Clouds come and go to the inn.

Ren Zheng, who came back, sat on the bed, looking at the small gourd in his hand, with the characteristics of lilac and metallic luster, which looked like an ornament of some years.

If you are not a cultivator, you will basically not discover the spiritual power contained in it.

He remembered opening the treasure chest in the alleyway.

Nothing earth-shattering, just inserting the long-handled key into the treasure chest and getting two items.

--Get the purple gourd.

--Obtain the Dao Gate Foundation Method.

Purple gold gourd (magic weapon): imitation (magic weapon) purple gold gourd, with a small Qiankun inside, with the ability to absorb things, needs to be driven by spiritual power.

Dao Gate Basic Mind Method: Cultivation of the Tao entry-level exercises, practice can open the path of the Dao, condense spiritual power, but the cultivation speed is slow.

The opened treasure chest dissipates into smoke.

At this time, the game suddenly popped up and asked:

Do you want to use it?

Yes and no.

Two options.

Ren Zheng's thoughts moved, and he chose yes, and the book he was holding turned into a stream of words and drilled into his mind and entered his spiritual platform.

You are born to know it, you don't need to explain it.

The sixteen realms of Taoism.

Entering the Dao, seeking the Dao, asking the Dao, learning the Dao, enlightening the Dao, touching the Dao, cultivating the Dao, attaining the Dao, forgetting the Dao, giving up the Dao, becoming the Dao, and Dan Dao.

The first twelve, also known as the Tao of the world, Jindan Avenue, is the Tao that cultivators pursue all their lives.

The aura circulated in his body, wandering among the hundreds of limbs, giving him a sense of strength.

When the thought arises, the qi moves freely, as if he has been cultivating for many years, and the spiritual power is familiar.

Then, the game pops up a prompt.

Learn the Tao and open an updated list of powers.

......

Ren Zheng stood up, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Cuckoo.

In the field of vision, it is like an ordinary villain floating in vain.

Sporadic player: Ren Zheng

Rating: 0

Missions: Faction Quest (Countdown), 100 Slash (Long-term)

Practice: Initiation

Stamina: 97/105

Mana: 105/105

Psychic power: 5.

Force: 4

Min: 4

Royal: 3

Faded out of the game interface, Ren Zheng took a sip of tea, and at this moment, he heard footsteps and conversations outside the door.

"Did you hear that?"

"What's wrong?"

"The beggars' gang outside has started fighting, and they are all dead and three injured."

Ren Zheng, who was sitting on the stool, put down the teacup in his hand, listening to the footsteps and conversations in the corridor outside the house getting farther and farther away, and his eyes moved down.

This inn is the residence of the main character, Li Xiaoyao, and it is certainly one of the important locations.

Once the wind outside is tight, Ren Zheng will wait for an opportunity to move.

Stay in town, hide in the inn, and get out of town...... It depends.

The morning passed quickly.

But Ren Zheng never waited for Li Xiaoyao to appear again, so after eating lunch, he filled his hunger, and he left the inn.

The realism of the game is too high.

If he hadn't eaten lunch, he would have found himself blessed with a state of starvation.

The symbol that the three attributes of Force, Min, and Imperial will temporarily drop by 5%.

At the same time, he also found that it seemed that the official officials in the town did not care too much about the death of the beggar, and did not investigate, but only a few more figures patrolling the streets, and from time to time he saw the official in soap clothes warning the beggar.

"This is spiritual power? He actually has spiritual power in him, why didn't I perceive it before? ”

Aunt Li stood at the door of the inn and looked at Ren Zheng's departing back, and saw the gourd pinned to her belt, her eyes showed a burst of fine light.

"Purple gold gourd, no, not purple gold gourd, imitation? Could it be that he is a disciple of the Wine Sword Immortal? ”

She turned her head to look upstairs again, her eyes groaning.

Pressing the hat on his head, Ren Zheng led along the street and along the cursor road out of town.

Halfway through, his fingers pinched out the seal and pointed it on the small purple gold gourd.

Call.

The blood-stained clothes that had been changed before flew out of the mouth of the gourd, flew bigger and bigger, and fell into a remote dirt pit, and then were buried by Ren Zhengyou's branches.

Continue on your way.

When the cursor disappeared, Ren Zheng knew that he was once again close to the goal of the game.

There is nothing else around but buildings ahead.

The abandoned house, the fence had fallen in half, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and he stepped forward.

Boom.

The wooden house exploded, and a figure flew out of the house and smashed to the ground.

The costumes similar to those of the Lunatic worshippers in the town, some decorations revealed the Miao style, and the scimitar took off his hand and flew down not far in front of Ren Zheng.

He struggled to get up, and when he saw Ren Zheng, he let the blood on his body drip down, his face showed fierceness, and his eyes fell on the scimitar he had taken off.

The dagger flashed across Ren Zheng's eyes.

Whew.

I don't know if there is spiritual power in my body, Ren Zheng clearly felt the killing power from the Miao people.

Bending over, he picked up his scimitar.

Compared to the rusty short sword hidden in the cuff of his left hand, the Miao scimitar is sharper, and it is not considered a weapon technique anyway, and the Miao scimitar is easier to increase his lethality.

"Ahh

Raise your voice to strengthen your courage.

Bang.

The scimitar collided with the dagger, sparking sparks, and the dagger had more holes.

The Miao man's figure shook slightly, and the strength from the scimitar intensified his wounds.

"Die, die."

Ren Zheng shouted, lift, slash, lift, slash.

is an extremely simple technique, if it weren't for Miao Ren's injury, Ren Zheng would have to snicker if he wasn't stabbed to death with a sword.

Blood spilled on his face, and the body of the Miao fell from under his scimitar to the ground.

Smelling the smell of blood, Ren Zheng gasped.

A little excited.

"Withdraw."

There was a shout in the room.

Whoosh.

In the blink of an eye, a group of Miao people ran out of the house, and one of the Miao people saw Ren Zheng and jumped over, and the Miao scimitar in his hand turned into a beautiful arc in the air.

The speed was too fast, so fast that even Ren Zheng didn't react a little, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Want to go?"

The chilling sword light broke through the air and differentiated into a series of sharp rainbow lights.

At the same time as being extremely fast, the sword light seems to have a soft strength.

Through the body, the Miao people fell to the ground one after another.

"Boy, who are you and what are you doing here?"

A man with a sword behind his back and a wine jug, shabby clothes, and a resolute face, but the beard ruined his handsome face, adding a sloppy, but uninhibited temperament.

"Wait a minute, I'll interrogate them first."

The figures staggered, leaving an afterimage, and he came to the surviving Miao people, took a sip of wine, and then grabbed his cuffs.

"Say, why didn't you stay in Miaojiang, why did you go to the Yuhang realm?"

Ren Zheng looked at him interrogating the Miao man, and he looked at the person who was suspected of being the Wine Sword Immortal, with a sword, and the wine gourd in his hand was very similar to his purple gold gourd, and he was the enemy of the Miao people of the Moon Worship Sect.

Very much in line with his guesses.

He glanced at the dead Miao people, but did not see the key on the Miao people's body, which couldn't help but make him guess.

This key should still have a chance to drop, not everyone can drop the key.

Bending down, he fumbled around the Miao people, and soon found the money bag and some small bottles and jars.

Money bag, he's not welcome.

"Spare us, we're just doing what we're told."

Miao Ren endured the pain in his body and said with fear in his eyes.

The palm of the wine sword fairy suddenly flashed the edge of the sword, and his eyes saw Ren Zheng groping for stolen goods everywhere, and he couldn't help but scold.

As a hero, he is not only chivalrous and righteous, but the stolen silver is the fund for his activities (buying wine), how can people rob it.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Ren Zheng got a hint of the game.

"The Wine Sword Fairy has developed a dislike for you, and his personal opinion has declined, and he is now a stranger: 17."

Originally, Ren Zheng was still hesitating about the identity of the wine sword immortal, but now it's okay, the game is directly stone hammered.

"Senior, you are so powerful, you must not be short of money, you will not be such a strong master will not lack this money, right?"

His slightly exaggerated expression, his declining prestige, almost fell below neutrality.

Jiu Jianxian wanted to refute it, but he didn't really want to admit that he was poor, and he couldn't say it when he was blocked by Ren Zheng's words.

But he was really poor.

It is not every day that a 'rich man' like today's one is delivered, and he spends a lot of money on buying alcohol and drinking, and he has little money, but it is often that he has no money.

"How is it possible, I'm okay."

He said stiffly.

Ren Zheng twitched his nose, smelled the rich aroma of wine, and thought in his heart.

Since it is called Wine Sword Fairy, it must be that he likes to drink very much, and he relies on wine to brush up on his goodwill.

Compared with Li Xiaoyao, a person who is known as the protagonist, brushing is obviously the favor of the master's wine and sword fairy, and the benefits seem to be more obvious.

"The predecessor is in front of the town, why don't I invite you to drink."

The wine sword fairy shook his wine gourd, and there was not much wine.

couldn't help but smack his lips, and his favorability towards Ren Zheng improved in an instant.

Money, he doesn't care, wine, he is the more, the better.

"Okay."

For Ren Zheng, Jiu Jian Xian was not worried at all.

In his impression, Ren Zheng is probably a person who got the method of cultivation by luck, his cultivation is very shallow, he should be a beginner in cultivation, his strength is weak, and he is a little greedy for money, like an innocent Taoist body.

Very strange person.

The wine sword fairy grabbed Ren Zheng and flew with the sword.

"Where did you get this gourd artifact?"

Ren Zheng looked at the small purple gold gourd pinned to his belt, looked at it, and then looked at the big gourd of the Wine Sword Immortal, and sighed lightly.

"My little gourd is like the one of my predecessors, it is in the package I picked up, in addition to this purple gold gourd, there is also a book of Daomen basic mental methods, I will practice according to the book."

The Wine Sword Immortal frowned slightly.

"Zijin?"

I just don't know what I'm thinking?

Entering the town and landing, under the leadership of Ren Zheng, the two came to the Yunlaiyun Inn.

"Get some snacks and serve me as much wine as there is in the store."

Ren Zheng shouted arrogantly.

Click.

The money pouch rests on the table, opening to reveal broken silver and copper plates.

"I'm not short of money."