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Chapter 358

About half an hour later, Wu Yaochen came to the guest garden.

"I thought I couldn't find it, but I didn't expect it to be kept. It just took me a while to find it."

While talking, he handed over a one-inch-thick thing that looked like a book.

The golden front and back covers are like wood, stiff and thick, and the surface is engraved with the word "囍" in deeper dark gold, as well as the names of Wu Mingquan and her Taoist companion.

Jing Yingrong took the object, did not open it immediately, but looked at Wu Yaochen, and asked, "Have you been beaten by Patriarch Wu again?"

Wu Yaochen didn't seem to be in a panic at the moment, but the qi and blood that hadn't calmed down and the slightly chaotic spiritual power all showed the situation.

Wu Yaochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've been good lately, I didn't do anything wrong. Didn't I clean up the ancestral house just now? In fact, I remembered that my grandmother had left some gifts, and the descendants can get them when they reach the standard of cultivation. Before my mother passed away, she had a golden core cultivation. So she has already got the gifts of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stage, and I am here to get the gift of Nascent Soul. It’s just that the grandma left the gift and set up a test at the same time, so I got hurt a little .”

Jing Yingrong let out an "oh", and turned her eyes to the things in her hands.

She was about to turn over, but the prohibition that appeared on the cover prevented her from moving.

"Blood relatives are required to unseal." She handed the things in front of Wu Yaochen.

Wu Yaochen pressed his palm on the cover, and said in his mouth: "If you didn't mention it, senior sister, I wouldn't have remembered that there is still this thing. I don't know who was invited to the marriage ceremony of my grandmother and grandfather."

After the voice fell, the forbidden light flashed and dissipated.

Jing Yingrong turned to the first page, and Wu Yaochen stood from the opposite side to the side, leaning over to read together.

The entry is vermilion book pages, fresh and gorgeous, depicting patterns representing celebration and blessing.

Wu Yaochen was stunned when he saw it, because there were four small characters printed on the upper left corner of the first page: Taoist Kongji.

And in the middle of the page, there are three big characters:
Li Chengkong.

This is an autograph book of the invited people, and each page corresponds to the autograph of a person present.

Wu Yaochen murmured in a daze: "It turns out that Dao Zun really came..."

Jing Yingrong's eyes paused on the signature for a while, and then turned the page unceremoniously, so fast that Wu Yaochen couldn't help but let out an "eh".

"This is Dao Zun's own handwriting..."

"He has been practicing signature fonts for a long time, and he has seen enough."

"Um?!"

Jing Yingrong ignored Wu Yaochen's astonishment, and turned pages by herself.

Almost every person whose name is in the book is a well-known figure of that era, or a long-established powerhouse, or a budding rookie.

However, because the impact of the person on the first page was too great, Wu Yaochen's emotional ups and downs were limited when he looked at the people behind.

Jing Yingrong's hand turning the page suddenly stopped.

In front of him was a blank page, with the name of the person who should have been there printed on the upper left corner——

Wan Chengxuan.

Wu Yaochen frowned, "I remember this is... the previous dean of Zhenwu Academy?"

"Ah."

Jing Yingrong stared at the empty signature space on the page, with a little thought in his eyes.

Wu Yaochen felt a little surprised.

"Grandmother actually invited him to watch the ceremony, but it seems that he didn't come."

What reacted even more was the Dao artifacts on Jing Yingrong's body.

"Hey, hey, it's not that you didn't invite, but that you didn't go? You girl only invited people she was close with at that time. Is she so familiar with Wan Chengxuan?"

Out of surprise, Ji Yanzhu spoke in a higher tone than usual.

Jishajian: "Will you be absent if you have a good relationship?"

Extreme Flame Bead: "Well...maybe it's because you have something to do and you can't get away. It can't be because you don't want to follow the gift?"

Jijie Pen said: "Mirror, you asked to see the invitation list, is it because you guessed that this might be the result?"

Jing Yingrong responded lightly, then closed the autograph book and returned it to Wu Yaochen.

Wu Yaochen was slightly stunned: "Don't watch it?"

Jing Yingrong: "Don't look at it."

Wu Yaochen: "I'll see who else is there."

After speaking, he opened the booklet and continued to look at the page of Wan Chengxuan.

Jing Yingrong said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Shortly after Wu Mingquan's death, Wan Chengxuan created "Mingyan Shenwu Baolu". This should not be a coincidence."

The Jijie Pen pondered: "It is reasonable to say that creating a kung fu is not a matter of time, it needs long-term accumulation, consideration and polishing, but when Li Chengkong saw him create a kung fu, he almost finished it in one go, and Li Chengkong didn't give up. Complimenting him is a late bloomer. Now it seems that since Wan Chengxuan is familiar with the poor girl, you said last time that "Mingyan Shenwu Baolu" might have something to do with the Emperor Rong clan. Thinking about it this way, he is the one who created the kung fu technique. The timing is indeed not like a mere coincidence."

Jisha Sword: "What you two mean is that Wan Chengxuan started preparing for this exercise a long time ago, but he had to wait until the death of the girl before making it official. Then why did he do this? ?”

Ji Yanzhu: "I don't understand, why don't you try to think about it the other way around? What will happen if he completes the exercises before the death of the girl?"

Jisha Sword: "What can I do? What does it have to do with the girl who created his technique?"

Jijie Pen: "Could it be that he doesn't want the poor girl to know the existence of this exercise? No, there is still something that doesn't make sense...Mirror, you can just say what you think."

But Jing Yingrong said bluntly: "Lack of clues, no more ideas."

"..."

Jing Yingrong looked at Wu Yaochen who had read the autograph book almost, and asked:
"Can your family practice other exercises?"

"Cultivation can be practiced, but the efficiency will be very low, even if it is the "Xuanhong Wendao Tu" of our sect."

Wu Yaochen kept the autograph book away, "The existing exercises of our clan have been improved through generations, and they are completely compatible with the physique of the people, and can make up for the shortcomings of Shouyuan to a certain extent."

He paused, seemed to think of something, and said: "About my family's cultivation method, I had an idea before, I don't know if it is feasible, I want to discuss it with Junior Sister Luo Qiluo after returning to the sect."

Jing Yingrong nodded: "She will be very happy to have the opportunity to learn about the core exercises of the Dirong Clan."

"That couldn't be better."

……

Helian Prefecture, the southern fringe.

Because it is a border, there are no people inhabited, the forest and the sea are boundless under the blue sky, and thousands of mountains are the same blue.

But now, there are some artificial traces among the mountains.

Those are unusually tall sentry towers, growing out of the blue waves like thin bamboo poles.They are separated from each other by five to ten miles, and they form a meandering curve.

This curve extends to the left and right to form a long area.The figures in the area are running around, exploring the mountains, setting traps, or patrolling back and forth.

At this moment, besides the three monks who were originally on duty, there were a few people on the watchtower at the forefront.

Qin Xinyao raised her chin slightly, narrowed her eyes, and looked at a faintly moving black line in the distance.

Behind her, a middle-aged man took a step forward and said, "Patriarch Qin, it seems that the news is true. The monsters are indeed retreating."

(End of this chapter)