Kong Ju sat in Makita's house for a whole day.

He politely declined Makita's request to stay overnight.

Before leaving, he used pen and ink to write a Yanglun Sutra on the stone table. There was no name, only the mantra for practice.

Then, under the gaze of Makita, he carefully handed it to Makiya.

"When Xiao Ye is eight years old and her meridians are mature, you can practice this Yang Lun Sutra." Kong Ju said to Makita with a serious expression: "Her talent far exceeds that of Pastor Brother, so you must cultivate her well and not slack off."

"I know!" When Mutian saw the Yanglun Sutra written by Kong Ju himself, he immediately knew its value and there was no reason for him not to take it seriously.

But Makita was still a little worried and wanted to confirm the extent of Makioka's talent.

"Xiao Ye is better than me." Kong Ju still didn't say it directly, but gave an ambiguous answer.

Then, under Mu Xiaoye's reluctant gaze, he waved goodbye and left.

Until Kong Ju's figure disappeared in the streets late at night, Mu Xiaoye held Mu Tian's hand and whispered to his grandfather: "Grandpa, can we see Brother Kong again?"

"When you are eight years old, your brother Kong will come to see you." Mutian held tightly in his hand the piece of paper with the Yanglun Sutra exercises recorded by Kong Ju before he left. His old face flushed red. He was happy for his granddaughter.

Makita did not know the strength of the geniuses in the outer sect of the Cangwu Sect.

But Kong Ju had seen it with his own eyes, the former fighting with a cultivator at the seventh level of Yanglun.

How many years has Kong Ju been practicing? He is only eighteen years old this year.

In Mutian's opinion, Kong Ju's strength might even be higher than Shangguan Yuzhou's.

It's just that he is usually low-key and not well-known.

Such a genius was willing to leave behind the Yanglun Sutra after testing his granddaughter's qualifications. In Makita's view, this was a great blessing.

This Yanglun Sutra is definitely not a simple Yanglun Sutra practice.

"Xiao Ye, you are so lucky. Your brother Kong treats you really well." Mu Tian couldn't help but touch Mu Xiaoye's head.

The latter smiled very happily.

On the other side, after saying goodbye to Makita.

Kong Ju walked alone on the street, with a faint smile on his face, thinking to himself: "I swore at the Frost Moon Altar that day that the secrets of the Moon Wheel Sutra and Guanghan Taiyin Sutra could not be revealed, but I didn't say that the Frost Nourishing Wheel Sutra was not allowed."

“When Mu Xiaoye grows up and practices the Frost-Reducing and Wheel-Nourishing Sutra, I will take her to the Frost Moon Altar to receive the inheritance of the Guanghan Palace.”

This is what Kong Jue was planning.

Having received so much favor from Yi Zi Twelve, he also returned a genius to him.

Whether it is for Yi Zi Twelve or for Maki Xiaoye, it is a happy ending.

Of course, for Kong Ju himself, having a talented and lucky girl like Mu Xiaoye as his junior sister has only advantages and no disadvantages.

"By then, Guanghan Palace will have a second disciple besides me. Well, I won't be alone anymore."

Kong Ju was in a very good mood, but suddenly he stopped and remembered something. He raised his eyes and saw the quiet streets of Xiangming County in the middle of the night.

He was surprised and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Shangguan? I've been buying wine all day, where did he go?"

Xiangming County, Zuixiang Tower.

Shangguan Yuzhou is surrounded by beautiful girls.

The soft, fragrant, and charming girls around him seemed to not arouse his interest.

He held a large jar of fine wine and drank it directly.

In less than a cup of tea, he had swallowed the entire jar of wine.

Greeted with countless cheers from all around.

"This is the tenth jar!" Shangguan Yuzhou threw the empty jar of wine on the ground and looked smugly at the seven or eight well-dressed young men across the table who had already been drunk to the point of stumbling.

"What did you say just now? You drink as much as I drink. Don't lie to me. Drink now." Shangguan Yuzhou doesn't indulge these rich young masters from Xiangming County.

He grabbed a man by the back of his collar and poured the drink into his mouth. He kept drinking until the man's eyes rolled back and he was about to die. Then he threw him aside.

"A bunch of useless people wasting so much good wine." Shangguan Yuzhou curled his lips in disdain and didn't bother with them. After a burp, he left in a leisurely manner, leaving a large ingot of silver.

He was about to leave after drinking, but this group of playboys came to provoke him. They were probably used to being domineering in Xiangming County, and they didn't expect to meet such a tough guy.

Shangguan Yuzhou is a tyrant in the Cangwu sect. It would be strange if he could let them have an easy time.

As soon as he walked out of Zuixianglou, Shangguan Yuzhou found that it was already late at night, and then he remembered that his junior brother was still waiting for him.

But he looked around and couldn't find the east, south, west or north. He patted his head and thought depressedly: "Oh no, I forgot to ask Junior Brother Kong Ju where he was going when we separated."

As he looked around.

A stall set up on the street corner caught his attention.

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It was so late and the street was already empty. But behind the stall there was an old man sitting with his legs crossed, looking at him with a smile.

That’s right, Shangguan Yuzhou was sure that he was looking at him.

His eyes turned to the cloth banner erected beside the stall, on which was written the words: 'When the moon is full, one knows how to escape from the net of heaven, and when the merit is complete, one knows how to escape from the net of earth'

…

Kong Ju didn't know where Shangguan Yuzhou had gone, so he had to ask the local boss of Xiangming County, the foreign disciple named Fan Wei.

The latter gave Kong Ju an ambiguous look and said something that all men would understand.

"I heard from the patrol brothers that he went to the happiest place in the county to drink."

Kong Ju knew what kind of person Shangguan Yuzhou was. If he was interested in things other than swords, Kong Ju would drink up all the spiritual springs in the underground cave.

But out of trust in Fan Wei, he still went to the place called Zui Xiang Lou.

Before I could go in, I saw Shangguan Yuzhou sitting in front of a stall at the corner of the street, thinking about something.

"Senior Brother Shangguan, it's time to go!" Kong Ju walked to the stall in two or three steps and wanted to call Shangguan Yuzhou, but the latter just sat there motionless.

Kong Ju had no choice but to help. He patted Shangguan Yuzhou on the shoulder and urged him softly, "Brother Shangguan, don't miss the time. If you go back too late, Brother Feng will really go to ask for help from Sister Zhou."

Shangguan Yuzhou then raised his head and looked around, as if looking for something.

Kong Ju became even more confused. He glanced at the stall in front of him. There was a cloth banner next to it with two lines of strange words written on it, but there was no one there.

I don’t know what Shangguan Yuzhou is looking for.

"Brother Shangguan?" Kong Ju spoke for the third time. Shangguan Yuzhou just came back to his senses and looked at Kong Ju beside him in surprise and said, "Oh, Brother Kong, you're here."

"What are you doing?" Kong Ju frowned, vaguely feeling something was wrong. Shangguan Yuzhou had never looked so absent-minded in the past.

"Nothing, I just met a weirdo." Shangguan Yuzhou shook his head and said without further explanation, "Let's go back to the sect!"

At the same time Kong Ju and Shangguan Yuzhou left the city gate of Xiangming County.

The focus shifted to the battlefield in Beiling County.

Kong Ju and Shangguan Yuzhou stayed under the mineral vein for a long time.

A handsome man in red clothes stepped on a flying sword and held a bronze compass in his hand. He landed along the crack in the ground to the place where Kong Ju and Shangguan Yuzhou once practiced and made pills.

The man finally stopped at the place where Ge Feng took over Kong Ju's body. He looked at the needle of the compass in his hand swinging wildly, and frowned slightly.

A whisper echoed softly in the dark space: "Old man, are you alive or dead?"

(End of this chapter)