In the Changchun Valley, there is a mine cave that is a few feet high, there is no grass around, and the rocks contain a lot of gold and iron gas, and the color is dark.

Not far away was a two-story wooden building, outside which a teenager was guarding a steaming cauldron.

After a while, a subordinate in a short shirt, carrying a food box, walked out of the wooden building and reminded him carefully.

"Little grandfather, it's okay."

Mu Tianbo came back to his senses and nodded.

"Got it."

Taking the food box, Mu Tianbo walked towards the mine.

It has been almost three months since Mu Wangfu came to this place where birds don't, Mu Tianbo has been used to brocade clothes and jade food since he was a child, where has he suffered such a hard life.

Although I know that my aunt and grandmother want to give herself a chance, after all, if you can get the favor of the immortals and worship your subordinates, you will have the hope of immortality in the future, which is a good thing that the emperor can't ask for.

It's just that it's been three months, and I haven't even said ten words to the senior immortal, just sending food and some changes of clothes every day, so the endless days are really a bit difficult.

When I came to the depths of the mine, a newly excavated stone chamber appeared in front of me, which was very simple, with only a stone couch and not even a stone table.

A young Taoist sat cross-legged on a stone couch, holding a seal that Mu Tianbo couldn't understand.

"Immortal Chief."

A soft call came into Yu Fei's ears, and Yu Fei opened his eyes and nodded.

Mu Tianbo walked into the stone room with the food box and respectfully placed the food on the couch.

Yu Fei didn't twist, he lifted the rice bowl and ate it, although he was already able to open the valley, Yu Fei still enjoyed the feeling of eating and sleeping.

When Yu Fei had eaten well, he closed his eyes again and practiced mana to absorb the qi of gold and iron, and Mu Tianbo silently packed up the lunch box.

He stood in place and stopped talking for a long time, but after all, he didn't dare to offend Yu Fei, so he saluted and turned around to leave.

"Manly man, why do you stumble."

Mu Tianbo heard Yu Fei's words, paused under his feet, turned around and knelt on the ground and bowed:

"The disciple admires the immortal Tao in his heart and begs the teacher to accept it."

Yu Fei reopened his eyes, looked at the young man kneeling under the couch, shook his head and said:

"You don't have an immortal fate, and you are impetuous, you really don't agree with the Tao, even if you preach the Tao, you won't be able to practice anything."

Mu Tianbo was only sixteen years old, and he almost burst into tears when he heard Yu Fei's evaluation so firmly.

"However, the poor road not only has the method of immortality, but also the method of wealth and prosperity in the world, and if you learn it, you can leave it in the annals of history and be praised for hundreds of years, do you learn it?"

Mu Tianbo was already disappointed, thinking that he would return to Mu Wangfu when his aunt and grandmother came back, but now he heard that Yu Fei was willing to teach himself, where to care what method was, so he nodded desperately at the moment.

"Disciple is willing, thank you Master."

Yu Fei stopped him and said:

"I'm not your master, I can only be regarded as a teacher who teaches you, and you can call me a teacher in the future."

"Yes, Teacher."

Yu Fei nodded, took out a book from his arms, and threw it to Mu Tianbo.

I saw that there were four big characters on the cover of the book, "Summary of Administration".

Mu Tianbo took the book, and then heard Yu Fei say: Eight Chinese Net

"Combined with the history books, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask at any time, a season of poor road will test you once, if you can't satisfy poor road, then it will end here, do you know?"

Mu Tianbo kowtowed and replied:

"When the students know, they must work hard and not disappoint the teachers."

Yu Fei nodded, waved his hand and said:

"Go ahead."

Mu Tianbo kowtowed again, and then exited the stone room.

Yu Fei's appearance was not a whim, but a deliberate one.

After a few conversations, Yu Fei already knew that it was now the first year of Chongzhen, Zhu Youzhen had succeeded to the throne for more than half a year, and the Jurchen Houjin, who once called himself a slave in front of Yu Fei, had risen rapidly.

It is said that there is a fixed number, but Yu Fei is actually the same as Yuan Tiangang, and the most unbelievable thing is this bullshit certainty.

If everything is a fixed number, then what kind of Tao is there to cultivate? Wouldn't it be good for everyone to find a deep mountain and old forest where no one is waiting to become an immortal, and what to do with so much fighting?

The Mu family has guarded Yunnan for generations, and they need financial resources and military strength, Mu Tianbo is also the heir of the next generation of Qianguo Gong, and Yu Fei doesn't mind leaving behind a hand of idle chess.

After more than three months of cultivation, the sword light has changed from a thin trace to the thickness of a finger, and the power is dozens of times greater, and it can already be used against the enemy preliminarily.

However, the power can only be regarded as reluctant, without the method of combining the body and the sword, with this sword light alone, I am afraid that even the flying sword of a turn is slightly inferior.

But it's normal, how much time does it take for someone to turn a flying sword, and Yu Fei can be compared to it in only three months, which is already extremely remarkable.

While Yu Fei was absorbing the qi of gold and iron to refine the sword, his own cultivation was not wasted, and the Nine Turns Xuangong was still slowly improving, although it was a little slower.

In this way, spring went to autumn, and in the second year, Mu Danzhen returned from Huayu Cave, at this time, Mu Danzhen was full of energy, and the light was no longer colorful, but became a water blue light.

As soon as he came back, he came to visit Yu Fei and paid homage to Yu Fei, so grateful that he was speechless.

Yu Fei gave him a few more words, then sent the person away and continued to cultivate by himself.

At the current speed, if you want to absorb enough gold and iron qi, I am afraid it will take three or four years before you can completely condense the sword light into substance.

After the sword light is condensed into substance, it is just the beginning, and the power is just comparable to the three-turn immortal sword, but compared to the ordinary fairy sword, it is not afraid of evil magic pollution.

In the future, it will also need to be slowly tempered with mana to enhance its power, and there are other ways to trick it, that is, to absorb extremely rare essence gold qi such as Taibai essence, which can also thicken its power.

When Yu Fei was working hard to refine the sword and teaching Mu Tianbo the art of war, the second sword fight between Emei and Wutai officially began.

Emei Ningbi cliff in Shuzhong.

In addition to the people of Emei, there are two and the three immortals of the East China Sea, Qi Shuming, Xuan Zhenzi, and the ascetic Toutuo, and the two elders of Songshan, chasing the clouds and Bai Guyi, and the dwarf Zhu Mei.

Looking at the people of the Wutai faction who were connected by a sword light and came quickly, Qi Shuming and the others had a little heavy faces.

Without him, it was really too loud for Wutai, and the sword light converged, only to see a middle-aged Taoist with hundreds of Wutai disciples landing on the Ningbi Cliff.

Among them, there are five Tai sects in charge of the immortals alone, Taiyi mixed Yuan Patriarch, his junior brother Maha Venerable Sikong Zhan, senior sister Wan Miao Immortal Xu Feiniang, disciple Sun Moon Monk Qianxiao, Xuandu Yushi Lin Yuan and other five people.

There are many scattered immortals close to the level of earth immortals, such as dozens of people such as the golden-bodied Arhat Fayuan, Yue Qinbin of Suoyun Cave, and Zhitong Monk of Ciyun Temple.

For Emei, who is only a few dozen people, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are many people.

Seeing that everyone was falling into the light, Qi Shuming stepped forward and saluted, and asked the Taiyi Mixed Yuan Patriarch:

"I don't know how the Mixed Yuan Patriarch wants to fight the sword?"

Although the Mixed Yuan Patriarch was in the side door, in addition to protecting the short and conniving at the disciple to be evil, he was not a crooked and evil way, and after hearing the words, he said lightly:

"Lao Dao and your seniors have a relationship, naturally they will not rely on people to bully you juniors, Lao Dao is only one person, and the three of you senior brothers are on it together."

Qi Shuming smiled slightly:

"Why don't you use me to wait for the three immortals together, and let the poor Dao come to learn the tricks."

When it comes to the number of years of cultivation, although Qi Shuming's life is only in his early five hundred years, he has already passed several lifetimes, and if he really counts his age, he is afraid that he is longer than the Mixed Yuan Patriarch.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.