Before they even got close, one of them shouted in surprise: "Is this Fellow Daoist Liu from the Wenshi Sect in front of you?"

Liu Qinghuan looked at the other person for a few times, and then thought about it for a moment before remembering the other person's identity. He had met him several times on different occasions, but he was not familiar with it.

He greeted us with a smile, and after greeting us, asked, "Where are you going?"

The other party looked around, with doubts in his eyes, and tentatively said: "The three of us were heading to the Eastern Wilderness Sea together. When we passed by this place, we noticed something strange, so we came to investigate. What was Daoist Liu doing? How could this large area be useless?

The tidal flats are fenced off?"

Another person reminded him: "There are traces of spells all over this place. There should have been a fierce battle just now."

Liu Qinghuan nodded and said: "Yes, Liu met two enemies. They set up a magic circle and lured me here, and they started a big fight."

"Then... are fellow Taoists injured?"

Liu Qinghuan spread his hands: "Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, I was not injured, but it's a pity that those two people ran away. Now that it's over, I want to return to the sect, so I won't delay your schedule!"

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the other party didn't want to ask any more questions. He exchanged a few polite greetings and left with full of suspicion.

Liu Qinghuan stood there for a moment, and then flew back. When he arrived in Jiuxiao City, he went directly to the branch office of the Cultivation Alliance here and came out after half a day.

Within two days, notices about Bu and the three were sent to various immortal cities and sects. In addition to the original appearance of the three, there were also some details about their behavior, their ability to use magic, etc.

When he returned to Wenshi Sect, he laid out some paper and took up a pen to write down the prophecies he had learned earlier.

The clouds are dark, the fog is misty, the rustling cold frost brings melancholy.

Demonic haze penetrates the sun, ghosts cry in the sky, and water flows empty and empty under the moon.

The spring thunder explodes, the sweet rain falls, and the buildings outside the Qingshan Tower are thousands of miles away.

A tree comes out in the east, thirty to seventy buckets, and when will the wind in the five lakes stop?

When Mu Yinyin opened the curtain and came in, she saw Liu Qinghuan standing at the desk with her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

"Qing Huan, what are you doing? Hey, these lines of poetry are..."

Liu Qinghuan came back to her senses and saw a messenger talisman on her body, and asked: "Whose letter is it from?"

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I want you to go to Ziwei Sword Pavilion if you have time."

The prophecies in this chapter were made up by the author. Fortunately, most prophecies and other prophetic poems are written in a blank and in vain style. Some even have no connection between the previous sentence and the following sentence, such as the well-known "Tui Bei Tu"

.So please don’t read it carefully, haha. For this chapter and this paragraph, the author mainly refers to "Master Buxu’s Prophecy Poems". There are borrowings and changes to fit the plot of this book. In addition, 1 dendrobium = 10 buckets, 1 bucket
Chapter completed!