I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Chapter 15 Missing

Just as Li Qingfeng thought, the test lasted for four days.

Finally five people were selected.

They are of different ages, the oldest is twenty and the youngest is nine.

Liu Chuang belongs to the younger generation.

But I heard that there were three more unqualified people, including Meng Zhen, there were four in total.

As for who to listen to, it is naturally the last two of the five-person group.

After the test, the remaining two people invited Li Qingfeng to gather in Yuefu Building again.

"It's a pity, Qingfeng, that you didn't go, it was really lively."

"It's more lively than the Jinshi."

"There are all kinds of things in the world." Yang Lingu sighed.

The school grounds during those few days were indeed full of expressions, including those who cried with joy, those who fainted with excitement, those who cried loudly, those who cried bitterly, those who cursed the sky and couldn't open their eyes, those who begged, those who were lost...

Everything you need.

A test tests spiritual roots and immortality, but it also reflects the different characteristics of all living beings.

Some people change their fate, and some accept their fate.

Some people don't believe in fate.

Most of them have little hope and are not unqualified, so their lives go on as usual without any impact.

To Li Qingfeng's surprise, Meng Zhen didn't come.

I thought I was still suffering from the shock of having spiritual roots but not being able to practice.

Li Qingfeng felt that he was very lucky when he thought about it. He also had five spiritual roots and knew what the fake spiritual roots mentioned by the immortal master were about.

False spiritual roots are hit by obstacles step by step. If there is no great opportunity to change one's destiny against the will of heaven, there is no hope for the later stage of Qi training in this life.

If he hadn't encountered the corpse of an immortal, obtained the technique, and obtained the magic weapon the Soul Flag, there would really be no hope.

Although he didn't come, Li Qingfeng still asked: "Where is Brother Meng?"

He has a skill in his hand, regardless of good or evil, he can practice it anyway.

"Meng Zhen has been mysterious lately. I heard he said that the Sheriff's Mansion has recruited those who are not wanted by the Immortal Master. I don't know what he is doing."

Life must go on, but without Liu Chuang and Meng Zhen, the literary meeting cannot be held.

Usually, Liu Chuang is the one who pulls the strings and organizes the work.

They didn't think it was anything before, but this person suddenly went to look for immortals. Instead, they found that they were a little unfamiliar with other friends.

Without a middleman as a link, there are naturally fewer connections.

Li Qingfeng didn't think much about it. Sometimes people who have known each other for a long time will inevitably feel unfamiliar, as if they are not familiar with each other naturally.

When we were together, we didn't feel at all that once such a key person left, the shortcomings would be exposed.

Fortunately, no one disturbed his pursuit of immortality.

The less qualified you are, the harder you work.

There is no time in the flag.

Without the changes of the sun and the moon, it is no different from being in jail.

Fortunately, Tushanjun can still practice boxing every day.

Then review the knowledge gained before time travel, recite the Tao Te Ching, and recite the Heart Sutra.

Only these two.

The Tao Te Ching is memorized to show off, and the Heart Sutra is also used to show off.

I never thought that one day I would come to the world of cultivating immortals. If I had known, I would have memorized more of them.

Tu Shanjun felt that it was a pity that he did not study the Taoist scriptures of the past world.

Teaching Li Qingfeng in his dreams was one of his few pleasures.

Another two months.

Li Qingfeng's cultivation is still at the first level of Qi training.

It’s just that the mana has increased.

As he became more proficient in martial arts, and practiced with ghosts in dreams, his martial arts techniques were now different from what they used to be.

Tu Shanjun asked him not to relax in reality.

Wake up day and night to practice, and develop the martial arts into muscle memory.

Li Qingfeng held the Soul Reverend Flag tightly, and magic power poured in.

As if looking inside, he saw the scene inside the Zunhun Banner.

The gray fog filled the air, making it impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth. All I could see were evil ghosts gathering together, like a ghost gate in hell.

The ghosts do not look fierce, but some of them are relatively powerful.

The white-faced ghost who was sparring with him was one of them.

The main evil ghost sits cross-legged in the center of the group of ghosts.

With the influx of mana, Tushanjun felt like he could move.

Step out from the Zunhun Banner and come to the real world.

The antique study room, the shelves behind it are full of books, both old and new.

Li Qingfeng's face became visibly pale, which was an external manifestation of his mana drying up.

Before Tu Shanjun could take a closer look, his body dissipated into black smoke and returned to the Zunhun Banner.

"Five breaths."

Li Qingfeng laughed. His mana increased twice as much, and then he released the main soul from the soul flag.

From the first two breaths to the current five breaths.

There are ten magic roots in the Dantian, all of which are as thick as a hair.

It is far away from the second level of Qi training.

A trace of mana is one level of Qi training, and ten strands of mana is still one level of Qi training.

Two more months.

Yang Lingu, who had not seen him for a long time, found him.

In a hurry.

After sitting down, Yang Lingu just frowned and said nothing.

"Brother Yang?"

Li Qingfeng woke up Yang Lingu who was sitting in his seat blankly.

"Wubao, Brother Yang's tea is cold."

Wubao quickly replaced the tea on the table with hot soup.

Yang Lingu quickly apologized: "Brother Qingfeng, forgive me, I really don't know... how to speak."

"Brother Yang is out of sight, but it doesn't matter."

"Meng Zhen."

"Probably dead."

If the words are not surprising, then I will die.

After the words fell, Li Qingfeng's eyes became clear.

"Brother Yang, this joke is not funny at all." Li Qingfeng looked serious. Even though they were slightly unfamiliar friends, they were still good friends.

It's scary to make a joke like this.

Yang Lingu said sadly: "I have no intention of entertaining Brother Qingfeng."

As he spoke, he took out a carrier pigeon from Huai Li, with white feathers and a red beak, and opened the mailbox at the leggings. It was empty.

"Meng Zhenzhen and I are inseparable and we talk about almost everything."

"Three months ago, Meng Zhen told me that the county governor provided them with immortality cultivation techniques, and he successfully developed a sense of qi and became a qi practitioner."

"This month, the contact has become less and less. The last time was seven days ago."

"He came to me in a hurry and told me that there was something wrong with the exercise."

"The county guard sent people to strictly monitor them and not allow them to leave the county guard's house."

"He told me that if the homing pigeon flew back and there was no message, he would probably have been killed."

By the time Yang Lingu finished speaking, Li Qingfeng's face was already solemn.

‘The Sheriff’s Office has a big problem. ’

Listening to Yang Lingu's description, the same thought flashed through Tu Shanjun's mind.

Just because they were trying to recruit unqualified people with spiritual roots, they knew that the Sheriff's Mansion must have something up their sleeve.

Now that Meng Zhen is missing, the county magistrate's office is highly suspicious.

"Now I have no choice." Yang Lingu sighed.

A month ago, Liu Chuang hosted the last banquet for the three of them, but Meng Zhen did not arrive.

Liu Chuang has already left with the immortal master, and they belong to the Liu Chuang family who have some abilities here.

Now that Liu Chuang has left the group, he naturally can't take care of anything.

I found the last person in their group of five, who didn't think it was serious and told him to wait, maybe Meng Zhen was just in seclusion.

It's not easy for Yang Lingu to go to Meng Zhen's house to tell the news. If he really goes to publicize it, the Meng family won't beat him up.

Finally, when I was desperate, I thought of Li Qingfeng.

Although Yang Lingu didn't think Li Qingfeng could solve it, he needed to let more people know about it.

He is the only one who knows that if something unexpected happens, the news will be cut off.

Not to mention, a person is under such great psychological pressure that every step is like walking on thin ice.

Therefore, Yang Lingu urgently needs others to discuss countermeasures with him.

He also needed to confirm Meng Zhen's news as soon as possible.

"Brother Qingfeng, I'm really desperate. Your family has many shops, so I should be able to get in touch with the county guard's master." Yang Lingu looked at Li Qingfeng with hope.

It happened that Li Qingfeng's eyes also passed by at this time.

Today's Yang Lingu is no longer as high-spirited as it used to be.

Apart from being haggard, there was deep worry in his brows.

"I'll find someone to ask for you."

Although he had no hope, Yang Lingu still thanked him seriously.

Li Qingfeng clenched the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand and looked at Yang Lingu's back.

Now two months have passed, and he has saved ten more mana, which is enough for the evil spirit to appear for ten breaths.

It is enough to use the Soul Banner's Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts once.

Ordinary people are by no means his opponents.

Even the so-called first-class or innate masters in the martial arts world can never withstand the killing attacks of the main soul evil ghost.

Tushanjun looked as usual.

It seemed that Li Qingfeng had already made up his mind to go to the Sheriff's Mansion.