Vol 2 Chapter 257: Reverse

The picture in front of Xu Qi'an changed from blurry to clear in less than a second.
Then, he found himself at the mouth of a valley, where the valley was quiet, with withered flowers and plants, bare trees, depressed and quiet.
Xu Qi'an closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not much different from the climate in Beijing. This showed that the first generation Jianzheng did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border.
For the vast majority of high-ranking practitioners except Wufu, dozens of miles and hundreds of miles are one step away.
The white warlock raised his hand, pressing his against his thumb, and a drop of blood popped out, "Om". The drop of blood hit the invisible wall of air, and the air shook with ripples.
"This is the secret place that I spent a lot of energy to build back then. Only me or my blood can enter, even Jianzheng can't enter. Forcibly breaking in will only make this place crumble."
The white warlock carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier.
Xu Qi'an penetrated the thin, transparent air world, his eyes and foreground objects were completely changed, the valley was still a valley, but without vegetation, there was only a huge stone plate engraved with various spells.
The stone disk is ten feet in diameter, covering almost every inch of the valley. .
When he saw the stone pan, Xu Qi'an felt a familiar, dizzy feeling again, like a pregnant woman, and couldn't bear to vomit.
"I have carved this formation on and off for more than 30 years, and a total of 108 formations have been combined into one. It is unparalleled offensive and defensive. It is difficult for anyone to break this place except for the first-grade supervision."
A gentle commentary in the White Warlock language.
Why is his secret place not far from the capital...... Xu Qi'an frowned, flashing this doubt.
Xu Qi'an didn't think much, because his attention was attracted by a corpse sitting cross-legged in the formation.
The clothes on the corpse were rather weird, sewn with fabric and animal skins? Colorful stones hung on the waist? He wore a layered sweat scarf on his head.
Southern Xinjiang?
This is a typical southern Xinjiang dress style.
"He, is he the former leader of the Tiangu Department?!" Xu Qi'an moved in his heart? He expressed his guess.
"Yes? He is the old man Tiangu who steals great luck with me."
The white-clothed warlock must answer every question, light and windy? It seems that everything is under control.
"Why did he die here?"
Xu Qi'an stared at the mosaic face of the first-generation prisoner, full of doubt? As if saying: Are you engaged in internal strife?
"He didn't have much longevity? He was devastated by planning a great fortune with me. He died soon after the Shanhaiguan campaign ended."
The first generation Jianzheng said with emotion: "Stealing the national fortune? Is it going to be backlashed? Including extracting your luck now, I will also be backlashed. This is a price that must be borne."
Lina said that the purpose of the old man Tiangu seeking great luck is to repair the sculpture of the Confucian sage and re-seal the witch god...Xu Qi'an said in deep thought:
"Will he be willing to make you a wedding dress?"
A strong man who can plan great luck? It is impossible not to know his lifespan and physical condition, how could he do this kind of wedding dress for others.
The white warlock stood side by side with Xu Qi'an? Looking at the mummy in the center of the formation, he said:
"Does this gift need to pay a price? The price is the Seal Gu God. This is the cause and effect between me and him? You don't care."
Xu Qi'an was silent for a while? He whispered: "Do I have to die?"
The white warlock was silent.
Xu Qi'an turned his head? Looking at him sincerely: "I don't care about this luck, this is your thing, and I can return it to you."
The white warlock slowly said:
"When you enter the second rank and become a martial artist, you will be able to withstand the consequences of taking away your luck. But I can't wait that long.
"Wei Yuan is dead, Jeanne is dead, and the dragon veins are dissipated. These are the general trends. Qi practitioners need to follow the trend. If you don't seize this opportunity, you will be promoted to the second rank, the time will pass.
"If you want to make a big thing, you must seize the opportunity, you should understand."
After a pause, he sighed: "Also, when you become a martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again."
A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qi'an's eyes. He immediately calmed down and asked:
"How did you hide the truth and put your luck on me?"
This problem has troubled him for a long time. It is necessary to know that Jian is a first-class warlock, and no one understands air luck better than him. How did the first generation be silent and let Qi luck sleep on him for 20 years.
The white warlock looked at the dry corpse and said lightly: "This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man of Tiangu. It was the same method at the beginning, and successfully stole the luck without the supervision."
What way....... Xu Qi'an waited for a moment, but didn't wait for the explanation from the White Warlock.
"Untie the bell, you must tie the bell, draw your luck, you need his help, and this big formation."
The white warlock carried Xu Qi'an, seemingly understatement but hidden mystery, and placed him somewhere, just facing the mummy.
He draws his luck and needs the help of this formation. He started planning thirty years ago..........Xu Qi'an said in his heart that the old silver coin is doing things for thousands of miles.
He did not resist, nor was he able to resist. After standing up obediently, he asked:
"I really want to know if I can erase my name by shielding Tianji."
The white warlock paused for a moment and said, "Why do you ask?"
Xu Qi'an smiled without expression:
"Personal curiosity. To what extent can you block a person? Erase him completely from the world? If you block a well-known person, how will the world respond? For example, the emperor, such as me.
"Does the world completely forget, or is the memory confused? If a person who has been shielded from the secret of heaven reappears in the sight of everyone, what will happen?
"What is the difference between the close relatives of the blocked person and others?"
The white warlock looked at him and did not speak for a long time.
Xu Qi'an stared at him calmly, "If you write things down on paper in advance, what if your loved ones see content that doesn't match the memory?"
..........
On the official road in the suburbs of Beijing.
Xu Pingzhi rode his horse to the direction of Yunlu Academy, and the great scholar Zhang Shen took a three-foot-long step, leisurely running alongside the horse.
In front of the fresh air, a figure appeared, wearing a Confucian crown, wearing an old Confucian shirt, free and easy.
"The Dean?"
Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said in a rather unexpected tone, "Why are you here?"
Dean Zhao Shou ignored him and took out three pieces of paper from his arms. He unfolded one of them, which read:
"If you forget to save (blank) tomorrow, please give the second note to Xu Pingzhi."
There is a gap in the middle, who can I save? The paper is not written, or, it has been written, but it is erased.
"What does it mean?"
Zhang Shen looked at the contents of the note and saw Zhao Shou's face more serious than ever, which made him realize that the Dean seemed to be having trouble.
Sitting on horseback, Xu Pingzhi frowned. He also saw the note displayed by Zhao Shou. Although Xu Ershu had never read a book, he was in a public office. After eating royal meals for so many years, he always touched books and words. , It is impossible to be illiterate at all.
He knows most of the characters on the note, only two or three characters are unknown.
"I just went through a big battle, but I can't remember who I played against, let alone the reason for the fight. Until I found these three pieces of paper on me."
As Zhao Shou said, he unfolded the second piece of paper, on which it was written in cinnabar:
"Second Uncle, save me!!"
The scarlet and eye-catching four words reflected in Xu Pingzhi's pupils, causing his pupils to suddenly shrink as if they had encountered strong light.
Slightly twitched his cheek muscles, causing big beads of sweat on his forehead.
Xu Pingzhi hugged his head and roared in pain, with blue veins bulging on his forehead. He fell from the horse back, hugged his head in his hands, rolled around the floor painfully, and roared constantly.
Zhao Shou Shen said: "Everything will pass!"
Say what you say.
The headache of Xu Ershu really got better. He was gasping for breath, his face no longer sordid from pain, his whole body was sweaty, as if he had just been caught out of the water.
Xu Pingzhi slowly got up, his lips trembled, and his rough face was full of tears.
"It seems that you are thinking of something."
Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and then he unfolded the third note, which read: "Go to Dogon Mountain in Jianzhou and find the ancestor of the Wulin League. You will know when you go."
.........
Dogong Mountain, inside Shimen.
The squirming pieces of meat wandered around a piece of paper with a line written on it:
"It's very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and save people with him.
"It's very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and save people with him.
"Waiting for the dean of Yunlu Academy, Zhao Shou, to come and save people with him. This is very important!
"The important thing is said three times."
In the dim grotto, an old voice echoed:
"Why is there a note here? I seem to have forgotten something. I have been shut out for many years, so how can I easily get out. This will consume the little life I have left.
"and many more........."
One of the pieces of meat squirmed and rolled out a letter in the corner, which read:
"Senior, in the near future, the younger generation will suffer a catastrophe. I hope you can help. The reward is that I promise to give you a piece of nine-colored lotus root within half a year to help you step into the second-grade harmony."
In the grotto, the old voice echoed again: "Whose letter, whose letter?"
The voice was a little excited.
"I don't remember, but this letter can be collected by me, which is enough to explain the problem. I seem to have forgotten something. By the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou..."
The old voice muttered to himself.
..........
The white warlock smiled and said:
"It's very interesting. You can think about these questions, which surprised me a bit. But it is not important. It only takes half a quarter of an hour to extract the air luck in your body. Even at this moment, the supervisor is repelling Salun Agu and came here, he I couldn't disperse the formation that I had spent more than 30 years to describe in half an hour.
"Furthermore, there are the methods of the old man Tiangu's staying here, with unknown characteristics."
Unknown characteristics........ This is the reason why Qi Luck is hidden in my body for 20 years without being discovered? Xu Qi'an suddenly sighed and said:
"It really doesn't leak."
The sorcerer in white did not speak any more, and lightly stepped on his foot. A clear light lit up from the soles of his feet, instantly "igniting" the entire large array, and the clear light spread like water waves, lighting the spell.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a huge sense of crisis, and every nerve was sending "dangerous" signals.
This is the early warning of the crisis by the martial artist of the refining gods.
But there is no corresponding picture in my mind. This crisis is mysterious and mysterious, and it seems impossible to capture the image.
In the dark, he felt something in his body moving away, floating up a little bit to come out of his head.
The formation is drawing away from my luck.........Xu Qi'an blessed to produce enlightenment like a soul.
At this time, the withdrawal of Qi Luck stopped, and it seemed that he had encountered an insurmountable level.
At this moment, at the center of the formation, the mummy slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes had only whites, no eyeballs, and there seemed to be a terrible vortex.
Click!
Xu Qi'an seemed to hear the sound of the yoke breaking, and a certain yoke that had locked his luck on his body broke, and nothing could stop the peeling of the luck.
Seeing this, the white warlock finally smiled.
Twenty years of planning, and the present is finally fulfilled, and you are done.
But the next moment, his smiling face froze.
That huge and boundless aura that ordinary people couldn't see suddenly solidified when it was about to leave Xu Qi'an, then slowly sank, and fell back into his body.
"There are other things in you, which are not Dafeng's luck!"
The white warlock said, his tone could not be heard of joy or anger, but it became low.
"It looks like I am betting right."
Xu Qi'an was sweating coldly, with a feeling of exhaustion of both physical strength and mental overdraft. He obviously didn't have any physical exertion, but he gasped, gasping and laughing:
"I have determined two things now. First, the Qi Luck you hide in my body has been refined by the means of a Qi Practitioner. And the other Qi Luck in my body, you have not refined it. Doesn't belong to you.
"Second, you are not the same as Jianzheng. Jianzheng's strategy is exhaustive, based on his "mandate" personality. You, who are only a second-grade trainer, are still in the realm of human beings. You are not everything. You know, for example, you don’t know that I have had an adventure and got a piece of luck. It seems that the two pieces of luck seem to merge, so you can’t get the piece of luck that belongs to you.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha..."
His smile gradually became exaggerated, with the carefreeness of the rest of his life, and the fear of walking through the ghost gate!
The white warlock did not refute, as if tacitly, smiled and said:
"It's just spending more time. It's not difficult for a gas trainer to refine an extra piece of air luck. On the contrary, I want to thank you for your gift and let me get a good luck."
"hahahahahahahaha........."
Xu Qi'an is still laughing there~EbookFREE.me~ laughing like a crazy.
Smiling and laughing, tears came out.
The sorcerer in white frowned, with a rare unhappy tone: "What are you laughing at?"
Xu Qi'an wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the warlock in white, somewhat sad and bitter, squeezing a paragraph from his teeth:
"Should I call you a disciple of Jianzheng, or Xu Jiawen Quxing, Master Xu. Or, call you Dad?"
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PS: The next chapter is about the operation of Xu Bai's prostitution show. I have to be a little patient with my book. After solving the case and writing habits, the writing technique is a bit difficult to change. Solving the case is to give the result first, and then find the clue. So many of the contents in the book are written directly first, and then throw out the foreshadowing that has been buried a long time ago.
Because the foreshadowing is rather obscure, many readers can't remember it, so it feels unreasonable. This situation also happened when Joan of Arc "rebelled", and some readers complained. Later, I was deeply convinced by my foreshadowing...
The shortcomings of shielding the secret will be written in the next chapter, don't worry.