Geng Qiaoer's face lit up with joy as she continued, "Then I'll go ask Fu Feng for a list... Never mind, I'll just go and take a look at every chess spirit... But I still need a list, as many chess spirits aren't at the mountain gate."
"See you later, sir."
After saying goodbye for the second time, Geng Qiaoer turned around and flew towards Bei'an City again.
She planned to memorize these chess spirits carefully.
Seeing this, Li Rulan also stopped in the air. After thinking for a while, he turned around and flew back to Lijian Peak.
On the top of Lijian Peak, there is a giant sword bound by chains. On the mountain, there is also a Book and Sword Tower, which stores the documents, books, and formulas of Cangxia Sect from past generations.
In his later years, Li Rulan hid his identity and worked as a sweeper in front of Shujian Tower.
But there are very few classics in the building that can be read.
He wanted to search these books to see if there was any record about the mysterious valley where his mother fell.
Before entering, Li Rulan turned back again, sensing the strange aura he had just sensed, and muttered to himself, "If Geng Qiaoer finds him later, she should be able to give him a replacement jade token, right?"
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Wu Niansheng was walking on the mountain road leading to the Ningqing Mountains.
The stone surface of the statue on his chest had begun to peel off, revealing the fresh flesh and blood within.
On the statue, an eye the size of a soybean was rolling around, observing the world through Wu Niansheng's open collar.
Some fleshy tentacles like starfish tentacles extended from the statue and moved gently.
Wu Niansheng suddenly reached out and slapped himself in the face.
Then, he pulled out a wriggling flesh worm from his eye socket.
He threw the worm on the ground, and it burrowed into the ground and disappeared.
He continued to move forward.
Wang Dou by the river was suddenly startled.
He felt as if something was passing by on the road behind him.
But when I turned around, there was nothing.
At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
A light blue floating spiritual light appeared in the sight! !
Wang Dou put away his fishing rod and followed the light to the road.
The light blue aura extended into the ground.
Wang Dou took out a shovel, locked onto the spiritual light, and began digging.
The "bait finding" skill inherited from the angler shines.
After dozens of shovel strokes, Wang Dou, with his quick eyes and hands, grabbed a fleshworm with just three fingers, just like grabbing a loach!
The flesh worm struggled frantically, but for some reason, it felt a little powerless.
It was as if there were some mysterious rules restricting it! !
"What the hell, what kind of top-notch bait is this!?"
"When did the sect produce this thing?!"
Wang Dou put away the worm, and the light blue light in his sight continued towards the mountain gate.
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