The mission entrusted by the Qingshan Sword Pavilion to the Tianya Pavilion has been several days ago.

Under the heavy reward, every day there are monks who bring women who have no cultivation to try their luck in front of the mountain gate, and the outer disciples who are in charge of guarding are full of complaints.

"Miss Table's portrait is so beautiful, but look at who they brought!"

"Let's say a few words, it's quite easy for us to guard the mountain gate, I heard the senior brother of the inner gate say that the great elder is angry every day! You don't know how many disciples have been punished! ”

"Just because a righteous girl is gone, how is it so?"

"Be cautious, there are some things that you and I can't discuss."

Beigong Xuetang, who had returned from the dust, had already heard the conversation between the two clearly, and her heart sank heavily, it seemed that in the two days since she left, Lian Weizhi still did not get better.

She swept in front of the mountain gate like a gust of wind, heading straight for Lian Weizhi's Zhijian Peak.

As soon as he arrived, he met the Great Elder Lian Xiu who came out of it, Beigong Xuetang looked at the gloomy color on the other party's face, and said cautiously: "Great Elder, I brought Fang Tianding from home who can suppress demonic energy, you see ......"

Lian Xiu looked at the jade-colored square mouth tripod without any waves, felt the pure aura gushing out of it, and knew that this was the magic weapon of the Beigong family against monsters in front of him, but when he thought of Lian Weizhi's current appearance, he still shook his head helplessly.

"The demonic qi of the future has already swam above the golden pill...... Let's go see him! ”

As he spoke, he walked away with his hands behind his back and a sad face.

Beigong Xuetang stood in place with a pale face, looked at Lian Weizhi's door fixedly, hesitated, and gently pushed it open.

The strong smell of medicine in the room made her frown unconsciously.

"Not yet."

Her soft voice sounded, but she didn't get the slightest response, only the sound of rustling in the room.

After a long time, Lian Weizhi's weak voice came, "Come in." ”

The moment the four eyes met, Beigong Xuetang immediately felt the aura around him that was different from that of the Xianmen disciples, and the tears in his eyes instantly fell uncontrollably.

"How could you be like this......"

Lian Weizhi opened his somewhat dry lips and smiled bitterly at her, "There is no good way for demonic qi to enter the body...... You don't have to look at me with such self-reproachful eyes, it's just a test on my spiritual path. ”

He is always so determined, but the more he looks at him so indifferent at this moment, the more sad Beigong Xuetang becomes.

She hated herself for not being able to resist the blow of demon cultivation, hated herself for being shallow, hated herself for being so far that she still needed the injured to comfort her.

Thinking like this, the tears on her face poured out more and more, and in a panic and helplessness, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Or ...... Let's exchange Jindan! She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes three or two times, and her clear and moist eyes were instantly filled with hope, "Anyway, my cultivation qualifications are not as good as yours, I can go back to the family without Jindan, and I will definitely be able to see you soar in my lifetime!" ”

The hope in her eyes was not false at all, and even Weizhi's heart moved unexpectedly, and then quickly sank her face and scolded angrily: "Nonsense! Jindan is the foundation of the monk's life, where is child's play! ”

Beigong Xuetang was scolded by her, and the grievances in her heart resurfaced, and she said weakly: "But ......"

"No more talk." Lian Weizhi opened his mouth coldly, and then he seemed to think of something, and his tone softened, "Don't worry about it first, I'll go to you after I'm resting." ”

Hearing this euphemistic eviction order, Beigong Xuetang bit her lip, and finally turned around and left with tears in the corners of her eyes.

It wasn't until there was no movement outside that Lian Weizhi stared at the roof in a daze, as long as he looked inward a little, he could see that the golden pill that was originally lingering with a faint golden light was faintly black at the moment, and the demonic qi around him was staring at the faint gap on it.

If you let it go, his golden pill will explode sooner or later!

Lian Weizhi's eyes flickered, and he began to calculate in his heart whether there was a probability of recovery if he went to the Northland for medical treatment.

At this time, in the corner of the northern land that no one knew, Lu Zhixing had just used the Flying Fire Talisman on the wooden pile that she had managed to gather.

Seeing that the fire stabilized, her obsessive-compulsive disorder was finally satisfied, and she was in the mood to look at the cold pool behind her that was constantly rising with white mist.

"It doesn't look special, I just don't know if there's a mystery under the water." After Lu Zhixing muttered to himself, he walked along the shore and walked inside.

It looks like the inside of a big mountain, and there are some special symbols scattered on the tall stone walls next to it, which should be the traces of the life left by the immortal.

She didn't know if there were any prohibitions in this secret realm, so she kept walking and stopping, and before she knew it, she came to a large stone room.

The layout is also very simple, except for some scattered paper, there is only a jade-colored brush on the stone table.

Lu Zhixing walked over slowly, first picked up the pen and studied it, and was immediately captured by the green pen.

What's even more amazing is that after so many years of silence, the nib of the pen is still wet, as if it has just been dipped in ink.

The more she looked at it, the more she couldn't put it down, and when she thought of what He Bufu had said before, "Regardless of cultivation, just chance", she was even more moved.

At this time, a white cloth pressed under the brush, dots of ink-colored handwriting caught her attention.

Lu Zhixing picked it up and looked at it, he could only feel that it was very old, and the edges of the cloth were a little damaged, and then looked at the words on it, and he didn't know most of them.

She frowned and tried hard to identify, relying on the knowledge she had accumulated since she wore the book, and after reading it for a long time, she understood the general meaning.

When her gaze fell to the bottom, she suddenly saw a familiar name.

"Taiyuan?"

Isn't this the first person in the book to write on the cultivation realm?

Lu Zhixing was shocked, could it be that the so-called immortal relics were left by him?

Why don't you wonder, maybe you don't know, but she has read books. After this Taiyuan True Monarch ascended, he still secretly lingered in the cultivation realm, constantly developing ancient secret realm explorations, and it was rumored that he was greedy for the wealth of this realm.

But in fact, he just enjoyed the feeling of being worshiped and admired, after all, after the ascension, he discovered a cruel fact, that is, many of his works were not taken seriously in the upper realm at all!

If Lu Zhixing was asked to explain the reason, she felt that the problem was the title of the book.

What "Three Years of Qi Refining and Five Years of Ascension", "Taiyuan Teaches You to Break the Prohibition Such as Dressing and Eating", "How Sword Cultivation Has Billions of Spirit Stones" and so on, no matter how much she can't remember.

That is, those true qi refining in the cultivation realm will swear to follow him to the death, right?

Lu Zhixing smiled and didn't take it seriously, just when she wanted to put down the cloth, the small words that she didn't understand just now suddenly seemed to have life, and took the initiative to jump into her eyes.