Shuanghuang thought carefully for a moment, then tapped his not-so-sharp little head. "It seems... he mentioned it. But not often, so he probably isn't an important person to him."
That works too; at least it proves they were indeed from the same era.
Ji Mo Fan let out an "oh," and said, "So it's unrequited love."
Qu Jin is obsessed with the deceased Lu Tong, and even today, nearly three thousand years after his death, he still fantasizes about finding a sense of existence in people who look like him.
"By the way, when you were in the Yuncang Sword Sect, did you meet the sect leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect?" Ji Mo Fan asked Shuang Huang again.
Although Lu Tong's portrait has been passed down through the ages, it has been three thousand years and is now distorted, making it of little reference value.
Why not just ask Lu Tong's little puppet? Although a mechanical brain may not be flexible, it is certainly very rigid.
“I saw him, right when you were holding your Dao Couple Ceremony, young master,” Shuanghuang said. “An ugly old man.”
Jimo Fan: ......
Well, even Ji Mofan had never seen what Qi Yuan looked like when she was young.
Since he entered the Yuncang Sword Sect, Qi Yuan has already looked like this, old and frail.
Even the same person can look very different in their youth and old age. Let alone two completely unrelated people who might only resemble each other in a certain way.
"I can only try to get a portrait of Zhang Qiyuan when she was young to show Shuanghuang next time," Ji Mofan stopped this line of thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What about me? Before you first met me in the Misty Secret Realm, didn't you have any impression of me at all?"
"Not just appearance, but other things...like how you feel?"
Shuanghuang didn't know what riddle Ji Mofan was talking about. He scratched the little braid on his head and said, "There is a little bit, but only a little bit. That's why I'm willing to follow you instead of the person who took the Linglong Pagoda."
Ji Mofan touched his face. "Besides Master Lu Tong's seal, is there any other evidence that can prove that a certain weapon-refining product was made by him?"
Shuanghuang shook his head. "No. Master doesn't like to leave too many traces on his crafted artifacts. He treats us as independent individuals and doesn't want us to be too influenced by him, the creator."
Why is Qu Jin acting strangely towards me for no apparent reason?
Ji Mofan couldn't figure it out, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.
More important than Qu Jin's problem now is to resolve his immortal bones.
He went directly to Xiao Wangyan.
After all, the first time he underwent this kind of surgery was related to Xiao Wangyan.
But Xiao Wangyan shook his head repeatedly when he heard his words, "It has little to do with me. The modification was basically left to that kid Wu Qi."
"Moreover, your current state is different from before. You can no longer be treated as a product of weapon crafting; you are now a living, breathing little person."
"You should be looking for an alchemist, not a weapon refiner."
Jimo Fan: ......
He slapped his forehead, realizing he had forgotten about that.
The bad news is that he just realized the contract that could control Peng Ruo was useless, and used it to solve a problem for Qi Yuan.
Moreover, he overheard when he went to see someone last time that Peng Ruo had interrupted Nan Xun's treatment to make time to accompany her on this trip.
Nan Xun's condition was clearly more serious than his, and since he didn't have a legitimate reason, he was naturally too embarrassed to go back and cause them any more trouble.
Now that he has no alchemists to turn to for help, it's obvious that the operation of transferring immortal bones is not something an ordinary person can do.
Should we go find Changfeng Valley?
But he had just knocked Fang Xian off the stage a few days ago, so it would be a bit awkward to go over there now.
However, when it comes to medical cultivation in the cultivation world, even the Xiaoling Sect has to take a backseat; the most outstanding one is Changfeng Valley.
After much deliberation, he reluctantly went to the door.
Ji Mofan's life used to revolve around the Yun Cang Sword Sect. In Changfeng Valley, besides the chief Ling Yihan, he only knew Fang Xuan.
I sent him a communication talisman at the foot of the mountain, and in no time a bright green figure arrived on a sword.
"What are you doing? Provoking me again?" Fang Xian jumped off his sword, his expression unreadable.
Ji Mofan pointed to the corner of his mouth, "You have vegetables on your face."
Fang Xian: ......
He lowered his head and wiped his face, brushing off a small piece of scallion from his mouth.
"Who told you to come during mealtimes?" he asked, looking up and accusingly.
Ji Mo Fan was stunned by what he said and subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The sun was shining brightly; it was the hour of Si (9-11 AM), well past breakfast time in the dining hall, and there was still some time before lunch.
"Brunch? Never seen it before?" Fang Xuan said matter-of-factly when he saw Ji Mofan glancing at the sun overhead.
I have never seen Jimo Fan before.
However, he didn't dwell on that point and waved his hand to get straight to the point, "I didn't come here today to argue or fight with you."
"You know, my immortal bones were injured a while ago," he said. "Do you know which alchemist can perform an operation like transferring immortal bones?"
Fang Xian raised an eyebrow, his flippant expression fading slightly. "Then you've come to the right place in Changfeng Valley."
He didn't ask Ji Mofan why he lost his immortal bones when he was outside the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament, and he didn't ask where the immortal bones he was going to exchange for came from either. He immediately started to consider the treatment.
“However, since you’re not looking for me this time, we’ll have to follow the normal consultation process at Changfeng Valley. I can only help you make the connection.”
Ji Mo Fanxin said, "I didn't see you ask for much less benefit when you personally helped me."
Despite his inner grumbling, Ji Mofan didn't show it on his face and followed Fang Xian into Changfeng Valley.
It had been almost half a year since he last visited, and Changfeng Valley looked somewhat desolate at that time.
But whether this was a return to the status of one of the five major sects or not, Ji Mofan felt that all the disciples coming and going inside had happy expressions on their faces as he walked in.
Ji Mofan was quiet and inconspicuous, so at first no one noticed him. It was only when someone greeted Fang Xuan that they noticed Ji Mofan standing behind him like a shadow.
"Huh? Isn't that Ji Mo Fan!"
"Senior Brother Jimo, what brings you to our Changfeng Valley?"
"Are you injured? I have some excellent medicine for injuries here. If not, it's okay. I can make you a medicinal meal to help you recover!"
"Get out of here, all you do is flatter. Senior Brother Ji Mo, look at me, my alchemy skills are far superior to his!"
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