Chapter 130: The Cause of the Fog

With this thought, Zong Shou shook his head again. If there is a big formation here, then that's okay. If it is a spiritual fa, this person must be a random spiritual fa on the mouth of the Riyoujing, and it can easily take his life, so why bother?

The key is that in this vicinity, there is no trace of the regular circulation of the husband's psionic energy, so it is not a spiritual formation.

At least Zong Shou can't sense it now.

Xuanyuan Yiren also followed him to the front of the carriage, and when she looked around, she also frowned.

When she rushed over from behind, the surrounding area was already covered with thick fog, so she didn't think too much for a while. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that something was wrong. After contemplating for a while, he didn't dare to agree: "Uncle Lian, did you make a mistake? Didn't you just keep going straight ahead? How could you get lost? And I remember that it was less than two quarters before the fog started, how could it be so fast? all"

"Miss Xuanyuan, I, Lianfan, have never lied!"

Lian Fan looked solemn, and pointed to the front of his car: "Just look at these wind-riding steeds, they seem to be going straight, but in fact they are a bit off. Besides the fog, there should be another illusion to charm the mind. Just now I guess it has turned around in a circle, and I don’t know which direction the cloud-turning car is going. I also have a special bloodline of my ancestors, so I was able to detect it early!"

Xuanyuan Yiren was taken aback, and looked carefully, the situation was exactly as Lian Fan said. His expression froze immediately, and he looked around thoughtfully.

Zong Shou looked around for a while, then suddenly smiled, and sat down indifferently: "Uncle Lian can stop! From this point of view, it is likely that there is an expert performing the Great Back Fa here. The person who cast Fa is unwilling to let us go , it’s useless for this car to continue running, it’s better to take a rest and let the horse gather its strength.”

Since the day Lian Cheng sent him here to be a groom, Lian Fan's words to Zong Shou have always been respectful. And at this time, after experiencing the battle yesterday, he was even more convinced by Zong Shou, obedient to his orders, as if it were Lunyin Buddhist words.

Hearing the words at this moment, without any hesitation, Fan Hu waved his horsewhip to stop all the horses riding the wind.

Xuanyuan Yiren gave Zong Shou a dissatisfied look, as if blaming him for making his own claims, but he didn't say anything to refute it.

After waiting for a full two hours, Zong Shou fell asleep calmly. Seeing that the sky was getting late, the Nafu fog still showed no signs of dissipating. Xuanyuan Yiren gradually sees through the look of anxiety. He simply jumped up into the air, stood on the top of the carriage, raised his hand towards the surroundings and said, "I don't know which senior is doing Fa here? Xuanyuan Yiren, a descendant of the Danquan sect, is being polite here. Please send me a message, senior." How about showing kindness and letting us go?"

The voice is full of true strength, and it is transmitted ten miles away. You can faintly hear the echoes and vibrations around you.

But when the voice fell, another half an hour passed, and no one answered. Naturally, the heavy fog showed no sign of dissipating.

Zong Shou was woken up with a ghostly smile, although he didn't know the purpose of the person who created the fog.

However, it can be confirmed that this person doesn't have any shady intentions towards him. If he really wants to harm him, he can use countless means at this hour.

Xuanyuan Yiren also seemed to see it, and after pondering for a moment, he sighed helplessly: "My lord, the heavy fog here should not be targeting us. But it's not a solution to wait like this. Yundao and I went to look around If there is any danger, you can use my fire letter talisman to show your return. This talisman is specially made by my Danquan sect, even in this thick fog, you can still see it."

A piece of pale gold talisman paper flew out of Xuanyuan Yiren's hand. Seemingly thinking that Zong Shou had no way to use it, the fire letter talisman was directly photographed in front of Chuxue. Then there were golden needles and forty second-order beast crystals, arranged around the carriage.

Zong Shou glanced at it casually, and knew that it was a spiritual array to identify the direction. As for the golden needle, it is something that Xuanyuan Yiren often uses, and it is contaminated with his breath and spiritual sense. Under the spiritual array, even if it is tens of miles away, it can be recognized by induction. The whole spirit array is extremely simple, but clever in mind.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zong Shou didn't care. Seeing Xuanyuan Yiren and Li Yunning leave, she got up with a smile and stretched her waist: "I'm almost full of sleep now! Xue'er, why don't we go out for a walk?"

Chuxue let out a cry, and looked at the direction Xuanyuan Yiren was leaving: "But young master, Miss Yiren told us to wait here for her, didn't you?"

"You are my Zongshou's girl, do you listen to me or her?"

Zong Shou grinned, jumped out of the carriage, urged the Lei Zou spirit bone, and walked forward like a wooden puppet. His sword eyebrows were raised coldly, and he pressed the Thunder Tooth Sword with his hand, with a dark expression of hostility, a half-smile: "Since that person has already laid out such a big battle for your young master. I, the rightful master, can't come. Maybe there will be a break?"

Chuxue seemed to understand, but she didn't hesitate too much, she also jumped out of the carriage, and followed Zong Shou with a confused look on her face. Lian Fan also knew how to leave all the wind-riding horses and cloud-turning cars here, and followed closely behind.

As for Zong Shou, he was also aimless along the way, let alone discerning, and just moved forward based on his feeling. Suddenly to the east, and then turned to the south. Seeing the two behind, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's strange to say, just as Chu Xue was secretly thinking, could it be that her young master has actually spilled water, and when it goes on like this, when will it end. A ball of light suddenly appeared in front of them, and it was suddenly reflected in the eyes of the three people.

Walking along the light, I saw that there was a bank of a small stream. On both sides of the stream, there are large green fields with swaying willows. The water in the stream sprinkled back, making the sound of ding ding dong dong, like fairy music.

Strange to say, there is thick fog around here, and it is difficult for people to see clearly. But beside the bank of this section of the stream, there is no trace of fog, and it looks like a fairyland.

And under the ordinary willows, I saw two people sitting cross-legged.

A man and a woman, the man seems to be seventy years old, wearing a linen Confucian dress, white beard and white hair, fairy-like, like a fairy, smiling.

The woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a flickering thunder mark between her eyebrows. The face is so beautiful that one can't help but look at Fanyan more. The temperament is not the peerless and vulgar one, but reveals a kind of xie charm.

Behind the old and the young, there are two other people standing, they are all his acquaintances. One is Lei Dong, and the other is Zhao Yanran.

After seeing Zong Shou, the latter immediately looked over with a strange light in his eyes. Lei Dong turned towards him, smiled embarrassedly, and winked for a while.

The interaction between the old and the young was different, and their expressions moved slightly, as if they were faintly disappointed and hopeful.

Zong Shou was startled, and then looked at the old man and the young girl in surprise. After thinking about it for a while, he vaguely guessed what was going on. He glared at Lei Dong fiercely, walked over generously, and saluted the two of them: "Zong Shou has met the two seniors! Dare to ask their names? I don't know where you are, but what did you do? Please raise your hand high, how many people will let Zongshou go?"

The girl with the mark of thunder between her eyebrows didn't speak, her blue eyes were sizing up and down on Zong Shou. Those eyes seemed to be looking at a lover, there was a smile at times, and frowns at times, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man did the same, and after a while, he smiled and said: "My name is Yan Fan, and I am Lei Dong's uncle, who is in charge of the Wujue Villa. I know that you and Lei Dong are sworn brothers. You can call me Uncle Lei in the future. Can!"

Before the words fell, the young girl snorted coldly: "Don't mess around! He and your nephew have only known each other for a day. Can such a brother count?"

That Yan Fan smiled, and nodded towards the young girl: "You recognize the two people behind. As for this one, don't look at her young age. She has a good reputation in the cloud world, and she was born in Canghui Shengdao Taiyuan Zong, known as the Taiyuan Fairy, named Shui Lingbo. Ordinary Lingwu Zun should see Pi Yi.

Su Chuxue didn't feel anything when she heard it, but Zong Shou and Lian Fan couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The latter had only vaguely heard of the names of the two sects, and Zong Shou was really shocked.

Wujue Villa, this is another great holy land sect, ranking fifth among the top ten holy lands. But Taiyuanzong is stronger, one of the three-day pillars of Canghui Shengdao. At the same time, he controls the third of the ten holy lands and the seventh of the top ten holy lands, and his strength is tyrannical, surpassing Ling Yunzong by several times.

Compared with the Hui faction of the Lingfu Sect, their strength is even worse.

But what really surprised him were the two in front of him. They are all the first batch of master figures who entered the realm of immortal martial arts after the rise of Lingchao.

In the "God Emperor" game in the previous life, these two players have long been unattainable for players.

Once a martial arts master arrives in the fairyland, his lifespan can reach as high as 3,000. In his time, many people speculated that the two men were actually still alive, but they just disappeared.

Zong Shouchang let out a sigh of relief, barely calming his heart, and with a calm expression, he bowed slightly to the two of them again.

Although the identities of these two people were astonishing, but he wanted nothing, so naturally he didn't need to flatter him.

Seeing this, Yan Fan smiled: "Looking at you, you should have heard the names of me and Fairy Taiyuan. Both of us are hermits, and our reputation is not obvious. The son of the world can know it, presumably it is a family education origin!"

With another wave of his sleeve, he tapped a chessboard between him and Shui Lingbo, and said lightly, "Don't blame me, sir! This time there is another reason for the fog, and it is not for the two of us to be in trouble. It's just that not long ago, my wife and I Fairy Yuan, discussing Ling Yunzong's Shocking Cloud God Mie sword art, there are some points where the two disagree, and they can't agree. That's why the fog was aroused."

When Chuxue heard this, she immediately looked at the chessboard. I saw that the chessboard made of sandalwood was covered with black and white two pieces. It is no different from ordinary utensils.

Unexpectedly, Jin secretly wondered, and thought to himself, what does this discussion of swordsmanship have to do with playing chess? Could this fog all over the sky be caused by this chess game? It's too incredible!

Zong Shou secretly sneered, and sure enough, the next moment, Yan Fan looked over with a smile: "I heard from Lei Dong that you once helped him comprehend the meaning of mountains and rivers?