Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 111
Dongyuan University was extremely lively today.

Of course, this kind of excitement only refers to one aspect; the students of Dongda University sometimes see some reporters carrying cameras and microphones shuttling around the school; there are even many students who are sometimes asked by reporters if they are familiar with the imitation Xiaonan. Classmates and so on.

This made the students of Dongda University talk about it one by one.

"Oh, Wu Bin, you guys are on the news, you beasts, you really had supper with Cui Yun'er last night, what a beast!"

Fang Xiaonan didn't come to class, but the classroom was still quite lively. Lao Wu and the others had just entered and waited for class, when suddenly a classmate shouted enviously while holding a mobile phone.

"Where is there?" Hearing this, many people immediately gathered over.

"Look for yourselves, Tencent Entertainment News, the front page!"

Hearing this, everyone quickly turned to their mobile phones, and Lao Wu, Ren Zeyu and others also hurriedly looked at it at this time.

Sure enough, he opened it, and soon saw the news titled "Dongda Lantern Festival, Cui Yun'er will imitate Xiaonan and have a supper intimately".

"Look at me, this is me!" Lao Wu pointed to a photo on Tencent Entertainment while holding up the mobile phone in his hand.

"Ha, I'm here, did you see the eighth photo, the frontal photo is so handsome!" Ren Zeyu also looked at the photo on his mobile phone at this time, his face was full of complacency: "This reporter who took pictures is skilled!"

Zou Fei said proudly, "Hey, I'm in six of the twelve photos, what are you so proud of?"

Seeing the three of them proudly, the students next to them were envious for a while, and asked one after another, "Is it just the six of you?"

"Of course, it's just the six of us. Look... Xiaonan, Cui Yuner, Jin Yanxiu, and the three of us! We still have a photo with Cui Yuner from yesterday!"

Lao Wu complacently took out his mobile phone and showed the photos to everyone, which made everyone envious for a while.

A girl sitting in the corner picked up her mobile phone and looked up the news. There was also a hint of envy in her eyes, but she looked at Yang Qiong who seemed to be buried in a book next to her, and finally turned to the excited people beside her. The boy snorted coldly, and said: "What's so great about Cui Yun'er, if Quan Zhilong and Cui Shengxuan are about the same!"

Hearing this, the boys next to him looked at Yang Qiong who bowed his head silently over there, and sneered, "Hahaha, of course it's great, if you have the ability, go and hook up with Quan Zhilong?"

"That's right, hey. Yang Qiong, isn't that Li Yang of yours quite capable? Ask him to get you Quan Zhilong's signature?"

Hearing this, Yang Qiong rarely retorted, just closed the book in his hand, and walked out quickly with a gloomy face.

Seeing Yang Qiong walk out with a cold face, the boys laughed lightly and said nothing; they sat back in their seats one by one, waiting for class.

At this time, in Qianlong Lake, hundreds of miles away, there are dozens of large and small islands, among them is a hidden island with a radius of several miles, hidden in the deepest part of Qianlong Lake, where there are few people.

The scenery on the island is beautiful, lush and lush, with all kinds of towering trees; in the depths of the jungle, it suddenly becomes clear, and a large-scale and antique courtyard stands out.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there is a huge cyan stone, on which are engraved with three imposing red characters: "Chijiao Island!"

And there is a three-story main building in the courtyard. On the third floor of the main building, apart from the two side rooms on both sides, there is a huge study in the middle.

A majestic old man with red face, snub nose and tiger eyes, and gray hair was standing in front of a long book table, splashing ink, and writing a magnificent "Chibi Nostalgia" in a short time.

As soon as this was finished, a middle-aged man walked in slowly from outside.

"Missing, what's the matter?" The old man put down the brush casually, reached out and walked aside, picked up a wet towel to wipe his hands, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in a low voice.

"Father, the report on the Dongyuan Curse Killing Incident came out a few days ago. I read it, and I think it's better for you to go over it again!" The middle-aged man respectfully sent over a file bag!

"Oh?" The old man frowned slightly with his bushy eyebrows. He dropped the towel and reached for the file bag. After opening it, he casually flipped through it.

"Wu Lingfeng went?"

"Yes!" He is generally in charge of the affairs of the Dongyuan area.

The old man nodded, and flipped through two pages. After seeing the situation and the description of the scene, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, no longer as casually as before, but quickly flipped through.

After turning two more pages, his face changed slightly and he said, "Seven Killing Curse?"

"Yes, it's the Seven Killing Curse!" The middle-aged man said respectfully.

The old man gently put down the file in his hand, put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the window, looked at the vast lake view in the distance, sighed slightly, and said: "I never thought that Liu Yuanxing, the king of the cursed star, would have a descendant who is still alive." To this day, alas, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Heavenly Curse Star?" The middle-aged man froze for a moment, frowned and pondered for a while, and then said in astonishment: "The powerful master of spells in the world two years ago, Heavenly Curse Star?"

"Yes" the old man nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In order to avenge the tragic death of more than a hundred pregnant women in Yu County, Liu Yuanxing used the Seven Killing Curse with the intention of exterminating that day's blood demon lineage at the cost of his own life. In order to prevent the Blood Demon lineage from doing more evil; but in the end, although most of the blood demon lineage was cursed and killed that day, a few unnamed disciples escaped by chance."

"In order to compete for the remains of the blood demon, those people obeyed the last words of the blood demon and slaughtered Liu Yuanxing's family of more than a dozen members; but they didn't expect that Liu Yuanxing would have descendants alive who would pass down the seven killing curses!"

"The Seven Killing Curse has been gradually lost for hundreds of years; since Liu Yuanxing, few people have been able to truly exert its power; but once Liu Baoqiang dies, the inheritance of the Seven Killing Curse may really be cut off like this!"

The old man shook his head lightly and sighed.

"No, father, this Liu Baoqiang may not be dead!" The middle-aged man respectfully said: "Wu Lingfeng has a detailed description on the file at the back!"

"Oh?" A trace of astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes, he turned around and walked quickly back to the desk, picked up the file, and read it carefully.

"Cinnabar Mountain? He's not dead yet?!"

The old man was slightly startled, looked at the scroll, and murmured: "Nine-needle soul-fixing pill, six-turn soul-fixing pill? It seems that you can't go wrong! You can use this kind of spell, and you can still get it. There are only a few people who make this kind of pill!"

"What this person said is not false!"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully, and said: "Since father believes so, then it cannot be wrong!"

"Also, let Wu Lingfeng pay more attention to this young man!" The old man caressed his beard softly: "Go down!"

"Yes, Father!"

After watching the middle-aged man exit the study, the old man frowned slightly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "This young man who came out of nowhere is quite interesting!"

Fang Xiaonan stood at the foot of Tianling Mountain, looked up at the cloud-surrounded Tianling Mountain, recalled some not-so-pleasant memories, exhaled lightly, and strode up the mountain.

In my impression, most of those iron-skeleton plants grow in the cool places on the mountainside of Tianling Mountain. I imitated Xiaonan's stride up the mountain, but I didn't see the iron-skeleton grass all the way.

Until he got close to the cave where Mr. Huang's bones were buried, he still didn't find anything.

Standing in front of the cave, looking at the cave hidden by the phantom formation in front of him, as if Xiaonan stopped for a while, he continued to stride up the mountain.

After going up for another 300 meters, Fang Xiaonan's eyes lit up slightly, and he reached out and cut off two slender, slightly serrated blades of grass from the side of the road. It's iron grass.

But these two are not enough, at least a dozen or so are needed.

Fang Xiaonan then continued to go up the mountain, and walked a hundred meters further, at this time there was already a faint mist.

Looking at the fog in front of him, Fang Xiaonan didn't take it seriously. This is the weirdness of Tianling Mountain. Once halfway up the mountain, it is surrounded by fog all year round; even the people in Qingyun Town rarely really go deep into it. Tianling Mountain, because under such a fog, even locals can easily get lost.

Almost every year, people go missing in Tianling Mountain; even if the rescue team comes to search, it is useless, because once they enter the middle of the mountain, the compass will gradually fail, and it uses some kind of weird strong magnetic interference. It's useless inside.

There have also been scientific research teams who have come here to investigate, but in the end they all came to nothing without any conclusions.

Therefore, everyone in Qingyun Town knows that it's okay to go to Tianling Mountain, but once they find that the fog is getting thicker and the road ahead is lost, they should quickly return to the original road, and everything will be safe.

But if you continue to move forward, seven or eight out of ten will get lost in this mountain forest.

The fog is still very light now, so Fang Xiaonan naturally doesn't need to care about it.

Following a mountain road that seemed to be there, Fang Xiaonan continued to pick five or six iron bone grasses; he saw that there were only three or four roots before he could call it a day, but Fang Xiaonan found that the fog in front of him was getting thicker.

Looking at the path that was already looming in front of him, Fang Xiaonan frowned slightly.

Usually at this time, it is time to turn back, but now there are still three or four sticks in hand, which makes Fang Xiaonan hesitate.

However, after hesitating for a while, Fang Xiaonan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued to walk forward slowly.

After walking another 30 meters in this way, Fang Xiaonan successfully picked two, put them away carefully, and continued to move forward with high spirits.

But after about ten steps, Fang Xiaonan's eyes lit up, because he saw a clump of iron bone grass in front of him, and there were at least seven or eight of them.

Fang Xiaonan stepped forward quickly, and carefully pinched off the iron bone grass. After putting it on, he smiled with satisfaction; when he got up and was about to turn around and leave, he realized that at some point, the place he was in had completely disappeared. Shrouded in thick white mist.

With his eyesight, although he could see five fingers with his hand, the path behind him had disappeared at some point.

(End of this chapter)