Chapter 71 Tianchuan Mountain! A hazy figure standing in the fog

When Ruan Nanzhu finished washing and dressing and went to the main hall, the breakfast banquet had already ended.

Chen Zhixing was sitting on a sandalwood chair, drinking tea with his eyes downcast, and occasionally chatting with Ruan Zhenlong, which made Ruan Zhenlong nod frequently.

"Third Young Master."

Ruan Nanzhu walked over and greeted in a low voice.

"Oh? Miss Nanzhu, you're here just in time."

Chen Zhixing raised his head and smiled at Ruan Nanzhu, then put down his teacup and said, "I heard from Patriarch Ruan that Miss Nanzhu is planning to go to my Ziwei Chen family for further studies. Is this true?"

"Yes." Ruan Nanzhu nodded.

Chen Zhixing smiled and said, "Miss Ruan is extremely talented. We welcome you to study in our Ziwei Chen family. I think we should set off today and let Elder You take you to the Chen family without delay."

"Leaving today?"

Ruan Nanzhu was stunned. He didn't expect that he would leave so quickly.

"What's the matter? Miss Nanzhu, is there anything else you want to say?" Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows.

Ruan Nanzhu looked at Ruan Zhenlong and his wife who were winking at her frantically, and had no choice but to nod and say, "Everything will be as the Third Young Master orders."

"Okay, then Miss Ruan, please go back and pack the things you need. By the way, Miss Ruan can bring a few personal maids with you, so that it will be convenient for you to have someone familiar to take care of you when you get there." Chen Zhixing smiled gently.

After Ruan Nanzhu left in a hurry.

"Third Young Master, from what you said, you don't plan to go back with me?" Old You, who was standing behind Chen Zhixing, frowned and said.

"Well, I still have some personal matters to deal with. You, Master, take Miss Ruan back to the Chen family first."

Before Chen Zhixing could finish his sentence.

"What?"

The decibel of You Lao's voice suddenly increased by several degrees, and he shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, no, absolutely not! Third Young Master, you are in a very serious situation right now, and you must not make any mistakes! I am your protector, how can I abandon you and act alone? Don't mention this matter again, otherwise..."

Swish! A mysterious mirror specially used to record the scene appeared in Chen Zhixing's hand.

Old You's face suddenly froze, and his endless stream of words came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

"Mr. You, you spoke a little loudly just now and I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?" Chen Zhixing blinked at Mr. You.

“Ahem.”

Old You coughed hard a few times, then took a deep breath, his face became pleasant and he said:

"What I mean is that Third Young Master is old enough now, and it's time for him to have some freedom and privacy. Just like a young eagle, he has to learn to fly on his own, right? Don't worry, Third Young Master. I support your decision a thousand times!"

Chen Zhixing nodded with a smile and said, "I like dealing with reasonable people like You Lao."

Old You looked at Chen Zhixing's smiling face and couldn't help but twitching his eyes.

Screw your common sense!

If I didn't have this Xuan Guang mirror that recorded all my dirty words, I would have let you know today what it means to be domineering!

at the same time.

Old You made a quick calculation in his mind. The Third Young Master is currently in the Divine Wandering Realm, and he has many magical weapons bestowed upon him by the head of the family. Even if he encounters an ordinary True Self Realm being, it is likely that the Third Young Master cannot be killed without a siege of three days and three nights.

And this time is enough for the Ziwei Chen family to rush to any place in Youzhou! Until this moment.

Ruan Zhenlong, who had been listening to the conversation between the two and did not dare to interrupt, said cautiously: "Youzhou is poor and there are not many masters. As long as the Third Young Master does not go to Tianchuan Mountain, I think he will be fine."

"Tianchuan Mountain?"

Chen Zhixing's heart suddenly moved when he heard this, and he asked casually: "What happened to Tianchuanshan?"

Ruan Zhenlong replied, "Third Young Master, since you have just arrived in Youzhou, you may not know that three days ago, someone discovered what is suspected to be the inheritance site of an ancient sword god at Tianchuan Mountain. Now, most of the sword masters in Youzhou have already set off for Tianmen Mountain!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Zhixing nodded casually, but a hint of gloom flashed quietly in the depths of his eyes.

He never imagined that the place of inheritance that had only appeared in Ye Chen's hands in his previous life's "Great Cultivation" game would reappear in the world!

Is this the butterfly effect caused by killing Ye Chen?

Just when Chen Zhixing was feeling gloomy and uncertain.

"Don't worry, sir. Without my key, no one can enter the Sword God's inheritance place."

A somewhat tired and cold royal sister's voice suddenly sounded in Chen Zhixing's mind.

"Oh? Mr. Qingzhi, are you awake?"

Chen Zhixing's mind moved slightly.

Since Chen Zhixing obtained three rare treasures in the tomb of Taoist Jiufeng last time, he also found a large number of magic weapons collected by Taoist Jiufeng during his lifetime in the stone chamber.

Taoist Jiufeng only cultivated himself in the spirit realm, so naturally the magic weapons he collected would not be of high quality.

It was useless for Chen Zhixing to hold them, so he just threw them all to Qing Zhi.

then.

In that stone chamber, Chen Zhixing continued to comprehend the "Nine Divine Techniques", while Qing Zhi began to frantically absorb the military energy from those magic weapons.

Later, Chen Zhixing walked out of the tomb of Taoist Jiufeng, and Qingzhi also fell into a deep sleep.

"Not completely awake yet, some of it has not been absorbed and digested yet, but it's almost there."

Qingzhi's tired voice came.

"Sir, I will continue to sleep for a while. When we reach Tianchuan Mountain, you can call me. I have a feeling that this time I can recover to the peak of my spiritual wandering state."

"Okay." Chen Zhixing nodded, feeling a little relieved.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

If that's the case, there's no need to worry too much about the Sword God's inheritance.

After a moment.

Ignoring Ruan Zhenlong's attempts to keep him, Chen Zhixing left the Ruan Mansion alone.

A few hours later.

The sun sets.

A thin horse on the ancient road in the west wind.

An official road leading to Tianchuan Mountain, which has long been abandoned and deserted.

Chen Zhixing did not deliberately hurry on his way, but instead walked slowly on the official road, leading a skinny old horse he had picked up on the roadside.

"Tianchuan Mountain is not far from Wuxuan City, only about 700 miles away. Even at my current speed, I should be able to arrive there early tomorrow morning."

Chen Zhixing pondered for a moment, calculating the time.

It was getting darker and the sun was setting.

As the sky grew darker.

Thick mountain fog gradually emerged from both sides of the official road, then rose up, making the entire official road hazy and blurred and unclear.

The originally deserted and lifeless dilapidated official road seemed inexplicably eerie and spooky.

Suddenly.

Chen Zhixing paused and looked forward.

The skinny old horse he was leading seemed to have sensed something, pacing back and forth restlessly and neighing softly.

“What is that…?” Chen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw a thick fog at the front of the official road.

A shadowy figure wearing a loose black robe and a hood, with flames embroidered on the black robe, was standing at the end of the sight.

He slowly raised his head, revealing the ferocious golden spider mask under his hood.

"Ziwei Chen family, the third son, Chen Zhixing?"

"From Yanzhou to Youzhou, I have been waiting for you for a long time"

A strange sound wave that sounded like several voices combined came from the mouth of the black-robed figure.

As the black-robed figure spoke.

In the thick fog behind Chen Zhixing.

A pale arm, without any blood, appeared silently, as if it had been fished out of the water.

Immediately.

The pale arm spread out its five fingers with black nails and slowly approached Chen Zhixing's back.

Getting closer.

Getting closer.

The next moment! This pale hand suddenly accelerated and fiercely grabbed Chen Zhixing's head!!!

Damn, I forgot to set the timer, so I just sent it after I finished writing it 　　 　 (End of this chapter)