The Path of Sin

Chapter 11: Wei Wu Qinghong

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"Okay." Wu Yunzhao held a little guy in his arms. This is an orphan he adopted. He was just four years old and named Wu Tianlong: "Seeing that this guy looks bad, his clothes are all rotten."

"Hehe, Master and Madam, the disciple has developed in the past seven years, please see."

The sword in Longhen's hand was unsheathed, and the murderous aura was rippling in the garden. The blooming flowers were unlucky, and all the flowers that were blown by this force fell off, but at this time, even the teacher did not notice, because the dragon's mark was used for war. The trick of the general door broke the boat, and only those above the heaven could use it. Doesn't that mean that the dragon mark has the strength of the heaven

"Ah? How far has the power of the heavens reached? Let the teacher check it out." Wu Yunzhao was overjoyed. One more heavenly master would have more power to fight against demons. He has always worried about the number of masters under his disciples, and no one can afford it. With it, he stretched out his hand to check the Longhen meridian: "At the mid-level of the sky, what adventure is there in the end?"

"Master, you pinched the disciple to death. I'll change my clothes and take a shower. I haven't washed it in seven years." Long Hen knew that it was time to run as soon as he saw the flowers on the ground. Before the teacher could reflect, he quickly turned around and ran away.

"The little bastard has learned ghosts, and has harmed my flowers." Shi Niang finally reflected: "My flowers."

"Hehe, I said why I run in such a hurry."

Wu Yunzhao ordered his disciples to collect these petals for the female disciples to use in a bath.

Long Hen came to the bathroom comfortably, washing the mud all over his body in the hot water, still taking a bath comfortably, and smoothly washed Dajin Xiaojin.

The clothes are not ready-made. The Dragon Mark randomly asks for a set similar to that of the logistics staff, but it is still a bit big, and it is awkward to look at it, but the speed here is very fast, and it will not take much time to make the clothes. Of course, they are all warlords. The uniform of the disciples.

"I don't say hello after seven years, and I will harm my flowers when I come back." The teacher is very gentle, has already prepared food for people, and has prepared two big tables. Daikin and Xiaojin have already eaten them: "Quickly Come and sit down. Tell me how you developed the mid-ranking strength in seven years. You must know that this is one level higher than your elder sister."

"Haha, good luck, I just wanted to go home and have a look, but I found the baby by accident."

Longhen started to make up the story, only that Xiaojin didn't know that he had caught a piece of gloomy wood from there, but he did not expect to attract the legendary Purple Beard Dragon King Baoshen. After seven years, he was absorbing the power of medicine and practicing martial arts. As for the two The divine weapon was also explained as being obtained with the gloomy wood: "Master, it is strange to say that the gloomy wood seems to be a coffin with these two weapons in it, but there is no one inside. Could it be that it was a special weapon? "

"Is this?" Wu Yunzhao stroked the sword. Although I don't know how many years have passed, many decorations on the Excalibur have rotted, and even the scabbard has rotted away, but the sword itself is not damaged in the slightest.

"In the legend, the fifth and sixth divine weapons created by the master craftsmen in the world, Wei Wu Qinghong and the flying dragon are in the sky." Shi Niang looked at the ancient characters on the gun: "According to the ancient records, Wei Wu Qinghong was buried with the Tianmu King. So everyone has been looking for which legendary tomb, Sanwa, was this gun discovered together?"

"Well, it was like this when Xiaojin got it back, but that bunch of ginseng has caused me miserable harm, and only such a big gloomy piece of wood was gnawed." Longhen lifted the burden.

"This is not a small one. If you have good technology, you can come out with a few medicine cauldrons. This is a priceless treasure." Wu Yunzhao muttered, "But we have no experience in making this medicine cauldron. We have to ask a genius doctor to help. Longhen , I found that you have a lot more money-making skills than mine."

"Haha, the master taught well."

Both the sword and the big spear need to be sorted out. Naturally, the craftsman re-polish it, and the hilt is made of the poisonous dragon horn. The teacher said with a smile: "Sanwa, it is a waste of the treasure to keep it in the warehouse. Do you have any plans?"

"I have forgotten even if I don't tell me, I don't have any plans. It's all about the master." Long Hen ate the delicacy happily: "Sister, I haven't eaten anything decent in seven years."

"Hehe, then eat more, that poisonous dragon horn can cure hundreds of poisons, so let's make him into a necklace, which will be one string for each person in the future."

"That's not good, it will shine within a few years." Wu Yunzhao said: "You must know how to save and stimulate the disciples. This is a treasure. It is only distributed to those disciples with mid-level strength to stimulate everyone to practice hard."

Longhen’s appetite has always been great. He ate four dishes, ate five or six catties of barbecue, and drank several catties of wine. Finally, he was full. It was just a meal. The sword and gun have been reprocessed. , After all, it was just a decoration. Looking at this sword with silverfish skin as its sheath, the white hilt fits well.

Wu Yunzhao smiled and said: "But our warlord doesn't have any shots. I will find a copy for the teacher in a moment."

"Thank you, Master."

Although Longhen's strength is now strong, but his tricks are still lacking. Wu Yunzhao has a good way. He used that poisonous dragon's horn and a spear sect in exchange for a book of storm pear flower spears for Longhen to learn by himself, and he specially taught dragon marks on the mountain. For half a year.

This dragon mark's kung fu seems to be long, Murong Siyu has been teaching the same school in the martial arts for several years.

There were two tripods carved out of the gloomy wood, and the Phantom did not hesitate to charge a manual fee. In fact, she didn't want to give the dragon mark to the other one, but she felt really embarrassed.

"Junior brother, did you have so many elixir from there?" Murong Siyu said depressed: "I have been practicing for 80 years, and I have eaten two spiritual grasses to achieve my current strength. You surpassed me?"

"Hello, junior sister." Long Hen said solemnly, and couldn't help laughing: "Interesting, according to our rules, the strongest is the best. From now on, I will be the chief senior brother."

"Cut, the beauty of thinking." Murong Siyu didn't want to buy it: "Come on, right?"

"You are fighting, don't use weapons. You Long Jinghong can't resist Wei Wu Qinghong's slash." Wu Yunzhao looked at the two disciples amusedly.

"Stop fighting, good elder sister." Long Hen is not interested in the title of the chief disciple. Others are naturally fighting for the immortal weapon, but he now has a divine weapon. What is he still arguing for

"Are there any stocks?" Murong Siyu smiled slyly: "Be obediently respecting Senior Sister. Senior Sister will introduce you to your girlfriend. I know several princesses, such as Izumo and Luoyue, they are all human beings. The taste is dignified, and Yang looks outstanding."

"Hehe, Sister, are you so many elixirs?" Longhen is not so generous. He is only a mid-ranked heavenly rank now, and he is not qualified to squander those drugs: "But it's still a little bit, but I want to give it to the little fox. I can't give it to you. Dajin and Xiaojin have been grinding me for half a year, and I am not willing to give it."

"What?" Wu Yunzhao frowned: "The monsters have different ways, so don't give them to the monsters."

"Well, I didn't intend to give it all. I originally wanted to make the medicine partly as a gift on the master's birthday, and partly for the little fox."

"What kind of baby is it?" Murong Siyu asked curiously: "Don't you always give baskets of peaches to the birthday gifts to the master?"

"Eight thousand years of ginseng essence."

"Ah?" Wu Yun's shocked sword fell on the ground: "Take it out and let me see. You know that thousand-year ginseng is a treasure. You dare to say eight thousand years? Isn't it nonsense?"

"I have locked the disciple's storage cabinet and want to configure Yunshen Pill, but it is difficult to buy all the medicines, but the master's birthday is still three months away."

Long Hen knew that if the thing was refined into medicine, it could be practiced into at least a hundred pieces, and if all of them were absorbed, one would be a low-ranking heavenly rank. No wonder Wu Yunzhao was so shocked.

Murong Siyu didn't believe it at all, and immediately returned to Chang'an and opened the storage cabinet. He took out a ginseng tree from it. When the jade box was opened, the house was fragrant. Not to mention eating, just smelling it makes people refreshed.

"It's really eight thousand years of ginseng." Wu Yunzhao counted the little man's beard: "It's still alive. I can't find this thing even in the immortal world, right?"

"I counted that purple ginseng's beard is 20, which should be 20,000 years old. I wanted to prepare it as a medicine, but Dajin and Xiaojin tore it off with one mouth." Longhen said regretfully, "So The disciple can only eat the rest."

"No wonder you have such strength. Just this ginseng has the mid-level strength of the heavenly rank. You must know that it takes at least eighty years for a mortal to cultivate to a lower position, and you have to rely on medicine to assist. This mid-level heavenly rank is equivalent to eight. One hundred years of hard cultivation, of course, this is only purely theoretical. After all, the higher the knowledge, the faster the cultivation speed." Wu Yunzhao heard the ginseng: "This is a baby. Wu Yunzhao has not lived in vain in my life. I finally saw the baby."

"Brother, give me half." Murong Siyu said domineeringly: "I can point you to martial arts for a year, so it's half a master anyway."

"Sister, what you want is too cruel, right? Look at Dajin Xiaojin staring at you." Longhen comforted the two-headed birds: "Master, Master, you can get half of it. You can't get through if you take half."

"What do you need for Yunshen Pill?" Wu Yunzhao knew that this kind of medicine could increase the cultivation level of people: "Use another one for the teacher, and you can't let the Phantom touch it. That woman is too ruthless, and half of the meeting is divided."

"Take Bailu as frost, amethyst, deer antler, tianlong water, blood coral and clove." The dragon mark has matured prematurely.

"Well, there are some in some doors, but Tianlong Water and Blood Coral are produced in the Dragon Palace. These two have to be changed. Well, I will use weapons to exchange some of them with them."

Wu Yunzhao immediately started, and after three days he got enough medicine back. Longhen made such precious medicine for the first time, so I was a little nervous. He cut half of it and fed it to Dajin Xiaojin, and the other half was used as medicine. Look at Murong. Si Yu felt distressed for a while. She knew that these two birds were already in the middle of the sky. Rather than let them eat, Dragon Mark should eat it herself. In fact, she didn't know that these birds were definitely not pets. They were friends to Dragon Mark. .

Nine tense days passed. Don't look at it for the first time, but it was very successful. He produced fifty Yun Shen Pills, and this one could create a low-ranking master.

"It's pretty good, ten for the master, ten for the wife, ten for the sister, ten for me, and ten for the little fox." Longhen packed the medicine into the jade bottles.

"This one is equivalent to a low-level master in the heavens. Feeding the fox is a bit wasteful, but she saved you two lives. That should be the reason." Wu Yunzhao was very satisfied with his disciple's character: "But remember that she is like a monster. Love, heaven is not tolerated, you can repay your kindness, but remember not to embark on an evil path."

"The disciple remembered."

Long Hen was playing with the medicine. Naturally, this medicine was taken by himself. Although Wu Yunzhao was strong, it was also a spiritual level. These ten medicines could last hundreds of years of hard work.

Several people retreat separately. Although this medicine is not as fast as taking it directly, it is not wasted. If the previous medicine dragon marks are refined into medicine, he may have reached the spiritual position, especially the purple beard old man ginseng. Niu chewed the peony, but now Longhen still had a lot of medicinal power deposited in his body that he hadn't absorbed. After absorbing those medicines, it was enough for him to rise to the next level.

It's time for Dajin and Xiaojin to go. They are monsters. Although they can also practice martial arts and martial arts in the world, they still have different places. So the three discussed, Dajin learned from Demon King Village to learn spells, and Xiao Jin learned from Shituoling to learn martial arts, and No one took two Yunshen Pills as apprentice gifts.

They were accepted as disciples very smoothly. Of course, if the master teaches them, they can finish learning quickly, but the master is not so fond of teaching. The human race is better. Accepting apprentices depends on the aptitude and character, but the demons pay attention to material benefits. You have to get some elixir, otherwise you won't even be able to enter the door.

Wu Yunzhao’s birthday is here, and the royal chefs in the palace are here to help entertain the guests. This day is a grand occasion. Of course, the spiritual world is different from the human world, so today’s birthday is to entertain friends from the spiritual world, and it is a friend of the Three Realms, and the next day is a human being. Practitioner, the third day is to celebrate with ordinary people, this guy is really corrupt.