[Magic Dao Patriarch·Chen Qingling] Lan's Night Hunting Notes

in a few days

Yunmeng

Lotus Pier

The sword light streaked across the sky, and finally stopped a mile away from the restraining formation in Lianhuawu.

Stepping on Suihua, Jin Ling took a look at the disciples of Jiang's family arranged in Lianhuawu, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's good, they haven't been found."Turning around, looking at Wen Ning at a loss, he kindly explained: "Uncle is very strict about the layout of Lianhuawu. There are countless disciples patrolling secretly within a mile of Lianhuawu. If we don't want uncle to find us, we must leave Lianhuawu. farther away."

Wen Ning nodded after hearing this, his expression darkened slightly, "I understand...it's because of that year..." It should be Wen Chao's burning of Lianhuawu that affected Sect Master Jiang.

Jin Ling pursed his lips and looked away. After a long while, he calmly said, "Go down and find an inn to stay in. I'll go to my uncle to ask the matter clearly, and report my name to the shopkeeper."

Wen Ning hesitated, "Master Rulan, I..."

"Hesitating, do you want to be drawn purple electricity by uncle?" Jin Ling pinched the formula in his hand, controlled Suihua to fall, and turned to stare at Wen Ning, "We have agreed, you are not allowed to tell me these things Uncle! At the very least, wait until we find out before telling him.”

Wen Ning looked extremely embarrassed, "But, but, the young master doesn't know these things, isn't it good? Let's tell the young master..."

"No." Jin Ling couldn't imagine how his uncle would treat him after knowing that he actually knew the identity of his eldest uncle. He didn't want to be broken by his uncle. How about reconciliation as before? Anyway, you can’t reveal a single word to uncle!” Seeing what Wen Ning wanted to say, Jin Ling’s attitude immediately became stronger, “You promised me.”

Wen Ning jumped from Suihua's sword to the ground with some grievances, and said in a low voice, "I didn't agree."

Jin Ling took off again with his sword, "If you don't refuse, you agree. Find an inn and wait for me. Don't run around."

Along the way, Wen Ning, who had been told by Jin Lingqian and threatened and deceived countless times, nodded obediently. He didn't want to be reduced to ashes by Yi Zidian, the most hated ghost cultivator, Sect Master Jiang.

Relieved, Jin Ling Yujian flew towards Lianhuawu. When he reached the sky above Lianhuawu, Jin Ling looked down to make sure that his uncle was not there.

Borrowing Suihua's flying momentum, Jin Ling's foot of Suihua's sword gently and delicately flew away from the sword body, and when he turned to the ground, he raised his right hand holding the scabbard, and the luxurious and gorgeous golden hem gently lifted , like a white peony blooming proudly, when the hem of the clothes fell down, Suihua returned to the scabbard steadily with a soft "clang".

Jin Ling put Sui Hua behind his back, turned around, "Go to the study to find it first, maybe uncle will hide the clues he found in--uncle!"

The fingers of his left hand rubbed the ring, purple spiritual power surged on the ring, Jiang Cheng looked at Jin Ling expressionlessly, "What are you looking for?"

Jin Ling: "..."

Cloud is deep

Library

Closing the ancient book in his hand, Lan Sizhui couldn't help but frowned slightly, "This is the last book... Did I miss something?"

Among the hundreds of immortal sects, the Gusu Lan family has the largest collection of books, the richest, and the most complete, especially the music scores, which are far more than the other hundreds of immortal sects.After the fire that burned down the clouds, the Gusu Lan family's book collection was destroyed a lot, so after the Sun Shooting Campaign ended, the Gusu Lan family rebuilt the library pavilion and sorted out the remaining ancient books and music scores. The clansmen are recollecting ancient music scores.

In other words, Gusu Lan's ancient music scores must be the most well-collected family among the other hundred immortal families.

But... why can't I find any clues?

Lan Sizhui slowly closed his eyes, once again uncontrollably worried about Lan Jingyi who was going to Qinghe alone, worried that he would encounter danger halfway, worried that he would accidentally lose his purse, worried that he would get lost... Obviously knowing that Lan Jingyi's cultivation level is the highest among the disciples of this generation, even if he loses his wallet, there are many valuable items in Lan Jingyi's Qiankun bag that can be pawned. He may not be able to find the way back to Yunshen’s unknown place. Besides, he stuffed a lot of signal flares into Lan Jingyi’s Qiankun bag, and repeatedly told Lan Jingyi not to worry about his own ability in case of danger. Can't solve the problem, let's put the signal flare first...

Opening his eyes, Lan Sizhui couldn't help but hold his forehead and smile wryly, he was so worried, indecisive, and thinking wildly, but he was not at all like himself.

His expression was suddenly in a trance, white mist surged from behind, Lan Sizhui turned around subconsciously, his hand was already on Xinglan's sword hilt.

Lan Sizhui raised his eyes, and when he saw the young man in white walking out of the white mist, he was shocked for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his hands in salute, "Mr. Qingheng."

and many more!

Lan Sizhui was taken aback, this is the present world!

Mr. Qingheng stretched out his hand to help him, and Lan Sizhui felt a force to help him up. He stood up straight, a little dazed, "Mr. Qingheng, why did you come to this world?"

Qingheng Jun's brows and eyes were a little gentle, without opening his mouth, he raised his legs and walked to a row of bookcases, rolled up his sleeves slightly, and pointed to a mat on the floor in front of the bookcases with his white fingers like jade.

Lan Sizhui walked up to Mat hesitantly, and asked uncertainly, "Mat?"

Mr. Qingheng nodded.

Lan Sizhui squatted down hesitantly, and lifted the mat.Looking at the wooden boards under the mat, I fell into hesitation, destroying the houses of the clan... How many times do I need to copy the family rules?

Lan Sizhui was hesitating, when he stretched out a hand, a large white cloud sleeve with a circle of cloud pattern embroidered on the cuff, touched one of the wooden boards with his fingertips, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

Lan Sizhui regained his composure, secretly decided to copy the house rules two hundred times, and then stretched out his hand to uncover the wooden board. Under the wooden board, there was a secret door.

Lan Sizhui got up, stepped aside slightly, Qingheng-jun walked into the secret door first, Lan Sizhui silently added a hundred house rules for himself, followed closely behind Qingheng-jun.

Under the secret door is a secret staircase with more than 30 steps. Qingheng Jun and Lan Sizhui descended the secret staircase one by one, and a dry and wide basement appeared before Lan Sizhui's eyes.Rows of book shelves stood in the basement. Books were sparsely stacked on the book shelves, and the top books were covered with dust. It seemed that no one had turned them over for many years.

Qingheng-jun led Lan Sizhui to a row of books, took a closer look, pointed to one of the books, then turned sideways and looked at Lan Sizhui gently.

Lan Sizhui stepped forward, took out all the books in that grid, held them in his arms, and looked up at Mr. Qingheng, "Mr. Qingheng, here is the score of the two flute sounds that Jingyi heard." ?”

Qingheng Jun smiled slightly, nodded, and disappeared in a breath.

"Mr. Qingheng?"

Lan Sizhui looked around, moved his eyes to the books in his arms, and without any further hesitation, walked to the desk in the basement, placed all the books on the desk, lit the paper lamp on the desk, sat down cross-legged, He took out the score of the two melodies written silently by Lan Jingyi in the bag, opened the booklet and began to look for the part that matched it.

An hour later, Lan Sizhui stopped, "I found it!" Spreading the booklet in his hand, he carefully compared the score on the paper with a score on the booklet, "It's exactly the same." Lan Sizhui turned back After a few pages, he frowned, "Why are the scores on the front and back pages here different?"

Taking out Jiusi from the Qiankun bag, Lan Sizhui played a section according to the music score, "It really is not the same piece of music, someone tore a page in the middle." Lan Sizhui put away Jiusi, turned over the cover of the book to read —— "Lan Soul Copy".

Lan Sizhui's brows trembled, and he quickly put the other books back to their original places, while he took the pen and paper from the shelf, returned to the desk again and spent more than half an hour copying this "Lanpo Chao" from beginning to end. After going through it once, and checking it again after copying, after making sure that there were no mistakes or omissions, Lan Sizhui put the copy he had copied into the Qiankun bag, put "Lan Soul Copy" and the pen and paper back to their original places, and turned off the paper lamp , hurriedly left the basement.

Back in the Library Pavilion, putting the boards and mats back to their original positions, Lan SiZhui patted his chest, left the Library Pavilion, and rushed to the residence of the Lan family's disciples.

"Young Master Lan Yuan."

Lan Sizhui stopped, turned around and looked at the disciple of the Lan family who called him, "What's the matter?"

"Back to Mr. Lan Yuan," the disciple cupped his hands in salute, "Doctor Hua asked me to ask Mr. Lan Yuan, when will Mr. Lan Ziling come back?"

Lan Sizhui was taken aback, "Ziling hasn't come back yet?"

Baling

A piercing sword glow pierced the assassin's waist, and the long sword flew back to the hand of the young man in red standing on the treetop. The young man followed the movement of the sword and danced a sword flower. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the ground. There is a frost in the room.

"Oh," Ouyang Zizhen put his sword back into its sheath, and glanced coldly at a group of assassins lying on the ground, "All cats and dogs dare to come and kill me, I'm so impatient!"

"You, how is it possible, cough cough cough!"

The only assassin who was still conscious was holding the wound on his waist and abdomen in disbelief, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and his voice was a bit indistinct, "Your cultivation level can't be so high!"

"Oh?"

Ouyang Zi really raised his eyebrows, and jumped down from the treetop suddenly, a talisman slashed across the assassin's wrist, the assassin screamed, and the hidden weapon in his hand came out.

"I've been chasing and killing me for so long, and I haven't even figured out my real cultivation level..." Ouyang Zizhen's eyebrows curved, "I deliberately slowed down the journey along the way, and you all failed to kill me, tsk, The Moling Su Clan is nothing more than that."

Ouyang Zi was really about to set off a signal flare to call for people to come, when suddenly his heart trembled, he subconsciously turned around and swung his sword out, the sword energy was like a rainbow, fiercely attacking the woods behind him.

When the sword light was about to touch the woods, two zither sounds broke out from the woods, and a radiant formation was intertwined in front of the forest in an instant. After the sword light hit the formation, a dazzling light burst out, and the mighty The spiritual power exploded, the smoke and dust billowed, and the ground shook.

Ouyang Zi really frowned, staring closely at the magic formation looming in the smoke and dust, narrowing his eyes slightly, examining the formation carefully.

Blue...Cirrus Moiré...

Ouyang Zizhen's pupils shrank.

It's the Gusu Lan clan's formation!

As the smoke and dust cleared, a young man in white with a piano came out from the woods, his white forehead with curly moiré pattern raised slightly, the young man raised his eyes with a cold expression, "Gusu Lan family, Lan Ziling."

Qinghe

Suburbs miles away

Lan Jingyi glanced at the nine-turn yin-yang fish in his hand, and couldn't help frowning, "I can't find the exact location of Chifeng Zun's spiritual consciousness? The suburb of Qinghe is so big," Lan Jingyi looked around at the mountains and mountains. , I can completely guess the future of climbing a broken leg to find a broken hand, "How long will I have to look for it?!"

Lan Jingyi couldn't help but poked the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang fish. Black and white light flashed on the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang fish, and then disappeared, making it clear that the search range would not be narrowed any further.

Lan Jingyi sighed and encouraged herself, "It's okay, but I'm just looking for these few mountains. The place I'm looking for is already very small, isn't it just a mountain... Let's find it quickly." Self-encouragement failed The old Lan Jingyi looked up at the mountain, and resignedly took the nine-turn Yin-Yang fish and began to climb the mountain.

three hours later

It was clearly early winter, but Lan Jingyi, who had found three high mountains, was sweating all over his body. Lan Jingyi, who was so tired that his eyes were blackened, raised his hands to hold down the trunk of a tree, then tilted his body, and leaned sideways on the trunk of a tree. Looking back and forth at the nine-turn Yin-Yang fish on the tree trunk, he couldn't help wondering, "Why isn't Chifeng Zun's spiritual consciousness in the unclean world of the Qinghe Nie clan where he was murdered, nor in the Lanling Jin clan where he was dismembered?" , why is it here?! This place is so far away from the unclean world, how did his spiritual consciousness come here?!"

The more she thought about it, the weirder she became, Lan Jingyi couldn't help but straighten up, turned around and raised her legs to continue climbing up the mountain, "No, I have to find a place to enter the dream world, is there something wrong with the nine-turn Yin-Yang fish, ah!!!"

Suddenly, there was nothing under his feet, and Lan Jingyi only had time to stuff the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Fish into his arms before rolling and falling into the bottomless hole.

"...Wake up, wake up!"

Slowly regaining consciousness, Lan Jingyi, who was about to fall apart, opened his eyes with difficulty, the surroundings were pitch black, and with the light of the night pearl in the other party's hand, Lan Jingyi recognized that he was sitting on his face with a worried face. The disgraced son beside him said, "...Sect Master Nie?"