"The fire is about to reach the town. If..."
The voice stopped abruptly. In the picture on the white cloth, before the fire spread to the town, the edge of the white cloth turned red, and the next moment, the picture disappeared.
No one spoke again, they all knew in their hearts that the fireball had hit the town.
"Junior Brother Zhang, that town is..." Shi Lidan had a bad feeling.
"My hometown...it's nothing. That happened over a hundred years ago. I'm an orphan, raised by many families. If I hadn't met my master, I would have died long ago. I just feel a little regretful..." Zhang Qiugong's voice was muffled, his eyes red, but he stubbornly refused to shed tears. He pursed his lips and continued what he was doing: "I remember, I remember, there should be...a few more places. You...wait, I'll look for them..."
It was originally just a small mountain village with only dozens of households. However, due to a problem of supply and demand, it became a prosperous town after more than a hundred years of development.
"It's the elders!" Qi Wuyi, who was always silent, took a few steps forward excitedly: "Master is in danger!"
The picture on the white cloth was a bird's-eye view. Having lived in Yanjian Sect for so long, they knew that this angle should be the thousand-year-old pine tree on the cliff north of "Sifu Peak". As long as the view looked down, it was one of the sword training grounds of Yanjian Sect. It seemed that Zhang Qiugong's target should be the sword training ground, but for some reason, the view turned into a bird's-eye view. This coincidence allowed them to observe the disaster just in time.
"Junior Brother Qi, it's okay, our uncle has dodged it!" Yang Kuan patted Qi Wuyi's shoulder and secretly breathed a sigh of relief!
Unfortunately, when Qi Wuyi looked up again, there was no picture on the white cloth.
"Sorry everyone, the equipment is broken." Zhang Qiugong said as he put all the tools back into the storage bag.
"Junior Brother Zhang, this thing you made is really great. Can you make one for our Fu Guishan in the future?" Yang Kuan walked up to Zhang Qiugong and patted his shoulder, laughing: "This way, if any cultivator violates the sect rules in the future, we will be able to find out clearly, hahahaha..."
"Well, okay, after this disaster is over, I will make some improvements and hope to be able to help you." Zhang Qiugong smiled. Maybe because his things were useful, the sadness in his eyes was much less.
Other disciples: Should we break up this deal? We don't want to be monitored by Fu Guishan's people...
For cultivators, not sleeping for a short period of time is not a big problem, but looking up anxiously under the white light for a long time still consumes a lot of people's energy. Half a month later, the direct disciples on the main peak finally entered the defensive magic weapon of the meeting hall.
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