Urban Super Dude

"Nine-story glazed tower!"

At this moment.

On the high seat, Ximen Fengyun watched Su Yang leave with a strange color in his eyes.

He used to be Su Wuji's most trusted subordinate, so he naturally knew about the existence of the nine-story glazed tower.

He even knew that the nine-story glazed tower could suppress evil spirits and thus ignore the rules of heaven and earth.

At first.

When Su Wuji passed through the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, he left behind a nine-story glazed tower, and Ximen Fengyun also knew about this.

More than a hundred years ago, Su Wuji disappeared after surviving the tribulation and did not appear for a long time.

Some people speculated that Su Wuzhi failed to survive the tribulation and was dead, but because there was no body, this could not be confirmed.

But Ximen Fengyun knew that Su Wuzhi would never appear again.

because.

He concluded that Su Wuji had not succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, otherwise he would definitely show up, perhaps go to Kunlun Mountain and practice with the energy stones collected previously.

But Su Wuji didn't show up, so the tribulation must have failed.

However, the tribulation failed and there was no nine-story glazed tower, so Su Wuzhi only had two endings.

One, he was seriously injured and died from a thunderstorm, and his body was even turned into dregs.

Second, Su Wuji failed to overcome the tribulation, but he did not die. He was plagued by ominous things, and finally left the earth on the ancient road in the starry sky.

In any case, there is no way Su Wuzhi will show up again.

That's why Ximen Fengyun dared to collude with outsiders, destroy the Su family, and occupy Kunlun Mountain himself.

"Master Ximen."

At this time, Abbot Yuantong, who was sitting not far away, noticed something strange about Ximen Fengyun, clasped his hands together and said, "Do you also want what Su Yang, the benefactor, gave you just now?"

"Abbot Yuantong, how can you see that?" Ximen Fengyun did not admit it and smiled softly.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Yuantong recited the Buddha's name and said: "People have seven emotions and six desires. The poor monk is good at observing people's hearts and will naturally notice them."

"Master Ximen, you have always been calm and calm, and few things can make your heart fluctuate, but just now, there was something strange in your eyes."

Several antique-level figures at the scene all looked at Ximen Fengyun at this moment.

"Master is really observant."

Ximen Fengyun smiled softly and stopped refuting, but he didn't say any more and didn't intend to continue this topic.

"Master Ximen, should you give up your true energy and enter the cultivation system?" Suddenly, Abbot Yuantong said.

The surrounding dignitaries showed a hint of surprise, and they all looked at Ximen Fengyun expectantly, wanting to know Ximen Fengyun's answer.

"Abbot Yuantong, how do you say this?" Ximen Fengyun's expression moved, but he pretended to be calm and asked.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Yuantong continued: "The poor monk once had the honor to sit with Su Wuji and discuss the Tao."

"He didn't hide anything from the poor monk and told the poor monk his secret."

Yuantong looked at Ximen Fengyun and continued: "On today's earth, it is too difficult for cultivators. Once you step into the realm of elixir formation, you will be cursed, and your body will be inauspicious and miserable."

"But Su Wuji has a valuable treasure that can suppress evil spirits. Therefore, after he advances to the realm of pill formation, he can still stay on the earth, so he is invincible in the world."

"Under this starry sky, there are not only ancient martial arts forces, but also powerful cultivation sects."

"The ten ancient clans that are hidden from the world are the cultivation sects, and all the disciples in the sect are cultivators."

Abbot Yuantong spoke eloquently: "Back then, Su Wuji not only suppressed the ancient martial arts world, but also overthrew the ten ancient clans, showing his invincibility. This all relied on a small tower, which he called the nine-story glazed tower. "

"This little pagoda, the poor monk has seen it before. It is the thing in the hands of donor Su Yang just now."

Abbot Yuantong showed a smile and guessed: "Master Ximen, if the poor monk guessed correctly, you should have reached the peak of foundation building."

"But because you are afraid of the auspiciousness, you have not made any breakthroughs yet, so now you are very eager to get the nine-story glazed tower to suppress the auspiciousness, so that you can safely enter the realm of pill formation, so that you can be invincible in the world."

Abbot Yuantong stared at Ximen Fengyun and said, "Master of the Ximen family, yes or no?"

"The pinnacle of foundation building!"

"I didn't expect that Ximen Fengyun would have been exposed to cultivation for a long time. No wonder his appearance is ageless!"

"He is Su Wuji's most trusted subordinate. Su Wuji regards him as his successor. It is not surprising that he knows the cultivation techniques."

"Since Ximen Fengyun has learned the cultivation technique, why did he encourage the major sects to destroy the Kunlun Su family, do such an ungrateful thing, and bear eternal infamy?"

"It must be for Su Wuji's treasure. Didn't you hear what Abbot Yuantong said? This nine-story glazed tower can suppress evil spirits. Ximen Fengyun also wants to be like Su Wuji, who can set foot on the pill without leaving the earth and be invincible in the world! "

"If you are not a poisonous person, you are not a husband. Ximen Fengyun is cruel enough."

…

Several big shots present immediately started talking, and they all stayed away from Ximen Fengyun.

Even the old antique who had cooperated with him in the siege of the Kunlun Su family was wary of Ximen Fengyun.

Because this kind of person is so ambitious that there is no guarantee that he will not reach out to the famous mountain where they are.

"hehe."

Ximen Fengyun chuckled twice, without any explanation, and then closed his eyes to recharge his batteries.

"Abbot Yuantong."

At this time, the philanthropist beside him couldn't help but asked: "Are you sure that what Su Yang just took out is the nine-story glazed tower?"

"Um."

Abbot Yuantong nodded and said: "Although the small pagoda in the hands of Su Yang's benefactor only has three floors, the poor monk can be sure that it must be part of the nine-story glazed pagoda."

"The reason why he made a bet with Zhao Zhiruo, the benefactor of your noble sect, must be because of the accessories on the lotus sword."

Abbot Yuantong smiled and said: "That pointed object is, not surprisingly, the spire of the nine-story glazed pagoda."

"Thank you, Abbot Yuantong, for clarifying my doubts."

The philanthropic master thanked him first, then gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Damn Su Yang, you dare to take advantage of Mount Emei. I will definitely settle this account with you!"

"Master, please don't get angry. Being angry is not good for your health. It can cause endocrine disorders and menstrual disorders. When the time comes..."

Seeing this, Qian Shanxue next to him smiled to comfort Master Charity Master, but as he was talking, he remembered something and changed his words: "Look at me, I almost forgot that Master Charity Master must have gone through menopause due to endocrine disorders at her age. It doesn’t matter.”

"Qianshanxue, you...hum!"

The philanthropist was so angry that she knew she couldn't help Qian Shanxue, so she looked away.

…

At this moment.

Su Yang followed Wang Chongyun to the top of Wudang Mountain.

There is an attic here, which is the Wudang Secret Pavilion, which is the highest place in Wudang Mountain.

The two of them walked in, and soon Wang Chongyun handed Su Yang an envelope and said solemnly: "Master Su, I have kept this letter for decades. My ancestor has told me that only descendants of the Su family can read it. Go out first."

"According to the rules, before viewing the letter, you should burn incense, bathe, and fast for seven days to show respect."

Wang Chongyun added: "However, Mr. Su is a guest from afar, and the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition is going on, so these rules are waived. I won't disturb Mr. Su anymore."

After leaving some words, Wang Chongyun exited the secret pavilion.

Now.

Su Yang was the only one left in the secret cabinet. He was holding a yellowed envelope in his right hand, and his heart was filled with excitement and curiosity.

An old Taoist priest who can predict the future has spanned decades and left himself a letter. The content in it must be useful to him!

So, Su Yang slowly opened the envelope with excitement and solemnity.

But when he saw the content of the letter, he was dumbfounded and almost collapsed.

Letter content:

Hello, I am Wang Yangming. In fact, I am not dead. I am in urgent need of some money to get out of trouble. As long as you transfer 50 million to my card, I will make a comeback in the future and I will guarantee you a lifetime of prosperity. Below is my card number and WeChat ID, after completing the transfer, please add me on WeChat and we will contact you via WeChat.