Chapter 71: Copy

In the county office, Sister Xing Zhi looked at the things placed in front of her: wooden beads, books... and Ming Qitian.

What could be seen from this?

She remembered the Black Dragon's explanation: "He only needs to touch a certain number of related objects to directly lock onto the target, but we have to use our brains to deduce—this might be slower than Him, but it might also be faster."

The martial arts book seemed to have some connection with Ming Qitian, but Sister Xing Zhi flipped through it and didn't see Yunlang Mountain's martial arts.

This was normal. Although this volume even recorded "Strange Arts Absolute Classic"—even though it couldn't list those names, just boasting as a category—this was because it was listed among the "Five Great Ascension Opportunities" of the Jianghu rumors.

And the disciples of Yunlang Mountain were few and somewhat detached from the world; only those with considerable status could know some details.

Thinking and thinking, she suddenly thought of another possibility: Could it be... that the thing the Immortal Lord wanted to destroy was Ming Qitian herself?

Although she didn't know the level of the Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord, if it were said that Ming Qitian had the qualifications to threaten Him in the future, presumably no one would doubt it.

She thought of her own question again: "Can they only find related things? Is there any possibility of finding this thing directly?"

"Possible." The Black Dragon's calm voice was as if in her ear.

"Wooden beads, books, and Ming Qitian." The black cat said in a low voice on his shoulder.

"What?" Pei Ye asked.

"Information from the three hosts." The black cat said, "They locked onto these three things respectively."

"What is the relationship between these three things?"

"It's not that there is a relationship between them, but that they all point to that thing on different levels." The black cat said, "For example, the bead might represent that the thing is made of wood, or is a spherical shape..."

"Hmm... a spherical martial art related to Ming Qitian?"

"... Let's find some more clues." The black cat sighed lightly, "Follow it closely first—it turned, what place is that?"

"Martial arts hall."

Pei Ye took two quick steps forward, and that familiar big courtyard appeared before his eyes.

There was a burst of noise inside, and children of all sizes were cheering.

"Master Huang! Master Huang is here! Sit down quickly!"

With a clatter, the children sat up straight, and a martial-arts-clothed old man in his fifties, wearing a belt, walked out slowly.

On the night of the rainstorm at the county office, three masters from the martial arts hall were summoned, and none of them returned.

Master Huang was old and injured, originally the most leisurely master in the martial arts hall, but now he had become the pillar, teaching four classes a day.

"Is anyone slacking off?" he said in a rough voice.

"No!"

"Zhao Feihu is slacking off!"

"Fart!"

"Exactly! He spent two quarters of an hour pooping!"

"Zhao Feihu, do you have that much poop?" Master Huang said expressionlessly.

The children burst into laughter. Zhao Feihu stood up with a flushed face, lowering his head and not speaking.

"I'll spare you this once, don't let it happen again!" Master Huang said majestically, "Sit down."

Pei Ye had never seen this face before. He thought that since the several strict masters had been harmed, he had to play this role.

Master Huang sat down slowly and said slowly: "Today we will talk about the twentieth chapter of 'Heroic Bones Remnant'."

As soon as the words fell, before the children's cheers could rise, a person walked in at the door, wearing a straw hat and unable to see his face.

Master Huang frowned, stretched his head to look for a while, and vaguely recognized the figure: "Is it... Brother Zheng Guang? What's the matter?"

However, the person just walked straight in, passed a group of apprentices, passed Master Huang, and went into the room.

The deep blue that flashed under the straw hat made Master Huang's heart tighten. Just as he was about to reach out and pull the other party, his wrist was first gripped by someone behind him.

Master Huang turned his head in surprise, and a familiar yet strange young face appeared behind him, with a graceful black cat squatting on his shoulder.

"Li, Little Pei?!" Master Huang was stunned.

Pei Ye nodded, pointed to the old farmer walking in, and held up a finger: "Shh."

The black cat on his shoulder jumped lightly and followed the old farmer in.

Master Huang looked at him in a daze. Pei Ye smiled: "Master Huang, official business at the county office, it will be fine in a while."

Master Huang nodded as if he understood, and actually stopped caring about what was happening in the room, holding Pei Ye and saying to a group of children who were looking forward: "You don't recognize him, this is the apprentice with the highest talent in our hall before."

The children's expressions were the same as Master Huang's just now, as if they understood but didn't.

Master Huang said again: "It's Pei Ye."

With a boom of exclamations, the martial arts hall was filled with noise. Who killed the murderer of the Seventh Life Realm a few days ago had already been told countless times by the few youths who returned.

Looking at these excited and admiring faces, Pei Ye was slightly dazed—this was the contradiction between the identities of the phoenix tail and the chicken head.

He smiled and nodded: "When things are done, I will come back to train with everyone."

Master Huang said in a deep voice: "Little Pei is going to the prefecture to participate in the Golden Autumn Wu Gong Competition next month, you should learn more from him."

At this time, the black cat walked out with a stack of papers in its mouth. Pei Ye reached out to take them. Looking at them, it was the twentieth chapter of "Heroic Bones Remnant" copied by Master Huang in a crooked way.

"Master Huang, I have to take this thing away." Pei Ye raised his hand toward Master Huang.

Master Huang took two steps over and pressed his hand down, his broad figure blocking the curious eyes of the children, and said loudly: "What is a fist scripture worth? It has all been taught, take it."

Pei Ye laughed and cupped his hands: "I will come to ask Master Huang for advice in a few days."

"Can I still give you advice? Get lost."

"Someone will come to deal with the matter in the room." Pei Ye smiled, gripped his wrist, whispered a word, and turned to hold the cat and jump over the wall.

Master Huang was stunned for a moment and turned into the room.

He saw that everything was set up as before, only the copy under the pillow had disappeared.

'Where is Zheng Guang?'

Suddenly, a black color entered the lower end of his field of vision. He lowered his head, and a human-shaped ash was spread quietly on the ground, the embers not yet extinguished.

On the other side, Pei Ye jumped over the wall. In his mind, there was still the image of more than a dozen faces full of vitality looking at him. He patted the black cat and whispered: "Do you really think that even if it means burying the entire Bowang Prefecture, we must stop Him?"

The black cat looked at the youth's bewildered face, its emerald eyes peaceful and quiet, and firm. It said softly: "Language cannot convince you, Pei Ye, you just need to... see Him once."

"Doesn't it count as seeing Him before? He was still in my body."

"Doesn't count." The black cat shook its head, its tail patting the youth's neck, "But luckily you are unfortunate enough, maybe you can see Him today."

"That... I don't really want to see Him that much." Pei Ye muttered, opening the copy in his hand, "Where does this point to?"

"Open it and see." The black cat sighed lightly, that cold interest returning after a long time, "And then use your little brain to think."

"A spherical martial art related to Ming Qitian with very ugly handwriting." Pei Ye said bluntly. ===== CHAPTER 72 =====