Chapter 835: Six-winged Spirit Bird

"Oh?" Mr. Ruan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "There is still a course of treatment that has not been carried out, and your memory has been completely restored? Are you sure there is nothing missing?"

Li Guanhai shook his head: "No, I went through my memory and found nothing."

After a long silence, he asked again: "Mr. Ruan, can Qin Shu's throat be cured?"

Mr. Ruan poured the tea, took a sip, and said: "I was just about to tell you about this. The little girl's condition is more serious than I thought. Her throat cannot be cured. If you want her to speak, , must find something.”

"What?"

"Six-winged spiritual bird."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"If you want to make soup..." Mr. Ruan was halfway through his answer when he suddenly realized that he was off topic and said seriously: "Be serious, I am serious."

"Yes." Li Guanhai also made a serious face and asked seriously: "Mr. Ruan, where can I catch the six-winged spiritual bird?"

Mr. Ruan shook his head: "I don't know about this. The six-winged spirit bird is extremely rare and has extremely high medicinal value. It was almost impossible to see it many years ago. Only large-scale auctions may do it. Show up and you can try your luck.”

Li Guanhai asked: "Where will a large-scale auction be held during this period?"

Mr. Ruan replied: "Beijing."

Well, it’s the capital again.

Li Guanhai curled his lips, thinking that things in this world are really wonderful. His next stop is to go to the capital. It turns out that the six-winged spiritual bird that saved Qin Shu may also appear in the capital. What a coincidence.

The two chatted for a while, and Li Guanhai suddenly asked, "Mr. Ruan, do you know that the founder of the Dawu Dynasty almost always wore a mask on his face when he was fighting in all directions?"

Mr. Ruan thought for a long time, nodded and said: "I heard about it, why do you suddenly ask about this?"

Li Guanhai was silent, considered for a long time, and then said surprisingly, "I want to get that mask."

"puff!"

Mr. Ruan spit out a sip of tea, wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, coughed twice, and asked, "What do you want with that mask?"

Li Guanhai shrugged and said: "It is recorded in ancient books that wearing that mask can gain infinite power. As a monk, I naturally want to be the best in the world."

Mr. Ruan did not expect him to be so honest, and said with a wry smile: "If that's the case, I advise you to give up."

"Why?" Li Guanhai asked casually.

"Because it is just a rumor from the public and cannot be taken to be true. No one can confirm whether the mask in the rumor actually exists. Instead of pursuing that illusory thing, it is better to spend your mind and time on your own. On cultivation.”

Mr. Ruan poured himself another cup of tea, and drank it without fear of scalding it. Then he said: "With your level of cultivation, you can already walk sideways in Daluotian. There is no one who can be your opponent. Why worry about that possibility?" A mask that doesn't exist at all, are you asking for trouble? Although each sect has a different practice system, the bottom line is that the idea is to understand it. If you insist on it too deeply, you may lose more than you gain. "

"That's what Mr. Ruan said." Li Guanhai looked like he was listening carefully, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, thinking that he was just here to ask about the mask, but inexplicably he was taught a lesson.

But Mr. Ruan also had good intentions, and Li Guanhai knew this very well.

The two chatted about other topics, and then Li Guanhai brought the topic back to the mask. Naturally, he was confident that he would not be discovered.

Mr. Ruan smiled and said: "It seems that you are really interested in that mask. In fact, most of what I know about that mask comes from books, so let me just tell you what I know."

Next, Mr. Ruan began to tell all the information about masks that he had heard or recorded in ancient books, in great detail.

"After the establishment of the dynasty, the mask disappeared. The founding king of the Dawu Dynasty did not seem to have worn any mask since then. Instead, he met with civil and military officials in his true face. As for whether he ever wore it, only he He and those around him knew."

"But I'm sure that if the rumors are true and the mask really exists and was obtained by the founder of the Dawu Dynasty, then it must be stored somewhere in the palace now."

Mr. Ruan's tone was very firm and his face was very serious.

Li Guanhai felt like he had gotten a lot of useful information, but he didn't seem to get anything. After a long silence, he asked: "Mr. Ruan, what do you think the cultivation of the founder of the Dawu Dynasty was like?"

Mr. Ruan replied: "Of course he is very high. If he has no wisdom and no cultivation, the arrogant generals under his command will not be able to obey him, let alone ascend to the throne."

Li Guanhai frowned: "That's strange. He was both a powerful man and an emperor. Why did he die within a few years of Dabao? This shouldn't be the case. As an emperor, he has no shortage of elixirs to prolong his life. How could this happen? Woolen cloth?"

Mr. Ruan said: "It's hard to say. There are many possibilities. Maybe something went wrong in the practice, or maybe it was caused by the hidden wounds left by years of fighting in the world. There are too many possibilities. The reason why the ancient books ended without a cure may be I want to leave some dignity to the founding king."

Li Guanhai didn't speak. He felt that the matter was not that simple, but he couldn't explain it.

As the tea in the cup gradually cooled, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mr. Ruan, do you think the mask might be hidden in the Xuanmen?"

"Xuanmen..." Mr. Ruan considered it carefully for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, you can go and investigate."

"It just so happens that I also need to go to Beijing to attend the auction." Li Guanhai stood up.

Mr. Ruan was surprised and said, "Are you really going?"

"Of course." Li Guanhai nodded, "I have to go to the capital. The mask is there, and the six-winged spirit bird may also be there. I have to go no matter what."

Mr. Ruan smiled bitterly: "I thought you were joking. Well, since you insist on leaving, I will naturally not force you to stay. I just want to ask you, how do you plan to enter the Xuanmen? The Xuanmen is controlled by the royal family. How can you enter it just because you want to?"

Li Guanhai did not hide anything and smiled: "Brother Bai, didn't the Qijuemen's seven-year competition start yesterday? The champion can enter the Xuanmen for a few days of enlightenment."

Mr. Ruan sighed and said, "Alas, I knew you would take the risk to do this. It is not difficult to win the championship with your cultivation. The difficult part is how to disguise your identity. If it is exposed, it will be a big sin."

After saying goodbye to Mr. Ruan, Li Guanhai found Shen Yan who was still lecturing his junior brothers and sisters. He walked into the school as he did last time and sat at the back and listened quietly.

When the break was over, Li Guanhai said goodbye to Shen Yan, saying that he was going to Beijing to attend an auction to buy a six-winged spirit bird, but he did not mention the mask.

"Yes." Shen Yan nodded and said, "The sooner you go, the sooner you will come back."