Chapter 378

In the Law Enforcement Hall, the peak masters were still gathered together talking. Suddenly, vast Mystic Qi swept over. Everyone was shocked and pressed their swords, but the next moment the person had already stood in front of them, making everyone stunned for a moment.

Ji Changyun.

". Uncle-Master Ji." The peak masters saluted one after another.

The old man hadn't appeared before people for too long, especially since many people knew that the mountain gate formation had stripped his True Qi by Xiao Tingshu's order... But now Xiao Tingshu seemed to be colluding with foreign enemies. After the necessary etiquette, everyone was so stunned that they didn't know what attitude to face this suddenly arrived figure.

"Where is the mountain gate formation hub?" Ji Changyun asked, turning his head.

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After only a moment of silence, Dai Shanyu immediately stepped forward: "Report to the Sect Master, it is still in the Lotus Heart Pavilion."

"Follow me, one person." Ji Changyun left a sentence and leaped away with his sword.

Without giving others time to react, Dai Shanyu immediately followed.

Arriving at the Lotus Heart Pavilion, many people from the Law Enforcement Hall were still searching and verifying. Ji Changyun walked straight to the depths amidst the stunned gazes. Several Kongdong formation masters were discussing in a low voice in front of the mountain formation. Ji Changyun walked up, and everyone who raised their eyes was stunned.

"Seal this Mystic Qi." Ji Changyun ordered in a flat voice, handing the stain on his sword to several people. "Forbid entry and exit."

". Uncle-Master, this is..."

Ji Changyun didn't answer, watched them complete this order, took back his long sword, and went straight to the Sword Belly Mountain.

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Secret Valley.

Layers of mountains and green, hidden among the cliff cypresses, a small courtyard almost isolated from the world was built against the cliff.

The first morning sun fell in, illuminating the "cha, cha" sound in the courtyard.

Meng Li pressed the bright white sword blade, silently sharpening it one by one.

The whole valley seemed to be only him. He lost his powerful True Qi and couldn't walk out of this small courtyard. In the past few days and nights, he could only repeat these boring and monotonous behaviors again and again.

That person didn't forbid all his behaviors, including practicing swords, but Meng Li had no intention of waving, just putting the sharp sword blade back into the scabbard.

Back in the Valley of Lake Mountain, his master urged him again and again to achieve the three chapters of "Snow Collapse," and he also bit his teeth and moved forward day and night, thinking that as long as he worked hard to arrive, he could rewrite the impending disaster... Now the three chapters of sword and knife were all in his body, and he didn't know what to practice.

He got up and looked at the morning sun for a while, then turned back to the house. He walked straight into the inner hall without stopping. When he pressed his hand on the wall against the mountain, a hoarse voice sounded from behind without warning.

"When did he come back?"

Meng Li turned around. The old man was leaning against the pillar, his robe stained with blood, his hair scattered, his gray-white eyes looking at him, holding a heavy, strange, and beautiful long sword in his arms. Meng Li remembered this person. They had met once on a rainy night in Bowang. He seemed to be the Crane Inspector of Shaolong Road, and had been trailing behind to investigate this case ever since.

But it was still unexpected that he could appear here at this time. The two looked at each other silently for a moment. Meng Li turned around first and whispered: "Last night."

He pressed the wall in front of him, and a wisp of extremely fine True Qi was sent in. Suddenly, water-like ripples spread on the mountain wall. He raised his foot and stepped into the ripples in front of him.

"Do you want to kill him?" Wudong said hoarsely.

Meng Li paused and turned his head. The old man's gray eyes looked at him peacefully: "I'll give you this chance."

"How are you going to kill him?"

"Let's see what he's doing first." Wudong drew his sword and stepped forward, piercing a sword into the center of this ripple. The next moment, Mystic Qi generated lightning from his arm. Amidst the hunting sleeves, the dazzling thunder destroyed everything with a sharp whistle.

Meng Li was forced to retreat three steps by this momentum, looking at the hole revealed in a daze.

"Let's go." Wudong stepped in first without any scruples.

There was no extra corridor. The first thing that entered was the first wide hall. It was not the layout of any common room. It was formed entirely according to the owner's habits—a huge painting directly occupied the front stone wall, two feet wide and five feet long. Dense lines covered this plane, and at a glance, it had a kind of chaotic beauty. But if one stared at every detail, it was extremely clean and orderly.

Formation diagram.

A huge formation diagram drawn with the entire stone hall as a case. Wudong paused in front of this unimaginable complexity and beauty, his gaze completely attracted by it.

He squinted for a long time and pointed five times at the edge with his sword: "This is the five peaks of Kongdong Lotus Heart."

Meng Li looked at the wall painting: "I don't know what those five peaks look like."

But the old man was right. The main framework of this formation diagram was composed of the mountains and water between the Lotus Hearts. They were connected to each other by countless lines that he couldn't understand. And when his gaze tried to enter this layer of structure, those chaotic lines suddenly had a distinction between shallow and deep—countless thin lines in the shallow layer and deeper places were almost invisible. Only in this layer, the hard and cold main framework, a huge, shocking winding thing was vividly circling and coiled on it.

Wudong looked deeply for a long time, withdrew his gaze, and looked at these surrounding furnishings.

This was indeed such a hall. For many days and nights in the past, the man wantonly splashed his formation talent here. A wide and long case table was full of drawn papers, and the huge book wall on the side was filled with all kinds of precious and rare formation books.

Various pens and inks were arranged in a row on the table, and many spiritual formation materials were stacked on the whole wall opposite.

A wide long chair was placed in the middle of all this. Leaning on it, looking up was this huge wall painting, in front was the case table, and with a reach, the books on the shelf could be extracted at will.

Wudong lowered his eyes and looked at this chair. He picked up a few yellowish papers from the side of his hand, making a clear distinction from the other white and thick papers on the case.

Wudong couldn't be counted as a formation master, but he had stepped into the threshold of the way of formation. At this time, looking down, the paper was full of casually drawn patterns, and what was achieved was some useless functions—if you didn't shout the name of the sword, you couldn't pull it out, and so on.

One could almost imagine how the man was comfortably curled up in this chair, casually drawing a few interesting small formations in the gaps of deep thought like a poet, but never putting them into practice.

"Go inside." Wudong finally took a few deep looks at this wall painting and left the hall.

There was no blockade set up at the door of the next hall. Wudong walked in. This hall was filled with the way of tools.

The sword shapes of Kongdong's standard long swords were painted all over the stone wall, but what completely attracted the old man's gaze were a few misty beads arranged in a line.

They were all covered by glass covers, similar in shape, but the painting patterns and designs had many obvious differences, and the materials could also clearly see the new and old.

Wudong's gaze fell toward the beginning. There were no beads placed there, but there was a realistic painting. A mysterious small bead as black as a pupil was drawn on it, surrounded by detailed dismantling drawings about it.

A side of old booklet was placed under it. Wudong opened it to check. The ink marks in it could simply be called fresh and flying.

"【Pupil Bead】

Obtained from the Bronze Palace, suspected to be the companion of a certain magic tool.

Dismantled the formation patterns and analyzed them. Most of them are difficult to understand, but there is no 'faith' in them. Because I know that the isolated bead does not accept any stimulation, what its use is, remains to be explored.

The material seems to be melted from many kinds, but many characteristics are very similar to 'Heart Amber', suspected to be related to the perception of human mind and spirit.

Verification:

Dismantle the six layers of painting patterns one by one, and then polish the Heart Amber into exactly the same shape, and engrave the formation patterns on it layer by layer, thus obtaining a complete imitation.

Wear the finished tool with you, and supply it with True Qi. It can record what one sees and hears, but direct observation with the naked eye makes what one sees distorted and jumping. Suspect that there must be a 'decoding' tool.

Dim as beautiful jade, divine and excellent, worn by a gentleman, name it 【See Body】.

Because I know the ability of 【Pupil Bead】, it should be close to this."

Wudong stayed for a moment and moved his eyes to the first bead next to it. Sure enough, it was already a physical object carved from Heart Amber, but it was not the "See Body" mentioned above.

A small line of dry and old ink characters under it, the handwriting was still the same person—not everyone could write such calligraphy—but the spirit in it suddenly suppressed into a coldness that was almost cruel.

"Spring of Guihai. The many peculiarities of the original object are obtained from the material. The painting patterns must be modified. Change the True Qi loop to a Mystic Qi loop, no need for the wearer to supply it, and also avoid being noticed by others."

"Name it 【Know Other】."

"Spring of Guihai... that was twenty years ago."

Wudong swept over with light eyes. He remembered what Sui Zaihua had said about what happened twenty years ago. And since that snowy night, the man had changed the name of the same magic tool, and his attitude had turned from "worn by a gentleman" to "avoid being noticed by others."

The variants that followed were all done after he joined the Huan Si Lou. The genius from a remote background indeed obtained the resources he once wanted to pursue, and his talent in both formation and tool ways was fully exerted here.

Until another huge turning point occurred ten years later.

(End of chapter)