The young man with the sword box on his back sat down near the door, solemn and slightly uneasy in his coldness, as if he was waiting or afraid of something.

Meng Qi wanted to come forward and say: "Little brother, poor Taoist temple, your Yin Hall is black, I'm afraid something bad will happen." ”

But considering that he first came here, his eyes were black, he didn't know the situation, and he didn't know whether he was the enemy or the enemy, so he finally decided not to use any extraneous skills.

He turned his head and looked at Xie Xian with a smile: "Maocai seems to have a yearning for flying swords?"

It's an opportunity to cut to the chase and get to the point of getting a general picture of what is going on here.

Jiang Zhi smiled and listened to it, this ability to deal with people and talk to others was not as good as Xiao Meng.

Regarding this point, Meng Qi himself is also quite proud, after all, he has been pitted by so many old foxes, calculated by Wang Siyuan, Jiang Hengchuan and others, and has been in the rivers and lakes for a few years, if he hadn't grown up, he would have become a roadside corpse a long time ago!

As soon as the word Maocai came out, many people in the carriage looked over, and it seemed that Xie Xian's age was very surprising that he could become Maocai.

Xie Xian, who was watched by everyone, blushed again, very cramped, and said: "Yes, who doesn't yearn for a sword immortal who can take people and take people's heads from a hundred miles away?"

"But how many sword immortals of this level are there in the world?" Taoist Ouyang Zheng muttered, "The theory of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword is just bragging, the Taoist techniques are complicated, each has its own usefulness, and it is extraordinary, how can it be broken with one sword?"

Jiang Zhi secretly transmitted his voice and said to Meng Qi: "He has a lot of talismans, when it is the Dao Gate Divine Talisman, hooking the vitality of the vein, after the 'Demon Chaos Earth' and the overlord, the demon Buddha and other calamities, the inheritance is completely broken, only the formation and the talisman technique itself is still left, there is no way to cultivate yourself, you can try it from this aspect." ”

With the love and direction, Meng Qi took the lead in the chat without much effort, and slowly extracted some of the news from Ouyang Zheng and Xie Xian.

This place is jointly dominated by the Ink Palace, which is good at tricks, and the Immortal Sect of several Great Daomen, and the Ink Palace is the strongest. It is equivalent to the imperial court, divided and ruled all states and counties, and the status of the immortal sect is detached, there are two veins of the Fu seal and one vein of the sword immortal, the magic is supernatural, the flying sword is strong, and it is regarded as a person among the immortals. In case of drought, they must pray for rain and water to ensure a good year, and as for the flood, the Mo Palace and the Taoist priests will help.

Xie Xian has a good talent, he has been running around the village organ master since he was a child, and later entered the Mo Palace of Huowu County, practiced the art of the organ, and became a Maocai with an excellent performance. Become a real mechanic, and be recommended to participate in this year's "virtuous" exam, in order to enter the ink palace of Yongzhou, the city of Zhouzhou, to learn more advanced mechanics.

According to Xie Xian's description, his current mechanism technique can only make various substitutes. For example, cattle, horses, prosthetics, etc., without the power of actual combat, the safety of the village still depends on the warriors, as for Ouyang Zheng. It belongs to the Immortal Sect to supervise the Fire Misty Mountain to prevent the infested demons.

"Wait until I become a 'virtuous person' and study in the Yongzhou Mo Palace. You can make puppet people, trap tigers, and all kinds of better prosthetic limbs......" Xie Xian's eyes were different, and his expression was bright.

Full of dream flavor...... Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were both in the mood to see new things, without a sense of urgency, and said with a smile: "Are you just a 'virtuous talent'?

"Lord" is the title revealed in Xie Xian and Ouyang Zheng's words before.

"Hey, every three years, how many 'virtuous talents' can become 'knights' and get knighthoods from the Mo Palace?" Ouyang Zheng shook his head to indicate the difficulty of knighthood.

It turned out that "knight" means to pass the guò assessment and be given a knighthood, Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes were still projected on Xie Xian's face.

Jiang Zhi shone slightly, even if he didn't say much, Xie Xian, who was sitting opposite, was a little restrained, scratched his head again, and smirked: "If you don't want to become a knight, that's a lie, which organ master doesn't want to get the true inheritance, and make an organ that can drive fire and control water, and rubble and block disasters......?

Ouyang Zheng saw that Xie Xian had a melancholy meaning, thinking of his own affairs, and the kind of things hurting, he sighed in a low voice: "I don't know if I can produce true talismans in the future, get the degree of harmony, and become a real Taoist priest." ”

Meng Qi laughed, breaking this slightly sentimental atmosphere: "The two of you are young, why worry, the road is under your feet, step by step, it is good to be ambitious, but you can't be sad about this, if you talk about ambition, you still want to become a sect master and become a heavenly master!"

Ouyang Zheng couldn't help but smile: "Sect Master, Heavenly Master, Brother Su, you are at this age, even if you were a pearl in the sea back then, it is too late to transfer to cultivation, uh, the art of the organ has little to do with the decay of the physical body, it is really talented, but it is too late to become a 'lord', but after the lord, it involves the physical body organs, the primordial spirit organs, etc., and it is difficult for those who are over half a hundred years old to bear." ”

"The best thing for a martial artist to transfer to cultivation is the sword immortal lineage. Xie Xian interjected, "But sword cultivation has extremely high requirements for talent and will, and there are very few disciples recruited. ”

He has a lot of regrets, if the sword immortal is as wide as the ink palace, he really wants to try it, of course, he will not give up his favorite tricks.

Meng Qi sighed, and the seven emotions were above: "Is it true that my martial arts path can't be channeled?"

There are not many passengers around who laugh lowly, and the warriors are mortals, and the world is recognized!

Ouyang Zheng held back a smile and said perfunctorily: "Brother Su and Miss Jiang are ambitious and not afraid of difficulties, which is really admirable, but martial artists have been unable to understand the spirit for a long time, unless they can go back to ancient times. ”

"In ancient times, there were warriors who could communicate with the gods?" It was not Meng Qi who asked questions, but Xie Xian, and many passengers in the ink car were also full of doubts.

Ouyang Zheng was a little proud and said: "I have the longest inheritance of the Vientiane Gate, I have witnessed the ups and downs of many immortal sects, and witnessed the 'Mo Palace' crossing the sea tens of thousands of years ago, and naturally there are some records of ancient things. ”

Vientiane Gate? Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei glanced at each other, and they both thought of Vientiane Immortal Venerable and Senluo Vientiane Gate.

Does their sect still have records of ancient things?

If that's the case, you'll have to find an opportunity to "visit" at Vientiane Gate.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi whispered: "The Mo Palace came over the sea tens of thousands of years ago, but it is in line with the time of the Demon Buddha's troubled times. ”

"Could it be that they also came through the Guò Senluo Wanxiang Gate, to avoid robbery?" Meng Qi guessed.

Where is this paradise?

But it's obviously much bigger and more worldly!

Because it was not a secret, Ouyang Zheng showed his knowledge: "If it weren't for the change of heaven and earth and the thinning of vitality, why would there be so few monks in my Vientiane Gate? A true immortal sect that comes and goes to the immortals!"

"In ancient times, there were people who practiced qi, turned essence into essence, cultivated the body, swallowed the power of nature, practiced the five qi in the chest, and built the inner world, which was somewhat similar to the martial artist, perhaps it was the path of the martial artist to the gods. ”

The corners of Meng Qi's mouth twitched when he heard this, outside the Senluo Gate. Qi training is a symbol of performing spells, and it is used to refer to similar paths, which is completely different from the qi practitioners in Ouyang Zheng's words.

However, what Ouyang Zheng said seems to be closer to the original definition.

"Hello, Ancient Qi Practitioner. He smiled and passed on Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhi couldn't help laughing slightly, and said seriously: "Hello, ancient desolate beast." ”

Once Meng Qi broke out with all his strength, his muscles were knotted, his clothes were swollen, and his body became bigger. The power is overwhelming, the momentum is terrifying, and it really has the posture of an ancient desolate beast.

"It's a pity, after the demon chaos on the earth. The lineage of Qi practitioners has been severed. Ouyang Zheng's words turned, and he looked at Meng Jiang and the others with a little pity, they had a beautiful appearance and were pleasing to the eye. But I stepped into the martial arts by mistake.

In the future, if they encounter the Mo Palace and the Immortal Sect who are not good at power and oppression, they will not be bullied if they are so outstanding. was robbed and became a forbidden gimmick.

Although the world is peaceful and the people are happy, the upper class has all kinds of privileges after all, and often ignores the lives of ordinary people.

Hearing this, several people dressed as warriors in the carriage were saddened, and the flame of hope that had been aroused just now was immediately extinguished, and the future was still bleak, and they and others could only take care of their families and villages, and be ordinary soldiers.

Their martial arts come more from the cultivation method of the first line of sword cultivation.

At this time, the ink cart arrived on the way for a while, slowly stopped, the gate opened, and a few people walked up first.

The leader is a man and a woman, the man has a wide robe and big sleeves, he wants to hang a strange-shaped ink fountain, his face is white and thin, and he is followed by several iron puppets, the woman is in her forties, wearing a water-blue robe, her breath is fierce, and her eyes are like swords.

The man in the sword box, who was silent when Ouyang Zheng slandered a sword to break ten thousand laws, exhaled and relaxed, as if he was finally waiting for help.

"Uncle Chang!" one of the passengers stood up in astonishment and bowed his hand.

As he spoke, many passengers recognized the man's identity and stood up to salute, including Xie Xian and Ouyang Zheng.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei had no choice but to stand up and give up their hands leisurely.

The middle-aged man known as Uncle Chang looked around, his gaze swept over Meng Qi and the others, and then he bowed his head slightly, not paying attention, and said to the man in the sword box: "What's wrong?"

Ouyang Zheng whispered to Meng Qi and Jiang Zhi: "This is Chang Huan, the 'lord' of Yongzhou City, who is already Uncle Fang, and his skill is very powerful, especially the transformation of his left hand into the 'Sun Bombardment Cannon', which is really extraordinary. ”

When he introduced, the man with the sword box on his back said: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Chang, the younger generation got a sword pill in the South China Sea, it was extremely fierce, and it was not easy to seal it, I am afraid that there will be variables, so I will send a letter to Yongzhou first, and ask the two of you to pick it up." ”

Jian Xiu, surnamed Lin, bowed his head slightly, and his expression was slightly solemn: "What about Jian Pill?"

The man with the sword box on his back took out a jade box from his arms, which was sealed with layers of yellow talismans.

When he was about to hand over the jade box, a red light suddenly lit up inside, and when everyone was most unexpected, the change rose sharply, and the red light broke through the seal and flew out, and the sword aura was overwhelming.

The sword surnamed Lin opened his mouth, and a pure white sword light flew out, colliding with the oncoming fierce light.

When, in the sound of gold and iron, the pure white sword light retreated, and the fierce red light took advantage of the momentum to turn, and then pounced on Chang Huan.

Chang Huan didn't know when there was an iron-black puppet in front of him, blocking the red light.

The puppeteer's head separated from his body, and the fierce red light dodged the blue light of the sword box and slashed to the side.

Being in the ink car, with many passengers nearby, Chang Huan was quite hesitant to use the left-handed "Sun Bombardment Cannon", and took a beat slower, so he could only watch the red light slash at the passengers by the window!

"Oops!"

"Be careful!"

There were two people with outstanding appearance but ordinary breath, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old mechanic and a young Taoist priest!

Many passengers were frightened and frightened, the red light was fierce, and they slashed in front of Xie Xian in a breath.

Chang Huan and the sword cultivator surnamed Lin drove a puppet and controlled the sword light, looking slightly anxious, because they would definitely not be able to save it!

At this moment, a hand appeared in their eyes, white and powerful, not delicate.

It flexes its fingers and flicks it slightly.

While!

This bullet happened to hit the red light, and the fierce blood suddenly collapsed, and the wolf fell to the ground and turned into a red sword pill!

"This ......" There was a brief freeze in the entire carriage.

The pure white sword light stood in mid-air, and the puppeteer's posture stopped strangely. (To be continued......)