It was night, and the vast moon hung in the sky.

He Wei sat in the middle of the room, opened the door wide, and looked up at the deep starry sky.

He Weitong has been maintaining this action for almost half an hour, he is thinking about what he is living for, half a year ago, he suddenly came to this world, and before he could completely figure out the situation, he was kicked out of the Taoist temple.

Then the next series of events also made him selectively forget this.

On this silent night, He Wei was sitting in the mountains with one person, and suddenly this thought was born.

Because it was the depths of winter, the cold outside the evening style in the mountains blew on the face like a knife.

But He Weitong didn't care, because the knife-like pain gave him a rare sense of sobriety.

He Weitong thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with it, and finally stopped thinking about this question at all, but switched to another question, that is, what his future looks like, in other words, where his future lies.

The previous question, not to mention this life, is the previous life, he didn't think about it, this life is a little better, the previous life was tired like a dog every day, where is there time to think about such a philosophical question.

It's the second question, and I still think.

Because in the end, it's a matter of future planning.

He Weitong looked at the bright moonlight, which sprinkled on his body through a long distance, thoughtfully.

"Trembling~"

A sudden voice from outside the courtyard interrupted He Weitong's thoughts and pulled him back to reality from the illusory inner world.

He Weitong looked in the direction where the voice came from, and was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "It's still here after all?" ”

He Weitong opened the eye of heaven, and through the thick courtyard wall, he saw a weasel more than one meter high.

The Heavenly Eye here is not a spell, but a normal change in the body after the cultivation reaches a certain level.

He Weitong is a monk who cultivates the refinement qi realm, this realm may not have been anything in the past, but in today's era, it is definitely rare.

Entering this realm, He Weitong's body has changed significantly, in addition to becoming stronger in all directions, there is also the appearance of this third eye.

The third eye, also known as the celestial eye, is not an organ that actually exists, but an eye in the underworld, or a manifestation of supernatural powers.

This eye is not just one, he can also be revealed through He Weitong's pair of eyes.

Every time He Weitong gathers his true qi into his eye socket, the third eye will appear.

This eye appeared out of nowhere a month ago, and it scared him at the time, and at first he couldn't control it, but then he slowly got used to it.

He Weitong looked at the weasel running towards this direction outside the view, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, because the weasel who came was a ghost, not the family he guessed during the day.

He Weitong soon found a reasonable explanation, which should be the ghost of the weasel who was killed by Qiu Shan.

What is the purpose of this weasel's here, there is no need to guess, it is here to seek revenge on Qiu Shan.

He Weitong watched it climb the courtyard wall and stretched out his head to look around.

He Weitong didn't move, still sitting on the futon and not moving like a mountain, watching the ghostly weasel jump into the Taoist temple.

When the weasel jumped into the temple, it brought in a cold wind, and as the weasel approached, the temperature in the temple became lower and lower.

The temperature anomaly in the temple soon aroused the alarm of the hill next door.

"Crunch~"

Although He Weitong didn't deliberately look at it, he still felt Qiu Shan, he had already opened the door, and stared around with a frown.

After the weasel entered the Taoist temple, it disappeared, and He Weitong didn't know where it went.

He Weitong was not ready to come forward, he wanted to see Qiu Shan's methods.

Of course, if Qiu Shan is defeated, he will still help, after all, he lives in someone else's room, and it is unreasonable to say that he will not save him if he dies.

He Weitong waved his big hand and closed the door.

However, things did not develop in the direction He Weitong expected, and Qiu Shan came to him as soon as he left the door.

"Bang Bang ~"

"Baicao Daoyou, there is a monster in the view, are you okay?" Qiu Shan asked.

He Weitong looked at the figure outside the door, shook his head slightly, and then opened the door with a big wave of his hand.

"Thank you for your concern, the poor Dao is fine."

Qiu Shan glanced at He Weitong on the futon, nodded, and then said, "Baicao Daoist be careful yourself. ”

After that, I was ready to search for other places.

He Weitong hurriedly stopped him out of politeness and asked, "Qiu Shan, do you need help from the poor Dao?" ”

Qiu Shan stopped, looked at He Weitong and said: "I already understand the intentions of Daoyou, but this demon is so blatant that he doesn't take me seriously, Daoyou sit down, I won't disturb Daoyou to rest." ”

After speaking, without waiting for He Weitong to reply, he took the iron whip and searched towards the front hall.

Within a day, there were monsters violating him again and again, and Qiu Shan was on the verge of exploding, which seemed to him to be contempt for him.

I want him to practice in Qingniu Mountain, and no one knows about it within a radius of 100 miles.

And he is not in the same place as the demon clan, and the nearby demon clan is not walking around when he meets him.

Now that this monster has come to his Taoist temple, how can he endure it, so he can't care about talking to He Weitong.

He wanted to kill the monster immediately, restore his image in front of He Weitong, and let him know that Qiu Shan was not a person who had lost his name.

Of course, this was just Qiu Shan's own thoughts, and He Wei didn't think so much about it at all.

He Weitong got up and came to the door, glanced at the outside world, and then closed the door.

Qiu Shan came to the front hall, and under the bright moonlight, he could see far away even at night.

Qiu Shan turned the ring on the iron whip, and for a while, the sound of "buzzing" in the view sounded.

Qiu Shan's iron whip is a magic weapon, even if it is not used to attract heavenly thunder, it has a certain lethality to monsters.

In this era, not only are there few monks, but there are also few magic weapons, and there is no background in the cultivation of the hills, so it is rare to have a magic weapon, and where can it be used in different categories.

Qiu Shan's iron whip is different from those artifacts of Simu and others, he is a real magic weapon, and there are prohibitions inside the magic weapon, and those cinnabar copper swords and peach wood swords of the four eyes are all mortal things, and the reason why they are effective is because those materials are born with the effect of restraining demons and evils, not that they are magic weapons.

The sound of "buzzing" may be nothing in the ears of ordinary people, but in the ears of demons, it becomes a brilliant sound.