Feng Qingxiu's journey has been uneventful.
After flying in the sky for less than a hundred miles, he had already met an evil cultivator.
It was a small mountain village. Several demon cultivators were killing people and taking souls. The whole small village was full of blood and resentment.
The few demon cultivators took magic tools to collect resentment, and took human blood to refine their essence. Feng Qingxiu killed them all without hesitation. It took more than an hour to get rid of the ghosts in those magic tools. , so that the people of the small village are buried in peace.
Facing the pile of corpses, Feng Qingxiu was hit so hard for the first time in her life.
He was also born in a small subject country in Xizhou, with a radius of no more than a thousand miles, but there are several Kun-Lai outer sect disciples in the town to protect them from beasts. Civilians will never be attacked lightly.
Although the Xizhou cultivator has a lofty status, he will never bully the commoners—who knows if the next time he picks the dragon or the phoenix, he will pick the children of the family who bully the family? Even if the government and businessmen collude to make huge profits, it will not be too much. Wherever there are monks who make trouble, as long as they report to the subject country, they will immediately attract a lot of monks from the outside world. There will be demon cultivators who dare to act recklessly in the Western Continent, not to mention that there are many low-level outer sect elders who often return to their hometowns to take care of their lives, and maybe they will encounter them.
How could these cultivators in Central Continent make the demon cultivator so messed up
There are so many wronged souls in that magic weapon, it is definitely not something that can be killed in a village!
"Is your heart still pretty good?" A young man walked out of the forest in the distance. It was the one who fought with him last night. He folded his arms and looked at the surroundings, and then at Feng Qingxiu's cold appearance. , the look is a little more complicated.
Feng Qingxiu's voice naturally carried a hint of disgust: "Does Ziyun Dao care?"
This is the sphere of influence of Ziyun Dao.
"You must have only just come out of the cultivation," the young man shook his head slightly, his expression a little lost, "Actually, when I just went out, I was very similar to you. In the past few years, the small and medium schools in Central Continent have been fighting each other, destroying the school and destroying the school. Yu, there are countless sects that have flowed into the mortal world, and those with a little family background, who do not want to practice, many loose cultivators do not have the financial resources to buy spiritual things, so they go to the sidelines. The few you killed are not orthodox magic cultivators, they just know a little magic. It's just the art of refining."
Feng Qingxiu said indifferently: "But you turn a blind eye."
Kunlai also knows the magic method, but if anyone dares to practice - Qingnvfeng is a ten-point spiritual stone purchase for research.
"Do you know how many loose cultivators there are in Central Continent?" The young man couldn't help but said loudly, "Besides, this village looks like Nomura at first sight, and even if there are cultivators who occasionally patrol, they won't come here."
"Nomura?" Feng Qingxiu asked with a frown.
"Some people have no males and can't pay the animal tax, so they hide in the mountains and forests to live together. They are not above the national household registration, they are Nomura, but when they suffer some hardships, they will take the initiative to go to the town to govern and seek Shelter." The young man was very clear about these things, shook his head regretfully, and said to Feng Qingxiu, "You can take out ten Dabu Yuandan with one hand, and it is extraordinary to be born in the Taiqing faction, can you make a friend?"
Feng Qingxiu looked at him, and the other party's expression was extremely sincere, but remembered that Hai Guozhu had repeatedly asked that he must not trust others in Zhongzhou, and decisively refused: "No, thank you for letting me know, and I will leave."
"Wait a minute," the young man said immediately, "Don't go straight to the east, the Great Power War is going on there recently, you will be recruited in the past."
Feng Qingxiu said lightly: "They dare to recruit the Taiqing faction?"
These countries are too chaotic and bold. If any country in the Western Continent dares to say that the Kun-Lai Inner Sect is recruited in the national war, then there is no need for Kun-Lai to speak.
"This is Ziyun Dao's territory," the young man said with a slight smile, "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm afraid of anything.
"Thank you for letting me know, I will be careful." Feng Qingxiu nodded politely and turned to leave.
The young man watched his leaving back disappear into the clouds, and then shook his head slightly, sighed, and the voice was clear and peaceful, clearly the voice of a girl: "Brother Aning said to pay homage to his master, it's been almost half a year. , I haven't come to see me, but this cultivator, it's too strange, obviously his sword qi has pure Taiqing Dao meaning, but the method of raising qi is so similar to Brother Aning? Just ask him."
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Feng Qingxiu went all the way to the east, and it didn't take long before he landed outside a big city. Feng Qingxiu had learned a bit of the technique of looking at the air at the outer gate, and when he saw the dragon energy lingering in the city, he knew that this was the capital of a country.
Although he didn't fully believe what the young man said, this visit was a secret matter after all, so it's better to be careful.
He restrained his breath and paid the entrance fee like ordinary people. The crowd was in a hurry here, and occasionally there was a cultivator's breath passing by. People never talked about war, and thought that he had never been involved. Thinking of this, he pressed Haiguo The method that the Lord once taught, ignited a special paper crane, and soon found a comprehension market.
Lord Hai once told him that all the countries in Central Continent have convened monks, and even many of the country lords themselves become lords by virtue of their cultivation. Therefore, as long as it is in the capital, there must be a market established by the royal family, which is used to recruit them. Human hands, collect spirits.
Although Nafang City is in the city, there are illusion formations that ordinary people can't detect. Only monks can detect something wrong. Feng Qingxiu entered, and beautiful maids came to greet the guests. They all have cultivation bases— Although it is slightly lower, it looks like one or two layers of Qi practice.
He was greeted by a maid and entered a hall. There were jade plaques with handwritings hanging in the hall. They were divided into several categories, including "spiritual herbs", "artifacts", "mantras", and "cheats". Several monks I was walking in the middle of the sign and picked it up from time to time to check.
Feng Qingxiu also took a second look. At this time, a monk next to him picked up a sign that read "Frost Famous Sword, Second Grade Spirit Tool, Water genus" and gestured to the maid beside him.
"The guests come with me." The maid took off the jade card, and the cultivator led to the door of a private room, "Our deacon will take it out for you to check soon."
Just as he was talking, a private room next to him opened, and a middle-aged cultivator bowed his head and left in a hurry, as if he was worried about being robbed.
Feng Qingxiu looked at the jade plaque with more than a dozen kinds of spiritual herbs hanging in front of him. He picked up a piece of it, and on it was written "One fire moxibustion root, weighing two cents and three cents, one hundred years of medicinal age, top grade."
"Is this what you want?" The waitress was overjoyed, "Please negotiate the price inside."
Feng Qingxiu shook her head and put it down, thinking about the stall owners on Kun-Lai Mountain who were shouting to buy x Lingcao at a low price and come to buy it at ten.
In the end, he went to the place where the secrets of the exercises were written, and chose a sign that read "Five Spiritual Escape Techniques". He was soon invited to a private room. After waiting for about half an hour, there was a middle-aged cultivator. Carefully bring a box over, there is a simple book in it, close the door, Feng Qingxiu is very accomplished in the formation method, it is natural to see that the formation method has been arranged in this private room, the sound cannot be heard, the spiritual energy Can't get it out either.
The other party said that the collection of spirit grass, magic tools, spirit stones, and medicinal herbs can all be exchanged for secret books.
Feng Qingxiu negotiated with him for a while, and finally settled for 300 low-grade spirit stones. Then, he casually changed the subject.
"I heard that there is a war ahead, and your escape method... I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass."
"There's no way. Both Ba and Chen are big countries, with a territory of thousands of miles, and they also bring their own countries," the cultivator said with a wry smile, "We can only hide from afar, so as not to be harmed by innocent people."
"Why did they fight? How long will it take?" Feng Qingxiu asked. He originally collected this information. Although Hai Guozhu said a lot, it was his experience a long time ago.
"There are too many reasons for this, but it's just the people's spiritual things, money and food," the cultivator sighed. "We loose cultivators are precarious, and we can't take care of others."
So Feng Qingxiu asked him if he knew about the Yunshan Sect—this was the place that Master was looking for this time.
"Yunshan faction?" The loose cultivator thought for a long time before saying, "I haven't heard of it, but I heard that there is a Yunshan city in the east of Chen State. Maybe you can go there and ask."
"Thank you."
"A little thing and, it should."
After Feng Qingxiu thanked him, he chatted with him for a few more words. From time to time, the other party felt that it was getting harder and harder to practice, even those sects were walking on thin ice, and they said goodbye to small sects. Even when Kun-Lai was so big back then, there was nothing good about it. end.
The word Kun-Lai touched Feng Qingxiu's sensitive nerves, and he seemed to be curious: "Kun-Lai, is it a very big sect?"
"That's a legend, and I've heard it from others." Seeing his curiosity, the cultivator got up and went out, came back quickly, took a handbook, and handed it to him.
Feng Qingxiu looked at the handbook with the "Six Principles of Storytelling". After thanking it, she put it aside and chatted about various trivial matters of the Central Continent cultivator before leaving.
Then he went out and left Fangshi, found an inn, and was about to open it, when he felt the paper figurine in his chest warm, and saw the master appear in front of him.
Feng Qingxiu understood it in seconds, and immediately spread the handkerchief on the table to watch it with Master.
The first is a story called "Master Jie".
The protagonist of the story is Li Xianjing, the lord of the Yin state. In the first half, it is written that this ordinary person worshipped the small sect Kun-Lai and cultivated all the way. With the help of Kun-Lai, the two sides supported each other and established the Yin state. Improve the plough, attach importance to people's livelihood, improve the seeds, and come up with many ways to make the people live well. Kun-Lai is also growing stronger and stronger with the support of the country of Yin, and has established a close relationship between the Ziyun School and the Taiqing Dao. The sect of the door, the Yin country is also getting bigger and bigger.
In the second half of the break, the head of Kun-Lai and the country lord split their power. The lord of the country regretted it. He issued various edicts to himself, re-established the tablet for the division, and prayed for forgiveness. In less than ten years, the head of Kun-Lai returned to the Yin Kingdom. The two sides fought decisively on Liubo Mountain. At the door, the lord of the country died in battle, and the kingdom of Yin was divided, which only caused the descendants to sigh.
Feng Qingxiu was furious when she saw it, and could not wait to rush in and tear up the king.
"No," Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, "It doesn't match what I saw."
"In the legend, there must be true and false," Feng Qingxiu hugged her master distressedly, "That country lord really has white eyes."
Ji Yunlai wanted to smile and touch his apprentice, but found that he couldn't smile, so he just touched.
"Master, what are you looking for?" Feng Qingxiu asked suspiciously, this time, Master didn't say what he was looking for, but said that it might be near the Yunshan faction.
"There is a broken temple in a mountain with a plaque of Kun-Lai hanging on it." Ji Yunlai said lightly, "I just want to make sure of one small thing."
Feng Qingxiu didn't speak, but he instinctively felt worried that it would be impossible to make the matter that Shizun go out in person. He was a little at a loss, and there was some fear that he didn't know where to come.
He put the master in his arms and kissed the tip of his ear: "Don't lie to me!"