After a while, a money bag that looked like it had dried up appeared in Qi Jingzhi's palm.

He glanced at the money bag, which seemed to contain nothing, and his tone was far more solemn than when he took out the Tibetan Feng Method before: "This is a gift from one of my deceased, he is a descendant of the Jiao clan in Chaozhou, and his grandfather is a military marquis in charge of the army, if you want to......

In fact, Qi Jingzhi was only temporary, half for the sake of Lao Wei's face, and didn't want the Jiuzhen Wei clan that he had worked hard for all his life to decline, and half for Wei Bao in front of him, and didn't want him to follow the old path of the East China Sea Golden Sword Wei.

When Wei Bao heard this, the color of gratitude on his face became stronger, but he shook his head without hesitation: "Don't hide it from Gong En, I can be a post officer, and I am also listed as a commander in the military register, half of which is my own dare to fight, and the remaining half is relying on my uncle's face." I've also tried the exercises in the army, and my ability to fight has improved a lot in the past few years, here's ...... But there was no movement."

He slammed his fist on his chest, and there was a frustration on his face about the failure of his previous cultivation, but more of an excited excitement that he was about to change his fate: "It's not just me, but all the children of the whole clan, who have become more or less cared for, my uncle has taken care of them more or less, it's really ...... It's really ......."

Qi Jingzhi was silent when he heard this, only to feel that Lao Wei was far more atmospheric than he thought, but this Jiuzhen Wei clan was really unlucky, as if the luck of the family had been exhausted in Lao Wei's body.

"I just hope that if Lao Wei is knowledgeable, don't blame me for being arrogant."

Qi Jingzhi sighed in his heart, knowing that he was a little reckless in his momentary thoughts, but the red gold knife had already fallen into the eyes of Wei Bao and Geshu Dashi before, unless the two of them were killed immediately, otherwise it was impossible to hide the fact that he came to Liaozhou to return the knife.

Geshu Dashi may not care, but Wei Bao will inevitably have something in mind, whether he is trying to get it himself, or rushing back to mobilize the clansmen of the Jiuzhen Wei clan to come to ask for it, or secretly colluding with outsiders to steal it, the news will inevitably leak out.

Rather than causing any unnecessary trouble at that time and letting the Red Golden Knife fall into the hands of someone who doesn't know its character, it is better to directly inform Wei Bao and let him choose whether to be the next Golden Dao Wei or not.

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly felt that he could meet Wei Bao in the vast hills and wilderness outside the city of Jiuzhen County, and it happened to let him see the red gold knife, and then he eliminated the demon side by side, which did mean a little bit of fate.

At this moment, he couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of what Deng Fuqing said at the beginning, "a period of heaven that is thousands of miles apart and meets in Pingshui", although he didn't fully believe it, but he was willing to act according to his own heart.

At this moment, Geshu Dashi, who was not far behind the two, suddenly laughed, and his voice was full of excitement: "Hiding the sword heart, swallowing the belly of the boat, it turns out that this is what it means!"

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao turned around when they heard the sound, and saw that he was holding the black knife to his chest with both hands, and a pair of eyes were like wicks, burning with a blazing flame, reflecting the blue color of his eyebrows: "It turns out that my brother Shu's purple-haired and blue-eyed body is the best scabbard in the world!"

Geshu Dashi stared at the black knife in front of him, and said word by word, "I don't care what your name used to be, from now on your surname will be Geshu!" As for the name, if you can swallow me, why not call me Geshu Dashi!"

After that, this purple-haired and blue-eyed young man actually raised his knife and slashed at the center of his eyebrows, and a large amount of blood immediately gushed out of the wound.

The blood faintly green in the crimson flowed down the tip of the knife, and it flowed all over the blade in an instant.

The next moment, the black knife shook suddenly, and suddenly disintegrated, turning into a miserable black gas, and then gathered into the shape of a black sword ghost.

This sword ghost is quite different from before, like smoke and mist, like a void and reality, surrounded by a thin layer of blue halo, floating lightly in the air, but also the same ugly and ferocious, dancing with his own hands, opening his mouth and roaring: "Brother Shu Dashi! Goshu Dashi!"

Seeing this, Geshu Dashi grinned, raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and his palm was covered with blood from his eyebrows, and it also shimmered with blue.

He reached out and grabbed the knife ghost, and shouted violently: "From now on, you are the knife in my heart, and I am the sheath outside your body!" Let's see if I will refine you into a divine weapon in the palm of your hand, or if you will turn me into me

Evil spirits in the sword!"

As he spoke, Geshu Dashi pulled the knife ghost in front of him, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

Instead of resisting, the sword ghost took the initiative to pour into Geshu Dashi's mouth, and disappeared after a short time.

At the same time, countless tiny knife cuts suddenly broke on Geshu Dashi's clothes, and when he looked closely, it was not just his clothes, but the skin of his whole body was cracking, as if he was being cut by thousands of sharp blades at the same time, and dense wounds suddenly appeared, and poignant blood beads oozed out of it, making him a bloody man in an instant.

Geshu Dashi's face suddenly turned pale, and even the blue fire in his eyes weakened by half, and he quickly retracted his eyes.

His body shook violently a few times, and he staggered seven or eight steps into the water, but he finally stood on his feet and did not fall down.

The next moment, I saw this purple-haired and blue-eyed young man slowly turn around and smile at the other two, heartfelt and happy, but with a little twisted and hideous.

Not far away, Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao had already gotten up in amazement.

"Hiding the sword heart, swallowing the belly of the boat?" Qi Jingzhi recited it silently, only to feel that the vastness of the world and the wonders of the path were really breathtaking.

Originally, in his mind, although the gist of the Tibetan Feng Method was only a few lines, the meaning was extremely clear and clear, and it would never make people ambiguous.

However, after Brother Shu Dashi saw it, the truth he realized from it was completely different, and the name given to the black knife was too strange, it seemed to be the bloodline thaumaturgy of the bearded slave green ox and the evil spirits and ghosts as the heart sheath, and the black knife was included in it, so as to completely suppress and refine, which can be called deviant and shocking.

However, feeling the sharp aura emanating from Geshu Dashi's body, Qi Jingzhi had to admit that the other party had indeed succeeded in hiding the front, and used a very shallow method to put a demon blade ghost soldier who had been sealed in the stone coffin at the bottom of the mound for an unknown number of years into the sheath, and the scabbard was Geshu Dashi himself.

The risk is extremely high, and the slightest mistake will lead to a miserable death, but the benefits after success are also extremely rich.

In Qi Jingzhi's induction, the peer in front of him, who had not cultivated at all a moment ago, had successfully condensed his heart and opened his spiritual aperture in an instant after taking the risk of hiding the knife and swallowing the boat, and fed on the sad sword qi of the Geshu knife, and also went extremely deep and far in the layer of Fan Xia, even if the next moment he manifested the majestic heart of lifting the knife to resist the ghost, Qi Jingzhi would never be half surprised.

In comparison, the black-clothed demon monk who chanted the scriptures but was counterattacked is really not worth mentioning, not only is his bloodline and qualifications far inferior to Geshu Dashi, but his temperament and ambition are even more different.

As for the ghost knife that has the surname Ge Shu and can even disperse qi, compared to the innate natal weapon refined by Mu Yingxian in his mouth based on the accompanying instrument spirit, it may be called an acquired natal weapon?

"It's just that this acquired natal weapon always wants to take the knife master and replace it, and make the so-called Geshu Dashi by himself."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, whether it was Wei Bao or Geshu Dashi, they were all ruthless characters who didn't care about their lives in order to gain strength, and he Qi Jingzhi himself, didn't he also get a scroll of remnants of unknown origin, and he didn't know anything about many cultivation skills, so he didn't hesitate to practice?

is from a humble background, if you want to be extraordinary, how can there be no price?

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi raised his head and looked at the sky, but for a long time, he saw that the blue sky was like a wash, the moon was white and the wind was clear, and there was no vision of spiritual energy surging.

Qi Jingzhi looked at Geshu Dashi again, and saw that his eyes were like green jade, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had been robbed by the gods without a sound, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his heart, and his eyes swirled around the bloody knife edges on the other party's body: "Could it be that he hit by mistake and used this extremely rough way to balance the internal and external spiritual pressure in a very short period of time?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Geshu Dashi looked at the sky suspiciously, and looked down at himself again, but he didn't find anything unusual, and immediately withdrew his gaze and slowly paced in front of the two.

He leaned weakly against his green ox, but his eyes were staring at the carcass of the cow stripped of its scales, his throat moved, and his stomach growled.

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao were stunned and were ignored before

The feeling of hunger also rushed to come out, and they glanced at each other at the moment, and then invariably lowered their heads, staring at the remains of the blue-scaled manatee, all with a strange look.

After a long time, the black and white tiger beast and the green-skinned green bull joined forces to drag the remains of the blue-scaled manatee into a fishing village not far from the shore, relying on their scarred belts.

Because of the previous ravages of the blue-faced sword ghost and the terrifying sound coming from the seashore afterwards, except for a few families on the edge of the village who were slaughtered and devoured, the doors of this small village were closed and locked, and there was a dark and dead silence.

The three of them knocked on the doors of several houses one after another, and it was only after they could say something bad that the village was awakened from its fear, and it turned into a mess with weeping and mourning everywhere.

In this situation, Wei Bao, the most inconspicuous of the three, stood up, barely pacified the villagers with his red robe and leather armor and the identity of Wei's disciple, and then took a team of Ding Zhuang to light torches and go to the beach to collect the remains of the murdered people.

The rest of the people gathered in the open space of the village, where they lit a bonfire at the behest of the village elder, set up pots to boil water, and prepared to eat.

After Qi Jingzhi and Geshu Dashi drove the two strange beasts to a farther place, several villagers stepped forward tremblingly, first tried the poison with the cats and dogs in the village, and then cut the flesh and bones of the blue-scaled manatee that did not have many organs left, and dismantled eight pieces, except for the two foreign beasts that did not eat vegetarian at first glance, and the rest were thrown into the boiling cauldron.

The huge bull's head, missing a horn and a large piece of scalp, was cut off separately and placed on a wooden table covered with a white cloth and an incense burner.

After that, when Wei Bao came back with Ding Zhuang with a sad face and heavy steps, one hundred and ten villagers worshiped the souls of the dead under the leadership of the village elder, and a strange smell of meat had wafted in this small fishing village.

The fragrant beef was quickly brought to the three of Qi Jingzhi, and the village elder who led the way personally gave Wei Bao a big bowl, with a deep awe on his face in addition to gratitude.

No one could see anywhere, and on the beach, which was now empty, a black-gray old dog with a black and gray skin suddenly appeared in the seawater, shaking the wet and sparse hair on his body vigorously, and splashing water droplets all over the sky.

It waded slowly through the shallow water, lingered for a moment where the blue-scaled manatee had fallen, then climbed ashore, sniffed carefully at the place where the blue-faced knife ghost was eating and drinking, and then ran in the direction of the fishing village.

This leprous old dog ran very fast, but unfortunately his left hind leg was lame, and it was inevitable that he would limp when he ran.

In a short time, he quietly entered the fishing village, watched for a long time in the shadows, and suddenly raised his head and barked loudly.

The next moment, both domestic dogs and wild dogs inside and outside the fishing village immediately barked wildly, and the group responded to each other, and the noisy place was like a thousand dogs barking at each other.

At the same time, the old dog himself stood up, flashed in the shadows, and was already in human form, but it was a lame leper old man, his head was half bald, with large and large pieces of ugly jaundice, wearing a very inconspicuous gray cloth robe, and the skin on his neck, arms and other places was cracked like a turtle.

He walked slowly to the open space in the village, went to the cauldron and picked up a cow stick bone, but he was not afraid of burning his mouth, he swallowed up the bone marrow in it, and threw the bone back casually, smashing the soup in the cauldron.

The village woman standing next to the iron pot didn't see it, so she let the lame old man take a cow rib out of the pot again, and opened her mouth to chew as if no one was around, and the juice was sprinkled all over the placket.

He tilted his head and munched on the beef, and walked past the sacrificial table where the souls of the dead were sacrificed.

"Oh, the head of this East China Sea Shake Cow is the most delicate and fat, and it's really a terrible thing to throw here!"

The lame leper old man sighed, raised his hand and wiped it on his shiny mouth, turned his head to look at the young swordsman standing beside him, and suddenly smiled, revealing a mouthful of sparse yellow teeth: "This little brother is just when he grows muscles and bones, don't eat meat, stand here and stare at the old man, what am I doing?"

"My predecessors were from the Daomen

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Qi Jingzhi looked at the lame leprosy old man, and chuckled lightly: "Dare to ask seniors, what is the East China Sea Shake Cow?"

The lame leper old Dao's eyes flashed, and he looked the young man up and down, shook his head and said, "The Feng girl sect disciple is not rigorous, and he dares to put down the mountain without knowing anything, and he is really too casual!"

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