The identity tokens held by the true disciples of the Wanmai Sword Sect are made of cold jade unique to the Sword Sect and cannot be faked.
This token is real, but why is there no connection between it and his Xuanyu token?
What if the dry well mentioned by the little beggar cut off the connection between the jade token and the Xuanyu token?
Or...
Several thoughts flashed through her mind, but she remained calm on the surface. She returned the jade token to Yan Feipeng, looked at the little beggar, and said, "Human life is at stake. Little brother, can you tell us in more detail what happened the past two days? We can then help you."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Qi seemed to have found a fellow practitioner, and his eyes immediately brightened up, "Fellow Daoist Shen, are you planning to save people too?"
Xiang Sheng nodded, "Now that we've encountered this, we can't just stand by and watch."
"Brother, listen to this!"
Lin Qi excitedly patted Xiang Sheng's shoulder and turned to look at Yan Feipeng: "I knew there must be someone in this cultivation world who thinks the same way as me, I just haven't met them before."
"Junior brother, don't be rude!"
Yan Feipeng quickly pulled Lin Qi's hand away, smiled apologetically at Sheng, but became alert in his heart.
He is not as naive as his junior brother.
If a casual cultivator really held the idea of "seeing injustice and helping others", he would have died more than a hundred times already.
What's more, this casual cultivator is a female cultivator with a beauty like a fairy.
When Chen Xiang said this, he must have other plans in mind, and it was not really for the purpose of saving people.
He thought about it in his heart, but did not show any strange expression on his face. He turned to look at the little beggar.
The little beggar seemed to sense the kindness of the three people and spoke honestly:
“I…I don’t know much.
About a month ago, the five immortals passed by the town and happened to see me being bullied. One of the immortals helped me and then left.
Two nights ago, I was sleeping in the temple when I heard someone calling me. I followed the voice to the well and found this jade tablet. I heard the immortal speaking to me, and I have already told you what he said.
"The monk was away for a month, and the sound returned to the well?"
Yan Feipeng listened with a heavy heart, and secretly sent a message to Lin Qi: "Junior brother, this matter is full of strangeness. If it is really a disciple of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect who is trapped, with our cultivation level, it would be a waste to take action. It is better to send the news to the nearby Myriad Veins Sword Sect stronghold."
Although Lin Qi was enthusiastic, he was not a reckless person. He nodded slightly in response: "What Senior Brother said is not unreasonable. But let's listen to what Fellow Daoist Shen has to say first.
Fellow Daoist Shen has a mysterious aura, and her cultivation might even surpass yours. With her help, even if we are defeated, we can still escape together."
Yan Feipeng's face turned dark and he was speechless.
If he could return to the sect alive this time, he would definitely ask his master to correct his junior brother's naive nature.
The two of them communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness. The process seemed long, but in fact it was over in just a moment.
Yan Feipeng coughed lightly, "What do you think about this matter, Fellow Daoist Shen?"
Xiang Sheng glanced at the two people's faces, his expression was calm.
Yan Feipeng felt uneasy when being stared at. Just when he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, he saw Xiang Sheng's gaze suddenly shift to two scholars who had been silent for a long time not far away.
"Those two people fainted?"
Lin Qi looked a little embarrassed, "I was a little too heavy-handed."
As he was about to go over and wake them up, Xiang Sheng suddenly stopped him with his hand, "No need. He just fainted, not dead."
Yan Feipeng's heart skipped a beat. Why did Fellow Daoist Shen's words sound like there was something else behind them?
Before he could think clearly, Xiang Sheng looked at the little beggar again, and his tone softened: "Little brother, have you been living in this dilapidated temple all this time? The old pharmacist seems to be very kind to you."
This question has nothing to do with the jade pendant.
The little beggar was stunned for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes, I have no parents and have been begging here since I was little. Grandpa Pharmacist has taken good care of me."
Seeing this, Lin Qi felt emotional.
Daoist Shen can be so enthusiastic towards mortals, he really did not make a mistake in choosing people.
Lin Qi was still sighing, but when Yan Feipeng heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank and his gaze fell on the old pharmacist who was still lying on the side and had not gotten up.
Something is wrong!
The little beggar was able to insist on not handing over the jade token in front of the two scholars, which clearly shows that he is a grateful and loyal person.
The old pharmacist was pushed to the ground by the scholar. According to common sense, shouldn't the little beggar be the first one to check on him?
How come after all this time, the little beggar didn't react at all, just letting the old pharmacist lie on the ground?!
Thinking of this, Yan Feipeng looked up at the little beggar's uneasy and innocent face, and felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
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