With a rumbling sound, the stone gate slowly closed behind everyone.

Elder Qingmiao looked at the people behind him, and said with a shallow smile on his beautiful face: "The cultivation in the ruins has ended, but your cultivation has just begun, you must practice diligently in the future, don't slack off, you know?" ”

"Disciple understands."

Everyone said in unison.

"Okay, let's disperse, when you cultivate to a certain level in the future, you will have a chance to enter the ruins again." Elder Qingmiao said, and then she explained a few more words, and then turned to leave.

"Brother Mo, do you want to go back together?" Wang Xiaosheng looked at Mo Liang and asked.

Mo Liang pondered for a moment and replied, "You go back first, I still have something to talk to Senior Sister Xu." ”

Wang Xiaosheng didn't ask much, he turned around and walked towards the residence alone, and on the other side, Liu Xiaodie also said goodbye and left, leaving only Mo Liang and Xu Shuangxue in place.

"What's the matter with you?"

Seeing that only she and Mo Liang were left, Xu Shuangxue asked.

"I want to build a weapon, I wonder if Senior Sister knows where there is a master who can refine weapons?"

Mo Liang was concise and to the point, and directly stated his purpose.

"Weapons?"

Xu Shuangxue glanced at him in surprise, and then muttered: "There is a refining elder in the sect, but he doesn't like to communicate with people, and it is almost impossible for you to find him to help you refine your weapons." ”

"That's right."

Mo Liang was a little disappointed.

"Still." Xu Shuangxue changed her words and said, "If you want to get a suitable weapon, you don't have to find a refining master. ”

"How?"

Mo Liang hurriedly asked.

Xu Shuangxue smiled slightly and said, "Shizun is the only alchemist in our Qingyun Sect, and the alchemist is very popular. ”

Mo Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he understood what Xu Shuangxue meant, Elder Xu, as an alchemist, must have collected many valuable treasures, and maybe he could find a weapon suitable for him from him.

"But if you want to get something from Shizun, you have to take out something in exchange, I don't know what you are going to exchange it for?"

"Secret."

Mo Liang smiled and said confidently.

"Don't say it." Xu Shuangxue didn't have a good breath, and then she hesitated for a moment and said: "In a few days, the Flying Snow Sect may send someone to our Qingyun Sect to select qualified disciples to enter the Flying Snow Sect to practice, if you are willing to join the Flying Snow Sect, this opportunity must not be missed." ”

"The Flying Snow Sect of the Eight Rank Sect is coming to the Qingyun Sect?"

Mo Liang was a little surprised, he had heard Xu Shuangxue mention the Flying Snow Sect before, the Qingyun Sect was the affiliated sect of the Flying Snow Sect of the Eight Rank Sect, and the disciples recruited by the Flying Snow Sect were to select some talented and good seedlings from the three affiliated sects to absorb into their own sect, which directly led to the strengthening of the sect and limited the potential of the affiliated sect.

"Well, it should have been a few months late, but because Shizun recently broke through to the third-grade alchemist, this caused the Flying Snow Sect's plan to accept people earlier." Xu Shuangxue replied.

"So, their real purpose is to come for Elder Xu, and it's just incidental to pick people to enter the sect?"

Xu Shuangxue nodded, agreeing with Mo Liang's words.

"I know, thank you Senior Sister for your kindness, but I have no plans to enter the Flying Snow Sect for the time being." Mo Liang understood that Xu Shuangxue was a good intention, since the Flying Snow Sect was here for Elder Xu, hoping to absorb Elder Xu into the sect, in order to show his sincerity, he would definitely agree to some of Elder Xu's requests that were not excessive, and it would be easier to recommend a disciple to enter the Flying Snow Sect to cultivate.

Xu Shuangxue glanced at Mo Liang with some surprise when she heard this, and thought that he didn't understand the benefits of joining the Flying Snow Sect, so she refused herself, so she said softly: "Don't be in such a hurry to answer, there are still a few days before the Flying Snow Sect comes, you can think about it again." ”

"The Flying Snow Sect is an eight-rank sect, the overall strength is much stronger than the Qingyun Sect, and the resources are much richer than the Qingyun Sect, if the master recommends you to enter the Flying Snow Sect, you can completely enjoy the treatment of the inner disciple of the Flying Snow Sect."

"If you figure it out, come to Shizun's attic, and I will persuade Shizun to recommend you to join the Feixue Sect, and it will be regarded as a favor for you to return the three Yunling Pills."

After that, without waiting for Mo Liang to answer, she turned around and left, leaving Mo Liang with a beautiful and cold back.

Mo Liang scratched his head, feeling a little helpless in his heart, he really had no interest in joining the Flying Snow Sect at all, no matter how many resources an eight-rank sect could have, Mo Liang actually didn't look down on it at all, he already had his own plan in his heart, and in this plan, there was no Flying Snow Sect at all.

Not to mention that the Feixue Sect is only an eight-rank sect, even if it is a seventh-grade sect or even a sixth-grade sect, he is not interested in joining, and he is now in the Qingyun Sect is just looking for a better place to practice, and when he reaches the innate realm, he can cultivate spiritual skills, and after having a little self-preservation, he decided to go out and have a look, see the outside world, and experience the current cultivation world firsthand.

And once he joins the Flying Snow Sect, it means bondage and fighting, although he has not experienced these things, but it does not prevent him from hearing of this kind of thing, 10,000 years ago, an elder of the Taixu Sword Sect often pulled Mo Liang to instill in him his so-called "life experience", saying that the more powerful the force, the more intrigued, engage in power disputes, for their own interests often fight openly and secretly, and the head is bloody.

Mo Liang didn't seem to understand it at that time, but he didn't know it, and later he also went to some affiliated sects of the Taixu Sword Sect, and saw some things with his own eyes, and he became more and more in agreement with this elder's words.

So he didn't want to join any sect, and he was a little stubborn in his heart that he only had one sect, and only that was his home, but now that home was gone, so he decided to go alone in the days to come, maybe in the future, when he reached the highest level, he would consider rebuilding the Taixu Sword Sect, so that the Taixu Sword Sect would reappear in its former glory.

"The road is long and difficult, but this life is wonderful enough."

Mo Liang sighed in his heart, but at the same time, he also had to face the most realistic problem, if a monk wanted to cultivate quickly, cultivation resources were indispensable, and now that his cultivation resources had been exhausted, he had to find a way to get more cultivation resources to support his future cultivation.

"If my Thousand Illusions Flowing God is still there, where do I need to think about it so much, who does it matter, if it doesn't like the eyes, I will clean it up directly, where do I need to think about this kind of thing."

Mo Liang was a little regretful, he also carried his weapon with him when he was asleep, but he didn't expect to lose the weapon after waking up, which made Mo Liang's heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

You must know that Mo Liang's original weapon, the Thousand Illusion Flowing God, is a real holy weapon, ranking third on the list of divine weapons, because he wasted a lot of energy at the beginning, used countless genius earth treasures, and finally forged a weapon with a trace of luck, when casting this divine weapon, the resources consumed even a behemoth like the Taixu Sword Sect felt very painful.

The Thousand Illusions, as its name suggests, is not a fixed-shaped weapon, but can be transformed into various types of weapons according to the owner's will, and each form of weapon is equivalent to a holy weapon, in other words, having this weapon is equivalent to owning all weapons, and each one is a holy weapon.

When refining this divine weapon at the beginning, Mo Liang invited the three great masters of the Taixu Sword Sect, and invited six refining masters from the affiliated sects of the Taixu Sword Sect, and the nine of them worked tirelessly, spent countless resources, and finally took two years to finally refine this divine weapon.

When the divine soldiers appeared, five world-destroying thunder punishments descended from the sky, wanting to destroy these divine weapons in the embryonic form, but they didn't expect that after experiencing the five thunder punishments, the Thousand Illusion Flow Gods were unscathed, like a handful of stars shining in the air.

Mo Liang was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly sacrificed his essence blood, so that the divine soldier recognized the master, and named him the Thousand Illusion Stream God, and in the next few years, the Thousand Illusion Stream God turned into starlight and always accompanied Mo Liang's body.

Until the year before the catastrophe, Mo Liang had no choice but to sleep and nourish his body in the jade, and the Thousand Illusion Stream God was also sealed by Mo Liang, and set up a spirit gathering array, sleeping with him, hoping to meet again after the catastrophe.

It's just that people are not as good as heaven, and with the passage of time, the Spirit Gathering Array collapsed, and the Thousand Illusion Gods were nowhere to be found, leaving Mo Liang sleeping in the sarcophagus for 10,000 years, and was finally dug out of the ground.

"But the Thousand Illusion Stream God has long recognized me as the master, even if it is obtained by others, it will not be able to exert its power, and when I become stronger in the future, maybe I can find it back."

Mo Liang muttered to himself in his heart, not dwelling too much on this matter.