In the early morning of the next day, Changsheng finished practicing his sword and began his daily routine.

Let's take a look at the cultivation of the two enshrinements, as well as the four retainers, and more than two hundred guards who are training.

Leaving some of the quenched Seven Star Pei Yuan San, he went to the Sword Pavilion again.

After a period of popularity, the business of Wenjian Pavilion has stabilized.

In addition to some high-end orders, the long swords displayed in the hall can sell more than a dozen every day.

Leaving the store, Ye Changsheng took a car to the Sword Casting Hall.

Since the last time Zhang Wanli was scared to pee, the officers and soldiers of the Governor's Mansion have never looked for trouble.

Today's Sword Casting Hall is thriving.

In the workshop, the apprentices were building low-level weapons to practice, and Elder Lu was leading a group of old people to study new techniques.

These days, Ye Changsheng has provided them with a lot of casting secret methods, all of which are from the Wuji Demon Venerable two thousand years ago, which makes a group of old people feel like they have obtained a treasure, and they are hungry and thirsty.

Whenever Ye Changsheng appeared, the old people immediately gathered around, gossiping, eager to figure out all the problems at once.

Changsheng is not in a hurry to answer, anyway, he wants to use new materials and new techniques to forge a sword for the envoy, and it would be good to take everyone to practice it.

Hong Xiaowan came once, secretly printed the immortal sword, and left in a hurry.

This sword is no longer the original immortal sword, but the difference is very small, enough to deceive Hong Xiaowan and Hong Yuntao.

Zi Ling'er also came.

"I'm not here to see you, I'm here to visit!" Xiao Daogu stiffened her face, her eyes were resentful, and she stubbornly raised her chin.

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay, don't be angry, in a few days, I will personally forge a sword for you, which will definitely be better than your current sword." ”

"Really?!" Xiao Daogu's tense face melted in an instant, and she clapped her hands and laughed, "Great!"

The mood fluctuations were too great, Zi Ling'er couldn't help coughing a few times, and the blood on her face faded, showing a strange paleness.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but feel distressed, pushed the wheelchair forward, and said, "Little bell, if I say that I can cure your illness, do you believe it?"

Zi Ling'er's eyes widened, and she nodded vigorously: "I believe whatever Brother Changsheng says!"

Ye Changsheng asked Zi Ling'er to come forward, put his ear close to her, and elaborated on a cultivation method.

I have to say that the inheritor of the body of the Nine Shadows is not ordinarily good, Ye Changsheng only said it once, and Zi Ling'er remembered it all.

Ye Changsheng looked amazed, and for the sake of prudence, he repeated it again.

After making sure that the little bell had memorized everything, he instructed: "Go back and follow this method of pranayama, and your illness will soon be cured." ”

Zi Ling'er nodded excitedly, she tried to breathe just now, and obviously felt that her breath was much smoother.

What made Ling'er even happier was that this set of mental methods was passed on to her by her elder brother close to her ear.

The law does not pass on the six ears, this is the secret of my elder brother and me!

After a busy day, at night, Ye Changsheng returned to Ye Mansion.

He changed into a green coat and hat, carried a vine on his back, and quietly left through the back door.

Although someone is secretly monitoring Ye Mansion, who cares about the whereabouts of a slave in Tsing Yi?

Who would have thought that this Tsing Yi slave would be Ye Changsheng, who couldn't do without a wheelchair?

The mass grave is located on a barren hill in the northwest outside the town.

Every year, the lower reaches of the Yinsha River are flooded, and a large number of refugees are always displaced to Sanshui Town.

Those who are lucky can find a way to survive, and those who are unlucky will either die of illness or starvation, and finally be wrapped in a sack and buried in a mass grave.

There are also some people who will go to the end of despair in groups and commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.

In the night, the mass graves were lifeless, and small raised dirt bags were spread all over the hills.

Ye Changsheng held his breath and cautiously walked between the mounds.

The evil aura of the mass grave is very heavy and mixed, mixed with the smell of corpses with toxins.

Before coming, Changsheng's clothes were soaked in glutinous rice water, which was said to dissolve the corpse qi, but Changsheng believed it anyway.

After scattering the last handful of paper money, Ye Changsheng walked to the end of the mass grave.

The divine sense emanated, and soon, he caught a powerful evil aura.

Under a small dirt slope, the ravines were criss-crossed, and two rabbits suddenly burst out of the grass, so frightened that Ye Changsheng almost jumped up.

The place where the rabbit escapes is not a rabbit hole, but a hole left by a tomb robber.

The entrance of the cave was mostly blocked by the lost sediment, and it was covered by wild grass, so it could not be seen from the outside at all, but Ye Changsheng could sense the evil qi escaping from the entrance of the cave.

He stepped forward with courage, opened the entrance of the cave with his hand, held the crossbow in his hand, and bowed into the cave.

The crossbow arrows shot by the Heart-Destroying can easily penetrate the defenses of the masters of the Spirit Realm, and they are enough to deal with low-level demon beasts.

At the end of the cave, there is a large irregular hole in the ground, and below is a dark burial chamber.

Ye Changsheng took out two luminous stones and threw them down.

"Boom!"

Two luminous stones fell to the ground, emitting an empty echo.

Countless dust splattered up, fluttering messily in the faint light.

The burial chamber is not the main chamber, and there are no coffins and burial goods.

The remains of some small animals lay on the ground, and on the right side there was a heavy stone door, which was pushed open in half.

Ye Changsheng observed for a moment and jumped down from the entrance of the cave.

Picking up the luminous stone on the ground and tying it to the back of his hand, Ye Changsheng held a long sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other, and passed through the half-hidden stone door.

"Whew!"

A yin wind blew, Changsheng's clothes were useless, and the cold penetrated the body and penetrated into the bone marrow.

In the dark and dead passage, a few vague shadows floated, both real and illusory, drifting forward for a moment, and then retreating into the darkness.

These low-level undead are probably floating from the mass graves, and because they have not been cultivated for a long time, they are just unconscious shadows, without any aggression.

If it weren't for Ye Changsheng's cultivation of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique, he wouldn't even be able to sense the existence of these undead.

The passage was filled with a sinister aura, and the further you went, the purer and more powerful the aura became.

On the left side of the passage, a small door appeared, and when Ye Changsheng just passed by, suddenly, a strong wind suddenly rose.

A rusty giant axe, wrapped in an eerie aura, snorted, and slashed at Ye Changsheng's head!

Ye Changsheng's body quickly dodged outward, and at the same time pulled the crossbow of his hand.

"Duh!"

The black crossbow bolt flew out and nailed to the black shadow's chest, and Ye Changsheng fell to the ground in embarrassment.

In the narrow door, a tall figure slowly emerged.

It was clad in rotten armor, covered in black gas, with a long-handled axe in its hand, and under its tattered helmet, black air-dried skin was exposed, and two hollow eye sockets.

Zombie Guard?!

Under Ye Changsheng's frightened gaze, the tall zombie guard took a step forward and picked up the giant axe again.

A terrifying ferocious aura enveloped Ye Changsheng in an instant.