Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 267: Ladder to the Floating Mountain
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The whistling autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves and filled the sky.

Feng Qingyan, dressed in white as white as snow, stood quietly under the pavilion, watching Zi Yaqin leave.

Behind him, the left and right young historians were still following, and they were recording this scene with pens, even the farewell song sung by Feng Qingyan was recorded word for word.

When the ox cart disappeared into the horizon, Feng Qingyan did not leave immediately.

At this moment, his brows slightly frowned, and he squinted his eyes and looked around, as if he felt a looming murderous aura.

Someone wants to kill me?
Feng Qingyan was not surprised.

He was somewhat surprised that someone actually dared to take action.

Could it be the Ghost King of Youdu?
He began to guess.

In the Zhou Dynasty, the person who wanted him dead the most might be Youdu. Of course, nothing is absolute, but it is possible that it is a saintly person, or even a Confucian.

Who knows?

However, it could also be his illusion.

Because the murderous intent was so faint, so faint that he could hardly feel it.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible for him to feel it.

So he wasn't sure.

At this time, the left and right young historians looked at each other and vaguely realized that there was something wrong with the aura of canonization, but they did not ask any questions.

Their duty is only to record the words and deeds of the canonized saints.

"Murderous."

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

At this moment, he finally caught a glimpse of murderous intent.

The murderous aura was very faint, and seemed to have come from the northwest on the autumn wind, blowing right onto him, allowing him to catch it.

Upon hearing this, the left and right young historians immediately became alert.

That gentle gaze immediately became as sharp as a knife, scanning the surroundings coldly.

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked towards the northwest and frowned. He no longer felt the presence of murderous aura, and it seemed that the person who wanted to kill him had left.

gone?

He sensed it carefully.

It seemed like he had really left, perhaps he had given up on killing him.

At this time he stepped into the sky, but did not chase towards the northwest. Instead, he transformed into a big roc and flew back towards the Zangshan Academy.

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to miles."

A huge shadow of a roc appeared above Feng Qingyan, spread its wings and flew away.

The left and right young historians were stunned for a moment, then took off into the air and chased after him.

However, their "rapid rise to fame" was unable to catch up with Feng Qingyan, so they had no choice but to use "Wind Rising from Ninety Thousand Miles" and transform themselves into a great roc and fly away like Feng Qingyan.

"Murderous?"

At this time, a figure landed where Feng Qingyan had just stood, and looked towards the northwest in confusion, unable to help but feeling a little surprised.

Why didn't he sense the murderous intent?
One is at the level of scholar, the other is at the level of King Wen. Why can the one at the level of scholar sense it, but the one at the level of King Wen cannot?

Dong Lou Hui frowned slightly.

But at this time, he couldn't leave Feng Qingyan too far and search northwest...

"Really murderous?"

Dong Louhui was a little hesitant, and at this moment he couldn't be sure whether there was any murderous intent.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and chased after Feng Qingyan.

Regardless of whether there is murderous intent or not, Feng Qingyan's safety is the most important thing, and it is possible that this is the enemy's strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

After Dong Lou Hui left.

In a forest ten miles northwest, a young man in white clothes was already sweating profusely.

At this moment, he sensed that Feng Qingyan and the others had left, and he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, but he could not imagine that a virtual saint who was only a scholar could actually sense murderous aura ten miles away.

And it was the murderous intent that he accidentally leaked out.

too frightening.

Fortunately, he gave up the idea and gave up completely in his heart.

After a while, he recovered and said to himself: "This is also good, I can get close to Xu Sheng..." At this time, he had completely given up, and there was no murderous intent in his heart. Naturally, he could get close to Xu Sheng and even have a chance to enter the Zangshan Academy.

"Before you reach the age of twenty, you have been able to glimpse the holy realm. You are indeed a genius."

The young man in white exclaimed in his heart.

"But isn't the Holy Road cut off? Why can Feng Qingyan still glimpse the Holy Realm?" The young man in white couldn't figure it out, so he pondered and said to himself: "Could it be that the Holy Road has reappeared?"

"Does this mean that the Heavenly Ladder and Fushan Mountain can be reconnected?"

At this moment, the young man in white's eyes lit up, and he felt a little excited. If the ladder could reconnect, would it mean...

Unfortunately, it was just his guess.

"Let's go to Bocheng and have a look..."

The young man in white whispered.

An autumn wind blew, and he suddenly turned into a white mist and gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.

Not long after, a faint white mist appeared on the bank of Lingshui River, a hundred miles away from Bocheng, and a young man in white clothes walked out of the white mist.

The white fog dispersed.

He stood by the Lingshui River, looked towards the Zangshan Academy, and then walked towards Bocheng.

However, he suddenly stopped, turned back to the Lingshui River, looked at his reflection in the river, and frowned slightly.

Between his eyebrows, there was a small ball of faint white mist.

This is the Mark of the Mist.

He pondered for a moment, then scooped up the river water with both hands and wiped it between his eyebrows.

The mark of fog between the eyebrows was hidden.

However, it is still possible that it could be seen through by a great scholar, and even a virtual saint at the level of a scholar could not hide it.

After all, Xu Sheng could sense his murderous aura ten miles away.

At this time, he stood up with a frown, looked around, and his gaze finally fell on the burial mountain.

There are gods in the burial mountain.

He saw it at a glance.

Unfortunately, there is a academy at the foot of the burial mountain, which is one of the 81 academies of Confucianism.

Therefore, he could not ask the Mountain Burial God for help.

Then who should we look for?
If it was Dongshan Jun who took action, even a great sage would not be able to see through the mark between his brows, but Dongshan Jun is already the Dongshan Jun of the Zhou Dynasty...

He sighed.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, and then his body gradually turned into white mist.

The white mist dissipated upstream and downstream along the Lingshui River.

After a while, the white mist dissipated towards the downstream of Lingshui River, looking like mist emitted by the river water.

After the white fog drifted for who knows how many miles, perhaps hundreds of miles, or perhaps thousands of miles, it finally stopped.

A figure in white clothes walked out of the white mist, looked at the Lingshui River and said calmly: "Wu Bai has met the Spiritual Water God."

But Lingshui River did not respond.

The young man in white couldn't help but smile and said, "Wu Bai has no other intentions. He just wants a drop of rootless water."

Lingshui River still did not respond.

"In that case, Wu Bai will have to take it himself. I hope the Spiritual Water God will forgive me." The young man in white clothes groaned for a moment, and his body turned into white mist again and merged into the Spiritual Water River.

A moment later, the Lingshui River suddenly surged, raising huge waves several feet high, as if it was angry.

A blurry water shadow appeared, looking extremely angry, but facing the young man in white, he could do nothing and could only watch as a drop of rootless water was taken away.

The white fog dispersed.

The young man in white has snatched a drop of rootless water from the hands of the Spirit Water God.

"Wu Bai thanks the Spirit Water God."

The young man in white applied the rootless water between his eyebrows.

At this moment, even great scholars, or even great sages, would find it difficult to spot the mark of fog between his brows. He looked at the still angry Spirit Water God, smiled and said, "Wu Bai will definitely help you take the position of River God someday..."

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(End of this chapter)