"Greetings to Zhenjun Liwei."
"Good morning, my lord."
In front of the teleportation formation connecting Guixu Gate and Xiyu Mountains, a white-robed monk came, with a row of tiny golden sword arrows shining brightly in the sun.
The defending monks lowered their heads in unison.
The white-robed sword cultivator paused for a moment, stepped forward, stepped on the formation with soap boots, and disappeared into the formation with a flash of white light.
Only then did the defending cultivator raise his head again, and heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Zhenjun's momentum is getting heavier."
"Yesterday I also heard a strange thing, now that I think about it, it's probably fake, how could someone with a temperament like True Monarch Li Wei visit the Lantern Market with a female cultivator and win the Lantern King? "
"It's unreliable at first glance. True Lord Li Wei entered Xuanqing Peak and cultivated the Ruthless Dao. If he really goes shopping with a female cultivator, how can he practice the Ruthless Dao?"
"Who said you can't cultivate? Didn't Xuanqing Peak produce a character like Zhenjun Yuqing?"
…
Cui Wang put all the arguments behind him and re-entered the Xiyu Mountains. As soon as he stepped into the camp, Li Siyi, who was wearing a scholar's scarf and a pink robe, fell in front of him like a breeze.
It's just that Qingfeng doesn't look very chic at the moment, he's a little embarrassed, he has a mournful face:
"Little brother, you've come."
Cui Wang called out Hong Yuliu lightsaber:
"What's wrong?"
"You still ask me what's wrong?"
Li Siyi turned around, and with his long sword sharply scattered the black mist, he complained, "As soon as you leave, Mingyu will follow, and Fusheng will join in the fun and leave too. This West Camp depends entirely on me." Are you guilty of sticking with a few monks?"
"There are elders here."
Cui Wang didn't move his eyes and brows, and he didn't show the slightest sign of guilt. Holding the sword in his right hand, he walked towards a gap formed by the Xiyu Mountains.
Wherever the steps pass by, the black mist will automatically dissipate.
Li Siyi hurriedly followed up, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "And that Fusheng came over via voice transmission, saying that he was going to retreat, so he won't come."
"... This broken monk is retreating, is he trying to break through to the realm of no illusions? I don't know where I will be reincarnated at that time."
Li Siyi has never been able to understand the Buddhist sect's exercises.
One of the three sects practices bitter meditation, and they are happy to go to the mortal world to spread the Dharma and pay attention to saving sentient beings. If one day you see a monk wearing sackcloth and stepping on hemp shoes on the road, it must be a bitter meditation.
I don't even need to talk about a person who practices happiness meditation, love between men and women has always existed.
The strangest thing is that Tian Luozong practiced Nirvana for ten revolutions. Every time, he had to tear his soul apart and find someone else to reincarnate. When the time was right, he would take this soul back—
With so many memories stuffed in my mind, can it not explode
Anyway, Luozong today has produced a lot of eminent monks with brains from generation to generation. One of the eminent monks thought he was a cat, and when he got sick, he would "meow meow" to his disciples all day long.
Li Siyi chattered endlessly, but Cui Wang ignored him, and after greeting the others, he chose a secluded place to guard. When the overwhelming black mist rolled over, he slashed across with his sword—
After a while, the nearby black mist was swept away.
Li Si intended to stay by his side and relax, so he simply followed him.
The little junior brother's skills are powerful, so he took the opportunity to be lazy, holding the natal sword, and only lazily helping to make up the sword when there was a black mist scattered over.
As I was tinkering, I felt something was wrong. When I looked up, I saw my junior brother staring at... his sword hilt
Li Siyi lowered his head and took a look. The magenta sword tassel on the hilt was swinging back and forth with the wind. He didn't understand what the younger brother meant, so he shook the hilt:
"Junior Brother is watching this?"
Cui Wang nodded:
"Where did it come from?"
Li Siyi felt strange, the younger brother never cared about this before.
Most of the days of sword cultivators are boring, except for the sword or the sword in life, there is not much to worry about. Occasionally looking for some entertainment is also related to the sword, for example: playing a sword spike.
Anyway, Li Siyi's Jiansui has always been the one who trades hard among his classmates.
"I gave it to you from a good friend." Li Siyi chuckled, "It's pretty, isn't it, and she even tied a sympathy knot. If my junior brother likes it, I'll give it to you."
Cui Wang turned his head away:
"Need not."
With a sword strike, the black mist surged and nearly knocked Li Siyi over. He let out an "ouch" and avoided him far away, only to see that the younger brother only left him with the back of his head.
Li Siyi was about to push two past, but saw a pink-clothed female cultivator stepping out of the camp. At first glance, she looked delicate and soft. Zhe was blind, rubbed vigorously for a while, and called Cui Wang:
"Little brother, look, look!"
Cui Wang let out an "oh", ignored him, and walked straight into the gap.
The old ancestor also said "hey" in the sea of consciousness: "Shotguns change guns. Mingyu, this girl's film... such a dress, I am not used to it."
He laughed.
Li Siyi fell from mid-air like a monkey, and jumped up to Mingyu, "Mingyu, you—"
He glanced up and down, "tsk tsk" twice, his eyes flicked across her pinched waist and painted eyebrows, "—Where did you sing?"
Mingyu was a little uncomfortable, and stroked her face:
"Not good-looking?"
Li Siyi was never willing to say a harsh word to the female cultivator, but he didn't know what politeness was to Mingyu:
"...Your eyebrows were drawn with a carbon stick, right? So thick. And this rouge..." He paused, "Monkey butt, right?"
In fact, it didn't look that serious, but Li Siyi came from a crowd of fans, and all of his friends were good at dressing up, and his eyesight had been trained early, so Mingyu, a novice, couldn't compare.
At a glance, it is full of flaws.
"Li Siyi, you—"
Mingyu was so angry that she took the tortoise shell and beat her.
Cui Wangyuan took a glance, then looked away, and continued to go deep into the gap. After he practiced for a while, he would be able to break through the late stage of Wuwang Realm.
"Xiao Wangwang, your brother is being chased and beaten, why don't you help?"
Behind him was the sound of "boom, boom" when the spells collided, mixed with Li Siyi's crap wailing.
Cui Wang didn't care.
"What help?"
"Help you brother."
"Mingyu Huanxi Senior Brother, don't go."
"..."
The old ancestor covered his stomach and couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Wangwang, old ancestor, I really want to cut your head open to see if the ditch in your brain is the Mariana Trench!"
Cui Wang didn't understand, but he had already habitually ignored it, and walked in silently.
"I can't do it, old ancestor, my abs are about to burst into laughter," he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "You think Mingyu likes your senior brother, why?"
Cui Wang said with sincerity:
"Every time she comes back to Guixu, she looks for her senior brother."
... No, no, she is looking for you, and if she doesn't look for Li Siyi, you won't be able to make an appointment.
This kind of lonely life is actually liked by young ladies, and the ancestors are desperate for this face-seeking world.
At this moment, his good grandson belatedly said:
"ugly."
Afraid that the ancestor would not understand, Cui Wang said again: "Senior brother's sword spike is ugly."
"..."
roll roll roll.
The old ancestor waved his hand, "Miss miss gave you that sword tassel? Don't think about it, it's all buried in it, huh?"
Cui Wang slashed down with his sword, the air waves were blown away, and the black mist cleared away. He let out a "Huh" and stretched out his hand in the seam of the cracked rock wall, and found a light purple dizzy plant growing there. Big and small, the flowers are clustered like a small bowl.
"Grass, grass!" The old ancestor was almost stunned by the luck of this great-grandson, "Nine turns to return the spirit grass! Dear! This grass, doesn't it grow in the depths of the void, after defeating the void beast, it is close to death , can I get it?"
Cui Wang took out a jade shovel from the Qiankun bag, carefully dug out the Nine Turns Regenerating Spirit Grass along the rhizome, and transplanted it into a piece of loess specially marked out in the mustard seeds.
He looks in a good mood:
"kindness."
"...No, I'm jealous."
The old ancestor lay sprawled in the sea of souls, "I think we and the old man Tianji, a group of five, came back from the nothingness after a narrow escape, and everyone was seriously injured, so we dug up such a nine-turn spirit-returning grass."
"There is one more."
At this moment, Cui Wang found another light purple plant in the corner of the wall ten feet ahead.
"..."
The old man decided to lie flat.
Zheng Wan never knew that Cui had hoped to get two of the Nine Turns Spirit Regenerating Grass that she dreamed of to improve Yuangen qualifications so easily, and she was still living at No. 1 Jingqi Street, and this stay lasted for two days.
This place is full of energy, and it took her two whole days to sort out the energy she got this time. She didn't even bother to draw the talisman, so she returned home as fast as she could.
He lived in Aye Niang's for three days, and after seeing that everything was fine, he returned to the sect.
The following days will be quite regular. During the day, the primordial energy will be combed and polished to make it pure. At night, the time will be evenly distributed, half of which will be used to practice magic tricks, and half will be used to draw symbols. Practicing the Soul Art -
And this method of consuming all her soul consciousness first and then practicing soul art made her soul consciousness grow faster than ordinary people.
However, the ice heart talisman was difficult to draw. Even with the special ice attribute talisman pen and cinnabar, it took her more than half a month to successfully draw one.
This one successfully gave her a good start. Next, when Zheng Wan drew the Bing Xin Talisman, the success rate was higher.
From the very beginning, I could only draw two pieces a day, and the Bingxin Talismans were low-grade. Later, I could draw up to five or six pieces a day, and the quality was not bad.
The Bing Xin Talisman has the function of dispelling illusions and calming the mind, especially when traveling and exploring secrets. It is a pity that there are very few monks who can draw the Bing Xin Talisman on the market, so the supply of Bing Xin Talisman has always been in short supply. , causing looting.
A good-looking Bing Xin Talisman can be sold for two middle-grade primordial stones, and one that is not as good can be sold for one half-middle-grade primordial stone, so Zheng Wan tasted it not long after...
The taste of getting rich overnight.
From a penniless pauper, he became a huge fortune with one high-level primeval stone and ten mid-level primeval stones.
At this time, the two senior sisters she traveled abroad also came back.