zheng Chuan went in alone with the order of the master, and he stood guard outside with the sword of salvation.

About half an hour later, Ying Yao heard a familiar sword cry from the bottom of his heart, and then Zheng Chuan's voice came from afar. It seemed to be far away, and it sounded floating: "The 32nd generation head of the sword sect who entered the world called the disciples to return to the sect. Sect... call the disciples to return to the sect... to return to the sect."

Zheng Chuan's voice was repeated three times before it gradually disappeared with an echo. Ying Yao knew that it was the effect of the master's order. The summoning talisman told them to continue their experience and not to come back.

After a while, Zheng Chuan walked out with the order of the head of the sect, and Ying Yao stepped forward to support him, and asked anxiously: "Master, can you bear it? Can they find the sect without telling the location?"

Zheng Chuan looked at the luminous head order sticking to his palm, and slapped his forehead annoyedly: "I forgot to ask you to arrange the junior disciple first before setting up the spirit gathering formation."

Ying Yao helped Zheng Chuan to look at the junior brother who was soundly asleep and showed four hooves, then went back to his own yard, skillfully set up a gathering formation around him, and took out two yuan from the mustard ring. The high-quality spirit stones were placed on the spirit-gathering array, and then he dug out the rules of the sword sect that he hadn't seen for a long time, and sat down while reading a book while guarding him.

When the head of the sword sect who joined the world at the time drove the disciples of the main sect out of the gate wall, he did not remove the marks on them. Ying Yao only stayed there for half a night before he felt several swords that seemed to be familiar but had never met before. Restraining his breath, he followed the guidance of the head order.

Ying Yao stood up and said to Zheng Chuan: "Disciple, go and meet me."

He didn't take a few steps before he saw someone coming. The leader had a dark sword with a silver token hanging from the hilt, and three Golden Core Sword Cultivators followed behind him. When he saw Ying Yao, he laughed and nodded and said, "I Knowing you, ever since my senior brothers left Buzhi City and scattered in all directions, among the newly recruited disciples, you are the only one who is half-step to transform into a god, and your talent is rare, your talent is rare."

Ying Yao bowed his hands and saluted him: "Secret Pavilion Head," he straightened up and paused for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, and said in a low voice, "The son of the Pavilion Chief is named Changjing? Master just accepted him as a only."

Feng Jian was stunned for a while, probably feeling the aura of Changjing, more joy appeared on his face, he didn't care about the messed up seniority, he patted Yaoyao on the shoulder, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"

He threw the three golden core sword cultivators out of the courtyard and went in alone to meet the head. Ying Yao stood at the door, watching the two people talking in the courtyard, and at the same time greeted the three golden core sword cultivators. There was no conversation yet. After that, a new sword intent roared in.

The one who came back was a square-faced sword cultivator with a stern face. He didn't bring any disciples with him. Ying Yao couldn't recognize who he was, nor his cultivation level. However, when the visitor saw him, he also had a kind face. He insisted on stuffing a sword manual into his arms, walked in and saluted Zheng Chuan, and then greeted Feng Jian with a big smile.

In the next three days, 11 people came one after another. Except for Feng Jian, who arrived first, there was only a silver-haired female swordsman with her disciples. Ying Yao stood outside the yard to welcome the guests as usual, and was photographed one by one by these elders. After he slapped his shoulders, he finally couldn't help but grabbed someone with a blank expression and asked, "Why do you all know me?"

Huashen Jianxiu, who was caught by him, patiently took out a book from the mustard ring and shook the cover at him: "This book is written by Yuanying Jianxiu, who is like an old woman who has entered the world."

Ying Yao took a closer look and saw "A Collection of Thousand Miles" written on the cover, followed by a line of small characters: "The sequel of the housekeeper, and "The Love in the River Lane" is another masterpiece of imitating love and love, which is highly recommended by Xian Shuxing.

Jiu Sujian followed him to read the words on the cover, and laughed so hard that Ying Yao fell off his belt. Ying Yao's face was dull, and his ears turned red after a while.