I take my brother as the bright moon [rebirth]

Before going to the demon world, Yantang was not in a hurry, he still practiced seriously every day, and then pondered his life weapon.

He has recently found the trick to the life device. This ordinary mirror may really save his life at a critical moment.

It's just that the word "Feng" on the talisman still caught Yan Tang's heart.

If possible, he would like to know what happened to the Feng family.

Where did the child who survived in the secret realm go?

Yan Tang thought of the handsome child in the secret realm, and how he stood in the dark, alone and helpless at the end, sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

There are too many poor people in this world.

He doesn't want another one.

Yantang went straight to Mo Changshan's Zangshu Pavilion.

Although Mo Changshan's Book Collection Pavilion is not big, the books in it cover everything in the world, and it can be regarded as a well-known name in the cultivation world. There are people cleaning here all the year round, so it is considered clean.

The cleaning boy here saw Yantang, and quickly dropped the broom in his hand, "Senior Brother Yantang."

Yantang nodded, seeing that the little boy was a little nervous, "It's okay, you scan yours, and I'll just take a look."

Xiaotong nodded and watched Yantang walking upstairs.

There is no prohibition in Mo Changshan's Zangshu Pavilion. Since Ling Shanzun has only three disciples, the Zangshu Pavilion is naturally open to them, and because although there are many books in the Zangshu Pavilion, the important exercises are all taught by Ling Shan. His Majesty performed the technique himself, without His Majesty's permission, he couldn't see it.

Therefore, many children will also take advantage of their spare time to come and have a look.

Yantang believes that if what happened in the secret realm is completely true, then such a big event will definitely be recorded in the history of world cultivation.

After all, just looking at the house of the Feng family and the clothes of the people inside, one can tell that the Feng family is not a small family.

In such a large family, almost everyone died in the death row there, so there shouldn't be nothing.

However, Yantang searched through thousands of years of history, but did not find any book that recorded this event.

Even the word Fengjia never appeared.

Yan Tang frowned, and went to look for the roster of famous cultivators.

Turning over some yellowed pages, Yantang's fingertips followed the lines of surnames, but suddenly stopped at the bottom word, his gaze changed slightly.

'Yan Family: The family is located in Lihuating, Liancheng, the home of the richest man. '

"Falled seven years ago, both husband and wife died, leaving only one son. '

Yan Tang looked at the simple two lines of characters, paused for a moment, and then slid his fingers over them.

If one ignores the bluish white on the fingernails due to the force, perhaps others will think that Yantang is as calm as his face.

After carefully flipping through the book, Yantang still didn't find any news related to Feng's family.

Yantang stayed in Zangshu Pavilion for a whole day, and searched through all the books that could be recorded, but he couldn't find even a single word.

When he came out of Zangshu Pavilion, Yantang began to doubt whether what he experienced in the secret realm was true or not.

With the setting sun on the side of the mountain, Yantang squinted his eyes, but saw a familiar mechanical bird perched on a branch beside him.

As if sensing Yan Tang's gaze, the bird spread its wings and flew onto Yan Tang's shoulder.

Yan Tang thought of something, and tentatively called out, "Senior Brother He Jue?"

The mechanical bird nodded slightly as a response.

Yantang smiled, "Why did senior brother come here? Is there something I need to do?"

The mechanical bird tilted its head and stood on Yantang's shoulder without moving.

Yantang suddenly understood, scratched his head, "By the way, this bird can't talk."

Yan Tang originally wanted to go back to the courtyard, but now he changed his mind and walked towards He Jue's residence.

Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle, why not chat with Senior Brother He Jue.

In the yard, He Jue was sitting at the stone table, eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the mechanical bird flew straight to He Jue's lap, and stayed still.

Only then did the person in the wheelchair slowly open his eyes, and turned to look at Yan Tang who was standing not far away.

"The younger brother is here."

Yantang hummed, and sat down opposite He Jue with ease, looked at the mechanical bird He Jue was holding, and asked, "How did you get there, brother?"

He Jue lowered his eyes and smiled, "After staying on the mountain for a long time, let's go read the books in Zangshuge to pass the time."

"Zangshu Pavilion?" Yantang realized that He Jue's legs were inconvenient and he didn't make friends with other children, so he wanted to read a book, but he couldn't find anyone to send it to him, so he could only attach his spiritual consciousness to this mechanical bird. Use this bird to go to Zangshu Pavilion.

Yan Tang hesitated, "It's too exhausting, and this bird can't turn the pages."

He Jue heard the words, held the mechanical bird in his hands, and then showed the mechanical bird's claws to Yantang, "I specially made the bird's claws into a shape that can be easily flipped through a book."

Yantang glanced at it, and then noticed that the mechanical bird's claws were different from those of ordinary birds. There were only two small hooks, but they were not sharp.

"Brother often go to Zangshu Pavilion to read?" Yan Tang asked.

He Jue nodded, "After all, I have nothing to do when I come and go, I read a lot, and sometimes I ask Master to help me bring some books."

Yantang rolled his eyes and looked at He Jue, eager to try.

He Jue smiled, "What do you want to ask?"

Yan Tang scratched his head, "Brother, do you know... the Feng family?"

He Jue was taken aback, "The Feng family? The Feng family in the snowfield a hundred years ago?"

Yantang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he leaned forward, "What do senior brothers know?"

He Jue paused, subconsciously tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, "I've heard some rumors, but why did Junior Brother suddenly think of asking about the Feng family?"

Yan Tang scratched his head, "This... is a long story."

Seeing that Yantang didn't intend to go into details, He Jue didn't ask, "Although I've heard some rumors, I don't know much. I only know that the Feng family was also a major player in the cultivation world hundreds of years ago. ancestry."

Yantang was puzzled, "Famous family? But today I went to Zangshuge to find all the relevant books, but I didn't find any news about the Feng family."

"This is also reasonable." He Jue paused, seemed a little disappointed, and sighed, "The Feng family is indeed a famous family, and there have been many geniuses in the ancestors, but no one has ever succeeded in ascending to the ascension, perhaps because In this way, the younger generation will go astray."

"Wrong way?"

Yan Tang thought of the death battle of the Feng family in the secret realm, and the man on the black horse.

"That's right." He Jue lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "The successor of the Feng family seems to have found some kind of crooked way. As a result, the ascension did not succeed, but fell into the devil's way, and the whole Feng family did not survive."

Yan Tang was stunned, "No one survived? Is it true that no one survived?"

He Jue shook his head, "That's what the rumors say, but the truth is not very clear. Maybe someone survived and became anonymous, but this possibility is not great."

"Why?" Yantang asked, his tone a little urgent.

He Jue paused, "Because everyone said that Rifeng's house was a death formation, and no one could get out of the death formation."

Yan Tang's expression changed, and he also reacted.

Indeed, in the death formation, whether you like it or not, there is only one dead end.

"After this kind of thing happened to the Feng family, it was regarded as a disgrace by the people who cultivated the world, and it was removed from the history, and because the things in the Feng family's house were too weird that day, everyone seldom mentioned it, so you are looking for it, junior brother. There are no related books."

He Jue said, raised his head, and smiled, "I've heard these things from hearsay, and I haven't seen them with my own eyes. In the final analysis, it's still a mystery whether the Feng family exists or not."

Yan Tang pursed his lips, "The Feng family does exist."

"Ok?"

"The Feng family must exist." Yantang raised his head and said firmly, "I also believe that there must be someone alive in the Feng family."

He Jue froze for a moment, then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand as if wanting to pat Yantang's head, but in the end it was on Yantang's shoulder, "Yes."

When Yantang came out of He Jue, his heart was still heavy.

According to the rumors, none of the Feng family survived.

Did that child from the Feng family, Mrs. Wen's only child, also die in the death row?

Yantang didn't want to believe it.

But hundreds of years have passed, and he has no way to figure out what happened back then.

If the child was still alive, he would probably be dead by now.

Yan Tang let out a long sigh, and walked on the road with his head drooped.

But when he turned the corner, he felt a sharp sword force, his whole body trembled, and he quickly gathered his spiritual power to block it.

But the sword looked fierce, but when it reached the front, it spread away lightly.

A snow-white cold sword floated in the air, and the spikes of the sword floated up, reflecting Yantang's own eyebrows and eyes on the sword.

Yantang immediately recognized the sword, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Ji Changyi?"

The wind blows, but the air is still quiet.

But Yantang knew that this guy must be hiding somewhere, he was secretly looking at him, Yantang squinted his eyes, "Ji Changyi, if you don't come out, I will break this sword, do you believe it?"

A sneer came from behind Yan Tang, Yan Tang turned around, and sure enough, he saw the man in snow-white clothes.

"Based on your current cultivation, you still want to break my sword?" Ji Changyi still looked cold, but Yantang saw a trace of dissatisfaction in Ji Changyi's eyes.

Recently, it seems that Ji Changyi's eyes can often be seen.

especially--

After I went to Senior Brother He Jue by myself.

Yantang stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, and tapped Ji Changyi's shoulder, "Yes, I can't break your sword, so what do you mean by letting your sword stop me?"

Ji Changyi patted Yantang's hand away, and took a step back, "I'll just lend it to you for your use."

Yantang was taken aback, "Lend it to me?"

Ji Changyi remained expressionless, "You went to the demon world, if you die there, I won't have time to bring you back."

Yantang looked at Ji Changyi, and burst out laughing, "Understood, if I die, I'll let your sword bring me back, don't bother you, okay."

Ji Changyi looked even colder, watching Yan Tang hold his sword, then mercilessly tied it around his waist, and walked away carelessly.

The author has something to say: Ji Changyi: I am not worried about you, not at all!

Yantang: Oh.