Although she was a cultivator in the Yangshen realm, she had not yet become an immortal, and could not ride on clouds. She had never flown so high.
Flying so high above the sky at this moment is a unique feeling. "I wonder when I can become an immortal." Le Qi thought secretly in his heart.
Fang Jianfei was flying very slowly, of course this was very slow for him, but it was still very fast for Le Qi.
When Fang Jian landed in the forest outside Si'en County on his cloud, Le Qi counted with his fingers and was slightly surprised. "Eighty thousand miles, and it took less than a cup of tea to fly."
Fang Jian smiled faintly. If he hadn't deliberately slowed down his speed, the mere 80,000 miles would only take three breaths of time.
Le Qi's understanding of Fang Jian's strength increased. "This generous Taoist is definitely not an ordinary immortal. He is at least stronger than Fellow Daoist Feng Yu, who has just achieved immortality."
"Old Immortal, let me accompany you to pay tribute to the deceased." Le Qi said to Fang Jian.
Fang Jian nodded and smiled, "Okay."
Then Fang Jian took Le Qi and Hei Haier to Si'en County to buy paper money, incense and candles, and then left the city and came to the hillside in the southeast of the city.
The sun is shining brightly on the southern slope of the mountain. It is Qingming Festival, and wild flowers are blooming everywhere, and the flowers are gorgeous.
But here you can only see a bunch of low earthen mounds, and no decent graves at all.
Le Qi stood in a patch of flowers and looked around at the entire southern slope. Then he said to Fang Jian, "Old Immortal, are you sure your deceased relative is buried here? But there's nothing here."
Of course, Fang Jian had no old friends buried on this southern slope of the mountain. The person buried on this southern slope of the mountain was Le Qi's sister Le Rong.
Although the great catastrophe now made it impossible to deduce the secrets of heaven, for Fang Jian, knowing this information was only a matter of a talisman.
As long as Fang Jian issued an imperial edict, whether it was the Taixuan Province or the Taixuan Bureau, whether it was the underworld or the City God, they would turn the archives upside down and then report the information Fang Jian wanted to know.
Fang Jian was here to enlighten Le Qi, so when faced with Le Qi's question, Fang Jian did not answer. Instead, he asked her, "Do you have any relatives in the secular world?"
Le Qi was slightly startled when he heard this, his gaze gradually became deep and distant. The breeze blew, and the flowers all over the mountain sparkled with bright light. A one-armed woman stood among the flowers and fell into memories.
After a long while, Le Qi came back to his senses and said with a smile, "My apologies, junior. I did have a relative in the secular world, but she later passed away."
"Oh?" Fang Jian asked with a smile, "Did he pass away?"
Le Qi shook his head and said, "No, she didn't die, she left. I don't know where she went."
Fang Jian was surprised when he heard this. This was different from the information recorded in Wen Tianxiang's list.
So Fang Jian asked, "Then why did he leave you?"
Le Qi shook his head dejectedly and said, "I don't know either. I only remember that the night before she left, she gave me a very good meal. It was the fullest I had eaten in all those years. After that, I went to sleep. I slept for a very long time, until the next afternoon. When I woke up, she was gone."
After hearing this, Fang Jian suddenly realized that it seemed that Wen Tianxiang did not remember it wrongly, but his memory was too simple.
Le Qi knew nothing about her sister's death. Her sister Le Rong died of illness at noon the next day, but she did not wake up until the afternoon of the next day.
But there was still a question. Fang Jian asked Le Qi again, "Don't you live with him? Didn't you know he left?"
Le Qi shook his head and said sadly: "At that time, we were still young, our family was broken and we had to beg for a living. We lived in a shabby house. She let me sleep inside and she slept outside. I thought she went out to beg, so I waited for her for a long time, but she never came back."
Fang Jian understood that in troubled times or disaster years, people were very afraid of plague, so there would be people in the city who specialized in "collecting corpses". Once a dead person was found in the city, the corpse collector would transport the body to the mass grave outside the city for burial.
Le Rong was a beggar and slept outside the dilapidated house. He had injuries on his body and had a severe fever before his death. His complexion must have been very bad, so the "experienced" corpse collector knew at a glance that this person was dead, so he sent Le Rong to the mass grave on the south slope of the mountain to bury her.
So Le Qi naturally had no idea about her sister's death, and thought that her sister had found a good family and left her.
After listening to this, Fang Jian turned around and looked at the picturesque Nanshan slope covered with flowers. He asked, "This used to be a mass grave, right?"
Le Qi woke up from his memories, nodded, and replied, "Yes, it was a mass grave seven hundred and twenty years ago."
"The fallen petals on the mass grave are not heartless; they transform into spring mud to protect the flowers." Fang Jian sighed as he looked at the flowers that covered the southern slopes. He then asked Le Qi, "How many years have you been practicing Taoism?"
Le Qi said, "About seven hundred years."
"It's not easy to cultivate to the Yang God Realm in just over 700 years. Your aptitude is also good." Fang Jian nodded.
When Le Qi heard this, she also felt that she had good qualifications, but why didn't God send her thunder tribulation?
Thinking of this, Le Qi immediately bowed respectfully towards Fang Jian and said, "Old Immortal, I would like to ask you a question."
Fang Jian nodded and said, "You go ahead."
Le Qi said, "Do you think this junior has a chance to become an immortal?"
After saying that, Le Qi looked at Fang Jian with hope, nervousness and apprehension in his eyes.
This time, Fang Jian did not reject Le Qi. Instead, he looked carefully and said, "Yes, and no."
"Ah?" Le Qi was surprised and delighted when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Old Immortal, why do you say that?"
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