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"I have a lot of demon blood and great demon essence blood in my hands, ten drops and hundreds of drops, it's nothing. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when Nie Yinniang was refining the Great Sun Fire Crow Danzhu, the demon blood consumed before and after, not to mention a hundred drops? Refining magic weapons, in addition to refining materials, also takes a lot of time. It took Nie Yinniang nine years to refine nine pills. ”

Hengjiang put his finger on the side of the tip of the spear, his eyes lit up slightly, and he sighed with emotion in his heart: "In terms of sharpness and texture alone, this Qinglian spear should be above the magic weapon and treasure weapon, and it belongs to the spiritual weapon. Now it seems that I have exchanged ten drops of great demon essence blood and one hundred drops of demon blood for this big gun, which does not seem to be a loss. However, the length of this Qinglian gun has passed the internal space of an ordinary Qiankun bag, and it is not easy to carry, if it can be smaller. ”

At this moment, the Qinglian spear trembled gently in Hengjiang's hand.

The originally slender barrel of the gun suddenly became shorter, only about five feet long, and the original appearance of the big gun also disappeared without a trace, turning back to the appearance of a broken wooden stick.

"Could it be that this gun understands what I'm saying, so that's why it changes its appearance?"

Yokoe looked at the wooden stick in his hand in a daze, and said, "Can it be turned into a spear again?"

With a tremor of the stick, it turned into a spear in the blink of an eye.

Hengjiang didn't think about it anymore, and put the Qinglian gun into the Qiankun bag.

It's a pity that this broken wooden stick, no matter what, can't be put into the bag.

Hengjiang suddenly remembered that when he killed demons and took blood, Dongfang Weiming once said that in the Qiankun bag, only lifeless things can be stored. In addition to items such as ordinary weapons and pills, at most they can only store some medicinal materials, seeds, and fruits, and as for living creatures such as birds and beasts, once they are put into the Qiankun bag, they will be completely lifeless.

"What a treasure!"

Yokoe weighed the wooden stick, and made it smaller again, until it became only the length of a finger, then nodded, and stuck the wooden hairpin that the wooden stick was used as a bundle on his head.

On the shores of the sea, turbid waves are churning.

Yokoe packed his luggage, wrapped the wooden box containing the blood of the great demon spirit in a bag, carried it behind his back, and strode towards the outside of the cabin.

When the shipwright and sailor saw that Hengjiang was carrying his burden and leaving, he ran over and asked him what to do with the ship.

"When you and I meet, it's fate. In the past few days, long winds and waves have swept through the sailboats, making you frightened. This sea ship is left here for you to dispose of, and it is a gift from me to you......"

Hengjiang strode away without looking back.

For the people in the immortal sect, the money and wealth in the ordinary world are all things outside the body, which can be taken everywhere and at your fingertips, and it really doesn't matter.

The Middle-earth Empire has four distinct seasons, and it is as warm as spring compared to the Sealed Demon Island.

In early autumn, there are already yellow leaves, falling in the forest, and pedestrians are scarce.

Hengjiang walked all the way along the path next to the beach, walked for half a day, entered a small village, and bought some daily necessities.

Ordinary small village, strange traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other.

It looks peaceful and peaceful, but it is very poor.

The villagers were busy working in the woods and fields, and the old people were busy with baskets, even if they were only five or six years old, wearing pants and bare buttocks, they had to do what they could with the adults. This is not because the old people in the mountain village are idle, nor how sensible the children in the mountain village are, it is all because of the compulsion of life and has to do so.

Such a village can't buy any horses.

Hengjiang only bought a small donkey, rode on the donkey's back, and headed towards Xuanming Mountain.

He has a magic talisman in his body, if he shows it, he runs wildly day and night, from the coast to Xuanming Mountain, it doesn't take much time, now he rides a donkey, swaying on the road, stops and goes, and rests for a night or two when he encounters a village, and every time he encounters a rather delicate show, he will stop and appreciate it.

Moving forward like this, Hengjiang's mind became calmer and calmer.

Even if the fifteenth moon is full, his heart is addicted, and he is tortured to death, he can calm down, no matter how painful it is, he can endure it.

This time, he was even addicted, holding a pot of liquor in his left hand and a handful of peanuts in his right hand, eating peanuts while drinking, riding a little donkey upside down, from a crowded town, swaggering through the market.

The people in the city, seeing him behaving like this, pointed at him in the distance, but because Hengjiang was dressed up, he looked like a person in the fairy gate, and he didn't dare to come to say hello. During this period, I also met some Xianmen disciples, recognized the jade plate on Hengjiang's waist, which was the identity card of the disciples of the Xuanming Dojo, and came to say hello.

He was so promiscuous and swaggered through the market.

He doesn't deliberately stay somewhere and concentrate on cultivation.

Almost Mid-Autumn Festival, I finally came to the Xuanming Mountain boundary.

Yokoe loosened the reins from the little donkey, removed the saddle again, and whipped the donkey's back.

Sigh......

The donkey screamed in pain, and ran away.

Hengjiang casually threw away the horsewhip, looked at the direction of the donkey's departure, smiled slightly, and thought: "This donkey doesn't know what to do, he was whipped by me, and he left in a bad mood, and he didn't care about the feelings of getting along with each other during this time, and even wanted to kick me before leaving." Although I am suffering from addiction now, I can one day solve this addiction, and perhaps it will be as good as the name of that magic skill. But I am different from the donkey, and the donkey is free thanks to me. If I can be at ease, I don't need to thank the Great Devil...... If you can really destroy the great demon and let it die, you can get what you want. ”

Walking and walking, Xuanming Mountain in front of me is getting closer and closer.

The mountain is high and majestic, the maple leaves are yellow on the mountainside, but the top of the mountain is verdant, and the bamboo forest is still there.

There have long been disciples of the Xuanming Dojo, guarding the entrance under Shanmen Mountain, wearing neat and clean Taoist robes, with jade pendants hanging from their waists, they look like they have an extraordinary bearing, and they are not ordinary Xianmen Dojos, which can be compared with them.

Even Hengjiang, a Xuanming disciple, is too far behind in front of the two mountain guarding disciples, just in terms of appearance and clothing.

The disciple guarding the mountain gate is the face of Xuanming Mountain, which is similar to the girl who welcomes guests in the restaurant in the mundane world.

This is the second time in Hengjiang, Zheng'er Bajing, from the main gate of Xuanming Mountain, into the mountain.

I still remember more than ten years ago, the first time I came to Xuanming Mountain, standing at the bottom of the mountain, overlooking the pattern of the top of the mountain, seeing the clouds and mountains in this place, it looks like the fairy air is around, the palace is in a group, the corridors are staggered, and the palaces and towers are countless, so that Hengjiang is breathtaking.

Now, Hengjiang has returned to Xuanming Mountain, and his thoughts are different from those back then.

The two disciples guarding the mountain at the mountain gate saw Hengjiang coming back, and they asked from afar: "It's the senior disciple of Hengjiang from the inner gate who came back?"

"It's Yokoe. ”

Hengjiang stepped forward, bowed his hand, and said, "The two senior brothers are polite. ”

The two senior brothers returned the salute.

One of them said with a smile: "Senior Brother Heng came back from the Sealed Demon Island, the journey is far away, and the wind and dust are served, hurry up the mountain." ”

The other took out a pot of wine from his sleeve and said: "My two brothers, guarding the mountain here, can't accompany the junior brother to go up the mountain, take this pot of wine, go back and wait for a while, I don't need to guard the mountain gate anymore when the two shifts change, and the junior brother will invite us to drink again." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. ”

Hengjiang took the wine jug in his hand, strode towards Xuanming Mountain, and strode away.

A feeling of coming home haunts Hengjiang's heart.

"Once upon a time, I regarded Xuanming Mountain as my hometown......

Entering the mountain gate, Hengjiang's mind, and a lot quieter, he overlooked the middle gate of the mountainside, and looked at the tall archway of the inner gate on the top of the mountain, felt something, sighed: "My heart is my hometown!"

The Xuanming Mountain pattern building is the same as in the past.

Before Hengjiang returned, he did not inform Shimen, so no one knew that he had returned to Xuanming Mountain, and no one was waiting for him in the many courtyards of the inner gate.

Many small courtyards, located next to the bamboo forest.

Wu Guan is the only one who currently lives in this courtyard.

When Hengjiang returned, Wu Guanzheng was carrying a large bundle of bamboo and walked back from outside the bamboo forest.

"Senior Brother Heng, you're finally back!"

Wu Guan threw the large bundle of Xuanming bamboo to the ground, pulled Hengjiang into the courtyard, and then in the direction of the kitchen, he cast a communication trick, and asked the fellow brothers to send some wine and food, and then pulled Hengjiang and talked endlessly......

In the past ten years, several senior brothers, on the island arranged by Zixiao Palace in the sea, have all gone to experience, most of them have become Xianmen monks, only he Wu Guan, his qualifications are worse than those of his senior brothers, and he is still at the peak of Taoism, and has not yet become a real Xianmen monk. People such as Han Jian, Gu Xifeng, Ji Yanran, Cui Hao and others have now temporarily left the master's door, and according to the rules of the master's door, they went elsewhere and practiced.

The two talked for a while, and the kitchen sent someone to bring wine and food.

Yu Longsheng also came with him, pulling Hengjiang to drink in a big gulp.

The senior brother of this culinary group congratulated Hengjiang as soon as he opened his mouth, saying that Hengjiang has now completed the task of training in Fengmo Island for ten years, and he only needs to wait until many seniors come back one by one, 6 Uncle Qinghuang will definitely introduce Hengjiang to Chen Caozhi's master and uncle according to what he said before, and officially worship Chen Caozhi's door wall and become a disciple of the elders of Xuanming Mountain.

After a while, the three of them sat down to drink.

The more you drink, the more you talk.

Before you know it, it's dark.

A crescent moon is suspended in the night sky, and the faint moonlight is sprinkled, illuminating the mountains, rivers and mountains as if wrapped in a layer of silver veil, which is very beautiful.

"More than ten years ago, Zixiao Palace issued an order to punish demons, and the masters of the Quartet were ordered to go to punish demons. Two or three years later, many of the seniors of the dojo have returned to their respective dojos, but only the elders of Xuanming Mountain have never returned. Fortunately, some time ago, the head of the sect, Bo Dugu Ming, sent back a letter through Zixiao Palace, asking me to declare my disciples and learn that they were safe and worry-free, otherwise this Middle-earth Empire, more than 30 dojos, I am afraid that I will think that the predecessors of my Xuanming Mountain have all died in the battle of demons. Alas...... Things in the world are like this, people are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. ”

Yu Longsheng gulped down the wine, sighed, and said: "A few months ago, the Fulong Mountain Dojo in the three major academies in the southwest, when they learned that Senior Brother Heng was about to come back, they sent someone to send a letter of worship to Xuanming Mountain, saying that soon, the master of Fulong Mountain would come to my Xuanming Mountain to worship the mountain. In the worship post, it was said that Senior Brother Heng was in the Sealed Demon Island, indiscriminately, and he attacked the disciples of the Fulong Mountain Dojo and killed two disciples in their sect. They said that they were worshipping the mountain, but in fact, the person who came was not good, and they must have come to avenge the disciples in the door. For this matter, I have discussed with Senior Brother Dugu Xin, Senior Brother Yan Qingya, and Senior Sister Liao Changkong several times. Now that Senior Brother Heng has returned, you might as well go with me next time to discuss how to deal with it. ”