"Mo family, Tieyu pear flower."

"If I were you, I'd put this thing away now."

"In front of a pure swordsman, the so-called hidden weapons are all false."

Under the moonlight, the wind swept the white clothes, and the man's face was clearly reflected in Chu Ci's eyes.

The facial features are erect, the face is like a knife, and the black hair is scattered on both sides at will, and it is lightly tied behind him.

Especially those eyes.

Only the top swordsman in the world who understands the extreme of the way of the sword can have such a sword intent that ignores the world.

Close the switch of "Iron Rain Pear Flower", and Chu Ci clasped his fists and saluted.

"The younger generation Chu Ci Chu Jiu Ge, I have seen the Sword Saint cover the seniors."

In just an instant, Chu Ci recognized the identity of the man in white, the eldest disciple of the sloppy old man, the Sword Saint.

Chu Ci practiced vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, and Gai Ming did not hide his sword intent, so it was not difficult to distinguish.

However, Chu Ci used the Divine Hidden Technique to cover up his sword intent, and if he didn't approach and sense carefully, he could only feel the sword intent on Chu Ci's body, and he couldn't tell that it was a vertical and horizontal swordsmanship.

For Chu Ci to recognize his identity, Gai Ming didn't care.

Instead, he was looking at Chu Ci.

Judging from Jun Ze's entrustment, he can be sure that it was the person in front of him who saved Jun Ze.

Not only does he know the secret of the Medicine King Valley, but he also has the Tieyu Pear Flower among the nine secret weapons of the Mo family, and he is so young, which makes Gai Ming curious about the identity of the person in front of him.

However, it is just curiosity.

There are few things in this world that deserve to be moved by him.

"Put it away."

Gai Ming raised his hand and flicked it, and a delicate wooden box fell into Chu Ci's hands.

Then he turned around and left.

"Seniors wait, there is something to ask below."

Chu Ci remembered the sloppy old man's deathbed.

"Dare to ask where the homeland of the predecessors is, and dare to ask, there can be people who are obsessed with the death of the predecessors."

Chu Ci understood that if he asked this, he would inevitably expose his relationship with the sloppy old man.

But he also believed that the temperament of the man would not be questioned.

Gai Ming's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, staring at the young man in front of him.

Suddenly, it was as if something had been discovered.

The question Jun Ze had asked him earlier sounded in his mind: 'Is there a third disciple in your Guigu generation?' ’。

'Master, it seems that you have already made a choice. ’

Guigu lineage, two disciples in a generation, respectively practice longitudinal swordsmanship and horizontal swordsmanship, when the next Guiguzi is inherited, the selected one will learn the complete vertical and horizontal swordsmanship at the same time.

After a moment of silence.

"Yongguo Wufeng County, Luoya Mountain."

"Heavenly Sect Dao Head."

After saying that, the figure of Gai Ming disappeared like the wind in this small courtyard, and this light skill can be described as the first class in the world.

Chu Ci was stunned.

I'll rub it, bad old man, you can do it!

Taoist Heavenly Sect Dao Head!

In the past two years, Chu Ci has inquired about the news of Taoism, and one of the most surprising to him is that the Taoist Taoist Daoist who was respected as a national teacher by Emperor Yinghuang is actually a woman, and she is also the first female Taoist Taoist Taoist in the past dynasties.

It is said that he is over the age of six, but he has the alluring face of a young girl.

It's just that this makes it difficult for Chu Ci to do.

The head of the Heavenly Sect lives on the top of the Tower of Babel all year round.

Except for the First Emperor, even the disciples of the Heavenly Sect couldn't see it.

How can I see it myself, and still be alive after seeing it?

"Rely on development first, and when you reach the Extreme Dao Grandmaster one day, these will be easy to solve."

Chu Ci is not the kind of untrustworthy person who takes the money and doesn't work, whether it is the last wish of the sloppy old man, or the entrustment of the medicine king Su Feng, when the time is right, Chu Ci will complete them one by one.

And after reaching the Extreme Dao Grandmaster, Chu Ci still has one more thing to do.

Retrieving the sloppy old man's body from Yun Zhongjun's hands, if you have to fight, it doesn't hurt.

With a long breath and the wooden box in his hand, Chu resigned and returned to his room.

The layout of this room is strange and familiar at the same time.

Chu Ci lit the candle, sat down at the table, and opened the wooden box.

When you see it, it is a reishi mushroom that looks like a flame.

"Millennial Fire Ganoderma lucidum."

At the end of the Divine Pesticide Codex, there is a volume of Baicaolu, which is compiled by the grandson Baicao, the medicine king of the previous generation of Medicine King Valley, which records tens of thousands of medicinal materials and their uses in the world, including this thousand-year-old fire Ganoderma lucidum.

Fire Ganoderma lucidum, improving the power has a miraculous effect.

Chu Ci estimated to himself that if he completely refined and absorbed the medicinal power of this thousand-year-old fire lingzhi, it would take one to two years at most, which would be enough to step into the realm of a little grandmaster for three days, and even to impact the Extreme Dao Grandmaster.

Save your life, exchange for a thousand-year-old fire Ganoderma lucidum, and by the way, Confucianism still owes a favor to itself, and this business is not a loss.

"Gai Ming came to deliver it in person, it seems that Confucianism and this sword saint have a lot of friendship."

Chu Ci put away the thousand-year-old fire lingzhi, waited back to Dengxian Tower, refined the thousand-year-old fire lingzhi into a pill, and then gradually took it.

In this way, the medicinal power of this thousand-year-old fire lingzhi can be fully absorbed.

Of course, it is impossible to eat it raw, it is not only a waste, but the body cannot withstand the majestic pure medicinal power of the thousand-year-old fire Ganoderma lucidum.

Chu Ci took a deep breath, looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar room, and then came to the couch, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate the Tongxian Urn.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the golden crow dawns.

In the small courtyard of the Chu family, Chu Yu hurriedly ran out of the hall.

"Daddy and Auntie, brother, he's gone again!"

Chu Qinghe and Song Ao, who had just caught the eye, walked out of the house.

"Gone again?!"

The couple was stunned, walked quickly to Chu Yu's side, and took the letter from Chu Yu's hand.

Chu Qinghe finished reading the letter, was silent for a moment, and handed it to Song Ao.

"When the child grows up, he should have his own life."

After saying this, Chu Qinghe turned around and went back to the house.

"Mother, this is the silver left by my brother."

Chu Yu handed the money bag to Song Ao, who was stunned for a moment after taking it.

The silver taels in this are enough for Chu Qinghe's three years.

……………………

The Outer City of the Sun.

Chu Ci walked around for a whole day, and his footprints almost traveled all over Lieyang City, before he finally reluctantly collected all the materials he needed in several iron shops, and also equipped himself with a set of silver needles, a total of forty-nine.

The most silver needles in the Divine Pesticide Codex are forty-nine, and it is useless to buy too much.

A teahouse, by the window on the second floor, looking at the prosperity under the street.

Chu Ci had a strong premonition, maybe in just three or five years, the prosperity of this Burning Sun City would no longer exist.

He must have enough strength to protect himself and his family before the chaos comes.

Chu Ci left a letter and a silver tael, and stated in the letter that if there was nothing important, he would go home on the fifteenth day of every month.

As for his family, he only hopes that they can live a happy life as ordinary people.

It's time to go back. ’

Chu Ci glanced at the sky, and the sunset was already setting.

"If you don't enter Changle Building in this life, even if you are an immortal, it will be in vain."

The two people dressed as boys on the side chatted very energetically, and their eyebrows danced.

'Changle Building. ’

Chu Ci pondered for a moment, and when he heard the name, he knew that it was the land of smoke and willows.

'Phew. ’

Secretly spit on it.

A gentleman is frank, how can he go to that rotten land?

Two quarters of an hour later, it is connected by three four-storey buildings across the bridge, and under the bridge is the Changle Building, which is like a clear pond and is brightly lit.

A guest surnamed Chu hugged the waist of the welcoming woman with great sophistication.