One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 322: 323: Mountain and River Qimin Altar Formation

Cen Fu wanted to speak, but he found that he couldn't speak at all.

The thoughts in his mind kept lingering on what he wanted to say. He wanted to create a spell in his mind, so as to mobilize his own magic power to form a spell and untie the constraints and imprisonment of his body. However, his thoughts and ideas seemed to be fixed, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, or like a bug wrapped in oil and wax.

"I ask, you answer." Zhao Fuyun held the lamp in front of Cen Fu, shining it into his eyes, making it impossible for him to see Zhao Fuyun's face clearly even though they were so close.

"What did you ask my mother?"

Zhao Fuyun was right next to them at the time, but if you ask him, he didn't hear anything. He felt like he was suffocating, as if he had sunk into water, and he heard the sound of bubbles and the gurgling of deep water in his ears. The feeling of being suffocated yet with faint sounds made him extremely painful, so he remembers it clearly.

As Zhao Fuyun asked questions, memories from deep within his heart surged up, and at this moment, his condensed thoughts actually loosened.

He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and quickly produced a spell.

The Dharma arises with thoughts, thoughts contain the divine intention, and the mantra is uttered to connect the inside and the outside.

The word "solution" was brewing in his mind, and he was about to speak it out loud.

This spell with the word "jie" in it is the unique skill of his master's school of magic, and it is said that this spell can solve all problems.

However, his master's Jiefa School had declined rapidly since the death of its founder. Moreover, more than 20 years ago, he suddenly heard that the founder was not dead after all, but was hiding in a secret place, joined the Daluo Secret Sect, and ambushed and killed Wu Nian, the Jindan Patriarch of Tiandu Mountain.

Later, he wanted to kill Xun Lanyin, the newly promoted Jindan of Tiandu Mountain, but was ambushed by people from Tiandu Mountain instead. He finally escaped by using a magic trick, but thus revealed his identity, which led to the collapse of the Jie Fa faction.

After he heard the news, he felt a little sad, but he did not have deep feelings for the Jie Fa faction because he left there very early.

He was a little confused about why the founder of the Jiefa School wanted to kill the Jindan cultivator, but he also understood it because he had read a book on cultivation written by the founder of the Jiefa School. There was a sentence in it that said: "If the Jindan of a cultivator is used to refine elixirs, can it be used to break through realms or prolong life?"

Just as he was about to utter a spell, the originally dim light in front of him suddenly became sharp, and his eyes were reflected with pain, as if they were being pricked by needles.

At the same time, I heard a voice saying, "If you don't want to say it, then there is no need to say it. If you are useless, burn you to death. This will be a good way to commemorate my mother's spirit in heaven."

At this moment, Cen Fu did not dare to utter the spell that was brewing in his chest.

When the light shone on him, he felt a chill in his heart. He seemed to see himself being burned to death by fire. The curse quickly dissipated during his hesitation.

He didn't look at the eldest daughter Zhao Yan because he didn't know what choice he should make after looking at her.

He only looked at the dim and mysterious Zhao Fuyun across the light, and said with a dry mouth: "I am here on the orders of the eldest lady to ask about your mother's origin."

"That's it?" Zhao Fuyun was a little unconvinced.

"Yes, the eldest lady said that everyone who comes out of the polar night is a demon and has secrets hidden in them. Your mother is alone and doesn't seem to have much cultivation. How could she have crossed the polar night and come to the Great Zhou world?"

Zhao Fuyun narrowed his eyes slightly. He discovered from the other party's words that the other party had no idea that his mother had an older sister.

Could it be that even his own father didn't know about this? This thought flashed through Zhao Fuyun's mind.

He couldn't help but think that his mother seemed to have just told him that she had a sister.

Could it be that my mother was alone when she met that man?
At this moment, many doubts arose in his heart.

After her mother died, her aunt took her away and did not take revenge on the Zhao family.

He really didn't know what the relationship between his aunt and his mother was like.

He remembered that Master Xun once said that his mother did not want to live a life of displacement anymore, so she followed his father to the State of Zhao, hoping to settle down there.

And my aunt came here immediately after my mother died, which means that she knew that my mother was here, and perhaps she used magic to prevent my father from finding her.

He suddenly thought that perhaps his father was with his mother for a purpose.

"What do they know specifically?" Zhao Fuyun asked again, adding the word 'they' in his words, meaning not only Meng Qian, but also other people.

"I want to know where she comes from, what her ancestors are like, and what she is doing here?"

After hearing this, Zhao Fuyun was basically certain that his father, Zhao Ze, might have been with his mother for some purpose from the beginning.

He turned around, looked at Zhao Yan who was standing there, and said, "What do you think we should do?"

At this moment, Zhao Yan found that her body was loosened. She knew that Zhao Rang in front of her wanted her to answer.

She thought for a moment and said, "Since you're married to my father, why can't you be more open about it? What else do you need to hide?"

She looked at Zhao Fuyun in front of her, and suddenly wondered if she had given him some secret, which was why he was able to have such powerful skills and magic at such a young age.

"Hide? Why do you say she must be hiding something?" Zhao Fuyun asked back.

"If he can't even clearly explain his own origins, then of course he is hiding something." Zhao Yan said quickly.

Zhao Fuyun was thinking at this time that perhaps his mother had really forgotten, either actively or passively.

After all, apart from telling me that she had a sister, she had never said anything else about the polar night or her background.

"What if she doesn't remember it at all?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, she didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Fuyun continued, "And what about me? What do you think of me? My mother considered this place her final resting place, but she died of illness on this bed."

"We welcome your return. The Zhao family will always welcome you, Zhao Rang. Your surname is Zhao, and this has always been your home." Zhao Yan said tightly.

He chuckled and said, "Oh, if I talk too much, it's inevitable that people will misunderstand that I want to come and recognize my relatives."

He looked back out the window and said, "After such a long time, Zhao Ze should have received the news and is on his way here."
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Madam Meng Qian was a little anxious. Cen Fu had been in there for half an incense stick, but there was no movement at all. If a battle broke out, although she was only at the foundation-building stage, she knew that it would be good if there was movement. If there was no movement, he might be trapped in it too.

Several Purple Mansion cultivators and Zhao State's Taoist soldiers appeared one after another.

She immediately said to one of the monks in armor, "General Wang, please take a group of Taoist soldiers in to take a look."

"I obey your command." After paying his respects, General Wang immediately pointed out five people to follow him in.

These Taoist soldiers all have runes tattooed on their bodies. They are all strong and have a strong murderous aura.

They do not need to combine with evil spirits, but they have the aura of foundation-building cultivators, and evil spirits follow them in every move they make.

Although they do not have corresponding magic spells, the power of their attacks is not weak. They can kill ghosts with their swords and break spells with the swords in their hands.

The armor they wear is also evil armor, which corresponds to the runes tattooed on their bodies.

I saw them as a group of five, shouting loudly, rushing into the yard, and then into the house.

General Wang followed behind him and saw five people rush into the house and then disappear. The house was dark and the armor on the people was black, so it was naturally not easy to see clearly, but at this moment, he felt that they disappeared without any sound.

He was shocked, but without hesitation, he drew his sword and rushed in.

He is a cultivator from Zifu, but he has mastered the swordsmanship. His Dharma principles are centered around close combat, strengthening the body, boosting one's will, and breaking Dharma.

He was wearing armor and jumped into the darkness. It was obviously only a short distance, but with one leap, it seemed as if he had jumped over a long distance. He raised the knife in his hand and chopped it towards the void in the main room.

The knife drew a crescent-like streak of light, passing through the dark and empty door in the main room.

When the knife fell, General Wang felt that he had hit something. He felt as if he had chopped into some kind of door to nothingness, and then rushed into it. What he saw was a vast expanse of darkness and nothingness.

The darkness collapsed, forming invisible ripples. The ripples surged and reached his body, entangling him. When he was about to swing the knife in his hand again, he felt the darkness was as sticky as a quagmire.

His hands and feet were unable to move, and his body was wrapped tightly. His consciousness seemed to be invaded at this moment and became stagnant.

"What...is...going on..."

Although I could figure it out with just one thought, it seemed as if time had stopped and my thoughts had slowed down.

Moreover, he himself did not even realize that he was floating in the void, as if he was wrapped in a bubble and floating in the void.

Just at this moment, the whole Zhaocheng suddenly became a commotion.

This commotion is not a human commotion, but a commotion of the void spiritual energy. The higher the realm, the more people can feel it.

One country, one city.

The whole city was shrouded in a huge formation.

This great formation is the foundation of the Zhao State. The cultivators who have not obtained household registration in it feel very unwell at this moment.

Their own bodies were trembling, their ventricles were fibrillating, their thoughts were trembling, their blood was rushing, rushing out of their cavities, and spraying onto the ground.

However, those who have registered household registration only have a feeling of restlessness. Their jade household registration cards are emitting jade light at this time. This is the function of the Zhao State's jade household registration cards.

Of course, some people have only obtained temporary residence and are also protected.

Everyone in the city knew something was wrong.

Is there an external enemy attacking? Some cultivators thought about it, but they didn't notice that the sudden opening of the formation made many people confused.

A ray of spiritual light fell into the city from a high mountain outside the city.

This ray of spiritual light was magnificent and majestic. It crossed the sky, illuminated the night sky, and fell into Chengze Mansion.

The man was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe and landed in front of a remote courtyard.

This person was none other than the lord of Chengze Mansion, the patriarch of the Zhao family, and the ruler of the State of Zhao - Zhao Ze.

Meng Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although she appeared to be very calm and strong, she had just established her foundation after all. After several Purple Palaces fell into it silently, she was actually a little panicked in her heart.

She wondered if that 'bastard' could be Jindan, but quickly denied it.

From the perspective of the time for cultivation, it is too short.

But if not, how could this evil creature cause several Purple Mansions to fall into it?

The Zifu who came later hesitated and dared not to enter, and just said they would wait for the king to arrive.

Now that King Zhao Ze has arrived, everyone's eyes are on him.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, but anyone could see the suppressed anger in him.

Moreover, judging from the formation he activated, he had no intention of holding back, and had already given his enemy a light blow. Not only did he treat the people in the courtyard as Jindan cultivators, he also treated them as powerful Jindans.

It is said that Zhao's "Mountain and River Altar Formation" can resist Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Master..." Meng Qian had just opened her mouth when Zhao Ze reached out to stop her from speaking. His eyes were filled with mysterious light as he stared at the desolate courtyard in front of him.

In his eyes, it is different from the eyes of others. In the eyes of others, the courtyard is still a courtyard. It cannot be seen clearly in the darkness and it is too quiet and mysterious.

In his eyes, this small courtyard was like a pool of stagnant water.

He was carrying a formation plate and could clearly feel the invisible net formed by the formation in the void. However, this small courtyard was clearly before his eyes, but it seemed to be beyond the formation net.

The courtyard is there, but the space inside it seems to be apart from the world.

"Has anyone seen that evil boy?" Zhao Ze spoke. His voice was very attractive and pleasant to hear, but now it contained a hint of anger.

Meng Xi shook her head and said, "All the people who had seen him were inside and had not come out. However, Chunmei heard Yan'er calling out Zhao Rang's name."

Zhao Ze took a deep breath. He knew the maidservant following his eldest daughter. She had never seen his evil son. As for whether she had ever heard of the name Zhao Rang, he was not sure.

However, he felt that it was likely to be the case.

But how could that evil boy be able to trap so many people in the Purple Palace?
Is it one's own cultivation, or some powerful magic weapon?

He pondered for a moment, and Meng Xi beside him said, "Master, no matter who is inside, the other party must be well prepared. Don't be careless!"

"Of course I know." Zhao Ze decided to first confirm whether the other party was his evil son Zhao Rang.

He just stretched out his hand and wiped the void in front of him. A booklet emitting jade light appeared in the void. The booklet seemed transparent and floated in the void. Countless names seemed to be printed in the void.

He just stretched out his hand and the names changed. One of the names jumped out and expanded to become the only one. It was a red name, as if written in blood.

Zhao Ze took a deep breath, closed his eyes, stared at the calm air, and then uttered two words from his chest.

"Zhao Rang!"

His voice was not loud, but it was solemn, with an air of determination and an authority that could not be defied.

As his voice appeared, the entire void seemed to vibrate at this moment, and the surrounding houses, earth, trees, and mountains in the distance were all shouting together.

The "Qimin" in the Shanhe Qimin Altar Formation also refers to "Qimin".

An inexplicable force surged towards the deserted courtyard.

　I'm not Qin Shi Huang, I'm not kidding, here I come.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)