Feng Family Cave.

At night, Elder Zhang and Elder Feng sat opposite each other and drank with a serious expression.

"Brother Zhang, are you talking about... Huangquan?" Elder Feng frowned.

As soon as the word "Huangquan" was said, the atmosphere in the room became a little colder.

Elder Zhang nodded and said in a deep voice: "It seems that someone wants to open the 'Huangquan' road in Kanzhou..."

Elder Feng frowned, "Who?"

Elder Zhang shook his head, "Old ancestors and the others are not considered..."

Elder Feng's face became even more serious, and after a moment, he asked in a narrow voice: "Is there really something like... 'Huangquan'?"

Elder Zhang looked ugly and said slowly:

"In the ancient records of Kanzhou ten thousand years ago, there is indeed the word "Huangquan", which is called a major disaster of extinction in the state."

"But what exactly is this 'Yellow Spring'?"

"Is it a big monster, a big ghost, a big corpse?"

"Is it a certain demon cave, an ancient Taoist, or a killing disaster in heaven and earth, a calamity of cause and effect... no one knows at all."

"I am still confused about how to open the Huangquan Road and what it means."

Elder Feng said: "Since you don't know anything... Brother Zhang, how do you know that there are signs that the 'Huangquan' will be opened in the road in Kanzhou?"

Elder Zhang said in a cold voice: "The ancestors asked for a dream, and there were evil signs in the dream. The boundary of Canglan Prefecture was destroyed. The gloomy yellow spring water flowed along the river to the entire Kanzhou, distorting all living things."

"The entire Kanzhou has become a suburb of the underworld where yin and yang are inseparable, and humans and ghosts are inseparable..."

Just thinking about this picture made Elder Feng feel a little chilled.

Elder Zhang sighed: "The disaster of the Yellow Spring is recorded in the ancient chronicles of all states."

"The cultivation world is divided into nine states, Daozhou is in the middle, and the other eight states follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams and protect the center."

"My Zhang family lives in Kanzhou. Kan is water."

"The Yellow Spring is also the water of the Nine Netherworlds."

"If we follow the principles of the Eight Trigrams, the disaster of Huangquan must start from Kanzhou. This is the source of the Nine Nethers and the origin of Huangquan."

"If the disaster of Huangquan in Kanzhou is born, my Zhang family will be the first to be affected. The family's foundation is here, and I dare not do my best..."

Elder Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes were worried, but at the same time he looked confused:

"Brother Zhang, I have something to do."

"Brother Feng, please tell me." Elder Zhang said.

Elder Feng said: "You and I look at the Qianxuezhou area, with a crowd of people, and a beautiful scene. We can see that the world is peaceful, the nine provinces are prosperous, and the area is prosperous..."

"But..." Elder Feng frowned, "As Brother Zhang said, Kanzhou has a problem with the Yellow Springs, Lizhou has a rebellion in the Southern Wilderness, and there are also occasional truths in various places..."

Elder Feng was a little afraid to mention those two words. He hesitated for a moment, then he held his courage and lowered his voice:

"The evil Taoist causes chaos..."

"So, is the world peaceful, prosperous, or full of injustice and chaos?"

Elder Feng's voice was deeply puzzled.

Elder Zhang was silent. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Elder Feng deeply, "Brother Feng, do you really don't know?"

Elder Feng's eyes flashed, but he shook his head.

Elder Zhang said slowly, word by word:

"The aristocratic family is prosperous, you are the elder of the aristocratic family, so you feel that the cultivation world is prosperous."

"But the prosperity of aristocratic families comes at a price."

"Whoever bears this price will bear the injustice and chaos..."

Elder Zhang had a deep gaze and a meaningful tone.

Some people are prosperous and some are bearing the price. Therefore, the chaos in the world of cultivation remains frequent, and only then will there be signs of the beginning of the underworld in Kanzhou.

Elder Feng was thinking, but obviously didn't understand very much.

Elder Zhang had no intention of discussing this issue in depth. What he is concerned about at present is the matter of Kanzhou.

Elder Zhang sighed and said sincerely:

"I'm not hiding it from Brother Feng, I came to the academic prefecture industry in person this time. First, to discuss swords and watch rituals, let the disciples of the clan see the style of being a genius in learning, know the truth about people outside of others, and do not lose the spirit of seeking the truth and being enterprising. …”

"The second is to visit old friends;"

"Third, it's because of this disaster in the underworld."

Elder Zhang solemnly looked at Elder Feng, "The Ganxuezhou area is the fifth-rank major state area. The aristocratic sects have a long history, and there must be many ancient books and old records in the Taoist sect."

"If I have a chance, I want to check it out."

"Some of the seniors in the academic prefecture and knowledgeable colleagues, if you have the chance, please ask Brother Feng to recommend it."

"I want to use this to find out the root of the word "Huangquan"..."

"The disaster in the Yellow Spring is illusory. If there is no such thing, it will be the best."

"But if there is really a disaster, it will be a major disaster. My Zhang family lives in Kanzhou for many years and has no choice but to find a way to suppress it to resolve the disaster in one state and one territory."

Elder Zhang, who was in the Feather Realm, stood up, bowed to Elder Feng, and said solemnly: "I would like to ask Brother Feng to fulfill his wish."

Elder Feng quickly stood up to avoid it and said, "Why do Brother Zhang do this? I really don't dare to be it."

He thought about it seriously and said truthfully: "To be honest, my cultivation and connections are really not helpful to Brother Zhang for such a big thing as Huangquan."

"But if I only check the old books and records and recommend some senior fellow Taoists, then I will have no choice but to do so."

Elder Zhang felt relieved and bowed: "Thank you!"

The two of them took advantage of the night to chat about specific matters for a while, and it was not until early that they each got up and said goodbye.

Elder Zhang returned to the Zhang family's guest room and according to the convention, he ordered a name first.

It was already the hour of Hai, and most of the disciples of the clan came back on time, but one person was missing.

Elder Zhang's eyes sank, "Where is Zhang Lan?"

The Zhang family looked at each other and dared not speak.

It’s not that they don’t want to cover up, but that’s because of their thoughts and practices, they are not even Mao in front of the Great Elder, and they are seen through as soon as they open their mouths.

To be honest, it's okay.

If you hide it, everyone will be in trouble.

Just when the disciples were worried, a monk in blue clothes hurried in outside the door, bowed and said, "Great Elder."

Elder Zhang glanced at him and asked, "Where have you gone?"

Zhang Lan said with a bow: "I went to visit a fellow Taoist..."

Elder Zhang was worried, and didn't think much about it for a moment, and waved his hand, "Okay, come back early next time to avoid causing trouble."

"Yes." Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, everyone dispersed and went back to their room to rest.

Elder Zhang returned to the room and meditated and rested, but could not calm down, so he simply stood up, sat at the table, lit a candlelight, flipped through some ancient classics and incomplete jade slips, and sought an answer.

However, the disaster of "Yellow Spring" is difficult to distinguish between true and false. The records are hidden in ancient books, which are strange stories and have never been seen.

Elder Zhang looked through and saw that he still had only a few gains, no origin was found, and there was no way to suppress him. He couldn't help but sigh and murmured in his heart:

"The ancestors and ancestors bless me, and I hope that this trip to school can find clues to suppress the 'Huangquan' to resolve the disaster in Kanzhou..."

But he also knew that hope for this matter was too slim.

Elder Zhang shook his head and continued to read and think. But the more he thought, the more he felt his mind was exhausted and his mind was upset.

Just at this moment, somehow the scenes of the sword contest during the day came to his mind again.

On Fang Tian’s painting, that figure was as graceful as a stunning geese and as a swimming dragon. Under the fine and unwind-out sword light of the Feng family’s genius, he was as calm as flowing water, and no sword blade touched his body...

Elder Zhang remembers his name very clearly:

Ink painting.

Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, but didn't think deeply, but just sighed:

"It is indeed a genius of learning. The little boy has an unparalleled temperament and his body skills are above the genius of the Feng family of Xiaoyao Sect. It is really incredible..."

Especially his body movement.

Elder Zhang is a majestic family, and his family has also inherited body skills for generations.

He could see better than anyone else that the details of the body water-based body movement of the Mo Hua were extraordinary and the exquisiteness of the flow.

Such a sophisticated body technique can never be achieved without being trained, hard work, and great effort.
To be continued...