As a master, the poisonous blood of the Five Elements dripped down at the same time, gently soaking the turtle's shell with the blood jelly. Www、QUanbEn-xIAoShUo、CoM
Xuejiang was like a jellyfish that was suddenly stimulated. He suddenly spread out his body, turned it from bottom to top, and wrapped all the five elements of poisonous blood into his body.
At the same time, the second master also let out a high-pitched roar, and the hand holding the turtle shell began to shake rapidly, and his five fingers were like drumsticks, beating the turtle shell repeatedly.
The small turtle shell emits the power of rumbling war drums! Occasionally, a few flashes of light, as sharp as a divine thunder, passed through the turtle shell and disappeared in an instant!
The faces of all Wen Bucao were full of expectation. Even several monks and the old man Gongye looked solemn and narrowed their eyes slightly. Wen Leyang was even more excited. The technique used by the second master now was a wrong punch. He could I never thought that wrong punches could be used to make poison.
Xiao Yi said to Wen Le Yang: "That is the empty armor left by Wen Lazi's ancestors. It is specially used to fuse extremely poisonous treasures. The poisonous blood of the Jiao Jiao is difficult to invade. If you want to refine it, you can only use this Baby!" Her voice was clear and clear, deliberately letting old man Gongye hear it.
Although Wen Buzuo has little skill, he is also very knowledgeable in the art of refining poisons. Xiao Yi then continued to say loudly: "The poison of the evil dragon is extremely poisonous in the world, but it is scattered and invisible, and it is difficult to release it without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy." . The poisonous blood of the five elements both conflicts and restrains each other. It is originally non-toxic and harmless when fused together, but once it is refined into the poisonous blood of the Chengjiao, the five elements can be used to supplement yin and yang. When the time comes, hehe... "What will happen then?" I don’t know, what he said is just a theoretical basis, no one knows the specifics.
This is something that all the ancestors of the Wen family have only thought about, but no one has ever done it!
It didn't last long, but after a few minutes, the second master suddenly jumped hard, stood still, and stopped refining poison.
The turtle shell in his hand was like a fallen leaf at the end of October, with all the edges withered, and only a bit of lightness remaining around the veins. The poisonous blood of the dragon that wrapped the blood of the Five Elements was like a seriously injured beast. The dying struggle, the feeble beating.
Although Wen Leyang is a disciple of the inner chamber, he has no understanding of the advanced poison refining skills in his family. He asked Xiao Yi with some surprise: "Is this... is it over? So soon?"
Wen Buzuo laughed and answered: "The art of refining poison does not become more effective the longer it takes. What is important is that the violence invades and the poison is tolerated. It has nothing to do with time. It does not mean that you can light a stove and bake it for decades. Make something good!" he said. He also pinched the old man Gongye from the corner of his eye. The face is full of villain smiles.
Old man Gongye gritted his teeth. He swallowed his anger and said nothing.
The body of Qianjiao. No matter for masters of poison refining or weapon refining. They are all the best things in the world. Old man Gongye had already shown his hand just now. Of course the second master was unwilling to give up. He must convince the other party with his secret technique of refining poison. Win over the body of Nijiao openly and honestly.
Everyone's eyes widened. It looked like the poisonous blood of the poisonous dragon came to life. The second master holds the turtle shell in his hand. He turned his head slightly stiffly. To old man Gongye, who was as surprised as everyone else, he said coldly: "A strange poison will be born in a moment. If you don't accept it, you can come and test the poison..." He hadn't finished his words yet. Suddenly, Nijiao's blood froze and he made a series of sounds like metal friction. Stretch your body suddenly. There was a snap. As if spitting. All the five drops of poisonous blood that had been involved in the body were sprayed onto the second master's face...
The poisonous blood of Qianjiao was lying comfortably on the turtle shell again. motionless.
The whole village was silent...
Until a burst of proud laughter, as if a ten-thousand-year-old feud had been avenged, suddenly rose into the sky, completely shattering the tranquility of Wen's village and Wen Bucao's face.
Old man Gongye laughed so hard that he almost spit out his internal organs. He jumped to the second master and said, "Where's the poison? Where's the poison you want me to try? Haha, congratulations, you finally got a turtle shell to drain the blood of the dragon." A little bit of it came out, tsk tsk, what a great trick! Hahaha... "
The second master's face was full of astonishment. He had never expected that even after using the treasure passed down by Wen Lazi's ancestors, he could not refine the poison. His face was green and white. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and he suddenly felt strange. He screamed and shouted loudly: "My grandson killed him, and the body belongs to our Wen family. It will never be your turn to refine it!"
Mr. Wen Er has become a rogue.
The other three old masters and uncle Wen Tunhai were not surprised at all. They all swarmed up and separated the corpse of Nijiao from the old man Gongye, helping the second master to play rogue together.
This is what the lame Wen Leyang didn't expect. It seems that apart from himself, several other important figures in the Wen family know Mr. Wen quite well.
Mr. Gongye's wild laughter suddenly stopped and was replaced by an angry roar...
If the old rabbit demon hadn't been happy to be there, Gongye would have released his flying sword to fight for his life.
The other Wen Bu Cao disciples all lost their minds, and the old rabbit demon intervened for a long time. Finally, the two parties reluctantly reached an agreement. The skin and bones of the evil dragon were handed over to the old man Gongye for refining, and all the flesh, blood, internal organs, snake heads and snake teeth were warmed. No grass, although I can't think of a way to refine it yet, fortunately these things will not rot.
The technical work of skinning and bone extraction was all done by Mr. Gongye. Fortunately, the Gongye family specialized in this and had ancestral craftsmanship.
All the treasures that were refined belong to Wen Bucao. Grandpa Wen said it righteously to bully others, and old man Gongye agreed willingly. In the end, Wen Leyang felt that it was unbearable and discussed it in low voices with the four grandfathers for a long time. Grandpa finally agreed and gave Gongye three dragon bones for free.
Unexpectedly, Gongye shook his head: "Jiao Ci recognizes Wen Leyang, and Jiao Gu will naturally follow Wen Leyang. It's useless for me to come. I can't refine anything!"
The group of old men behind Wen Leyang were all beaming with joy. They didn't know whether it was because his grandson's future magic weapon was sharp, or because he saved the precious snake bone. Wen Leyang discussed with the parents for a long time and gave Gongye a small piece of dragon skin. After some haggling, the old man showed that the size of a tea cup mouth had finally grown to the size of a washbasin, and he refused to let it grow any further.
The flesh and blood of Qianjiao is extremely poisonous, and nothing can hold it up after peeling off the skin. However, the Wen family has inherited poison skills for two thousand years. Although they do not have suitable poison refining tools, they want to temporarily suppress the toxicity of Qianjiao. , it’s still possible to put in some effort.
Everyone was reluctantly happy, and Wen Leyang was unable to do anything with his left leg.
Wen Tunhai was busy buying gifts to propose marriage. He listed the gift list several times but was torn up by Grandpa Wen: "They are richer than us in Crow Ridge. They don't need to buy these expensive things. Prepare some local products..."
Wen Tunhai reminded carefully: "The Luo family is also in the mountains, and there is no shortage of mountain products."
Grandpa Wen was furious: "It's just my heart. When my heart comes, it's better than anything else!"
Wen Leyang's wedding date is set for April
Seventeen days later.
The news of the marriage was jointly announced by four old ladies. Suddenly, the entire Wenjia Village was filled with joy. The mothers-in-law and aunts in the village immediately got busy. It didn't take long for the construction team to rebuild Wenjia Village also went up the mountain. The always peaceful small mountain village , became extremely lively and lively.
At noon that day, Mu Mu took Ah Dan and her honest brother Luo Wanggen and ran down the mountain to go home.
The fourth master also brought Xiao Yi, who was also panicking, Xiniang Wen Tunhai's wife and a group of famous experts to return to the old, sick and dead house.
In order to run things smoothly, the Wen family deliberately regarded the house of birth, old age, sickness and death as Xiao Yi's natal family, and the etiquette and bribes were also indispensable.
What the uncle means is that you should save as much as you can on the things you want to give away. You might as well get the treasures that are changing hands back and forth among your own family in a glorious way...
According to the local custom in Jiuding Mountain, the bride and groom cannot meet each other from the time they make an engagement until the wedding. Naturally, Xiao Yi has to go back to his "parent's house" to live for a few days. The fourth master also happened to bring someone back to the workshop. Since he knew There was a monk in the workshop, his heart was always hanging on his mind, and he would not be at ease no matter what if he did not go back and sit in the battle in person.
The second master and the third master were focused on figuring out a way to refine the strange poison of the phoenix dragon.
Qin Zhui saw Wen Leyang limping and jumping around. He had the idea of fighting him again, but he was afraid of being looked down upon by Nineteen.
Early the next morning, Mr. Wen and his uncle Wen Tunhai rushed to Crow Ridge. By this time, almost half of the thorn on Wen Leyang's leg had grown out.
The remaining half lasted for three days. Finally, with a click, the three-foot-long thorn fell to the ground.
Wen Leyang was overjoyed and stretched out his hand to pick up the thorn. As soon as he took the long pale white needle into his hand, it did not bring out the friendly feeling as he had expected. Instead, it was plain and unremarkable, neither cold nor hot. It's neither irritating nor comfortable.
Old man Gongye was guarding Wen Leyang. Now seeing the puzzled expression on his face, the old man also wondered: "Boy, is there something wrong?"
Wen Leyang nodded and talked for a long time before he made it clear that he had no special feelings about holding the dragon thorn: "If this thing recognizes its owner, it should be more intimate with me, right?"
The old man Gongye laughed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "This dragon thorn can now be regarded as a part of your body. If you hold your left hand with your right hand, does it feel intimate? If you step on your left foot and your right foot, won't it hurt? ? It’s a truth! As long as it doesn’t resist you, everything will be fine!”
Wen Leyang was a little doubtful, so he stretched out his hand and handed the thorn to the old man: "Can you try it?"
Unexpectedly, old man Gongye jumped back and ran far away as if facing a formidable enemy: "I can't touch it now!"
Wen Leyang looked at him strangely. It was Gongye who stabbed the long thorn into Wen Leyang's leg with his own hands, but now he couldn't touch it.
Old man Gongye had a good impression of Wen Leyang because everyone in the Wen family had not cheated on him. He explained with a smile: "The dragon thorn has been soaked in your body blood, but it has not been refined in the furnace. At this time, your temper is the most irritable. If others mess with it, it will be destroyed!"
Wen Leyang's old problem was gone, and a new one came: "Is this still going to be put into the furnace? Hasn't it already been recognized as the master?"
Mr. Gongye's smile was a bit labored. He didn't expect that Wen Leyang really didn't understand anything: "Try waving the thorn and see if it reacts? Although the thorn has soaked into your body blood, the sycophants accumulated in it are still there." The divine power of the dragon must be refined before it can move according to one's heart, otherwise what am I still doing!"
Wen Leyang waved the dragon's thorn randomly a few times, like a band conductor, but felt nothing except the sound of "convulsions".
At this time, there was a commotion outside, and a disciple of the Wen family came to report that the Gongye family came from Panshan, Tianjin with weapons refiners. Old man Gongye was overjoyed. He no longer cared about Wen Leyang and ran out to meet his family.
A total of two hundred people came to Gongye's house. Except for a few old men, they were all muscular young men with bronzed skin. They carried large and small boxes on their shoulders and went up the mountain and into the village like ants moving. The old man had already chosen a place for refining these days, and led the people directly to the back village, shouting loudly and starting to build a stove and a water tank... At the end of the calculation in the back village, he was furious. If Wen Leyang hadn't stopped him, he would have shouted The Rainbow Brothers helped him beat someone up.
More than two hundred men from the Gongye family put down their things, leaving some people to set up a place for refining the weapons, while others went down the mountain again and continued carrying them.
After watching for a while, Wen Leyang realized that the Gongye family had brought everything they needed to make the weapon, even water, in buckets.
"The Gongye family has always used their own things to refine their weapons, including all the fuel and water. It is said that these scraps have been raised by them for hundreds of years to refine their weapons!" The old rabbit demon was unhappy. I don't know when I walked up to Wen Leyang and said with a smile.
Panshan Gongye's disciples moved things, built sword stoves, and water troughs; the masters of toxicology in the Wen family followed the second and third masters to study the strange poison of the dragon; Grandma Wen, who was more than eighty years old, went into battle in person, commanding the villagers at the same time. The mother-in-law was preparing for Wen Leyang's marriage, while muttering: There are not enough sheep...; there was also a large group of strong laborers helping the Wen family build the house, and the whole village was in complete chaos.
Wen Leyang followed the instructions of old man Gongye and carefully put his precious dragon thorns into a strange container. Old man Gongye breathed a sigh of relief, laughed and patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the remaining I will take care of all the rest, and if everything goes well, it will coincide with your wedding, which can be regarded as a tribute to our Gongye family!"
Now even the old rabbit demon Bu Le was a little surprised: "Can you practice it so quickly? Counting from now on, there is only less than half a month left."
The old man Gongye smiled proudly: "This is not some golden spirit and ice soul, and naturally it does not need to be refined for thousands of times. Now that the dragon thorn has recognized its master, we only need to refine its true nature! Refining it does not rely on time, but on craftsmanship. It’s spirituality, you won’t understand these things even if I tell you.”
Wen Leyang really didn't understand. He stood there with a smile on his face for a while. Seeing that everyone was busy with their own business and no one paid any attention to him, he ran to the two old men again and watched them constantly testing the poison of the phoenix dragon. Now he looked at it. He went in, but not long after, Master Jifei ran over and said confidently to Wen Leyang: "Boy Wen, give me your phone!"
Wen Leyang snorted and asked casually: "What are you doing?" while handing over the phone.
"What are you doing?" Old Jifei's eyes widened and he looked at Wen Leyang like a monster: "When you get married, all the living gods in the three mountains and five mountains will be notified. My mobile phone has been shut down a long time ago. All of them are long distance. !”
Wen Leyang was startled. Hearing Jifei Laodao's tone, he seemed to want to shout out to all the casual cultivators.
His hand was about to grab the phone: "Please don't invite casual cultivators..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Wen San suddenly interrupted him: "The boss has given instructions to invite as many people as there are people. The more people there are, the more fun it will be!"
The Wen family has never been very fond of excitement. Wen Leyang was suspicious until the third master said something else: "The boss also said that he would find an opportunity to discuss with the Nineteenth Girl in the next few days to see if he can give us the original ones as gifts. The small sect of Yizigong was also invited, and we finally had a look at each other... "
Only then did Wen Leyang suddenly realize that the uncle wanted to receive a gift!
The old rabbit demon laughed loudly: "Mr. Wen's bed must be changed to a larger size this time! No matter other sects, the Great Mercy Temple and the seventy-two ancient temples in the world, they will definitely come and disturb us. A wedding meal!”
Wen Leyang still had some hesitation. His marriage was of course a big deal, but in the final analysis it was to trick the monks into leaving the Red Leaf Forest. If there were too many monks, something might go wrong.
The third grandfather saw what he was thinking, and explained coldly: "We have our own arrangements, and the fourth child will not have nothing to do when he goes back this time. Just get married with peace of mind!"
Grandpa Wen Er nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something that made him impatient and frowned: "I almost forgot something. The boss also asked me to go to Qiniang Mountain to invite Miao Bujiao to watch the ceremony." As he spoke, the old man looked at the corpse in front of him with reluctance. His mind was now completely absorbed in the strange poison he had never seen before, and he couldn't even think about eating or sleeping. He was not willing to go down the mountain to invite people.
After hesitating for a moment, the second grandfather's eyes were fixed on the third grandfather. The third grandfather quickly snorted: "I'm not going!"
Then the eyes of the two old men turned to Wen Leyang.
The uncle took Wen Tunhai to Crow Ridge. Miao Bujiao had to send an important person there. There were only three important people left in the Wen family village.
Wen Leyang asked dumbfounded: "I'm going... I'm afraid it's not appropriate?"
The second grandfather glared: "What's inappropriate! Just go if you are told. The boss is not here, I make the decision! Get out of here! Remember to get back before the wedding."
Wen Leyang had no choice. They, Wen Bucao, always prided themselves on being a wealthy family. How could a bridegroom official come directly to invite someone? However, Xiao Chi Maojiu was very happy when he heard that Wen Leyang was going to Qiniang Mountain. They, the Miao people, were originally from a wealthy family. Ignoring etiquette and doing their own thing, in their opinion, Wen Leyang was more of a friend than anyone else if he invited him in person.
Xiao Chi Maojiu also sent home the news of Wen Leyang's marriage a few days ago, but the young crops haven't come out yet, so he is probably preparing mountain goods gifts.
On Jiuding Mountain, the Old Rabbit Demon is unhappy about everything, and Wen Leyang has nothing to worry about. He really has nothing to do at home...
The large jungle in the Miao border was as humid and hot as ever, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. As Xiao Chi Maojiu walked, he kept giving him pointers, telling him what kind of witchcraft had been arranged along the way. , what will be the consequences of trespassing by outsiders. In the past few years, since the last batch of young seedling killers, 'Swarm of Bees', were destroyed by Wen Leyang, Miao Bujiao has rearranged the traps and witchcraft restrictions in the forest.
What surprised Wen Leyang was that Er Niang didn't bring anyone to welcome him out. Of course, he wasn't being picky, he just felt something was wrong.
Wen Leyang also made a special detour to the evil place. Anyway, his current walking speed is extremely fast. It doesn't take much time to carry little Chi Maojiu on his back and run as fast as he can.
The evil ground has been broken by the rabbit monsters of the big and small. The cracked dry river bed has been covered by layers of vegetation in three years. The main body of the once weird and twisted temple has collapsed, leaving only ruins and broken walls in the gaps between the vegetation. , occasionally showing a trace of misfortune, but has long since lost the ferocity of the past.
The original life and death experiences kept emerging, and even a heartless boy like Wen Leyang couldn't help but feel like he was separated from this world.
Little Chi Maojiu lay on his back and smiled: "There is nothing here, and the temple has collapsed. Hehe, I even ate ghost meat mushrooms from here."
Wen Leyang laughed and teased Chi Maojiu: "Is it delicious?"
Chi Maojiu shook his head: "It doesn't have any taste. If you eat too much, you will get tired." As he spoke, he stretched out his arm with great effort, took out a carrot from Wen Leyang's pocket, and chewed it.
At this time, a loud roar suddenly rose into the sky from the direction of Miao Village!
The whistling sound was shrill and tragic, as if a rusty knife was rubbing viciously in his throat.
Waves of creepy whimpers, as if echoing the roar, gradually condensed from the air, gradually grew stronger, and finally turned into the wails of thousands of wolves, the laughter of thousands of ghosts, and from all directions, the muddy water that once made Wen Leyang mad with hatred poured out. The sound of movement, mixed with the screams of mice and the swipes of venomous snakes, also rose up together. All kinds of disgusting sounds were sticky and tearing, like substance, wrapped around Wen Leyang's body in an instant, as if It was squirming hard, trying to get into his body through his pores.
Wen Leyang suddenly changed his expression. He had heard this crazy sound of ghosts crying, wolf howling, snakes and rats before: witch singing!
Only when extremely important witchcraft takes shape, will there be such an evil sound that seems to change the destiny. According to Xiao Chi Maojiu, no one in Miao territory can use this level of advanced witchcraft. Thick layers of dark clouds, driven by the witch singing, quickly moved in, and in a blink of an eye, the sky in Miaojiang became dark.
Wen Leyang carried Xiao Chi Maojiu on his back and ran towards the Miao Village like the wind. He was confused and confused. Could it be that a master from Painting City came to Qiniang Mountain
Xiao Chi Maojiu's expression was as nervous as his, but the joy that could only be described as irritable filled his whole body that could not be suppressed at all. He tightly held Wen Leyang's shoulders with both hands, and his voice was as dry as if he had just been raped. Two thousand kilograms of salt have been salted for half a year: "Er Niang... they... they succeeded!"
Only then did Wen Leyang realize that it was not because of outsiders, but because Miao Bujiao seemed to have made a major breakthrough in witchcraft!
It didn't take long for Wen Leyang to run into the Miao village. Layers of witchcraft fire seemed to be chaotically swaying in the center of the village. Hundreds of young Miao witchcraft masters were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their bodies as if they were sifting chaff. Trembling, the veins on his forehead were like an earthworm with its head and tail cut off, twisting in pain, which was in strong contrast with the ecstatic look in his eyes.
The sky is dark, the witch fire is enchanting, and a large group of young witches are having fun and suffering. The witch singing is rolling, getting louder and louder...
When Er Niang saw Wen Leyang coming, she immediately led the people who were not involved in the witchcraft to come up to her. She stretched out her hands and held Wen Leyang happily: "Good brother, when you get married, we Miao Jiang will give you a big gift!" , pointing at his fellow tribesmen behind him who were working together to perform witchcraft! (To be continued,) (Quanben Novel Network www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)