First, they divided the materials for refining, and then asked about the news of the Twin Ice Zhi. The three of them chatted for a long time, and it was time for them to leave.

Zhou Tingyu left first.

But before Kong Ju was leaving, Feng An gave him a look, as if he wanted to say something.

Kong Ju immediately understood and was in no hurry to leave. He waited until Zhou Tingyu was far away, and then they returned to the courtyard.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Feng An?" Kong Ju knew Feng An well. He would definitely not keep him here for no reason. He must have something important to tell him.

"The atmosphere in the sect has been a little off lately." Feng An picked up the wine jug on the table and took a big gulp. Without wiping the wine stains off his beard, he looked toward the spring flowing down the mountain in the courtyard. He said with a rather uneasy expression, "The head of the Law Enforcement Hall hasn't shown up for nearly a month."

"The Alchemy Pavilion has not been open to the public since we returned from the Frost Moon Altar and is closed every night."

"The reason why Elder Zhou Shangxiang hasn't come out of retreat yet is probably because of some reason. She is speeding up the process of refining the elixir."

"I've noticed in the past few days that the number of disciples responsible for guarding the mountain in the sect is also wrong. It's several times more than usual."

"Most of the strong men in our outer sect's first echelon who were away have been called back."

In a deep voice, Feng An described in detail all the abnormal situations he had recently noticed in the Cangwu Sect.

With every word he spoke, Kong Qi's brows furrowed a little more.

He has been in seclusion for the past month and knows nothing about the outside world.

Feng An was different. He paid attention to the movements of the outer sect every day and had an extremely sharp sense of smell. He just noticed the details that ordinary disciples would never notice.

"These changes that Senior Brother Feng An mentioned are nothing if taken individually." Kong Ju's expression gradually became serious, and his mind was working rapidly.

"But when all these details are put together, it's really quite extraordinary."

At this point, Kong Ju looked solemnly at Feng An, whose face was equally serious: "Brother Feng, do you mean that something big will happen in the sect?"

The latter nodded carefully, and said in a deliberately low voice: "It must be a big deal. I have been in the Cangwu Sect for decades, and I know our style of doing things too well. Our leader is a calculating person. If he doesn't move, it's fine. But if he moves, it will be as powerful as thunder and lightning."

As he spoke, Feng An warned Kong Ju carefully, "Brother Kong Ju, it is better for us not to leave the sect during this period of time. Even if something big happens, it is still safe inside the sect."

"A storm is about to come." Kong Ju rubbed his eyebrows gently, his expression mostly showing worry.

His strength has improved a lot recently, but after all, he has been practicing for a short time, so at best he is only in the second echelon of the outer sect.

In the face of the general trend, you are just an ant.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, I took the opportunity at the Frost Moon Altar. Otherwise, once this matter was involved, I don't know when I would be able to get out."

The two discussed some details in the courtyard, including what should not be done during special periods and what should be done with caution.

Whether it is Kong Ju or Feng An, both the old and the young are quick-witted people who can understand things quickly.

Before leaving, Kong Ju suddenly thought of something and asked Feng An, "Brother Feng, do you know the book "Xianji"?"

Huangfu Wuqin once said that this ancient book recorded in detail the essence of heaven and earth at the three levels of heaven, earth and man.

But she didn't remember much.

Kong Ju had just absorbed the essence of frost and snow, and had just heard the news about the essence of tides. Naturally, he became very interested in these essences of heaven and earth.

Of course I want to take a look.

Otherwise, when we talk about the essence of heaven and earth in the future, we won’t even know their grades or what value they represent, which would be a bit lax.

Besides, the strength of a cultivator in the Yanglun realm is closely related to the quality of the heaven and earth that he absorbs.

In the future, when I encounter an enemy like him who has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, I will be able to make a rough judgment.

Hearing the name of "Xianji" mentioned by Kong Ju, Feng An frowned and thought for a moment, but he couldn't find any information about it in his mind. He could only smile bitterly and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

Then he added: "But you can go ask the outer sect's martial arts pavilion. Most ancient books are stored there. If not, you can only look for them in the inner sect."

"Okay! I'll go ask right now." Kong Ju nodded, stood up and said goodbye to Feng An.

The outer sect skills pavilion.

The one guarding this place is still Zhao Wei, Deacon Zhao.

Even Feng An could smell the strange atmosphere in the sect, but Deacon Zhao didn't seem to be affected at all. He still sat here every day, teasing the bird in the cage.

"I don't know what level of cultivation this Deacon Zhao has!" Kong Ju guessed secretly as he watched the old man's leisurely appearance.

Even now he has made great progress compared to when he came to buy the Frost Residue Sutra.

At this moment, Deacon Zhao also noticed Kong Ju who had just stepped into the Kung Fu Pavilion.

He still had a deep impression of this sucker who used three hundred spirit crystals to buy an incomplete martial arts technique.

He immediately put down the bird cage, looked at him with interest, and said jokingly, "Hey, the rich man is here."

"Deacon Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. You're still in good health, showing the demeanor of a strong man." Kong Ju naturally put on a smiling face and patted Deacon Zhao on the butt with a series of polite words.

The latter, however, remained indifferent, and the smile on his old face was unclear whether it was real or fake.

"Are you here to borrow it today, or are you interested in that martial arts method again?" Zhao Wei's words were full of sarcasm. He expected that Kong Ju had not made any progress in studying the Frost Residue Sutra.

"Borrow it! Borrow it!" Kong Ju pretended not to understand what Deacon Zhao said, and said quickly: "I wonder if there is an ancient book called "Xianji" in this outer sect's skills pavilion."

"Immortal foundation?" Deacon Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked Kong Ju up and down.

Then he exclaimed in amazement.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"He has reached the fifth level of Yanglun. His cultivation speed is quite fast. It is indeed time for me to study this ancient book."

Hearing what he said, Kong Jue raised his lips and said, "There's hope!"

"Of course there is the Immortal Base, but it is only a rubbing. The original book is in the inner gate. The rubbing can be borrowed for one day for one contribution point. No spirit crystals are required." Deacon Zhao stroked his beard on his chest and specifically stated that no spirit crystals would be required, as if to remind Kong Ju.

Fortunately, Kong Ju had just returned from the Frost Moon Altar and had received 28 contribution points. He immediately took out his badge and said politely, "Excuse me, Deacon Zhao, I would like to borrow it for three days."

Detachment Zhao had first taken Kong Ju's badge and, after confirming that it contained enough contribution points to pay for three days of borrowing, he took a deep look at Kong Ju.

Then he waved his hand.

Just like when he first took the remaining sutras after the frost.

An ordinary jade slip immediately flew out from one of the bookshelves and fell into his palm.

Before handing over the Immortal Foundation, Deacon Zhao asked in a serious tone, "Have you ever been to the Frost Moon Altar?"

Kong Ju's heart skipped a beat. Deacon Zhao was different from those outer sect disciples. Neither he nor the other disciples were on the same level in terms of information nor power.

If he really wanted to find out, he might be able to find out.

Besides, I exchanged the Frost Sutra from him, which would inevitably arouse his suspicion.

Fortunately, Deacon Zhao does not seem to have the ability of Huangfu Wuqin, and cannot see that he has already absorbed the essence of Frost White.

This made Kong Ju feel relieved, and he responded calmly, "I haven't been there, why is Deacon Zhao asking this?"

"It's okay, keep the immortal base." Zhao Wei didn't ask any more questions, just responded casually and handed the jade slip to Kong Ju.

"Disciple, take your leave!" Kong Ju pretended to be happy, took the jade slip and left happily.

Zhao Wei was left behind, watching Kong Ju's back disappear in the Kung Fu Pavilion with half-closed eyes.

He muttered, "I don't know whether this kid is telling the truth or not, but his cultivation speed is quite fast. He has reached the fifth level of Yanglun at such a young age. I wonder how he compares to Shangguan Yuzhou, who is favored by those old guys in the inner sect."

Walking out of the outer gate martial arts pavilion with the immortal base in hand, Kong Ju's face, which was full of smiles just a moment ago, immediately faded. He looked back at the martial arts pavilion with a vigilant look in his eyes.

"This old guy is really sharp."

Zhao Wei is a deacon after all, and some things are definitely not easy to hide.

As time goes by, Kong Ju's lies will eventually be exposed.

"He is an elder of the sect. There is nothing on me that he would covet. It should be a casual question, no big deal!" Kong Ju muttered.

"Fortunately, it is safe inside the Cangwu sect." Looking at the bustling outer disciples outside the Kung Fu Pavilion, Kong Ju smiled slightly and put this uneasiness behind him.

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