"Though I know you're not attacking me, I still feel uncomfortable hearing it."
Su Ziye said to Tong Yan, "Inform the people of the Zen Temple. This is the vegetable garden of his family."
There was an unspoken rule in the Cultivation circle that the ownership of the magic treasures without owners should be determined by their location.
Su Ziye was a devil man of the deviant sects, so he didn't care about this rule in the past; but the situation was different now, and the Baotong Zen Temple was treating his poison.
"No need," He Zhan said. "It's because I didn't pick it up."
Su Ziye said, "You're lucky, so you can't argue with me."
He Zhan took out a vial and a boxing glove and put them on the table, asking, "Do you still think it's my luck?"
Tong Yan shifted her gaze from the flying sword to the vial and the boxing glove. "It has nothing to do with luck," she said after observing for a while.
The flying sword, the vial, and the boxing glove were all new, indicating that they hadn't been buried for a long time. Since He Zhan could find them so easily, it meant that they had been buried not too long ago.
It was evident that these treasures were not the treasures of the monks of the previous generation at the Baotong Zen Temple, and they weren't treasures at all.
There was only one explanation: someone had intentionally placed them in the vegetable garden for He Zhan to pick up.
Tong Yan walked back to the window and looked at the vegetable garden, remaining silent; it was unclear what she was thinking.
Lying on the bed, Su Ziye saw the vial and the boxing glove on the table, asking with arched eyebrows, "Are Yu Buhuan and Tu Qiu both dead?"
He Zhan shot him a glance and asked, "Do you know about these things?"
Su Ziye told him about the origins of Yu Buhuan and Tu Qiu's sects, saying, "If my information is correct, they should have joined Bulao Lin a long time ago."
The expression on He Zhan's face changed slightly, and he said, "It has something to do with what happened yesterday."
Tong Yan didn't turn around, saying, "Like I said, this sword is a big trouble."
He Zhan and Su Ziye fixed their gazes on the sword.
The Barren Vase and the diamond boxing glove were the famous magic treasures of the deviant practitioners on the Cold Mountain, but it was evident that this sword was of a much higher state than the two. If these three magic treasures were the remnants of the destruction of Bulao Lin by the orthodox Cultivation sects last night, why would they appear in the vegetable garden of the Baotong Zen Temple and be discovered by He Zhan so easily?
"As I said earlier, I feel that my luck is not a good thing. Besides the reason, I don't think it's luck.
He Zhan said, "It's because it's impossible for such a lucky person to exist in this world. Such a person should have been struck to death by the heavenly thunder a long time ago."
Su Ziye said, "Though I've thought so all these years, how can you explain what has happened in the last few years?"
He Zhan said, "I feel that someone is watching me in secret, and he will provide me with whatever I need, just like what happened today."
Su Ziye laughed and said, "It sounds quite cheerful."
He Zhan forced a smile and said, "But you don't know who that person is, and you don't know what he wants to do. What if one day, someone comes out and says that everything I have is because of him, and he wants to take back everything he has given me, or ask me to do something that I can't do? That's why I've been running away all these years. I refuse to participate in the Law Tournament anymore, and I don't want to have any dealings with those sects. I've been traveling around every day because I'm afraid that one day that person will suddenly appear before me. "
Tong Yan turned around, looked at him, and said, "I think you think too much."
He Zhan was stunned and asked, "Why?"
Tong Yan said, "No schemer would be so stupid. In addition, the magic treasures you picked up are very good. Although your talent is good, it is not too outstanding."
He Zhan said, "I don't understand. Be more direct."
Tong Yan said, "You're not worth it."
He Zhan was somewhat annoyed, exclaiming, "Then, how do you explain what has happened to me over the years? Couldn't a senior master have taken a liking to my talent and trained me in secret? "
Tong Yan said, "Unless it was your real mother."
He Zhan waved his hand, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Tong Yan added, "Judging from the benefits you have obtained over the years, your real mother must be an important figure, like my Master."
He Zhan thought it was reasonable. He pointed at the things on the table and asked, "What about these?"
Su Ziye said while leaning against the headboard, "If you don't mind, you can share them with us."
Tong Yan said, "I want the boxing gloves."
He Zhan said mockingly, "You have a weak body, so these are suitable for you. But what about you?"
Su Ziye said, "The Barren Bottle is a treasure left by the Bloody Demon Church. It's very evil, and you can't use it. So, it's mine."
"Since you are so polite, I won't hold back then."
He Zhan put away the sword and started to cook the porridge.
The porridge was gurgling in the bowl; it would take a long time for it to be ready.
He Zhan took out the flying sword and sat by the window, looking at it under the sunlight for a long time. "What is your name?" he asked. "Why are you here?"
The flying sword couldn't answer his question, no matter how intelligent it was.
It was Tong Yan who answered the question. "It's called the First Child Sword," he said softly while looking at the chessboard. "It was delivered to your hands by someone."
He Zhan was somewhat surprised, asking, "Do you trust my judgment?"
"Of course, there's something fishy about it," Tong Yan said.
He Zhan said, "But you were mocking me just now."
"I wasn't mocking you. If your conjecture is correct, I can only come up with my conjecture."
Tong Yan raised his head and said to him, "That person is your real mother, an important figure in the Cultivation world."
He Zhan shrugged, not knowing what to say.
Tong Yan said, "Many people died on the Cloud Platform last night, and many magic treasures were lost. Let's wait and see what else your real mother will bring to you."
He Zhan said solemnly, "I hope she will bring me a jar of fermented bean curd, savory and spicy."
Su Ziye said while lying on the bed, "That's possible. I don't understand why the monks consider fermented bean curd to be meat when there's no meat in it."
That night.
It seemed that He Zhan's real mother had indeed brought something to them, but they didn't know whether it was a treasure or not.
Judging from its preciousness, it should be a treasure; but it was a person.
Looking at Tong Lu lying unconscious in the vegetable field, He Zhan was at a loss. He looked at Tong Yan and shrugged, asking, "What's going on?"
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The Institute of White Deer had been burning for a day and a night.
The courtyard that had been filled with the sound of reading had turned into ruins, and the air was filled with a burning smell. Even the cliffs had been scorched black.
Standing in front of the ruins of the institute, Pei Baifa lowered his head and closed his eyes, sensing the remaining temperature, his face expressionless.
An elder of the No-Mercy Sect reported, "All the corpses have been identified; Tian Jingren is not among them."
Pei Baifa said in a deep voice, "I'll be away for a while. You people go back and seal off Longevity Mountain."
The group of the No-Mercy Sect was startled.
Due to the suppression of the Western Sea Sword School, the status of the No-Mercy Sect in the Cultivation circle had been declining, and even their ranking at the Plum Meeting had dropped. Now that the sect master had come out from behind closed doors, Xiwang Sun had been killed, the Cloud Platform had been destroyed, and the Western Sea Sword School had been expelled from Chaotian, it was a good opportunity for the No-Mercy Sect to develop; why did they seal off the mountain?
No matter how puzzled they were, nobody dared disobey the sect master's order.
Similarly, nobody dared ask the reason or where they were going.
They only asked when they would return.
The elder asked, "When will Big Brother return?"
Pei Baifa said, "You people will know when he returns."
Having said that, he leapt up on his sword and flew toward the west.
Seeing the sword light disappearing into the twilight, the group of the No-Mercy Sect bowed to see him off, knowing that the sect master was going to do something shocking in the world.
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