"If you can't draw the light feather spirit rune, the next plan will fall into the dilemma of advancing and retreating, and the vitality depends on luck, which is definitely not my wish, I can only give up the pain."

Gu Qing put away the red blood talisman pen for the time being, took the inkstone beside him, picked up the white luster of the white luster of Bailu Lingmo, injected a little spiritual power, and grinded the ink in circles.

The thoughts in his heart gradually emptied, Gu Qing forgot his body, and although only half of the spiritual power in his body remained, the feeling of harmony appeared in his heart again.

After more than 350 rounds of research, Gu Qing abandoned the plan in his heart and didn't think about anything.

Then, Gu Qing's mind condensed into the entrance of the eyebrows.

In the ninth order of the world's runes, when the rune master is immersed in one of the levels for a long time, all kinds of spirit runes in this level can be painted at will, and they will condense into a 'rune' in the sea of knowledge.

Gu Qing's last stage of the path had not really condensed into a first-order rune, but he had already formed a prototype of a first-order rune.

At present, Gu Qing is unable to mobilize his divine sense, and it is indeed a little reluctant to draw a first-order high-grade light feather talisman, at this time, Gu Qing wants to use the magic of the prototype of this order talisman to draw the light feather spirit talisman.

The center of the eyebrows beat slightly, and at a certain moment, a very special coolness came out from the center of the eyebrows, scattered into Gu Qing's body, and finally condensed on Gu Qing's fingers.

"Right now."

Gu Qing suddenly realized.

The red blood rune pen in his hand suddenly appeared, and he did not hesitate to put down the pen, drawing three spirit runes in a row.

The first two runes were dull.

Only the third spirit rune, when Gu Qingzhen finished painting and closed the pen, a cyan luster spread out in an instant, like ink scattered in the clear water, in this B-word No. 12 room, like a gauze water curtain shrouded in a piece of spiritual light.

"It's done!"

Gu Qing's heart was relieved.

He picked up this light feather talisman with a sense of agility, and saw that on this light feather talisman, the Dao Dao spirit patterns that came out of the white dew spirit ink seemed to be constantly gathering and changing.

Light feather talisman, a first-order high-grade spirit talisman, the monk urges this talisman, and the body can be like a cicada wing, and it can travel quickly against the wind.

If there is a late-stage Qi refining cultivator, if he urges this light feather talisman, he can escape thousands of miles in a few quarters of an hour, but with Gu Qing's current cultivation, urging this light feather talisman can only exert about seventy percent of its power, but even so, if he wants to wait for a late-stage Qi refining cultivator, if he doesn't have any special means, it will definitely be difficult to catch up with him.

What's more, Gu Qing could break into the middle stage of qi refining at any time and push his cultivation to the fifth layer of qi refining.

At that time, with the strength of his divine sense, he urged the Light Feather Talisman, compared to the ordinary Qi Refining Great Perfection Monk, the speed of escape was only fast and not slow, even if the Foundation Building Monk did not notice, he would also let him escape.

"The quality of the talisman is excellent, which can be described as an unexpected joy."

Gu Qing felt the fluctuations of the spiritual power on it, nodded imperceptibly, put this light feather talisman into the ten-square storage bag, and got up to move around the room.

"This light feather talisman, if it is sold, it can probably be exchanged for two hundred to three hundred spirit stones, is it consumed......

Eight pieces of high-grade rune paper, priced at eighty low-grade spirit stones.

Half a tael of white dew spirit ink is worth sixty low-grade spirit stones.

Most of the spiritual power in the body requires thirty taels to forty taels of spiritual sand to recover, which is equivalent to a low-grade spirit stone, counting the energy and time consumed...... In this way, if this light feather talisman is sold, it can earn eighty to ninety low-grade spirit stones.

Scold...... If every time you draw a first-order high-grade spirit rune, you have such a big profit, then the cultivation in the early and middle stages of this Qi refining period can be regarded as a smooth road......

Gu Qing thought about this and smiled bitterly.

There is nothing so easy in the world!

Regardless of whether the cultivation in the early stage of Qi refining and the middle stage of Qi refining is enough, it only needs to be piled up.

It is to let Gu Qing draw those simple first-order high-grade spirit runes, before the first-order runes in his sea of knowledge are completely condensed, even with the help of the power of the rudimentary form of the runes, whether he can become a rune under the pen of the red blood rune depends on a little luck.

If you're unlucky, once you consume ten or more high-grade rune papers, you'll not make much money.

You don't see, in the cultivation hall of Huifeng Valley, how many talismans with poor levels have to do several loss-making transactions every day, and Gu Qing has suffered a lot of losses in the previous journey.

Gu Qing first burned the eight waste talismans into flying ashes with the fireball technique, and then took a Pei Ling Pill, dissolved it with spiritual power, and put all the things in the room into the storage bag, and hid the fluctuations of the spiritual power around him with the dehydration water return function, and put away the array of smoke screens, like a veil of water curtain slowly dispersed.

Click!

The two lower-grade spirit stones of the water genus turned into crumbs and were thrown to the ground by him at will.

Gu Qing rubbed his face.

A few silver needles tingled in his flesh, and his gaze became dark again.

At this time, this appearance should bloom its last value, and when the curtain ends, it will be the time when he returns to the Idle Crane Sect in the Valley of Winds, or perhaps, he will forever lose the qualification to return to the Valley of the Winds, be destroyed, and be crushed into dust on the ground.

……

Yutai Water Pavilion is located in the southernmost corner of Chihu Lake.

The range of Chihu Lake is not small, there are 100 miles in radius, it is the largest lake in Huaining County for 800 miles, the monks only occupy most of the northwest corner of Chihu Lake, standing next to the Yutai Water Pavilion and looking at it, the painting boat like clouds, and even the five islands in the middle of the lake, have become a little small, and the monks nearby are also sparse.

Gu Qing, who looked like a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt, glanced around and stepped into the Yutai Water Pavilion.

Inside the Yutai Water Pavilion, the layout of the Yutai Water Pavilion is different, more like an inn in the mundane world, Gu Qing's footsteps stopped at the front hall, and immediately a middle-aged man in a brocade robe dressed as an ordinary shopkeeper stepped forward and hugged his fists.

"Fellow Daoist, looking for someone or staying in a hotel?"

This middle-aged man in a brocade robe dressed as an ordinary shopkeeper is only cultivating on the second floor of condensation, and it is estimated that some small monk family is sent out to manage the monks of this Yutai Water Pavilion.

Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and he calmly replied with a fist: "Is Tong Sandao Tong Daoyou here?" ”

"This fellow Taoist comes with me."

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe nodded with a smile, answered, and led the way in front of his head, Gu Qing followed the trend, but his eyes seemed to be inadvertent, and he glanced in the front hall.

From the moment he got out of the small pan water pavilion, Gu Qing keenly felt more than one gaze.

"More than one? With that Zhai Tong's attitude, it shouldn't be possible for me to follow before I leave the Chihu Lake, that is to say, counting that Zhai Tong this time, at least three people are eyeing me, and they can accurately catch up with me who is urging six divine talismans at the same time under the interference of the water mist of Chihu Lake last night, and the masters of these lines of sight are mostly in the late stage of Qi refining. ”

As he walked, Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.

Attached to the skin and flesh behind his back, the strand of crimson spiritual power filament from Master Zhai Tong trembled slightly from time to time, and this filament of spiritual power seemed to burst open at any time, blowing up Gu Qing's head.

But Gu Qing didn't panic.

The filaments of spiritual power around them had already been quietly surrounded by Gu Qing with a hundred times the spiritual power, and when the time came, they would be forcibly erased by him regardless of the loss.

The space inside the Yutai Water Pavilion is much larger than that of the Xiaopan Water Pavilion.

After walking for more than a dozen breaths, Gu Qingcai, under the leadership of the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, came to the outside of the room rented by Tong Sandao.

Knock knock knock......

"Tong Daoyou, someone is looking for you."

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe shouted, then smiled at Gu Qing and nodded, and then retreated.

"A number eight." Gu Qing glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the door, this Yutai Water Pavilion was similar to the Xiaopan Water Pavilion in this regard, Gu Qing didn't have time to retract his gaze, and the door of the No. 8 room in front of him had creaked open.

"Gu Yun Daoyou!"

When he opened the door, Tong Sandao's gaze was certain.

"Tong Daoyou, I don't know when I will leave and go to the Flying Thunder Peak to explore?" Gu Qing's face was still cold, but the words he said made Tong Sandao's face look happy.

"With Brother Gu's help, this trip is really like a tiger with wings! Brother Gu, please go to the side hall! ”

Tong Sandao made a gesture of please, then arranged his clothes, walked in front, Gu Qing followed, and soon the two of them walked to the end of the corridor and turned to the right.

This is a quiet side hall, with many compartments, and the black mist of formation illusion drifting around it, blocking the monk's divine sense from probing.

After Tong Sandao brought Gu Qing here, he took out a gray sound transmission jade talisman and notified several other people, Gu Qing sat down on a round chair at random, looked inside the room, and swept his eyes over Tong Sandao from time to time without saying a word.

Soon the monks arrived.

In the team of He family's monks that day, the thin old man who was suspected of being a royal beast sat next to Gu Qing.

"This fellow Daoist came early."

The thin old man glanced at Gu Qing a few times, and the small white snakes in his collar and sleeve robe, and a pair of small black eyes seemed to be looking at Gu Qing as well.

"It's just that it's nothing to do." Gu Qing responded coldly, "I don't know what to call this fellow Daoist?" Didn't he mock Tong Sandao before, saying that he went to Flying Thunder Peak to find death? Why, could it be that Daoyou is also dead? ”

The thin old man's expression was suddenly gloomy, he squinted, and the little white snakes wrapped around him also roared in unison, and he stared at Gu Qing for a few breaths.

"Ahem, this is Ji Chenji's senior." On Gu Qing's other side, a pale young monk-looking monk spoke, this person's figure was a little rickety, his body was faintly exuding blood, and he coughed from time to time.

"The kid has heard many times before, Gu Yun Gu Daoyou has good swordsmanship, the kid Gu Chaoxian, and Gu Yun Daoyou are still in their own family, this time Fei Lei Feng and his party, I hope Gu Yun Daoyou can take care of it more."

The pale-faced young-looking monk politely stood up and saluted with his fists folded.

Gu Qing nodded indifferently, then looked away, took out thirty taels of water spiritual sand and held it in his hand, and breathed by himself, Gu Chaoxian was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Heh......"

Ji Chen sneered, glanced at Gu Qing, and ignored Gu Chaoxian, and directly closed his eyes to recuperate.

Gu Chaoxian coughed lightly, touched his nose, sat back in his place, and waited silently with his head down.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Tong Sandao's voice sounded in the compartment, Gu Qing opened his eyes at the right time, and glanced around casually, the number of monks in this compartment at the moment had reached eleven, and the cultivation was generally in the third layer of qi refining and the fourth layer of qi refining.

Except for Gu Qing and Tong Sandao, there are nine people left.

Ji Chen, a thin old man on the left, cultivated to the fourth layer of Qi refining, and the guy named Gu Chaoxian on the right was cultivated to the third layer of Qi refining.

The other five people, two of them seem to be husband and wife, their cultivation is the third layer of qi refining, their manners are intimate, they are tired of being together, and the two of them look similar, when they are brothers and sisters, they are both three layers of qi refining, and the relationship looks very indifferent, and the last person is a middle-aged female cultivator with an ordinary appearance, four layers of qi refining, not tall, but quite strong.