Chapter 4 Token "I wonder if you saw Master when he came? Yes...
Even after Fu Zhitao's figure disappeared, Xie Wuyang's gaze remained on the bed.
The autumn wind was blowing, and the windows with wooden patterns made a few creaking sounds.
It was recorded in the history books of the cultivation world that the Chengguang years were the most turbulent years in the demon world.
The Demon King was killed, the demon world was defeated, the immortal sect prospered, and the people lived and worked in peace.
At this time, the leader of the immortal sects was not the Lianwu Sect, but the Cangqiong Mountain, which guarded the Nightmare Stone.
But in Xie Wuyang's memory, among the many historical books, none of them mentioned the theft of the Nightmare Stone?
Combining various signs since his rebirth, Xie Wuyang pondered for a long time.
Everyone connected to the bizarre end is the original self, Xie Wuyang.
Who is it?
Yun Wanzhou? Wu Hanfeng? Or someone else?
It seems that, putting aside his lifelong wish, he has to follow Yun Wanzhou on this trip just to save his life and find out who is targeting the original owner.
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After the Nightmare Stone was stolen, Wu Hanfeng sent his disciples to search the forbidden area in vain. After confirming that the Nightmare Stone was not there, the forbidden area lost its importance.
However, the theft of the Nightmare Stone, which would cause a huge uproar in the world of cultivation, was difficult to disclose.
Yun Wanzhou and Wu Hanfeng discussed for a long time, and finally decided to keep the forbidden area's barrier and the guarding disciples as normal, and to keep the matter secret for the time being.
Except for a few necessary insiders, even the disciples within the sect knew nothing about it.
Once the guards withdrew, Xie Wuyang, who had been under surveillance for the past few days, felt much more relaxed.
At least except when going down the mountain, Wu Hanfeng no longer stared at Xie Wuyang all the time.
On the eve of his departure, Xie Wuyang finally lost his patience and ran to the forbidden area.
From the disciples who knew the situation, we learned that the original owner was found in the forbidden attic that day.
The forbidden area is full of traps, and no one except the Sect Master can enter safely. Even the elders cannot guarantee that everything will be safe.
If you want to sneak in, you must have been lurking beside the leader for several days.
As an inner sect disciple of the Immortal Lord, Xie Wuyang had ample opportunities to learn about the deployment of the mechanism from the Sect Master. Moreover, when the guarding disciples heard the noise and rushed over, only Xie Wuyang and the empty pillars were left in the attic.
This makes people have to doubt.
If there hadn't been a problem with the Heart-Seeing Axis, Xie Wuyang would probably have been fooled by these evidences.
The forbidden area was already sparsely populated, and it became even more deserted after the guarding disciples withdrew.
In the attic, the ancient books placed around were already covered with a layer of dust, and the pale golden barrier flickered, revealing a long silence everywhere.
Xie Wuyang's gaze passed over the dazzling booklets and fell directly on the pillar in the center of the attic.
The barrier on the pillar platform is much better than other places. The surrounding spiritual light is at its peak, but the ancient books in the broken barrier are still intact, and the nightmare stone protecting this place has disappeared out of thin air.
Looking at the empty platform, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and touched the barrier.
Ripples ripple around the fingertips.
The next moment, the barrier suddenly glowed brighter, and a force exploded instantly!
Xie Wuyang only felt a pain in his fingertips, and his skin was instantly stained with blood when it touched the barrier.
Just a slight touch can cause such injuries. If you want to remove the Nightmare Stone from it, it would be even more difficult than ascending to heaven.
Xie Wuyang frowned and quickly scanned the ancient books around him.
The ancient books were leaning against each other, and the densely packed bamboo slips with hanging book titles made Xie Wuyang's eyes hurt.
Another thing that confuses Xie Wuyang is here.
The forbidden attic is where the Nightmare Stone is imprisoned, so what are these ancient books?
Is it just for the sake of looking good?
As the first immortal gate in the world of cultivation, the structure of Cangqiong Mountain should be more than that.
Xie Wuyang walked up to the bookcase and looked at the books row by row through the faint spiritual power.
Who would have thought that the place he had never been able to enter until his death in his previous life could be easily entered after he came back to life.
Since his original body helped him to be resurrected, he would let his original body leave with a clean name.
When his eyes passed by a certain place, Xie Wuyang's gaze suddenly stopped and stopped on one of the nameplates.
This brand name is different from the other dusty brand names. It is darker in color and looks like a recent product.
"One Hundred and One Styles of the Sky," Xie Wuyang muttered the title of the book, then tilted his head to look at the back of the nameplate from below, "Yun Wan..."
"What are you doing?" A sudden voice sounded from behind.
Xie Wuyang paused his muttering, and a chill instantly seeped down his neck.
At the same time, he tilted his head to see the last word clearly.
Boat.
Who else could it be but Yun Wanzhou?!
Xie Wuyang's head snapped back, and the moment he turned around he forced a smile, "Master, why are you here?"
Yun Wanzhou looked at him calmly, "I should be the one asking you this."
"Disciple..." Xie Wuyang's mind raced, and he immediately came up with an excuse. "Disciple is looking for something."
Yun Wanzhou's face was as cold as ice, he was half believing and half doubting his words, "What is it?"
Perhaps it was because the two had fought for too long in their previous life, Xie Wuyang, after his rebirth, always showed an inexplicable stubbornness in some aspects, especially when facing Yun Wanzhou, he was even more unwilling to bow his head.
For example, now, the eyes of two people meet in mid-air.
One is calm and the other is turbulent.
Xie Wuyang was unwilling to be the first to look away.
In the end, Yun Wanzhou took action first, and his gaze suddenly turned to Xie Wuyang's arm.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang felt that Yun Wanzhou was checking his wound.
When he thought about the ugly face hidden under Yun Wanzhou's hypocritical face, he tore the idea to pieces.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yun Wanzhou sighed helplessly and asked indulgently, "Did you find it?"
"No," Xie Wuyang shook his head. "I wonder if Master saw it when he came? It's my disciple token."
After he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang kept his eyes fixed on Yun Wanzhou's expression.
It turned out to be a disciple token, probably left here before. Yun Wanzhou's expression remained the same, without any change. "Don't trespass in the forbidden area. I'll have someone make another one for you later."
"Thank you very much, Master." Seeing that Yun Wanzhou had no doubts, Xie Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to him. "I just don't know if I can make it down the mountain tomorrow."
"I can catch up."
Xie Wuyang was stunned and looked up, just in time to meet Yun Wanzhou's gaze on him.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips slightly, met Xie Wuyang's eyes and repeated, "I can catch up."
Those frosty eyes actually melted a little, taking on a soothing look.
Seeing this emotion in Yun Wanzhou's eyes, Xie Wuyang guessed that he was not far from going blind.
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The next morning, Xie Wuyang was awakened by a knock on the door.
In his previous life, he was the Demon Lord and no one dared to disturb his sleep. After his rebirth, he became a suspect in stealing the Nightmare Stone. As long as he stayed asleep obediently, no one would take the initiative to wake him up.
So, Xie Wuyang, who hadn't gotten up early in years, couldn't hold back his temper any longer. But before he could vent his anger, he heard someone outside the door say, "Junior brother, get up quickly. Master is already waiting for you at the mountain pass."
"What is Yun Wanzhou waiting for me to do?" Xie Wuyang asked coldly.
The cold words frightened the person outside the door and made him pause. Then he spoke in a voice several pitches lower and trembling, "Master said... said that you have to go down the mountain today."
By the way, he is going down the mountain with Yun Wanzhou today to look for the Nightmare Stone.
Xie Wuyang's thoughts froze for a moment before he came to his senses.
Fu Zhitao stood outside the door and waited quietly for a long time. When she heard no response, she was just mustering up the courage to open the door and check when the door of the room was suddenly opened by Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang tied his hair neatly today, which was rare for him, and he looked more youthful and heroic.
When his eyes fell on Fuzhitao, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go."
"Wait a moment," Fu Zhitao tugged at Xie Wuyang's wrist and lowered his head to search for something in the bag at his waist. "Master said that when you wake up, I will give this to you first."
Which thing?
Xie Wuyang watched Fu Zhitao rummaging through the bag on his waist. The things inside made a ping-pong sound. It seemed that there were quite a few treasures. He searched for a long time but couldn't find what he wanted.
Just as Xie Wuyang lost his patience and was about to step over the peach tree to leave, the peach tree suddenly grabbed his sleeve...
The next moment, the rummaging stopped, Fu Zhitao's eyes lit up, and she actually pulled something out of her pocket, "This is it."
Fu Zhitao said as he stuffed the thing in his hand to Xie Wuyang, "Master said that your disciple token was lost, so I made a new one for you."
Emperor Tianmu?
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated, and he suddenly looked down at the disciple token in his hand.
The imperial wood is dark red in color with heavy wood grain, and its color changes with seasonal temperature.
The color is darkest in summer, and now in autumn, it turns dark red.
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang’s spiritual weapon, Quexie, had a hilt made of imperial wood.
There are very few trees of this kind. At that time, there was only one tree growing at the end of the Blue Sea, and it was extremely difficult to pick them.
Only Xie Wuyang, who had a high level of cultivation, had obtained it.
Yun Wanzhou was actually willing to use the Imperial Heavenly Wood to make a token for his disciple? Was he always so generous to his disciples in private?
Xie Wuyang turned the token over and over and looked at it.
Unlike the original one, the pattern engraved on this token is not delicate enough and the polishing is not very good.
I don’t know where Yun Wanzhou found this carpenter with such poor skills.
The words engraved on the token are quite good, majestic and powerful, with the strokes flowing smoothly.
It's barely a plus point.
Xie Wuyang pulled the string of the death token and tied it around his waist, taking the opportunity to stuff the token in his belt.
"Thank you for the hard work, Senior Brother," Xie Wuyang tilted his head and smiled at Fu Zhitao, "When Master and I come back from the mountain, I'll bring you some interesting things."
"Yeah, I'm waiting for Master and Junior Brother to come back on the mountain." Fu Zhitao then curved her eyes.
Xie Wuyang walked all the way to the mountain pass.
Yun Wanzhou arrived at some point. He leaned against the pillar of the mountain gate, his right leg slightly bent forward, holding the Broken Snow Sword in his arms.
I don’t know what this immortal’s hobby is. He can obviously replace the spiritual weapon with something smaller and more portable, but he insists on hanging it around his waist or holding it in his hand.
Sensing the movement, Yun Wanzhou straightened up and turned to look at Xie Wuyang.
For some reason, for a moment, Xie Wuyang saw a hint of fatigue on this cold face, but it was fleeting, as if it was just an illusion of Xie Wuyang.
Yun Wanzhou's expression seemed to relax for a moment, and when he looked at Xie Wuyang, there was an imperceptible softness in his eyes.
Even though they had known each other for several years in their previous life, Xie Wuyang rarely saw any other expression on this face. Seeing Yun Wanzhou's expression, he was stunned for a moment, and then put on his usual calm and composed expression, "Disciple knows his mistake."
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