It was really Ye Lang's swarthy appearance that was too famous, so after arriving in Fang City, he was surrounded and watched, and it was difficult to move an inch, until Lu Shu couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled Ye Lang and disappeared in front of everyone, and when he reappeared, he was already in the wing of the teahouse. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Li Rudao looked a little embarrassed at the two of them, Ye Lang still had some injuries on his body, it should have been injured during the competition, although he was simply bandaged, but he didn't deal with it carefully, and he didn't know how Lu Shu pulled her out to mess around.

"The sect Xiaobi has just ended, why can't Senior Sister Ye recuperate well." Although it was said to Ye Lang, it was also said to Lu Shu.

Lu Shu was stunned when she heard this, and only thought about winning the spirit stone, finding suitable weapon materials for Ye Lang, and rebuilding a weapon for her, but she forgot about her injury.

"It's all minor injuries, but it's not a big deal." Ye Lang said with a smile, there are no major injuries, they are all small wounds, just take care of them, otherwise she would not have come with Lu Shu.

Seeing that Ye Lang said that she was relaxed, but she was still a little tired between her eyebrows, Lu Shu blamed herself for being careless, and wanted Senior Brother Li to tell her what she had seen and heard about the Burial Sword Valley, so she made an appointment with such a place, and went to the gambling house to get the spirit stones she won, but after getting the spirit stones, she counted them, and added interest to the spirit stones of the two people, and the extra spirit stones exceeded her estimate, she suddenly became a little rich woman, and she took Ye Lang around with her happiness.

Seeing Ye Lang's small wound that had already scabbed, Lu Shu hurriedly took out a lot of wound medicine and stuffed it to Ye Lang, and said, "The matter of burying the Sword Valley, let Senior Brother Li talk to you, Senior Sister is a little careless, and she won't be next time." ”

"Senior sister."

Ye Lang didn't mean to blame her, in fact, she was quite happy, when Lu Shu was shopping, she asked her preferences every time, and even the refining materials she chose were mostly suitable for the fire spirit root, how could she not know her kindness, after the competition with Cen Haitang, she behaved too ordinarily, making people not feel that she had just participated in a big battle, so that Lu Shu, who was already very arrogant, did not pay attention.

"Don't look at me with this kind of look, listen well, choose a powerful weapon to come out, if you are not satisfied, senior sister has prepared materials here, and I can recreate a weapon that suits you for you." After Lu Shu finished speaking, he walked around the room, arranging the place into a vacuum area that was isolated from any divine sense, and even Jin Dan Zhenren could not detect the words they discussed.

After all, the matter of the Burial Sword Valley belongs to Zixiao's top secret.

Li Rudao put the ordinary brush that had never left his body on the table and said, "Senior sister, please take a look." ”

Ye Lang looked at his hand, the pen body is one foot three inches long, the tip of the pen is gathered with a sharp edge, the ink is dyed but not dirty, a little ink is fixed at the tip of the pen, the pen body is made of navy blue I don't know what kind of material, the pen bucket is engraved with a burst of runes, and it is like carving a silver-white cloud pattern, winding and stopping, the crown is the same, the whole pen looks a little ordinary, not even a lanyard, but with a literati and ink writer's pursuit.

"It's a holy name, I don't know who took it, but it's worthy of its name." Li Rudao looked at it with pity, and he couldn't remember how many times he relied on it to escape danger and cross one barrier after another, and now the Shusheng was not only his weapon, but also his partner.

After listening, Ye Lang stretched out his hand and approached, carefully feeling the breath of the sage, and a sense of desolation greeted him, as if he was in a desolate place after the war, watching the endless wind and rain knock on the blood stains on the ground, and sink into the mud under the layers of washing, with a kind of desolation after the hero's loneliness, and as if writing the sadness of history, the vicissitudes of the world.

Li Rudao's voice came slowly, pulling Ye Lang back to reality: "After entering the Burial Sword Valley, don't relax for a moment. ”

Legend has it that the Burial Sword Valley is a corner of the ancestor of the Kaipai School moved out of the ancient battlefield, with the smoke of the battlefield, the people who enter it can even feel the killing atmosphere of the soldiers, and only in such a place can countless armor weapons be buried, in order to suppress their arrogance, a good armor will become the help of the master, and even a partner, there is a spirit, how can you still be buried by yourself in a place where you don't see the light of day.

"What's right for you is the best, not necessarily the strongest." Li Rudao finally said.

In fact, there is not much to say, only when you enter it, can you really appreciate the feeling in it, he is used to being easy-going all his life, and he met the book saint without entering the depths, which can be regarded as his creation.

The news she got from Senior Brother Li had already made Ye Lang a little sure, she originally thought it was just a simple cave mansion, but she didn't expect that the Burial Sword Valley was like a secret realm, after feeling the breath of the ancient battlefield from the book saint, Ye Lang felt her blood boiling, and she wanted to see the whole picture, and the faint expectation in her heart made her even more excited.

"Master!" As soon as she returned to her residence, Ye Lang felt the breath of her master, and when she saw her sleeping soundly against the table, it was the first time she had seen such a master sleeping, and the tiredness on her face seemed to let her see the old man in the cabin.

Do people in the incarnation period sleep?

It doesn't seem to be, I haven't seen Jindan real people sleeping, either retreat or meditation, before building the foundation, you need to sleep and eat to supplement the body's needs, there is nothing else on Hanxue Peak except wine, although Ye Lang also eats some, but most of the time he relies on Bigu Dan to solve it, which can also reduce the impurities in the body and let the body get used to this feeling.

The sound of Ye Lang coming back still woke up the sleeping old man.

"Coming back?" The voice that just woke up was lazy and a little tired.

Ye Que opened his eyes, his eyes were a little cloudy, he couldn't see the figure clearly, he gently closed his eyelids and opened them again, he already knew the result of the sect Xiaobi, and he didn't see his apprentice come back after waiting for a long time, and he fell asleep unconsciously, and I don't know why recently, my body is very tired, sometimes I feel that my body is not my own, obviously my consciousness is still there, but I can't control the movements of my body, it seems that he is finally a little bit of a life expectant, but his apprentice is still so young, he is very worried about her.

"If the master is tired, rest early, and there is no need to wait for the apprentice." Ye Lang said with some guilt, warmed the cold water on the table, soaked the tea he got from Li Rudao, poured a cup for Ye Que, and put it in front of him.

"I'm getting more and more proficient in using spiritual power." Ye Que took the teacup and nodded with satisfaction.

Anyone who uses his spiritual power to the little things in life every day will also have such an effect, at the beginning, Ye Lang just used his spiritual power to dry his clothes, and later was discovered by Ye Que, so he asked her to cook by herself, boil water, light lamps, and all the places where fire can be used, let her do it step by step, and burned a lot of things at the beginning, until now she can control it freely, she has practiced it little by little.

Ye Lang smiled, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and was refreshed.

"I didn't say a word when I was injured, and I came back so late." Ye Que saw the scar that Ye Lang had exposed when he raised his wrist, put down the teacup, took the plaster left before, and wiped it on for Ye Lang.

Feeling that Shizun personally rubbed the medicine on himself, Ye Lang's heart was warm, and he didn't forget to explain, and said, "Senior Sister Lu took me to Fang City to find Senior Brother Li, and asked him to tell me about the burial of Sword Valley." ”

"Oh." Ye Que paused for a moment and continued, "The last disciple who entered the Burial Sword Valley? ”

The apprentices also know some of the good friends, they are all good disciples, but they still need to be experienced.

"Well, Senior Brother said that the Burial Sword Valley is a corner of the ancient battlefield, Master, is it true?" Ye Lang asked curiously, among the Zixiao Sect, the master is the oldest, and there is nothing he doesn't know, just like a living library pavilion.

"What do you think?" Ye Que didn't answer, he rolled up Ye Lang's sleeve, and the covered wound appeared in front of him, he frowned, and continued to give her medicine.

Thinking of the breath she felt during the day, that feeling made her like it very much, Ye Lang tilted her head and said uncertainly: "I don't know, even if it is not an ancient battlefield, it should be a battlefield, it feels very intimate." ”

Ye Que listened, glanced up, looked at Ye Lang's expression at this time, and then continued to rub the medicine on her, staring at the wound and applying it gently, this girl even had brown wrists, it seemed that the effect of the decoction had not been fully digested.

Remembering something that he hadn't asked, he asked, "Ah Lang, have you never been curious about the effect of the body refining method that the master gave you?" ”

"What the master gives, no matter what it is, Ah Lang believes it." For him, Ye Lang trusts him wholeheartedly.

Looking at the silly smile on his apprentice's face, Ye Que didn't know whether he was happy or depressed, such an honest apprentice, who was deceived by someone and helped him count spirit stones, he still tried to live longer, and when she grew up, he taught her the sinister nature of the world.

Ye Lang naturally didn't know what Ye Que was thinking, if she hadn't experienced her previous life, she might be a little skeptical, but the bloody lesson of her previous life, Shizun still remembered her even when she died, worried about her, and now she, would she still doubt Shizun's intentions.

"Silly girl." ruffled Ye Lang's hair.

"Master, you just applied the medicine with your hands." Ye Lang said with disgust, but the smile in her eyes still revealed her emotions, and the words she said seemed to be coquettish.

Ye Que took out a brown jade slip from his sleeve, the traces on it were a little worn, and the age seemed to be a little old, and he solemnly placed it in Ye Lang's hand.

"What is this?" Ye Lang looked at the jade slip that was placed in her hand in confusion, could this be her method of refining her body?

"The alchemy technique you're cultivating now." Ye Que answered her doubts.

Ye Lang was surprised, at the beginning, she thought it was a broken method of refining the body, which could only refine the body, except for turning black, the rest of the effects were not particularly obvious on her, but this time the sect knew the strength of her body after the competition.

Regardless of the smug smile in Shizun's eyes, Ye Lang reached into his divine sense, sighed, and attacked her with an ancient barren aura, and four words appeared in her mind in an instant.

"Flood Witch Body!"