The two children were so frightened that they all came out.

"Seniors spare !!"

They bowed deeply and fled with their belts, for fear that they would be dismantled and eaten a second later.

Huo Rongdong was also shocked, she subconsciously pushed the door out, afraid that Qi Ci would be angry. Unexpectedly, the man just glanced at it obliquely, and didn't pay attention to the child's joke at all.

He walked straight up and asked, "How do you see the mental method?" ”

Huo Rongdong's throat choked, and he opened his eyes: "It's been completely smoothed twice." ”

Qi Ci sat in front of her, with a smile in her phoenix eyes: "I've passed it twice, but I haven't drawn qi into my body yet, do you want to say that I can't understand it?" ”

Huo Rongdong's face turned red and muttered: "Childe Mo Xiao, I have only learned a few words from the mortal world and read a few limerick poems." The Heavenly Book of the Immortal Master...... Talking about the great truth of heaven, how can I, a mortal woman, understand. ”

Qi Ci thought to himself, after all, the first sentence in the mental method is "Tao is Tao, very Tao; The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. "He was also in the clouds at the beginning, and it is estimated that it is even more difficult for mortals to understand, let alone comprehend thoroughly.

He tried hard to recall the scene when his parents and master brought him into the Tao when he was a child, and gently comforted: "Don't worry, I'll tell you about it after I leave the Jackdaw Gate." ”

With that, he took out a cherry-red storage bag from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"Well, I'll buy it for you, see if you like it or not."

The appearance of the storage bag is like a purse, Qi Ci's own is just a navy blue ordinary model, which can be bought for her, not only the color is gorgeous, but also with embroidered silk on it.

Huo Rongdong looked at the red purse embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and was speechless for a long time: "...... Childe gave it to me? ”

Qi Ci nodded, his eyes kept paying attention to her reaction: "It can be counted as a gift for entering the Dao, I wish you a prosperous cultivation and auspicious joy from now on." ”

Cultivators, after entering the Tao, there will be gifts from the elders of the same sect, which can be regarded as asking for an auspicious lottery. But Huo Rongdong was alone, and he didn't have a teacher, so he became this elder.

When I was shopping, the shopkeeper of the grocery store blew his purse into the sky and the earth, saying that nine and a half out of ten girls would like it when they saw it, and they would never make a mistake.

But now looking at Huo Rendong's tangled expression, Qi Ci was beating a drum in her heart, she was afraid that she was the remaining half.

…… You shouldn't believe the words of these businessmen, and you will have to find the shopkeeper to settle accounts when you turn back.

Huo Rongdong pinched the cherry red purse and frowned slightly, unable to tell what the emotion was.

In the mortal world, a woman gives a mandarin duck purse made by herself to a man, which is equivalent to making love. Although the storage bag looks like a purse, it is a real immortal magic weapon, and Qi Ci is not an ordinary person, so he naturally does not understand the rules of the mortal world.

Huo Rongdong suppressed the panic in his heart and replied with a smile: "Thank you, Childe, I like it very much." As he spoke, he wanted to hang his purse around his waist.

"Wait, there's something in there."

Qi Ci pointed with one hand, and the brocade belt at the mouth of the storage bag was loosened, and there were a few more items on the table.

A bulging baggage with dresses, shoes and socks. There are also some pill bottles for nourishing the body, which are labeled with the names of the medicines, which are qi, blood, and brain......

The carved wooden box is full of Bigu Dan, and you can go without food for three days if you take one, and it looks a bit like a hawthorn barley pill.

In addition, there are several separate hairpin ring jewelry and handkerchief weaving. The woman's daily needs are basically complete, and the person who purchased it can be described as meticulous and meticulous.

God knows, following Qi Ci to travel around the world, eating and sleeping in the open air, although Huo Rendong is omnipotent in the mountains and rivers, and is a hard-working character, but as a woman, life is inconvenient after all, she mostly endured it silently and never said.

Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Qi Ci awkwardly turned her face: "I asked the shopkeeper to open up some at will, and buy what is missing." When you draw your qi into your body and put your Divine Sense on the storage bag, you can use it freely. You can put anything but living creatures in it. ”

He thought for a while: "In addition, I have three hundred medium-grade spirit stones and two thousand low-grade spirit stones here......

"Childe." Huo Rongdong suddenly stopped him from taking out the spirit stone, and shook his head with a straight face.

The two glanced at each other, Qi Ci saw the gentle persistence in her eyes, her heart moved slightly, and she still didn't give away anything after all.

"Well, that's the case and we can go down, but there's one more thing before we leave."

……

There are dozens of people in the Jackdaw Gate, and now they are all gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they are really like crows.

A waterfall cascades down from the top of the mountain and joins the lake at the base of the mountain, a small lake that is their cult attraction: the Sword Washing Pool. Every beginner disciple will choose their own natal flying sword here, and they will be accompanied by a sword for the rest of their lives.

"I'm not convinced! The Sword Washing Pool must not be allowed to be stepped into by outsiders, this is an insult to our Jackdaw Sect disciples! ”

"And this monk is still a demon who will fall into the devil at any time, doesn't this lead to fire?"

"It's good to let the other sects know what to do."

The disciples gathered together and shouted words such as "drive away Qi Ci" and "Rather die than be humiliated".

By the pool, an old man with gray hair looked at the green and faint pool water, and said loudly: "Whether it is the matter of Cihui Zhenjun borrowing my door, or the matter of entering the sword pool to choose a sword, I agree." I'll talk about it later. ”

The crowd shouted again: "Think twice, boss! ”

The old man in charge of the Jackdaw Gate waved his robe sleeves: "I have made up my mind, you stand down, don't be embarrassed in front of your guests!" ”

The little disciples were severely reprimanded, and their faces were blue and white for a while.

At this time, there was a faint thunder rolling in the sky, and he immediately greeted it.

Qi Ci, who was belatedly stepping on the Thunder Torture Sword, completely ignored the jealous looks of others, and entered this sect as if he had entered a no-man's land. He lifted Huo Rongdong down from the flying sword and asked her to go to the sword pool alone.

Seeing that this mortal girl was really going to choose a sword, a few disciples who couldn't hold their breath immediately changed their faces, and their blood was on their heads, so they wanted to draw their swords and rush forward to theorize.

Before he could take a step, he was suddenly trapped by a thousand pounds of weight falling from the sky. That power was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, making their knees weak and kneeling directly on the ground, their hands and feet were weak, and they could only snort and pant, not to mention going to find fault with Huo Rendong.

Qi Ci glanced at the disciples lightly, his face expressionless. He didn't deliberately restrain his coercion, and everyone in the Jackdaw Gate was pale, and even the head of the sect was not very good-looking.

It's strange to say, obviously he is only one person, but his momentum is comparable to thousands of troops.

Being "intimidated" by Qi Ci, the atmosphere in the entire sword washing pool was weird, and Huo Rendong was the only one who could move freely without restrictions.

Her face was calm and picturesque, and she was still dressed in her own linen clothes, and she stepped into the pool with mille-feuille shoes.

The green water moistened the hem of her skirt, and the waterfall rushed down, and the moist and dense moisture stuck to her eyelashes like a string of small pearls.

The Sword Washing Pond is a huge spoon-shaped, with a wide inner pool at the back, filled with craggy rocks, and countless swords stuck diagonally on it, which have had several amazing and brilliant owners, and contain endless strife and history for thousands of years.

The further you go to the outside of the sword pool, the fewer swords there are, and when you reach the bottom of the waterfall, there are only a few flying swords left, and they are all mediocre.

When the disciples saw Huo Rendong looking at the inner pool, they were secretly shocked: "Did she fall in love with the Qinggang Sword?" ”

"The Baihong Sword used by Master Zu is also among them, it is a ground-level sword."

"But it's definitely not a real martial sword ......"

The peerless sword names they said were domineering one by one, and they were also more than one ear to the other, and they seemed to be separated from her by 108,000 miles.

Huo Rongdong looked at the beautiful and brilliant Sword Mountain in the distance, but turned around and went to the bottom of the waterfall.

As the entrance to the sword-washing pool, the stones at the bottom of the waterfall are polished to a particularly smooth surface, and the few flying swords that remain here are in tatters because they have been tempered by the water every day.

Except for the new disciples who really have low mana, almost no one will come to the entrance to choose a sword on weekdays, and everyone always looks at the depths where more treasures are hidden.

The waterfall scattered fine water droplets in the sky, Huo Rendong bent down and rolled up his sleeves, and the whole person was buried in the bottom of the water and groped.

She didn't care that she was soaking wet, and when her hands touched a piece of hard iron, Huo Nindong was overjoyed, clenched the hilt of the sword, and pulled the sword out of the crack in the stone.

"I've been waiting for a long time, come with me."

The flying sword under his palm trembled slightly, as if in response.

The disciples of the Jackdaw Gate poked their heads out from afar, as if they saw the woman bending down and pulling out a dusty sword from under the waterfall.

Before she could come back, a disciple couldn't help but stand up.

"Wait!"

"The Sword Washing Pool is the holy place of my sect, and if outsiders want to take the sword, they must obtain our consent!"

The drenched woman glanced up at them, her dark eyes reflecting the water.

Seeing her complexion, some of the Jackdaw Sect disciples were amazed, and some of them were jealous and disdainful.

Huo Rongdong and Qi Ci glanced at each other and nodded: "Okay." ”

She raised the sword she clenched in her right hand and displayed it in front of everyone.

The disciples of the Jackdaw Sect looked at it intently.

I didn't see it clearly when I was far away just now, but now I saw that the sword body was as slender as a willow leaf, covered with rust up and down, and I couldn't see the original color, and even the inscription on the hilt of the sword had been rusted and blurred.

There is no doubt that what this woman picked up from the sword washing pool was a handful of rags that no one wanted at all.

"Hahaha-" I don't know which little disciple couldn't help but laugh, and the sound of mockery sounded in the crowd.

"What the hell, my nine-year-old nephew is not uncommon with a sword like this."

"Broken copper and iron are just worthy of the status of mortals, and they can't be on the stage."

"Take it, take it!"

Huo Rendong stood with his sword in his hand, his face did not change, and he did not feel embarrassed at all in the laughter.

Qi Ciliang glanced at it, and those noisy voices disappeared in an instant.

The disciple who had just spoken stood up with a smile: "Senior Mingjian, according to the rules of my Jackdaw Sect, a disciple can only enter the sword washing pool once, whether he regrets it or the sword is broken, he can't enter again. ”

The head also spoke: "The girl might as well change it again." ”

Huo Rongdong shook his head against everyone's gaze: "Thank you." I've already chosen, so there's no need to change it. ”

The disciple snorted, "What a big breath! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin sword light suddenly flew out of the crowd, coming straight in the direction of Huo Rendong, but the target was not her, but the sword in her hand.

The point of the Jackdaw Sect's disciples was not at all what sword she chose, but that no matter what she chose, they didn't want her to take it.

The speed of the flying sword was too fast, Huo Rongdong didn't have time to react at all, she could only subconsciously clench the hilt of the sword and close her eyes.

I only heard the loud sound of metal striking with "bang".

Then a person cried out in pain: "-My Spirit Snake Sword!! ”

When she opened her eyes, she saw a sword covered in turquoise fall to the ground beside her...... It's just broken in two.

And the tattered rusty sword in her hand is still the same, and even the rust is not a little less.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Huo Rongdong's surprise was no less than theirs, she raised her hand in disbelief and looked the rusty sword in her hand up and down. Except for the patina rust all over his body, there was indeed no trace of cracking.

But no matter how you look at it, the emerald green spirit snake sword is also stronger than the broken sword that no one wants, and the two hit each other like a mantis arm as a car, and it is possible for the rusty sword to be broken into several pieces.

I thought that the little disciple was also paying attention to this and wanted to give her a dismount, but the result was a big surprise.

"It must have been her hands!" The disciple with the broken sword rushed out with anger on his face, looking like he was going to settle accounts with her.

After only two steps, he stopped in place as if he was afraid of something, and his face was distorted.

Huo Rendong looked back, and sure enough, he saw Qi Ci standing behind her, with an expressionless and cold appearance, like a convincing wall.

He sneered and slapped the little disciple away with one sleeve.

"Sneak attack on others still has the face to say, get out."

The other disciples took a step back in unison, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ci didn't interfere with her choice of flying sword, but just looked at the rusty and rotten sword a few more times curiously, and then with a wave of his hand, he threw out a purple gem.

"Promise your sword qi, take it, a total of three."

The head of the Jackdaw Gate caught the gem with both hands and arched his hand gratefully: "Thank you for being merciful and true-king." ”

Huo Rongdong was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that the other party looked like he had won a treasure, he felt strange in his heart.

thought that she was bullying people by following Qi Ci up the mountain. I didn't expect him to trade completely fairly, but she misunderstood him......

Even the Jackdaw Gate still took advantage, they only lent the Mortal Spring once, and paid a broken rusty sword that no one appreciated, and they could exchange it for the three full sword qi of the sword master of the Jindan Great Perfection realm.

Although she didn't know what the Jackdaw Gate wanted the sword qi to do, she still knew the power of Qi Ci's thunder torture sword.

The chatter in my ears is still unstoppable. Someone helped the little disciple up and looked at this side with hatred.

Even though they knew that this trip was a fair deal between the two parties, these monks and disciples had the right to treat Qi Ci as a person who had no one in his eyes and was arrogant and murderous, and the knife in his eyes could stab people to death a hundred times.

Qi Ci took a dry coat from the storage bag and stretched out his hand to drape it on her shoulders, and made the Thunder Torture Sword bigger and bigger, and then stretched out his hand: "Let's go." ”

As soon as he stepped on the flying sword with one foot, he suddenly turned around and looked at the many Jackdaw Sect disciples with a smile: "Who shouted 'drive away Qi Ci' just now, stand up and shout again." ”

Everyone was silent, and there was even a tendency to bow their heads and become quails.

The head of the Jackdaw Gate wiped his sweat in embarrassment.

Qi Ci sneered, threw back the long hair scattered on his chest, and said arrogantly: "I don't dare to admit that I am a bad seed." Hurting people in secret, he is a villain in the seed. ”

When the words fell, a group of young disciples all turned pale.

But what's the solution, they don't add up enough for people to lift their fingers.

Seeing the Thunder Torture Sword rise into the air, the head of the sect took a long breath and respectfully bowed his hand and said, "Cihui Zhenjun walks slowly." ”

Qi Ci glanced at him, and then spoke: "My three sword qi to protect the Jackdaw Sect for a hundred years is enough, before you reach the end of your life, if these disciples can let go of their prejudices, if they don't want to live by guarding a broken pond all day long, I'm afraid they will be able to cultivate the sword intent long ago, and the sect protection sect will be comprehensive, instead of relying on you to borrow sword intent from outsiders." ”

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Jackdaw Sect fried the pot one after another. It's just that Qi Ci didn't care anymore, he ordered the Thunder Sword to rise into the air and left quickly.

Huo Rongdong thought carefully about his last words, and suddenly realized something.

"Childe, weren't you ordering those disciples just now?"

Qi Ci's hair was blown by the wind, and he didn't even look back: "A bunch of fools, too lazy to talk nonsense." ”

Although his voice was disdainful, Huo Rendong couldn't help but quietly look at Qi Ci's side face, and saw that his expression was still calm, and he was not angry because others said a few more bad words.

She suddenly felt that in fact, the cultivation realm was the same as that of ordinary mortal dynasties. The truth and falsehood of good and evil are not completely superficial, and there are some mud rotten on the ground, and they are completely unworthy of being compared with him.