Chapter 604: Xushan Mountain and Swamp

If the gods confirmed that the Dafang Pot was in Panlong City, then this kind of test would not be enough for it.

He Lingchuan also breathed a sigh of relief. So, with the protection of the divine bone, he would be safe?

It doesn't seem right. Panlong City eventually fell, and it was almost the same as the Yuan Kingdom.

In other words, the gods may have found the whereabouts of the Dafang Pot again.

Mitian said a key word:

Aura.

The aura of the Dafang Pot.

Under what circumstances would the aura of the Dafang Pot leak out and be sensed by the lid of the pot?

He Lingchuan remembered the great terror he felt on the white jade steps in front of the Zhaixing Tower.

Because the lid of the pot was in the Zhaixing Tower, did the divine bone necklace convey the impatience of the Dafang Pot?

These two divine objects were originally one, and of course it instinctively longed to be complete again.

No wonder, no wonder the reaction of the divine bone necklace was so violent when Zhu Erniang of the Demon Nest Swamp asked him to go to Xushan. For it, even if it eats all the treasures in the world, which one can compare with its original pot lid?

"Is the key to the mutual response of these two treasures the distance? The closer the distance, the stronger the gravity and the stronger the induction?" Zhong Shengguang was also guessing, and then shook his head to deny himself, "Obviously not, it won't be that simple."

Yes, it won't be that simple. Because the Twilight Plains and Lingxu City are thousands of miles apart, when the second scene of the illusion occurred in the ruins of Qianxing City, the gods immediately sent Bai Ziqi to investigate; the northern part of Chiyan and Lingxu City are hundreds of miles apart. Not long after the red giant shadow in the Dafang Pot swallowed the Hundred-Faced Nightmare, Bai Ziqi rushed to Baisha.

It can be seen that the gods detect the location of the Dafang Pot, not only relying on the change of distance.

"Think about it the other way around-" Zhong Shengguang pondered, "When will the God Bone Necklace not be able to cover the breath of the Dafang Pot?"

"When the Dafang Pot releases a lot of energy, or interacts strongly with the outside world."

The voice of a fourth person suddenly sounded at the scene.

General Hong came gracefully, wearing a thin leather armor and no mask.

She jumped over the wall and didn't even need the guards to open the door for her.

"At that time, the Tianluo Star will light up."

He Lingchuan's heart moved when he heard it.

Shao Jian immediately stood up and faced each other. Zhong Shengguang frowned and looked at Mitian: "You knew it a long time ago, but you didn't tell me?"

"Other gods can sense the big square pot, and I can also sense the lid in Lingxu City through the big square pot. The artifacts are originally one, so of course they can respond to each other from a distance." Mitian said lightly, "You can't use the big square pot, what's the point of knowing more?"

She thought that Zhong Shengguang didn't need to know.

"You were defeated last time because of arrogance." Zhong Shengguang raised his glass to her, "Do you want to repeat the same mistake?"

Mitian was unhappy, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

Zhong Shengguang drank slowly, not panicking.

Mitian looked at him and Shao Jian separately: "Spread the Xinglong Pillar as soon as possible, so that we can take follow-up actions."

Facing this god, Shao Jian didn't dare to be as arrogant as Zhong Shengguang, and immediately bowed and responded.

Mitian turned around and strode away.

The room fell silent for a while, and no one said anything.

Zhong Shengguang drank two more glasses of wine.

Shao Jian estimated that General Hong had gone far away and could not hear the two talking, so he leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Is Wuhan still here?"

Zhong Shengguang did not answer, but put down the wine glass and said: "You drank too much, and you have to set off tomorrow morning."

He called He Lingchuan forward: "Help him back to the courtyard to rest, and give him more sobering soup."

"Yes." He Lingchuan wanted to help Shao Jian, but the man waved his hand, "No, I'm not drunk to that extent."

He stood up and staggered out.

...

The next morning, the post station in the southern suburbs of Panlong City.

Shao Jian left the city with other caravans and did not receive any special treatment.

Many people saw him off at the long pavilion here.

Zhong Shengguang, dressed in casual clothes and a veiled hat, also came to see his old friend off.

The two patted each other on the shoulders and looked at each other in silence.

The road ahead is long and the mountains are high and the waters are long. I don't know when we can meet again.

Each has his own ideals and his own responsibilities.

Each has his own persistence and his own dangers.

Thousands of words, in the end, all turned into a word of care.

"Go back!" Shao Jian rode out ten feet and looked back. Seeing Zhong Shengguang still standing there, he couldn't help but waved and laughed, "In a few years, I will definitely come back to drink with you!"

His figure gradually went away. Zhong Shengguang watched his friend leave, as if standing like a statue.

A flute sounded from somewhere, melodious and long.

Shao Jian probably heard it too, and looked back at the low mountain next to the post station, as if raising his hand to say goodbye to someone. He Lingchuan saw the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.

Who is there?

On the way back to the city, Zhong Shengguang was silent all the way.

Entering the government office, he turned to He Lingchuan and said, "Your mission is successfully completed, go back, Pengcheng Office has its own records."

These days, He Lingchuan's mission is to protect Shao Jian's safety.

Now that the guests have left Panlong City, his mission is over.

"Yes."

Zhong Shengguang left on his own and soon disappeared into the crowd.

His back was a little bleak.

After staying by Shao Jian's side for a long time and not going home, He Lingchuan wanted to go out and call a donkey cart, but unexpectedly, someone came to post notices on the government office wall.

He Lingchuan saw that it was the Wenxian Hall that updated the lecture courses.

Open classes need to be notified to everyone seven days in advance.

He quickly browsed and found that the second class was "Flute Selection, Fingering and Music Score".

Ah, this, I didn't see it.

His gaze continued downwards and he automatically skipped several classes, but none of them interested him.

However, the guy who changed the course was careless and only tore off most of last week's notice, leaving a smaller half of the paper stuck to the wall.

He Lingchuan discovered a lecture on this torn piece of paper:

"Independence from the World - Where are the ancient monsters at home today?" 》, the speaker is Xu Shichu.

Hiss, this is not about Zhu Erniang?

Besides, the speaker’s name sounded familiar, as if I’d heard it somewhere.

He Lingchuan looked at the lecture time again——

What a coincidence, it's ongoing. Rush now, maybe it's still too late.

He immediately went out and took a donkey cart: "Go to the Xiantang Hall, quickly!"

…

The Tiankeng where Wenxian Hall is located was crowded with people today, and the number of listeners was twice as large as usual.

He Lingchuan arrived late and tried to squeeze in, but he couldn't even get a foothold, which shows how popular this class is.

He had no choice but to lean against the stone pillar.

There is still some space here, and no one wants to sit next to the stone pillars in winter, which makes them feel cold.

He Lingchuan also shuddered.

On the way, he remembered who Xu Shichu was:

Sun Fuling's mentor and the headmaster, or dean, of Shuping Academy.

The white-bearded dean in his imagination was only about forty years old, with handsome eyebrows and elegant eyes.

He Lingchuan often went to Wenxiantang to attend classes, but this was the first time he met Xu Shichu.

The dean doesn't come often, but he is very popular, as you can tell by the crowds in the sinkhole.

This class has been going on for an hour and is about to come to an end. The theoretical part has been completed and now it is time for open questions. Someone may have asked Zhu Erniang before. After all, she is a living example of the ancient demon fairy, and she is also a neighbor and trading partner of Panlong City. Well, although there have been unpleasant encounters before.

Xu Shichu's views were similar to what He Lianchen said at the time, and He Lingchuan suspected that the two people communicated frequently in private. Anyway, He Lianchen often goes to Shuqin Academy for classes, right?

The aura of heaven and earth has declined, and the once powerful demons and immortals are like beached whales. They cannot wait for the next high tide and can only die with hatred. There are very few ancient demons and immortals who survive to this day. Even if there were, it would probably be like Zhu Erniang, who adopted the method of seizing the body to extend his life, but his cultivation level could not care about it.

If the spiritual energy never recovers, time is their biggest enemy.

Seizing a body is risky, and many immortals have disappeared because of it.

Seeing that there were others eager to try, He Lingchuan interrupted the question without waiting for Xu Shichu to finish the last few words: "Then there are no immortals from ancient times who can survive to this day without shedding their shells or taking their bodies, and can still keep their own identity?"

His behavior was a bit rude, but Xu Shichu didn't care:

"To be able to survive into the present world, this kind of great demon must have unique advantages and be able to continuously obtain more spiritual energy in the current environment to maintain its own needs."

Speaking of this, Xu Shichu fell into deep thought.

It is not easy to find an example in today's environment.

He thought for a long time, and He Lingchuan simply made his intention clear: "Dean Xu, can Shanze in Xushan be counted as one?"

As soon as the word "Xushan" came out, Xu Shichu raised his head, pointed at him and said:

"Forget it, of course it does! Yes, yes, Xushan Shanze is the ancient great demon who is still alive! You gave this example well, very well!"

Everyone became interested immediately. How awesome does such a big shot have to be to survive to this day?

Xu Shichu said seriously: "This Shanze's name is Juju."

On the board next to him, he wrote the two characters "娨 Ju".

Not to mention that the soldiers and civilians in Panlong City don't understand it. He Lingchuan, who travels all over the world, doesn't know this name... Oh, wait, he seems to have heard of it somewhere before?

Juju literally means fire in the stone mountain.

"This is a powerful but extremely low-key monster. Very few people in the world have seen its true face, because it has been dormant for at least ninety-nine years and ten months in a hundred years." Xu Shichu continued to explain, "Its identity It’s also very special. It has been the guardian of the Great Reunion Sect since ancient times!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzz of discussion in the audience.

He Lingchuan also subconsciously stood up straight.

Everyone knows that the location of Bejia Lingxu City was the original territory of the Great Return Sect. Dean Xu said this to tell everyone, is the guardian spirit beast of the Great Return Sect still alive?

If it is alive, who is it guarding the mountain for now?

"Yes, that's right, it's just like you thought." Xu Shichu said, "Now Juju is the patron saint of Xu Mountain!"

Xushan...?

He Lingchuan's heart froze.

"The predecessor of Xushan Mountain was called Shoutan Mountain. No matter whether it was the Dahuanzong period or modern times, it was the mountain swamp of Shoutan Mountain." Xu Shichu said, "It was born in lava. In ancient times, it was a head that could reach a hundred feet tall. (More than three hundred meters) rock fire monster!”