Chu Yanqi spoke calmly and said, "I think this secret technique can help you break through easily, right?" There was nothing else in his sea of ​​consciousness, but various upper-level secret techniques were very rich, but his practice time was relatively short, and many things were not available, although he knew it.

It is very irresponsible to act.

Guangchengzi closed his eyes and carefully realized the secret technique that Chu Yanqi had just taught. Although he had not yet understood it all for a while, he also knew the preciousness of this secret technique.

After practicing to the Infant Spirit Stage, all the sects and sects in the East Wilderness did not have systematic secret techniques and cultivation techniques, at least Guangchengzi did not. Although Qingyun Mountain preserved some secret techniques, it was not incomplete. After leaving Qingyun Mountain in the early years, he never set foot back. Even if he went back, he was afraid that these secret techniques would not be visible to him.

Therefore, Guangchengzi was almost disappointed with this, and he never had the chance to become a saint again. However, just when he was facing despair, Chu Yanqi easily and without hesitation to teach him a profound secret technique. This should be the breakthrough secret technique for becoming a saint in the Infant Spirit Period, accompanied by the secret technique of attack and defense fighting, and it should be a complete system secret technique.

At this moment, Guangchengzi was so excited that he trembled all over.

Chu Yanqi was a little worried that people who lived too old would suffer from geriatric diseases when they were old, such as rising blood pressure, myocardial infarction, etc.

"Hey, don't be so excited, I still expect you to do things for me." Chu Yanqi said hurriedly, "If you are too excited, you suddenly have a headache and fever, and have a heart attack, who will I ask for to do things?"

"Ah..." Guangchengzi came to his senses, hurriedly knelt down, and kowtowed respectfully. "Thank you, Master. Master, you have something to do. Just give me the order."

This was probably the first time Guangchengzi was willing to kowtow to him and called him "master". Or, it was not until this time that Guangchengzi willingly recognized him as his master.

Chu Yanqi took out a crystal ball from the storage bracelet and handed it to him, "This person."

"Oh?" Guangchengzi was curious and was busy using a little spiritual power. He opened the crystal ball and the impression of an extremely ordinary middle-aged man appeared.

"This is" Guangchengzi was very curious.

When he was in the Ten Directions Ghost Realm, Chu Yanqi had seen Wuji's memory impressions for Xiaonu. He was curious. He asked how to make them. This was just a few secret techniques. Wuji naturally did not hide his own personal information, so he taught him directly.

Chu Yanqi just used his memory to imprint Chu Hua's appearance on the crystal ball.

"His name is Chu Hua, and it is my father." Chu Yanqi said calmly.

"Ah..." Guangchengzi was stunned, and suddenly remembered his life experience, nodded, "Mr. Chu is your adoptive father?"

"Yes!" Chu Yanqi nodded and said, "He is missing." As he said, he briefly said what happened last time and said, "I asked Hao Qiang to find him, but when I came back from the Fusang Secret Realm, I also lost contact with Hao Qiang. Therefore, I need someone with high cultivation to check for me, what is going on."

"Master!" Guangchengzi kowtowed, "Please forgive me for being killed if Mr. Chu is killed, then the most likely murderer is Cangwu City."

"I know!" Chu Yanqi nodded and said, "So, this matter must be hidden from the city lord, otherwise you will be killed." If this was done by Cangwu City, then Guang Chengzi's cultivation level would not be enough.

Guang Chengzi nodded, and he realized in his heart that for people like Chu Hua, there was no need for the Lord of Cangwu City to take action. Any little disciple would be enough to kill him seventeen or eighteen times. However, for a great immortal cultivator like him, Cangwu City wanted to kill silently, unless it was Sang Changfeng or the Sang family's several elders who had a few big elders, it was impossible to make no movement anyway.

This is also why Chu Yanqi asked him to check it out.

"No matter what the result is, don't alarm the people in Cangwu City." Chu Yanqi said again.

"Don't worry, master, I understand." Guangchengzi said hurriedly.

"You go!" Chu Yanqi said.

"Don't worry, master, I will definitely find Mr. Chu's whereabouts." Guangchengzi said, saluted again, then stood up and walked outside with great strides.

Waiting for Guangchengzi to go out, Chu Yanqi sighed softly, hoping to find Chu Hua. In fact, he had no idea. To find someone, give him a stable and comfortable environment so that he could maintain his life.

Closed his eyes, Chu Yanqi felt a little tired, so he leaned on the soft collapse to rest.

On the other side, Sang Changfeng looked at the crystal ball but his face was not very good. This thing was the memory of Chu Yunjie drawn by Wuji. Although he did not cry loudly like Xiao Nu when he first watched it, he felt really bad. The damn Chu family was so damn.

It was already dark, it was dark outside, and one day it passed.

When Sang Changfeng walked to the door, Sang Feilong hurriedly bowed to meet him.

"Why are you here?" Sang Changfeng asked.

"Master is here, Feilong is naturally here to serve." Sang Feilong said hurriedly, "Mr. Cang has prepared a banquet and asks Master to come and sit."

"Oh?" Sang Changfeng nodded and asked, "Where is Yanqi?"

"Just just now, I asked the young master to go to bed. Mr. Cang said, "He is tired for a day, let him sleep and don't call him." Sang Feilong said. If he did what he meant, he would definitely call Chu Yanqi up.

Even if his Young Master Cangwu had no reason to be able to lie down when his master and all the elders were there, the person who called him in the past was Wuji. He found that he had already fallen asleep, so he would not let others wake him up.

But Mr. Cang didn't care, so he didn't say anything.

"I'll go see him." Sang Changfeng said, strode towards Chu Yanqi's room.

At the door, he met Chi Mo. Chi Mo was like a slave, sitting at the door of Chu Yanqi's bedroom, guarding him carefully.

"Master is asleep!" Seeing Sang Changfeng coming, Chi Mo stood up and blocked him.

"I'll come and see him." Sang Changfeng said.

"Wait until the master wakes up before asking for help." Chi Mo shook his head.

Sang Changfeng fell forward and whispered: "I just want to see him and won't wake him up."

Chi Mo hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step back and let him in. No matter what, this person is now staring at Chu Yanqi's father's identity. He can't do anything.

Sang Changfeng walked into Chu Yanqi's room and watched him lie on the soft collapse during the day. He was sleeping soundly, with a thin blanket covered with his body.

Sang Changfeng stretched out his hand and wanted to touch his face. He hadn't seen this child well for so many years. Now, the child has grown up, and he seems to have missed a lot.

But before his finger touched Chu Yanqi, Chu Yanqi was suddenly shocked and woke up.

Sang Changfeng was stunned. He had completely restrained his breath just now. He was at the level of the Great King of Great Learning. Once he restrained his breath, ordinary people would not feel anything at all, but Chu Yanqi actually woke up from his sleep.

"Have you woken up?" Sang Changfeng smiled bitterly.

"Ah... the city lord..." Chu Yanqi was stunned for a moment and came to his senses and asked. "Why are you here?" He thought that he would leave in the weather during the day and should not pay attention to him for a short time, but he didn't expect that he would come back so soon.

"I'll come and see you!" Sang Changfeng said, "Mr. Cang has prepared a banquet. Do you want to go there together?"

"Okay!" Chu Yanqi looked up and saw that the sky outside had dimmed, and immediately shouted, "Wuji!"

Wuji soon walked in from outside, served him to change his clothes, and walked out with Sang Changfeng. Sang Changfeng looked at him and was secretly surprised. He originally thought that Mr. Cang said that Wuji was given to Chu Yanqi as a slave, but he just followed Chu Yanqi and talked, not really just a slave.

But now it seems that Chu Yanqi really took him as a slave and handed him over some chores, which made him look quite strange.

I heard Feilong say that Wuji is about to succeed to the throne as the emperor of the Cangyu Dynasty. Could it be that the Cangyu Dynasty can allow a slave to succeed to the throne as emperor?

Of course, this is Mr. Cang's question, so he is not convenient for him to ask more questions. The dinner was very grand. After all, he was the lord of Cangwu City, and there was also Yuxu Zhenren, so the dinner was in line with the formal banquet.

After a meal, it was already midnight. As soon as the banquet ended, Chu Yanqi took Chi Mo and Wuji back to the room to rest. Yuxu Zhenren grabbed his apprentice to supervise his homework. Mr. Cang asked him to sit in the study, and Sang Changfeng naturally would not refuse.

"What do you think after reading that crystal ball?" After arriving at the study, the servant brought tea and retreated. Mr. Cang opened a soundproof note and asked.

"Yanqi is so bitter." Sang Changfeng said. Seeing Mr. Cang carefully using soundproof notes, he knew that he was definitely not just asking, but what else should be said.

"Yes, after I finished watching it, I felt that he was too miserable. I didn't know how to get through it all these years." Mr. Cang said, "or rather, it was a lucky thing that he could survive."

"I'm sorry for him." Sang Changfeng sighed in vain. Yes, he's sorry for him. If he had picked him up earlier, he would have suffered less of such trouble.

"Are you really his father?" Mr. Cang asked in a low voice holding the teacup.

"Didn't you ask this question in the daytime?" Sang Changfeng said, "Don't always question me, okay? My cultivation of a great king will never come to recognize others as your son for no reason."

"If you are really his father, then what's going on with the seal of your Tianling Cave?" Mr. Cang asked, "Where is the fairy Gushe now?"

"I'm looking for her too!" Sang Changfeng was not angry. He and Cang Lang had a thousand years of friendship, so how could they get angry just because of a few words? He also understood that Cang Lang said this naturally for a reason.

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