Nightwatcher

The picture in front of Xu Qi'an's eyes changed, from blurry to clear in less than a second.

Then, he found himself at the mouth of a certain valley, the valley was quiet, the flowers and plants were withered, the trees were bare, depressed and quiet.

Xu Qian closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and heaved a sigh of relief. The climate was not much different from that of the capital, which meant that the first generation supervisor did not take him out of Dafeng, or to the border. .

For most of the high-level practitioners except Wu Fu, tens of miles and hundreds of miles are a step away.

The warlock in white raised his hand, put his middle finger against his thumb, and a drop of blood popped out, "hum", the blood drop hit the invisible air wall, and the air rippled.

"This is the secret place that I spent a lot of energy building back then. Only me, or my blood, can enter, not even the prison guard. Forcibly breaking in will only make this place collapse."

The warlock in white carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier.

Xu Qi'an penetrated through the thin, transparent air realm, and the scenery in front of his eyes completely changed. The valley was still a valley, but there were no vegetation, and there was only a huge stone plate engraved with various mantras.

The diameter of the stone plate is ten feet, covering almost every inch of land in the valley.

As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt the familiar feeling of dizziness again, like a pregnant woman who couldn't bear to vomit.

"I have carved this formation intermittently for more than 30 years. A total of 108 formations have been combined into one formation. It is unparalleled in offense and defense. It is very difficult for anyone to break through this formation except first-rank supervisors."

The white-clothed warlock explained in a gentle tone.

Why is his secret place not far from the capital? Xu Qi'an frowned, flashing past this doubt.

Xu Qi'an didn't think too much, because his attention was attracted by a mummy sitting cross-legged in the formation.

The clothes on the mummy were rather weird, made of cloth and animal skins, colorful stones were hung around the waist, and layered sweat towel caps were worn on the head.

People from southern Xinjiang?

This is a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.

"He, he is the former leader of the Heavenly Gu Department?!" Xu Qi'an's heart moved, and he expressed his guess.

"That's right, he is the Heavenly Gu old man who stole the great luck with me."

The white-clothed warlock answered every question, and the cloud was calm, as if everything was under control.

"How did he die here?"

Xu Qi'an stared at the mosaiced face of the first supervisor, full of doubts, as if to say: Are you engaging in internal strife?

"He didn't have a long lifespan. He planned a great fortune with me, but he suffered a backlash. Not long after the Battle of Shanhaiguan ended, he died."

The first generation supervisor said with emotion: "Stealing the fortune of the country will naturally suffer backlash, including taking your luck now, and I will also suffer backlash. This is the price that must be borne."

Lina said that the old man Tiangu's purpose in seeking great luck is to restore the sculptures of Confucian saints and re-seal the witch god. Xu Qi'an mused:

"Will he be willing to make your wedding dress for you?"

It is impossible for a strong man who can plan great luck to be unaware of his lifespan and physical condition, so how could he do such a thing as a wedding dress for someone.

The warlock in white stood side by side with Xu Qi'an, looked at the mummy in the center of the formation, and said:

"There is a price to be paid for this gift, and the price is to seal the Gu God. This is the karma between me and him, you don't need to worry about it."

Xu Qi'an was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Do I have to die?"

The warlock in white was silent.

Xu Qi'an turned his head and looked at him sincerely: "I don't care about this luck, this is your thing, I can return it to you."

The warlock in white said slowly:

"When you step into the second rank and become a joint martial artist, you will be able to bear the consequences of losing your luck. But I can't wait that long.

"Wei Yuan is dead, Joan of Arc is dead, and the dragon's veins are scattered. These are the general trends. Qi trainers need to follow the trend. If you don't seize this opportunity, when you are promoted to the second rank, the time will pass.

"To achieve great things, you must seize the opportunity, you should understand."

After a pause, he sighed, "Besides, when you become a martial artist, I may not be able to subdue you again."

A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Qi'an's eyes, he immediately calmed down and asked:

"How did you hide it from the supervisor and put luck on me?"

This question has troubled him for a long time. You must know that Jian is a first-grade warlock, and no one understands luck better than him. How did the first generation manage to keep quiet and let luck sleep on him for twenty years.

The white-clothed warlock looked at the mummy, and said calmly: "This is not my ability, it is the method of the old man Tiangu. It was the same method at the beginning, and he successfully stole the luck without hiding it from the supervisor."

What way? Xu Qi'an waited for a while, but did not wait for the explanation from the white-clothed warlock.

"To untie the bell, you need the person who tied it to extract your luck. You need his help, as well as this great formation."

The white-clothed warlock carried Xu Qi'an, and placed him somewhere that seemed to be understated but concealed a secret, just facing the mummy.

He needed the help of this formation to extract luck, and he started planning thirty years ago. Xu Qi'an felt in his heart that the old silver coin works with thousands of miles.

He didn't resist, and he was powerless to resist. After standing obediently, he asked:

"I really want to know, if blocking the secrets of heaven, can my name be erased."

The warlock in white paused for a moment and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Xu Qi'an smiled expressionlessly:

"It's just a personal curiosity. To what extent can you block a person? Erase him from the world completely? Block a person who is known to the world, how will the world react? Like the emperor, like me.

"Is the world completely forgotten, or is the memory disordered? What will happen if a person who has been shielded from heaven reappears in everyone's sight?

"What is the difference between the close relatives of the shielded person and others?"

The warlock in white looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Qi'an looked at him calmly, "If you write things down on paper in advance, if your close relatives see something that doesn't match your memory, what should you do?"

In the suburbs of Beijing, on the official road.

Xu Pingzhi rode his horse and drove in the direction of Yunlu Academy. The great Confucianist Zhang Shen walked three feet at a time, walking leisurely alongside the horse.

There was a clear air in front of him, and a figure appeared, wearing a Confucian crown and an old Confucian shirt, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"Dean?"

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said in a rather surprised tone, "Why are you here?"

The dean Zhao Shou ignored him, and took out three notes from his arms, and he unfolded one of them, which read:

"If you forget to save (blank) tomorrow, please give the second note to Xu Pingzhi."

There is a gap in the middle, save who? Nothing was written on the paper, or, it was written, but erased.

"What does it mean?"

Looking at the contents of the note, Zhang Shen saw Zhao Shou's unprecedented seriousness, which made him realize that the dean seemed to be in some trouble.

Xu Pingzhi, who was sitting on horseback, frowned. He also saw the note shown by Zhao Shou. Although Second Uncle Xu had never read a book, he was in a public office. After eating royal meals for so many years, he would always come into contact with books and writing , it is impossible to be illiterate at all.

He knew most of the characters on the note, but he didn't know two or three characters.

"I just experienced a big battle, but I can't remember who I fought against, let alone the reason for the fight. Until I found these three notes on my body."

As Zhao Shou said, he unfolded the second piece of paper, on which was written in cinnabar:

"Second Uncle, save me!!"

The red and eye-catching four words were reflected in Xu Pingzhi's pupils, making his pupils shrink suddenly as if they had encountered a strong light.

It made his cheek muscles twitch slightly, and made beads of sweat stand out on his forehead.

Xu Pingzhi hugged his head and screamed in pain. The veins on his forehead were bulging. He fell off the horse, covered his head with his hands, rolled all over the ground in pain, and kept roaring in pain.

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: "Everything will pass!"

What you say is what you say.

Uncle Xu's headache really improved a lot. He gasped for breath, his face was no longer grim because of the pain, and his whole body was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Xu Pingzhi got up slowly, his lips trembling, his rough face was covered with tears at some point.

"It seems that you seem to have remembered something."

Zhao Shou's voice was gentle, and he unfolded the third note, which read: "Go to Jianzhou Quanrong Mountain, find the ancestors of the Wulin League, and you will know when you go."

Mount Quanrong, inside the stone gate.

One by one, wriggling pieces of meat swam around a piece of paper with a line of words written on it:

"It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and save people with him.

"It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and save people with him.

"It is very important to wait for Zhao Shou, the dean of Yunlu Academy, to come and save people with him!

"Say important things three times."

In the dark grotto, an old voice echoed:

"Why is there a note here? I seem to have forgotten something. I have been closed for many years, how can I get out easily. This will consume the few remaining years of my life.

"etc."

One of the pieces of meat squirmed, and rolled out a letter in the corner, which read:

"Senior, in the near future, this junior will encounter a catastrophe. I hope you can help. The reward is that I promise to give you a piece of nine-color lotus root within half a year to help you step into the second-grade union."

In the grotto, the old voice echoed again: "Whose letter, whose letter?"

The voice was a little excited.

"I don't remember, but this letter can be collected by me, which is enough to explain the problem. I seem to have forgotten something. By the way, Zhao Shou, wait for Zhao Shou."

The old voice murmured to himself.

The warlock in white smiled and said:

"It's very interesting. I'm a little surprised that you can think about these questions. But it's not important. It only takes half a quarter of an hour to draw out the luck in your body. Even at this moment, the prison is repelling Saren Agu and coming here, he Nor can it disintegrate the formation that I have spent more than thirty years depicting in half a quarter of an hour.

"Furthermore, here is the method left by the old man Tiangu, which has unknown characteristics."

Unknown characteristics. Is this the reason why luck has been hidden in my body for twenty years? Xu Qi'an suddenly realized, he sighed and said:

"It's really watertight."

The white-clothed warlock didn't speak any more. He stepped on his foot lightly, and a clear light lit up from the bottom of his feet, instantly "igniting" the entire formation. The clear light spread like water waves, illuminating the mantra.

At this moment, Xu Qi'an felt a great sense of crisis, every hair and every nerve was sending "dangerous" signals.

This is the early warning of the crisis and the feedback given by the warriors in the refining realm.

But there is no corresponding picture in my mind. This crisis is mysterious and mysterious, and it seems that it cannot be captured by imaging.

In the dark, he felt that something in his body was moving away, floating up a little bit, about to come out from the top of his head.

The formation is pulling away my luck. Xu Qi'an is so enlightened like a soul.

At this time, the withdrawal of luck stopped, and it seemed that he had encountered an insurmountable hurdle.

At this moment, in the center of the formation, the mummy slowly opened its eyes.

Those eyes only had whites, no eyeballs, and seemed to contain a terrifying vortex.

Click!

Xu Qi'an seemed to hear the sound of the shackles being snapped, a certain shackle that locked Qi Luck on his body was broken, and there was nothing that could stop Qi Luck from being stripped off.

Seeing this, the warlock in white finally smiled.

After 20 years of planning, it is finally complete and accomplished.

But the next moment, his smiling face froze.

The huge and boundless luck that ordinary people cannot see suddenly froze when it was about to leave Xu Qi'an, and then slowly sank and fell back into his body.

"You have other luck on your body that doesn't belong to Dafeng's luck!"

The white-clothed warlock said, his tone could not be heard, but it became low.

"Looks like I made the right bet."

Xu Qi'an was drenched in cold sweat, and felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He obviously had no physical exertion, but he gasped heavily, laughing while panting:

"I've confirmed two things now. First, the luck you hide in my body was refined by you as a Qi practitioner. And the other luck in my body, you didn't refine it. Not yours.

"Secondly, you are different from Jianzheng. Jianzheng's plan is exhaustive, based on his means of "destiny". You are only a second-rank Qi practitioner, and you are still in the human category. You are not everything. I know, for example, you don’t know that I once had an adventure and got a piece of luck from an unknown source. It seems that the two pieces of luck seem to have merged, so you can’t take out the one that belongs to you.”

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha."

His smile is gradually exaggerated, he has the joy of the rest of his life after a catastrophe, and the fear of walking through the gate of hell!

The warlock in white didn't refute, as if acquiescing, smiled and said:

"It just takes more time. It's not difficult for a Qi trainer to refine an extra amount of luck. On the contrary, I want to thank you for your gift, which allowed me to get a lot of luck."

"hahahahahahahaha"

Xu Qi'an was still laughing there, laughing like a psychopath.

Laughing and laughing, the tears came out.

The warlock in white frowned, and his tone was unusually displeased: "What are you laughing at?"

Xu Qi'an wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the white-clothed warlock, a little sad, a little resentful, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth:

"Should I call you the Great Disciple of Jianzheng, or Xu Jiawen Quxing, Master Xu. Or should I call you Dad?"

PS: The next chapter will be about Xu Bai’s prostitution show. You have to be patient to read my book. After you get used to solving crimes, your writing skills are difficult to change. To solve a case is to give the result first, and then find clues. Therefore, a lot of content in the book is first written directly, and then the foreshadowing that has been buried long ago is thrown out.

Because the foreshadowing is relatively obscure, many readers can't remember it, so they think it is unreasonable. This situation also occurred when Joan of Arc "rebelled", and some readers complained. Later, I was deeply impressed by my foreshadowing

The disadvantages of shielding the secrets will be written in the next chapter, don't worry.