Chapter 1245

Hearing the suzerain's words, Tang Feng's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Although he didn't speak, the Suzerain saw it with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Tang Feng went into the mountain, but he didn't realize at all that there was a person with such a high cultivation base.

Ji Ning looked at Tang Feng, frowned and said, "Sir, what do you mean here, there is another person who is an enemy of that Gu Master?"

Tang Feng nodded, gave a soft "um", but shook his head again, and said: "It may not necessarily be done by another person, it is not impossible for the Gu Master to kill himself."

"Gu masters can also absorb soul spells?" Zixuan seemed a little unconvinced.

After all, this is the secret method of her sect's cultivation, if it is really someone who comes out at random, they will use it, it seems that this method is too simple.

"Have you forgotten the head-down master from Siam?"

Tang Feng did not answer directly, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

Zixuan showed a look of sudden realization, and nodded repeatedly.

Of those who followed Tang Feng, only the Xue family sister and brother had not personally experienced that incident, but afterward, Xie Huhu also told them about it, and they knew about it.

They all nodded their heads slightly, thinking that the method used by the head-subduing master to refine the head-subduing master can also seal up the soul, so that people around them can't detect it.

Even Zixuan was impossible to find.

But Qinghong Sect's side is different.

This sect was originally located in the deep mountains, with very little contact with the outside world, and it was quite closed. It didn't even know much about the situation in China, let alone Siam.

When they heard this name, they all looked at each other in blank dismay, and they didn't know anything about a head-down master.

There was a low voice of discussion among those disciples, they were nothing more than discussing what the Siamese country and the head master were, whether it was a sect or a family, whether it was the right way or the evil way, and these people knew What kind of technique.

The suzerain heard it in his ears, frowned tightly, turned towards Tang Feng, and said very politely: "My fellow Taoist, you have seen this corpse before, and you have a conclusion. Can you sit in the living room? , about these things, can we have a discussion?"

"It's easy to talk about it. Do you have to give us an explanation for what you did before?"

Even though the suzerain was considered to be quite face-saving, Zixuan didn't care about him, she curled her lips with a somewhat impatient expression on her face.

Her attitude immediately angered the disciples of the Qinghong Sect.

Someone dared to speak like that to the suzerain within their sect, and it was a cultivator of a different species, and this cultivator of a different species was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Who gave her the courage?

Zixuan didn't pay attention to the anger of those disciples at all, she raised her eyebrows, and showed a very contemptuous smile at those people, which was a bit provocative on the contrary.

This time, it almost stabbed a hornet's nest. Those disciples raised their brows upside down, their eyes widened, as if they were about to come up and fight Zixuan desperately.

This situation, even in the eyes of Xue Rui, who was provocative just now, was a little frightened, so he quickly pulled Zi Xuan behind her, trying to make her calm down.

With so many high-level disciples, if anyone can't control them and use some means, they probably won't be able to last a round.

Not only him, Rong Guocheng and Xie Huhu also showed nervous expressions on their faces.

Tang Feng was still calm, he didn't care about Zixuan's provocative behavior, he just looked at the suzerain.

Seeing the excitement of the disciples, the suzerain turned his head slightly and shook his head at them, signaling them to be calm and calm.

The disciples were still dissatisfied in their hearts, they all stared at Zixuan, wishing they could rush up immediately and give her a severe lesson, but due to the obstruction of the suzerain, they had no choice but to give up and glared with their eyes.

After calming down the emotions of the disciples, the suzerain ignored Zi Xuan and turned his attention to Tang Feng.

He knew that it was useless for others to say anything at the moment. Even if Zixuan said it was rude, she couldn't make the decision. The key to this matter lay in Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded slightly.

The suzerain let out a sigh of relief, and then nodded to a younger disciple.

The disciple immediately stepped forward and said to the crowd: "Everyone, please follow me."

The disciple led the way in front, turned left and right, and after a while, he entered a rather secluded courtyard, which was very spacious.

It is not so much a yard as a garden.

The garden is built on the hillside. From the hill, a stream of water flows down, forming a Wangqing pond. In the pond, lotus leaves are stacked one after another, like huge night fans, covering almost the entire surface of the pond. Among the leaves, there are delicate and charming lotus flowers.

In this garden, there are still several strange rocks standing upright, with different shapes. Under the bright white moonlight, the shadows cast on the ground look strange. In addition, the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees sway with the evening wind, revealing some strange shapes. Very blurred feeling.

Inside the garden, there was a room with candles already lit, and the disciple also led them towards that room.

Tang Feng looked into the garden and saw that it was well arranged. He built several gazebos, one of which was the largest with several stone tables inside, which could seat more than a dozen people.

Tang Feng stopped in his tracks, pointed at the biggest gazebo, and said, "I think it's very nice here, it's ventilated and cool, and the garden is exquisite, so why don't you just talk here."

The suzerain nodded and said, "That's fine, fellow daoists."

Then, he nodded to the disciple and motioned him to go down.

At this moment, besides the young disciple who just left, there are only two disciples who are following the suzerain, both of whom are his direct disciples, and they are all at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Everyone entered the gazebo, and the guests and hosts were seated separately.

Not long after, two little boys came in from the arch of the garden, both of them were about ten years old, with two croissants knotted on their hair, wrapped with red strings, and wearing a large white burqa, with handsome looks and powder carvings. Jade cut, really cute.

In this kind of place, what everyone saw before were those cultivators. Suddenly seeing two such cute children, everyone was a little surprised for a moment, and they all looked at the two children intently.

In such a state of practice, and such a well-behaved boy, the word "golden boy and jade girl" appeared in their minds by coincidence.

But at this moment, there is no jade girl, only these two golden boys, walking together, they look like two fairy boys full of fairy spirit.