Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 491: Chapter 491 Reversal



The scene 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. The valley was quiet, with withered flowers and plants, bare trees, desolate and quiet.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. The climate was not much different from that of the capital, which meant that the first generation of supervisors did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border.

For most high-quality practitioners except warriors, dozens of miles and hundreds of miles are just one step away.

The white-robed sorcerer raised his hand, pressed his middle finger against his thumb, and ejected a blood bead. "Buzz", the blood bead hit the invisible air wall, and the air vibrated and rippled.

"This is the secret place that I spent a lot of energy to build. Only I or my bloodline can enter. Even the supervisor cannot enter. Forcing in will only cause this place to collapse."

The white-robed sorcerer carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier.

Xu Qi'an penetrated the thin, transparent gas realm, and the scenery in front of him changed completely. The valley was still a valley, but there were no plants and trees. There was only a huge stone plate engraved with various spells.

The stone plate was ten feet in diameter and covered almost every inch of the valley..

As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt the familiar dizziness again, like a pregnant woman who couldn't bear the urge to vomit.

"I have carved this formation on and off for more than 30 years. A total of 108 formations have been combined into one. It is unparalleled in attack and defense. Except for the first-grade supervisor, it is difficult for anyone to break through this place."

The white-robed sorcerer explained in a gentle tone.

Why is his secret place not far from the capital... Xu Qi'an frowned and flashed this doubt.

Xu Qi'an didn't think much about it because his attention was attracted by a mummy sitting cross-legged in the formation.

The clothes on the mummy were rather strange, made of cloth and animal skins, with colorful stones hanging around his waist and a layered sweat cap on his head.

Southern Xinjiang people?

This was a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.

"He, he is the former leader of the Tian Gu tribe?!" Xu Qiyan's heart moved, and he spoke out his guess.

"Yes, he is the Tian Gu old man who stole Dafeng's fortune with me."

The white-robed sorcerer answered every question, calmly, as if everything was under control.

"Why did he die here?"

Xu Qiyan stared at the face of the first generation of supervisors who had mosaics? Full of doubts? As if to say: Are you having an internal conflict?

"He didn't have much life to begin with. He plotted with me for the destiny of Dafeng, but suffered backlash. Not long after the Battle of Shanhaiguan ended, he died."

The first generation of the Supervisor sighed, "Stealing the destiny of the country will certainly be backlashed, including extracting your destiny now. I will also suffer backlash. This is the price that must be borne."

Lina said that the purpose of the old man Tian Gu seeking the destiny of Dafeng was to repair the sculpture of the Confucian sage and reseal the witch god........Xu Qi'an pondered:

"Will he be willing to make wedding clothes for you?"

A strong man who can plot the destiny of Dafeng cannot be unaware of his own life span and physical condition. How could he do such a thing to make wedding clothes for others?

The white-robed sorcerer stood side by side with Xu Qi'an, looking at the mummy in the center of the formation, and said:

"This gift needs to be paid for, and the price is to seal the Gu God. This is the cause and effect between him and me. You don't have to worry about it."

Xu Qi'an was silent for a while, and whispered, "Do I have to die?"

The white-robed sorcerer remained silent.

Xu Qian'an turned his head and looked at him sincerely: "I don't want this luck, it's yours, I can give it back to you."

The white-robed sorcerer said slowly:

"When you step into the second rank and become a martial artist, you can bear the consequences of withdrawing your luck. But I can't wait that long.

"Wei Yuan is dead, Jeanne is dead, the dragon veins are scattered, these are all rolling trends, and Qigong practitioners need to follow the trend. If you don't seize this opportunity, when you are promoted to the second rank, the opportunity will be over.

"To achieve great things, you must seize the opportunity, you should understand."

After a pause, he sighed: "Besides, when you become a martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again."

A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qiyan's eyes, he immediately restrained his emotions and asked:

"How did you hide it from the Supervisor and put the luck on me?"

This question has troubled him for a long time. You must know that the Supervisor is a first- class sorcerer. No one knows luck better than him. How did the first generation do it quietly and let the luck sleep in him for twenty years.

The white-clothed sorcerer looked at the mummy and said lightly: "This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man Tiangu. It was the same method at the beginning. I hid it from the Supervisor and successfully stole the luck."

What method...Xu Qiyan waited for a moment, but did not wait for the explanation of the white-clothed sorcerer.

"The one who tied the bell must be the one who untied it. To extract your luck, you need his help and this formation."

The sorcerer in white took Xu Qi'an and put him somewhere, seemingly casually but with a hidden meaning, just

front of the mummy.

He needed the help of this formation to extract his luck. He had been planning it thirty years ago... Xu Qi'an was moved. Old Silver Coin did things with great foresight.

He did not resist, nor could he resist. He stood up and asked:n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I really want to know, if I can erase my name by blocking the secrets of heaven."

The sorcerer in white paused for a moment and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Xu Qi'an smiled without any expression:

"I'm just curious. To what extent can you block a person? To completely erase him from the world? How will people react if you block a person who is known to the world? For example,

the emperor, for example, me.

"Will people completely forget, or will their memories be confused? What will happen if a person whose secrets of heaven have been blocked reappears in everyone's sight?

"What's the difference between the relatives of the shielded person and others?"

The white-robed sorcerer looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Qian'an looked at him calmly, "What if, if the matter is written on paper in advance, what

if the relatives see the content that is inconsistent with their memory?"

Beijing suburbs, on the official road.

Xu Pingzhi rode his horse towards the direction of Yunlu Academy, and the great scholar Zhang Shen took a step of three feet and walked leisurely with the horse.

In front of the clear air, a figure appeared, wearing a scholar's cap and an old scholar's shirt,

free and unrestrained.

"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 slips of paper from his arms. He unfolded one

of them and wrote:

"If you forget to save (blank) tomorrow, please give the second slip of paper to Xu Pingzhi."

There is a blank in the middle, who to save? There was nothing written on the paper, or, it was

written but erased.

"What does this mean?"

Zhang Shen looked at the content on the note and saw that Zhao Shou's face was more serious than ever before, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in trouble.

Xu Pingzhi, who was sitting on the horse, frowned. He also saw the note Zhao Shou showed.

Although Second Uncle Xu had never been to school, he was in public office and had eaten royal meals for so many years. He would always come into contact with books and words on weekdays. It was impossible that he was illiterate.

He knew most of the words on the note, only two or three words were unknown.

"I just experienced a big battle, but I can't remember who I fought with, let alone the reason

for the fight. Until I found these three notes on my body."

Zhao Shou said, unfolding the second note, which was written in cinnabar:

"Second Uncle, save me!!"

The four bright red words reflected in Xu Pingzhi's pupils, making his pupils shrink suddenly

as if they were hit by strong light.

His cheek muscles twitched slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Xu Pingzhi held his head and screamed in pain, with veins on his forehead bulging. He fell off

the horse, holding his head with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain, and roaring in

pain.

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: "Everything will pass!"

Words come true.

Uncle Xu's headache really got better. He gasped for air, his face was no longer hideous due to

pain, and his whole body was sweaty, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Xu Pingzhi slowly got up, his lips trembling, and his rough face was covered with tears.

"It seems that you seem to have remembered something."

Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and then he unfolded the third note, which read: "Go to Quanrong Mountain in Jianzhou and find the ancestor of the Wulin League. You will know

when you go there."

......

Quanrong Mountain, inside the stone gate

The wriggling pieces of flesh swam around a piece of paper with a line of words written on it:

"Waiting for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and rescue people with him. This is very important.

"Waiting for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and rescue people with him.

This is very important.

"Waiting for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and rescue people with him.

This is very important!

"Important things should be said three times."

In the dim cave, an old voice echoed:

"Why is there a note here? I seem to have forgotten something. I have been in seclusion for

many years. How can I come out easily? This will consume my remaining life.

"Wait......"

One of the pieces of meat squirmed and rolled out a letter in the corner. The letter read:

"Senior, in the near future, I will encounter a great disaster. I hope you can help me. In return,

I promise to give you a piece of nine-color lotus root within half a year to help you enter the second level of harmony."

In the cave, the old voice echoed again: "Whose letter, whose letter?"

The voice was a little excited.

"I don't remember, but the fact that I can keep this letter is enough to explain the problem. I

seem to have forgotten something. By the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou......"

The old voice murmured to himself.

The white-robed sorcerer smiled and said:

"It's very interesting. I am a little surprised that you can think about these questions. But it's

not important. It only takes half a quarter of an hour to extract the luck in your body. Even if the supervisor repelled Saren Agu and rushed here at this moment, he couldn't break up the formation that I spent more than 30 years carving in half a quarter of an hour.

"Moreover, there are means left by old man Tiangu here, which have unknown characteristics."

Unknown characteristics...... Is this the reason why the luck has been hidden in my body for

twenty years without being discovered? Xu Qi'an suddenly realized, he sighed, and said: "It's really watertight."

The white-robed sorcerer didn't say anything else, he stepped lightly, a ray of light lit up

from the bottom of his feet, and instantly "ignited" the entire formation, the light spread like water waves, lighting up the spell.

At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a huge sense of crisis, every hair and every nerve was

transmitting "danger" signals.

This is the feedback of the early warning of the crisis by the warriors in the Refining Spirit

Realm.

But there was no corresponding picture in his mind, this crisis was so mysterious that it

seemed impossible to capture the image.

In the dark, he felt that something in his body was moving away, floating up little by little, and was about to come out from the top of his head.

The formation is extracting my luck... Xu Qi'an had a sudden enlightenment.

At this time, the extraction of luck stopped, as if it had encountered a difficult level to cross.

At this time, the mummy in the center of the formation slowly opened its eyes.

The eyes only had whites, no pupils, and seemed to contain a terrible vortex.

Crack!

Xu Qiyan seemed to hear the sound of shackles being torn apart. A shackle that locked his luck

on him was broken, and there was nothing left to stop his luck from being stripped away.

Seeing this, the white-robed sorcerer finally smiled.

After twenty years of planning, it was finally completed today.

But the next moment, his smiling face froze.

The boundless luck that ordinary people could not see suddenly solidified when it was about

to leave Xu Qiyan, and then slowly sank and fell back into his body.

"You have other luck that does not belong to Dafeng!" said the white-robed sorcerer. His

tone did not show any emotion, but became low.

"It seems that I made the right bet."

Xu Qian'an was sweating profusely, feeling exhausted from both physical and mental exhaustion. He was clearly not physically exhausted, but he was panting heavily, laughing as

he panted:

"I am now sure of two things. First, the luck you hid in my body was refined by you through

the means of a Qigong practitioner. The other luck in my body, you did not refine it, and it does not belong to you.

"Second, you are different from the Supervisor. The Supervisor's plan is based on his "heavenly destiny" status. You are just a second-grade Qigong practitioner, still within the

scope of humans, you do not know everything, for example, you do not know that I once had an adventure and got a piece of luck of unknown origin. It seems that the two pieces of luck seem to have merged, so you cannot take out the luck that belongs to you."

"Ha, ha...