The current master of Gu Xiao Sect does not seem to have much of a deep brotherhood with his senior brother, so since Bai Yue's master sat down, Chen Gong and Bai Yue seem to have become outliers of Gu Xiao Gate. And Chen Gong felt this situation, so he took the initiative to ask to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although it was hard, he could ignore the troubles in the door and concentrate on cultivating.

"Tuk Tuk!"

The knock on the door disrupted Chen Gong's thoughts, causing his brows to furrow slightly, but he didn't get up, but asked, "Who is it?"

"Senior Brother Chen Gong, it's me, Zhengsong. There was a gentle voice outside the door, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and in peace.

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Masomatsu. Chen Gong replied and got up to open the door.

Outside the door stood a young man in brocade clothes, who looked more like a young master of a family than a monk in the mountains. Zhou Zhengsong is one of the four personal disciples of Yang Xuanling, the current master of Guxiao Gate.

In this Void Immortal Realm, the cultivation is not as hard as Chen Gong knew before, and the selection of disciples is not necessarily based on talent and qualifications, but just like the aristocratic schools on the earth, it is based on family background.

Now is the end of the year, and the children of a family like Zhou Zhengsong should have gone home for the New Year, but they don't know why they found the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the middle of the night.

Chen Gong was puzzled in his heart, but he welcomed Zhou Zhengsong into the door with a smile on his face, and said slightly apologetically: "The junior brother who delivered the tea today also went down the mountain, and there was no tea in the pavilion, but he neglected the senior brother." ”

"Senior brother is polite, I came this time to ask for junior brother, these false courtesies, needless to say. Zhou Zhengsong said lightly, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Chen Gong's expression remained unchanged and asked, "I don't know what is the matter with the senior brother, will I use the junior brother?"

"The junior brother knows everything, I am the child of the family, there are many brothers and sisters in the family, I usually practice in the mountains, and it is rare to go home for the New Year, but I want to maintain the family relationship. I have a younger brother, who is still young, and he is very much loved by his father, and he does not want him to go into the mountains to practice, but he himself is very fond of the way of magic, and when I came home last year, I must bring a spell book back. Hehe, this person is sophisticated, but it is something I have to take care of my senior brother, don't worry, I only take one copy, and I will return it in more than a month, I don't know if my junior brother can make it convenient?"

Zhou Zhengsong's tone was gentle, but he was staring at Chen Gong in his eyes, and the trace of pride became more and more obvious.

Chen Gong was moved in his heart, this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion naturally has its own rules, as Zhou Zhengsong's identity, it is not difficult to borrow books through formal channels, but why do you want to find yourself in the middle of the night to do this thing that violates the door rules?

Thinking of this, Chen Gong's face showed a little embarrassment, and said: "Senior brother, I am guarding this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but where my duty lies, I have been personally warned by the head of the sect that if you borrow books without authorization, once the incident happens, you will be abolished and expelled from the sect." ”

"Hehe, junior brother, don't worry, if you don't say it, I won't say it, naturally no one will know. As long as my junior brother is willing to help me, I will naturally protect my junior brother in the future. Zhou Zhengsong punned on it, and the pride in his eyes was completely expressed in his words at this time.

This is the current atmosphere of Guxiaomen, all the children of famous families in major cities within thousands of miles, bringing the sect endless struggle for power and profit, cultivation is not for immortality, only for the power of the monstrous, rich and unparalleled.

Chen Gong was unmoved, met Zhou Zhengsong's gaze, and said: "Senior brother, don't blame, the responsibility of the junior brother is really not able to agree." ”

"It's a good responsibility, but I hope that my junior brother's persistence can last a little longer, and don't let my senior brother and me down. Zhou Zhenggong's tone turned cold, he didn't look back, and withdrew from the Scripture Pavilion.

Chen Gong was silent, and his gaze fell on an extremely ordinary-looking wooden sheath long sword on the desk. His hand reached forward, picked up the long sword, and slowly drew it, and the faint sound of the sword groaned in the attic.

The sword body is clear, and the sword color is dark red, as if flowing with thick blood.

"It seems that this Gu Xiao Gate can't stay any longer, and if you want to find a way to leave this continent, you can't stay in this Gu Xiao Gate all the time. The ambitions of the disciples in charge are heavier than the other, and it seems that I must leave the Guxiao Sect as soon as possible. Chen Gong's fingers lightly swiped the sword body, thinking in his heart.

Chen Gong had only heard of this world ruled by gods and gods, but he didn't have much actual knowledge. First, he has the heavy responsibility of guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and must not leave without permission, and secondly, his strength is now pitifully weak, I am afraid that it is just like when he first reached the foundation building period, even if he goes out, he has no power to protect himself at all.

Now he was forced to leave the Guxiao Gate in advance, and he couldn't leave in the open, he could only sneak, so he had to find a way to let himself have the power to protect himself, and if he wanted to protect himself, everything had to fall on the Red Flame Sword in front of him.

However, this inconspicuous wooden sheath long sword was Chen Gong's most proud immortal-level magic weapon Red Flame Sword back then, but now this Red Flame Sword was also shocked by the self-explosion of the Sun Worship Ancestor in the final stage of the last Immortal Mansion War, and now it is like a piece of mortal iron.

However, after all, this sword has followed Chen Gong for hundreds of years, and Chen Gong has already been in touch with each other, and now as long as Chen Gong spends some more strength to cultivate the Red Flame Sword to the point of being psychic with himself, when the time comes, he will be able to use the Divine Sword, even if he is facing the four major disciples of the sect master Yang Xuanling, he will be able to protect himself.

It's just that Chen Gong's most proud Chaos Immortal Technique, Star Technique, and Nine Transformations Divine Skill can't be cultivated now, and he can only cultivate some ordinary qi refining techniques. Fortunately, he gathered the strengths of all the families back then, and the mental methods he knew were extremely complex, but it was not difficult to choose one or two superior mental methods that were suitable for his own cultivation.

In addition to the cultivation of the heart method, Chen Gong devoted himself to raising the sword, he and the Red Flame Sword are connected to the heart and spirit, and the blood is connected, if you want to make the Red Flame Sword re-communicate with yourself, the fastest thing is the method of blood sacrifice, with your own blood sacrifice to refine the sword body, as long as the sacrifice is successful, his martial arts strength can be brought into play, and his strength will naturally rise sharply, and then he will have the power of self-preservation.

On this Void Immortal Continent, people and gods rule together, divided into Shinto and Immortal, each with its own strengths. Shinto protection, eternal bliss, faith is immortal, gods are immortal, immortal immortals, immortal immortals, powerful mana, over rivers and seas, travel the world.

Therefore, there are no cultivators here who can really get immortality, but there are really a lot of cultivators, and all kinds of spells emerge in endlessly, compared to those cultivators who pursue the way of heaven that Chen Gong knows, the lifespan may be inferior, but the spells are extremely subtle, and the power is even infinite.

Today's Chen Gong has re-experienced the taste of grains and grains with the regression of his strength, and the person in charge of delivering the meal is the third disciple of Yang Xuanling's senior brother, that is, Chen Gong's nominal fellow disciple manifestation. Since Chen Gong's cheap master sat down, he was assigned to do chores in the kitchen, but among the three disciples of Xuchong Zhenren, he was in the worst situation.

This manifested as Chen Gong's delivery of food for a long time, but he rarely talked to Chen Gong, and he left as soon as he came, which made people know at a glance that his character was timid and cowardly.

Although Manifestation didn't talk to Chen Gong, he paid close attention to his nominal senior brother, and this **** found that Chen Gong's face seemed to be a little pale, full of a sick color, and it was getting more and more serious, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, seeing that your face is so bad, are you not feeling well?"

Chen Gong opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior brother is just over-cultivating, not unwell. ”

Manifestation blinked his eyes, and after a while, he hesitated and said, "I heard Master say that cultivators, the longer they cultivate, the more restrained their divine light becomes, and their whole body should be full of essence and blood.

Chen Gong looked at his concerned gaze and couldn't help laughing: "It's not that something went wrong, you don't have to worry, it'll be fine after a while." ”

Manifestation listened to Chen Gong's explanation, but because he had not been practicing for a long time, he was not sure whether what Chen Gong said was true or false, so he could only let out an oh, put away the dishes and chopsticks and was about to leave, Chen Gong suddenly asked: "Have all the people who came down the mountain for the New Year in the door come back?"

"Not yet, it should be another month or two before they all come back. This has been the case in previous years. Manifestation replied earnestly.

Chen Gong didn't ask any more, but just told him to send more food in the future.

After the manifestation was gone, Chen Gong shook his head with a wry smile, his pale face was not a problem with some cultivation spell, but excessive blood loss. Back then, in order to improve the power and quality of the Fire Dragon Rope, Chen Gong made Heiyue bleed out a lot, and now he finally realized Heiyue's mood at that time, this Red Flame Sword was also like the Fire Dragon Rope, it was simply a bottomless pit that could not be filled.

However, he couldn't make the Red Flame Sword psychic and restore the connection with his mind, not only could he not exert his sword skills, but even his martial arts sword skills could not exert their power.

Therefore, the method of refining with blood sacrifice seems simple, but it is extremely difficult.

"Relying on some ordinary meals alone can't make up for the usual loss of qi and blood, I still have to find a way to obtain some medicinal materials and refine a few pills that replenish qi and blood. Chen Gong thought to himself.

He knew that this Gu Xiao Sect, as a sect of cultivation, also had its own medicine garden, and there should be a lot of elixirs there that could be used for his alchemy.

Although Chen Gong can't even let out a single cigarette now without saying that the lotus heart fire, the samadhi true fire or the sun true fire, he still can't rely on his alchemy attainments, relying on the mortal fire and the ordinary Dan furnace, to refine a few low-grade pills that he needs.

It's getting late, and the night is getting darker.

Chen Gong sat quietly and cultivated, then stroked the Red Flame Sword, feeling the slightest hint of intermittent mental sensing, and then looked at his palm, which was already a little too white, knowing that if he continued to sacrifice like this, he might not be able to communicate with the Red Flame Sword, and he would not be able to support it, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of perseverance.

Returning the sword into the sheath, Chen Gong blew out the oil lamp on the table, and the inside of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion suddenly became pitch black, and a light breeze blew into the pavilion, but it was Chen Gong who pushed open the pavilion door.

The dark night is as bright as day in Chen Gong's eyes, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is in the east of the Guxiao Gate, but the medicine garden is the west of the Guxiao Gate, he passed through the corridor and the eaves all the way, because most of the disciples in the door went down the mountain, so there was no obstacle at all, and soon arrived at the "Elixir Garden" of the Guxiao Gate.

Chen Gong stood quietly in the distance and watched for a while, then slowly approached the medicine garden and stepped into the gate of the medicine garden.

This elixir garden is not big, just the size of an ordinary farmer's backyard vegetable garden, just a few small medicine fields, but there is a small grass house on one side of the medicine field, which is the resting place for the disciples guarding the garden.

Chen Gong listened quietly for a while, now his powerful spiritual sense no longer exists, he can only rely on his naked eyes and ears to see and listen, but he can only hear the sound of insects chirping and grass moving, and he can't feel the breath of people in the grass hut at all. Such a result made Chen Gong's heart tighten.