Why the copper piece sucked him in, all this, Chen Qingniu didn't know.

At this moment, he stood on a vast and desolate land, a land with mountains and rivers, but no life, no day or night, only a crooked moon hanging in the sky, casting layers of dark green light curtains, so that he could see with the naked eye, and he could walk without being reckless.

"This is the inner space of the copper tattoo, and my soul is also pulled in by the copper sheet?"

In fact, when he was wandering in the endless darkness before, Chen Qingniu had already determined that his current state was a soul state, under the devouring of those yin spirits, his body had already been blurred with flesh and blood, like a thousand knives, both painful and itchy, and now, he did not have the slightest strange feeling, only a mysterious sense of emptiness, as if as long as his mind moved, he could go far away, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

"However, if the copper piece absorbs and refines my soul, then can it condense supernatural powers? If it can be condensed, who will the condensed supernatural powers feed back to? What kind of supernatural powers can my soul give to it?"

One doubt after another, one conjecture after another, in the past, Chen Qingniu had not thought about how the copper piece could refine the soul of a demon beast into a beast spirit power, but now that his own soul was in it, he had to think about it.

Obviously, these doubts could not be figured out by his speculation based on his current experience and understanding of the cultivation world, and he soon took the first step.

The answer is something that needs to be found, if you just wait, there is only death.

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In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.

Anqing Jianghu exploded again, not to mention those small gangs and factions, even the Feiyan Sword Village and the Iron Fist Gang have been walking on thin ice in recent days, and all of this stems from the new Sanpin Yinxuanwei, the Great Monk of the Imperial Wind Realm, and Master Zhang Fuzhi.

"Confess, I Yinxuanwei acts, life and death, how can I ever need to explain, what I want is sincerity!"

In the county office, before Cao Jin bowed down to the case, I don't know if it was because the lights shook and the small characters on the scroll were too boring, how could he not read half of the sentence, and all he thought about in his mind was the remarks that Lord Zhang of Yinxuanwei said to him when he first came to Anqing County a few days ago.

Cao Jin couldn't help but put down the scroll, his furrowed brows suddenly stretched, and he showed a smile.

Sincerity? He Cao Jin lacks everything, but the only thing he lacks is this so-called sincerity.

Obviously, this Lord Zhang Fuzhi is very different from that ghost monk Liu Zhixian, this Lord Zhang is more pragmatic, and even does not refuse to come, after he has nearly a thousand taels of gold, several low-grade magic weapons, and two bottles of elixirs that can be cultivated into the other party's treasure bag, all this is simple.

Since it is a grievance between the rivers and lakes, no matter who did it, this Lord Zhang chose the easiest way to directly take the entire Anqing rivers and lakes to open the knife, and what he, the magistrate, did during the competition, it naturally does not matter, after all, no matter where it is, the rumors of the rivers and lakes cannot be used as empirical evidence after all.

Everything has nothing to do with him, just wait for this Lord Zhang to leave after clearing the rivers and lakes of Anqing, this Anqing county is still Anqing County, his position in the county is still firmly seated, no matter how you look at it, it is developing in a direction that is excellent for him, it stands to reason that he should be happy.

It's just that for some reason, he has always felt restless these days, and he has nightmares at night, and as a cultivator, he knows that this is not a good sign.

Ten miles away from the county government there was the courtyard of a large family, which was rented a few days ago by a wealthy and gentle man.

As for why he said that he was a big man and not an ordinary rich man, Hu Yong, who was half a Jianghu person, naturally had a bit of eyesight, and could let eight neatly behaved sword-wielding guards protect each other, and talk about gentleness but implied the domineering of the superiors, except for those big people from the city, where did they find such a person in Anqing County?

"Let's rent, it's better than taking it by force!" Hu Yong poured a bowl of wine into his mouth, his eyes were already a little confused.

"Haha, you can think about it, if I want to have half of your calmness, I won't still be a little protector, my name sounds so big, I really have to do something, and few people listen to orders. Another man dressed as a Jianghu man sat at the table opposite Hu Yong, simply drank a big bowl of wine, and said something heartfelt, "But, Yong'er, the big man in your mouth is surnamed Zhang?"

It's been a friendship for decades, Hu Yong didn't think much about it, poured another bowl of wine to himself, nodded and said: "The name of a guard written on the lease deed should be Zhang, although they deliberately want to behave like us ordinary people, but I heard that those guards sometimes call him Master Zhang." ”

Master Zhang!

In this Anqing County, except for the Sanpin Yinxuanwei who burned a fire and extinguished nearly ten gangs in the rivers and lakes as soon as he came, where can he find the second Lord Zhang in this Anqing County?

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Although the man said that he was just a small protector, but he could be one of the top ten protectors in the Iron Fist Gang, where would he be as unbearable as he just said, if it weren't for this Hu Yong, who grew up with him, if he behaved unkindly at ordinary times, it would chill the hearts of those brothers under his hands, and how could he intersect with Hu Yong, a family man who could only live by guarding a house handed down by his ancestors?

All along, he felt that Hu Yong was taking advantage of him, every time he drank the silver, he was the one who took advantage of his prestige, but this time, he seemed to have caught some of the signs of taking advantage of these years, and he was more happy to drink, as a first-class martial artist, he just quickly drank Hu Yong down, until he paid for the wine and stepped out of the restaurant, his face showed a trace of ruthlessness, the position of the protector of the law has been done for too long, he is a first-class martial artist in Chushan, in fact, he should have sat in the position of the three hall masters。

Turning his head, for the down-and-out old friend who had fallen asleep on the table after getting drunk, Chu Shan did not have any sympathy and pity in his eyes, only the endless ambition in his heart.

After returning to the Iron Fist Gang, Chu Shan met with the gang leader Liu Wuchang for the first time, and after reporting the matter, the middle-aged man who was already about to be driven crazy by the Yinxuanwei Master Zhang suddenly became fierce again.

Since the departure of the deputy gang leader Ma Chuyang, the Iron Fist Gang without a congenital master has already lowered Feiyan Sword Village, and now there is Yin Xuanwei to suppress it, in just a few days, there is already a trend of slump, and now, it is both an opportunity and an opportunity, if you can use that Hu Yong in the most suitable place, not only can you find out the intelligence to reduce losses, but at the critical moment, it can also be a lethal measure, even if the Yin Xuanwei Lord who is rumored to be in the Wind Realm will stay in this Anqing County forever, it is not impossible.

Resist the Wind!

Also known as the false Dan realm, the golden pill in the body has a rudimentary form, the vitality in the dantian qi sea has been liquefied into the yuan liquid, and is developing in the direction of condensing the Dan, the vitality in the body of the monk in this realm is full of incomparable, the vitality is out of the body, without any spell blessing, with its own can resist the wind, extremely powerful, chic.

It is precisely like this, although the dantian vitality has not been transformed into the purest spiritual power like the real Jindan realm monks, nor has it condensed spiritual sense, but it is still listed as one of the two realms of Jindan, the third realm of qi refining, no matter how good the spell is, after all, it is just an ordinary person walking on the ground, and the fact that the monks of the Wind Realm are just flying in the air can make all the monks of the Qi refining period daunted, you can't beat others, coincidentally, people can beat you, this is no longer a battle of magnitude.

Of course, the one who has the most perception of this gap can only be Lu Changfeng, the owner of Feiyan Sword Village, in the entire Anqing County.

At this moment, Lu Changfeng is still reading a lot of books in the study, the rivers and lakes outside the village have turned upside down, and the ten swordsmen in the village are already busy, but he doesn't care very much, he has a volume of books on the rivers and lakes called "Cangbei Travel" in his right hand, and on his left hand, there is a jade-like crystal clear green grass, not something else, it is the Ning Yuan grass that Jin Yue'er handed over to him when he returned from Beiyu Mountain.

Such a cherished thing, whether it is for the cultivator or for the martial arts, has a huge effect, the cultivators, the collection of heaven and earth aura in the dantian qi sea, the cycle of Zhou Tian, is called the vitality, and the so-called martial arts, is the collection of heaven and earth aura in the limbs and bones, scattered in every trace of flesh and every pore, is called internal force, and the so-called Ning Yuan grass, is a kind of spiritual object that condenses the purest essence of heaven and earth, if it is refined, no matter what kind of practitioner, it is infinitely beneficial.

Looking at the Ning Yuan grass in his hand, Lu Changfeng, who has never liked to show true joy and anger on his face, was full of hesitation at the moment, in fact, from the first day of martial arts, he showed enough talent, although he only entered the congenital at the age of thirty, but he was accumulated, and in just thirty-two years, he reached the late congenital stage and even the Great Perfection realm, which is unimaginable for a martial artist in the rivers and lakes.

However, even so, he is still hiding, whether it is external or internal, the realm he shows is only the innate mid-stage realm that is indistinguishable from the Iron Fist Gang's downhill tiger Liu Wuchang, this secret, even to his only son Lu Buwei, has never been said.

He has not swallowed this Ning Yuan Grass for two reasons, one is that he is worried that Lu Buwei will not be able to enter the innate realm after swallowing a Ning Yuan grass, and keep it for backup, although the effect of repeated swallowing of such heaven and earth spiritual objects will only get smaller and smaller, but he has seen Lu Buwei's root bone talent, coupled with his secret recuperation of his body for more than 20 years, he believes that it is definitely not difficult for his son to enter the innate realm, although it is still unknown to enter the real martial arts realm of the Sky Realm, but in the Anqing rivers and lakes, an innate master is already the existence of the top, in this way, it is enough, this is also his greatest wish。

Second, it is naturally the embarrassing situation he is in now, the congenital great consummation, it seems to be very strong, but he knows that this is just the beginning of those real martial arts cultivation, as a hegemon-level existence, although the Anqing rivers and lakes are small, but the outside world is very vast, he naturally has long heard the rumors that there are five realms above the innate world, but he has neither predecessors to lead the way nor martial arts cultivation methods, he has always relied on his own exploration, he does not know how much effect this Ning Yuan Grass can bring him, let alone whether this Ning Yuan Grass has any effect on Lu Buwei, who has now been knocked down to the realm, he is very hesitant, whether to take it yourself and fight the legendary second realm of martial arts to step on the empty realm, or let Lu Buwei take it again and see if he can recover the internal force that was scattered.

Once, he was not in a hurry to break the mirror, after all, he was the only one in the entire Anqing County with the highest realm, even if there was a Yinxuanwei Liu Zhixian of the Yuanhai Realm, he still didn't pay attention to it, and now, the new Yinxuanwei Zhang Fuzhi of the Yufeng Realm was very strong, and there was a great sense of wanting to purge the entire Anqing Jianghu forces, which made him have to think about it, on the one hand, it was the selfless doting of his father, and on the other hand, it was the oppression of the general trend, even if he Lu Changfeng, he also felt a trace of powerlessness.

Half a month has passed since that farce-like competition, and Jin Yue'er has lost a lot of weight, but her face is more haggard.

In the room, she wiped the body of the boy on the bed again, and after changing into clean clothes, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey......"

With a resentful sigh, Jin Yue'er stretched out her right hand, gently brushed away a few strands of hair that covered the young man's face, and said softly: "Ah Niu, if yes, if you can hear me, wake up quickly, now that the wind is rumoring outside, that Yin Xuanwei named Zhang Fuzhi is obviously not only coming for you, but also for our entire Anqing rivers and lakes, if you keep falling asleep like this, our Feiyan Sword Village will one day not only not be able to protect you, but even the entire Zhuangzi, I'm afraid it will be ......" As she spoke, Jin Yue'er took a deep breath, " Chen Qingniu, if you are a man, wake up for the old lady, I'm tired, did you hear it, I'm really tired, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the surnamed Zhang will break into the village one day and take you away, I can't keep you even if I resist to death, I'm not afraid of death, I can't watch them take you away, Chen Qingniu, you fucking wake me up......"

Calling it violently, Jin Yue'er lay on the side of the bed weakly, exhausted, and gradually fell asleep.

Outside the room, Lu Buwei and Lin Muzhi, who were watching this scene through the hole in the paper window, turned around one after another, and in a short period of time, these two strangers who were originally in Feiyan Sword Village but did not know each other because of their different identities and statuses have become confidants and friends.

Lu Buwei smiled bitterly: "Hey, if I hadn't gone to Beiyu Mountain, I wouldn't have met him, there wouldn't have been so many variables, and my little sister wouldn't have ......."

Lin Muzhi said seriously: "However, we don't have this friend anymore." ”

Lu Buwei nodded, the truth is this, but for some reason, he looked very worried, Jin Yue'er was not his own sister, but over the years, he did not regard this hateful girl as a relative, but the revenge was avenged, the girl was still unhappy, and began to mix in the rivers and lakes again, doing all the ruthless deeds that ruined her reputation, until she met that young man, this little sister who has never had a daughter's posture has a little more girlish heart.

All this should have been developing in a good direction, but now the situation is ......

Lu Buwei saw Lin Muzhi holding the sword and walking towards the martial arts arena again, so he asked, "It's so late, you still have to go to sword practice?"

Lin Muzhi nodded and smiled honestly: "Do what you like to do, what he told me, every time I swing an extra sword, I will have a little more understanding of the "Feiyan Sword Technique" you taught me, and I will be so strong, as long as I am strong every day, one day I can reach a very high height." ”

"And then?" Lu Buwei was clear about this logic, but he didn't understand what the meaning was.

Lin Muzhi still smiled: "Then of course I will continue to practice the sword, because I like it!"

In fact, Lin Muzhi didn't say what he really thought in his heart, practicing swords is something to be done every day, like his current temporary method of cramming Buddha's feet is not good for his state of mind, what he really thinks in his heart is just that he hopes that he can be a little stronger and then a little stronger, and now he has a second-rate master level after dating the swordsmanship that Lu Buwei taught him, if he is more diligent, then can he reach the level of a first-class master?

That Yin Xuanwei named Zhang Fuzhi is no longer a secret in the Anqing rivers and lakes because of his recent practices, in just a few days, without any explanation, he wiped out more than a dozen small gangs with iron and blood, he believes that it will not be long before that person will step into Feiyan Sword Village, will step into the room behind him, and what will happen at that time is the biggest reason why he is so diligent in practicing swords now.

Lu Buwei looked at the back of the distant figure in the dusk and did not stop it again, rain or shine, insisting on practicing the sword, is it effective? Yes.

However, even if it has a role, it can't be worth that little Ning Yuan grass, he is now in his twenties, and he has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but he still hasn't been able to enter the innate martial arts realm, and after swallowing that small Ning Yuan grass, in just a few days, he has condensed his internal strength to reach the innate realm that the Jianghu martial artists dream of, this world has never been fair, he has naturally experienced it since he was born, and after meeting Chen Qingniu, he has a deep understanding of it, and the boy who looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old can already kill the imperial court Yin Xuanwei, all this, is it really fair？

Neither is it fair, only hard work, he didn't say the cruel reality to erase the hope in Lin Mu's heart, nor did he erase the hope in his heart because of this unfairness, he was broken up by Ma Chuyang's finger and his body just condensed internal force fell into the realm, what if he Lu Buwei believed, even if he fell ten times or eight times, he Lu Buwei would definitely be able to go again as long as he went to that height, the world said that he was arrogant or unruly, that was the opinion of the world, he was him, neither the young owner of Feiyan Jianzhuang nor the gentleman who gnawed at the fame of the elders on the rivers and lakes, his name was Lu Buwei, a person has something to do in his life, and he has done it, so why hesitate？

Following Lin Muzhi's footsteps, Lu Buwei also walked to the martial arts arena, only there could he quickly find a way to re-enter the innate martial arts realm.