After Wen Shili reinforced the seal of the Exorcism Cave, he did not stay for too long and rode back to the sect at full speed.

But halfway through, he saw a piece of simple light armor with a white base and blue edges, and thought it was very suitable for Jiang Ziyu, so he stopped for a while and bought it.

"Oh, sir, you have a good eye. This vestment is the treasure of our store. Because it costs too much, it is sold at a high price, so not many people buy it."

"Yeah." Wen Shili nodded, without saying anything more, he just put some spirit stones on the table and left.

He glided up the mountain path of Qinggu Peak, stepped into the courtyard of Qingxin Palace, and glanced around indifferently.

No one.

At this point, Jiang Ziyu usually practices swordplay.

Are you feeling unwell?

Wen Shili frowned and walked towards the bedroom of Qingxin Palace, but still could not see Jiang Ziyu. The bedding on the couch was unmade and in a mess. The Qiankun bag and Feiying Liuyun sword were both missing.

I clearly told him that I would be back in three days, so why didn't he just stay in the palace?

Wen Shili would never send out his spiritual consciousness on Qinggu Peak to look for Jiang Ziyu because he felt it was unnecessary.

Jiang Ziyu's wholehearted dependence on him made him feel that his Ziyu would always be there, waiting for him to come home.

But today, he always felt vaguely uneasy.

He closed his eyes, released his consciousness, and all the aura on his body disappeared. When it came back, a terrifying pressure had formed.

When Wen Shili heard this, his eyes were filled with violent anger, and he was no longer as cold as usual.

The long-lost forbidden art of pulling the thread, not hesitating to use one's own flesh and blood and yang life to control the ghost...

Who is it? Who wants to touch his son? !

The next second, Wen Shili was slightly stunned, and his spirit was disturbed.

Before he left, he injected a part of his spiritual power into the Baiyun Guihe bracelet. At this moment, the source of the fluctuating spiritual power.

It turned out to be Wuchang Mountain!

"Bang——"

With murderous intent overwhelming the sky, tens of thousands of osmanthus trees in front of the courtyard fell to the ground in an instant.

Wen Shili's heart sank and he flew away, leaving a mess behind.

…

The top of Mount Wuchang.

Jiang Ziyu held the tombstone and looked at it for a long time. He felt like he had lost his soul and wanted to cry, but not a single tear came out.

He asked Yin Buqi weakly, "Am I dead?"

Yin Buqi hesitated for a moment, and Jiang Ziyu sat down against the tombstone, looking half dead, and murmured, "Okay, Junior Brother, you don't have to comfort me, I want to be alone and quiet."

Yin Ci: ??? My brother is your junior fellow apprentice, then who am I?

It seems that the child suffered a serious blow.

He shook Jiang Ziyu's body: "Brother, things are not clear yet, cheer up!"

The echo on Wuchang Mountain was loud and ethereal. Yin Ci's roar echoed in the valley, and the echo was lingering and endless.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Jiang Niannian: "...Yin Ci is right. We are not sure what happened yet, so we should not jump to conclusions. Let's go and look around, and don't go too far."

"good."

Yin Buqi casually pushed open the door of Xiandu Temple. It was full of dust inside and it looked like no one had lived there for decades. There was nothing unusual.

Yin Ci was walking around the yard holding a coal briquettes.

Jiang Niannian summoned Teng Jiao to see if there were any clues, and then dug out a stone in the snow near the tombstone.

A piece of stone carved into the image of Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyou's eyes widened. He picked up a stone and brushed off the snow on it: "This is... me?"

"Wow, I didn't expect that there would be such good things in such a dilapidated temple!" Teng Jiao Teng Li Teng's angry voice rang out.

Jiang Niannian asked: "What is this?"

"Foolish mortal, this is a record stone, which can only be found in the South China Sea. A small piece costs tens of thousands of spirit stones to buy."

While pulling the fur off the coal ball, Yin Ci asked, "Sister-in-law, who are you talking to?"

"Follow it."

As she spoke, Jiang Niannian pointed at the vines on the ground, and Tengjiao cooperated very well and jumped up and down twice in a proud manner.

"……oh."

Jiang Niannian continued to ask: "What is the use of this stone?"

"Are you stupid? Record, record. Since it's called the Recording Stone, it must be a record of past events. As long as we find the right object, we can create an image."

Jiang Niannian nodded and told everyone what Teng Jiao had said.

Yin Ci understood: "So the function of this recording stone is actually similar to the soul-searching technique, but when there is no one to search the soul, the recording stone is more convenient. Brother, is that so?"

"Yeah." Yin Buqi said, "When you're not stupid, you're pretty smart."

Yin Ci smiled happily when he heard this, and patted Meiqiu's butt: "See, my brother praised me."

“Ouch! Ouch!”

Jiang Niannian: “…” Yin Ci is such a little cutie.

"So where do we go to find the bond now?"

"I looked at the bracelet on that boy's hand. The spiritual power is quite consistent with this stone."

Yin Buqi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the vine totem in Jiang Niannian's hand, and said with a somewhat aggrieved tone: "Niannian, is this ancient sacred tree that is bonded male or female?"

"…Of course it's a female."

Hearing the tone, Jiang Niannian knew that her son was jealous again.

"Is that so? I believe everything Nian Nian says." Yin Buqi smiled obediently, "Nian Nian wouldn't lie to me, right?"

Jiang Niannian blushed: "Of course."

"Jiang Niannian! I am Chun Ye's son! How could you make my thing disappear with just one sentence!"

"You have nothing to do here, so don't make trouble."

"Wow, Jiang Niannian, Ben Caocao has been following you wholeheartedly and unconditionally, and this is how you repay me? You are always here for me, Xiao Caocao. You are such a heartless woman~"

"Shut up!"

"Hmph! I'm not going to pay attention to you!" Teng Jiao snorted coldly, and then there was no more sound.

Jiang Niannian took off the bracelet on Jiang Ziyu's hand and drew the spiritual power in it to the recording stone.

Suddenly, golden light flashed, and pictures emerged like spring water.

Whenever children cry at night, the older generation will tell them a familiar story.

Once upon a time there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a temple, in the temple there was an old monk and a young monk, the young monk asked the old monk to tell a story, the old monk said: Once upon a time there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a palace, in the temple lived a pair of master and apprentice, the master was cold and the apprentice was lively, from time to time they went down the mountain to punish the evildoers...

The story begins here.