Chapter 58
Elder Ming Zong grabbed Ming Chengxi and asked eagerly, "How could this happen, where is the disciple of Qian Yunzong?"
"Don't look, you're still young, so you can't see." Ming Chengxi hugged Mingkong Zilin in his arms, preventing her from looking at the people lying on the open ground.
Then he replied to Ming Zong: "As soon as Long Ya was born, these people fought with the top ten sects. Taking this opportunity, I took the disciples away from the back and sent them to the post station. But I was worried about the girl, and Come back here and wait."
Ming Cheng spread his arms and said, "When I get here, it is what I am now."
Ming Zong showed a relieved expression, patted Ming Chengxi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Well done, you have protected so many disciples, you deserve a lot of credit."
"Where, where, thanks to your help." Ming Chengxi replied with a big smile.
At this time, he saw the faint fluorescence in Ming Zong's pupils, and immediately put away his smile and asked, "Ming Zong, did you take off the concentration ring?"
Ming Zong shrugged: "It's not because of the girl, how dare I break into this river bank if I don't pick it."
Now that the disciples had already evacuated, there was no need for Ming Zong and others to stay here. The two of them took Mingkong Zilin with them and flew non-stop to Jingpuya station.
In the post station, the disciples of Qianyunzong were busy registering the number of heaven and earth crystals. This time the evacuation was extremely hasty, and many materials for the formation were not brought back. However, after calculating the number of heaven and earth crystals, Ming Chengxi was overjoyed. The income from selling formations this time was six times higher than that from selling in the sect.
Putting the money into a box, he decided to return to the sect as soon as possible, but Ming Zong refused to leave, he just asked him to take Mingkong Zilin back.
"Ming Zong, what are you thinking? Jingpuya is now in such a state, do you still want to get a share of the pie if you stay here?"
Ming Zong shook his head and denied: "I'm not staying here to cut off the dragon's teeth, but to have other things."
These words made Ming Chengxi even more puzzled: "If there are other things, can't you come back in two months? Why join in the fun now."
"I have my own sense of proportion, and I won't take any risks."
No matter how Ming Chengxi tried to persuade him, Ming would have to stay on Jingpu Cliff for life and death.
Zheng Qiu was also full of question marks about Master Ming Zong's decision. This time he came to Jingpuya for nothing. Now that there is a lot of fighting outside, Master refuses to leave. It's really strange.
After Ming Chengxi left, Master Ming Zong locked himself in the room. Except for meal time, he would come out to watch Zheng Qiu eat herbs, and no one could see him at other times.
In the room, two wooden tables were joined together. On the table was a large map measuring two and a half feet long and wide. The map was filled with mountains and rivers, which was exactly the landform of Jingbao Cliff.
Master Mingzong picked up the pen, drew lines for a while, circled for a while, observed repeatedly around the map, and filled in notes in the circles drawn from time to time.
In the blank corner of the map, he wrote down the words "Surprised water manifests spirits, and the waterfall altar is vast". After so many days of speculation, he became more and more convinced that these eight words referred to the location of the spiritual wheel.
Jingshui, Jingshui seems to refer to the river water of Jingpuya. According to this idea, Master Ming Zong marked the direction of Jingpuya river on the map. The post station of Qianyunzong is in the upper reaches of the river.
On the way from the post station to the waterfall, on the way back with Zilin girl, he purposely flew near the river to check, but found nothing. After passing the waterfall is the downstream of the river, but I have never looked in that direction.
Master Ming Zong used a pen to outline the direction of the downstream river. Perhaps it was because of the erosion of the waterfall. The downstream river course was not straight, but curved and serpentine. There were many tributaries at the corners, which flowed to different peaks.
Faced with so many tributaries and the complicated direction of the river, he suddenly lost his mind. He couldn't find them one by one. Then he had to find the year of the monkey. He turned his head and continued to figure out the meaning of the eight characters. He still had no idea what the vastness was.
Is it a place? Or is it time?
While he was meditating, there was a noise outside the house. Could it be that the people fighting for the broken water dragon tooth came here? Master Mingzong was worried, so he hurried out to have a look.
Hastily going downstairs, he saw a dozen or so practitioners arguing loudly in the hall of the post station. These practitioners gathered around a tea table, and a map was spread on the table.
Master Ming Zong walked up to the foreign sect disciple on duty and asked him, "Why are these people arguing here? Do they want to fight?"
The disciples of the foreign sect moved closer to Ming Zong's ear, and replied in a low voice: "Elder, these people just got off the Tianzhou boat, and they also came to grab the dragon's teeth."
The disciple quietly pointed to the map on the tea table: "They want to intercept them halfway, but they can't decide the direction to intercept them."
These practitioners are arguing louder and louder.
"There must be no one upstream, which fool would run to the station now."
"That's right, people who carry heavy treasures will not come to the station, they should go to Buhe Peak to stop."
"Buhe Peak is alone, what do you rely on to block it? Go to the rotten water swamp."
"You can't enter the rotten water swamp, go to the nearby green hill to ambush."
"You idiots, do you think others are also idiots? Pigs won't be fooled by such pocket terrains as hillocks and rotten swamps..."
Cangqiu? The quarreling words of the practitioners caught the attention of Master Ming Zong. He pulled the disciples of the Outer Sect and asked, "What are they talking about Cangqiu?"
"Cangqiu is a mountain, just leaning against the southwest of the Rotten Swamp."
Master Ming Zong muttered, recalling the map in the room in his head: "Cangqiu is in the southwest of the Rotten Swamp..."
The disciple of the outer sect added: "Yes, there is a vast hill to the northeast of the rotten water swamp, which just wraps the swamp inside. It is a big pocket..."
Before the disciples of the foreign sect finished speaking, the elder disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Pa, kicked the door open, Master Mingzong rushed to the table, bent down to look for the rotten water swamp on the map. Sure enough, there is a very inconspicuous tributary downstream, and the end is painted with rippling grass, and the name under the grass is the rotten water swamp.
He looked at both sides of the swamp, the Cang Qiu was in the southwest, and the Mang Qiu was in the northeast. Isn't that just the word Cang Mang? It must be here, the roulette that can measure spirituality must be at this position. Master Mingzong rolled up the map and ran out of the room to find Zheng Qiu.
Zheng Qiu sat in the house, changing the water for the grass on his neck, and just filled the porcelain bottle when the master kicked open the door and ran in.
"Apprentice, let's go!" Master Ming Zong grabbed Zheng Qiu's arm and pulled it away without saying a word.
"What's the matter, master? Did someone call the post?" Zheng Qiu's question didn't get a response, so he quickly grabbed the grass on the table and randomly stuffed it into the porcelain bottle.
Running out of the gate of the inn, Zheng Qiu didn't see anyone fighting, and before he had time to think about it, he was carried on the shoulders by his master.
"Time waits for no one, apprentice, get it right." Master Ming Zong's words fell, and a large wave of air rushed out from the soles of his feet. Peng, there was a muffled sound, and the khaki streamer flew into the sky.