Genichi Palace.

The palace is magnificent and majestic, there is a mysterious light overflowing, and the cranes are flying, which is extremely extraordinary.

In the main hall of the Immortal Palace, Mu Changge, who was dressed in white hair, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body was straight, and the aura exuded was extremely thick, and under the shock of mana, a wisp of pure yang sword intent descended, making the entire hall tremble slightly.

After a while, the maid Lu'er walked into the palace, bowed slightly and then spoke: "Returning to Gongzi, Song Zhishu has already left the Sword Sect." ”33

"Yes,"

Mu Changge just nodded when he heard this, and he didn't even open his eyes.

It seems that he doesn't care about Song Zhishu's departure or stay.

This made Miss Lu'er full of doubts, and she couldn't help it, so she said respectfully at the moment: "Childe, this time Song Zhishu challenged your majesty Childe, and almost destroyed the reform of the sect, leading the sect leader to come back to take charge of the sect, do you let him leave so easily?" ”

She was angry with Song Zhishu in her heart, thinking that a mere miscellaneous servant almost ruined Gongzi's plan, and the crime should be punished.

But now Childe doesn't seem to take it to heart, of course Miss Lu'er doesn't understand and wants to ask.

"And what do you think?"

Mu Changge opened his eyes, and his tone was still so flat.

"Now that Song Zhishu has broken away from the Sword Sect and has no one to rely on, the slave thinks that he can do something, if he dies outside in an accident, it won't be able to implicate us."

The green girl spoke, a wisp of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, if it weren't for Gu Yun Daru guarding her last time.

He had already killed Song Zhishu, would he still keep this person to leave the Sword Sect safely?

"Song Zhishu had an accident not long after he left, and the news came to the Sword Sect, and everyone would know what happened."

Mu Changge shook his head and continued: "Besides, the master of the sect said that even if Song Zhishu leaves, he will still be a member of the Sword Sect, is it just to stay?" The words of the master are actually said to me. ”

But Song Zhishu ......, "Miss Lu'er still wants to say something more."

"Song Zhishu did what he shouldn't have done, but from his point of view, he was not wrong, and the head of the sect did not completely prevent the continuation of the reform, there is no need to hold on to it all the time, just let him go, you can also put this matter down for the time being."

But Mu Changge stopped slightly, and his tone was calm: "By the way, how is the matter in Jinzhou arranged?" ”

He didn't take Song Zhishu to heart completely, because from another angle, what the other party did was indeed right.

And all the time.

Mu Changge never thought of targeting Song Zhishu.

What I did was just to continue to implement the sect reform.

Now that the head of the sect has begun to intervene, he naturally will not attribute everything to Song Zhishu.

So instead of thinking, I ask another unrelated question.

"Yes, slave maid understands."

When the green girl heard this, she nodded slightly, and when she heard Mu Changge asking about Jinzhou, she immediately spoke: "Hui Gongzi, the news is generally clear, it is a group of demon beasts making trouble, and it should be wiped out soon, and it won't be able to make much trouble." ”

"The head coach personally ordered me to pay attention, and I can't take it lightly."

Mu Changge thought for a moment, and then said, "You go and tell Bai Haochen and let him pay attention at all times." ”

"Childe, let Bai Haochen go?"

Miss Lu'er frowned, and couldn't help but say: "In this Bai Qiuyu incident, Bai Haochen did not follow your orders, and hesitated to attack Song Zhishu, son, the slave maid thinks that Bai Haochen is no longer trustworthy." ”

She gave Bai Haochen many orders at that time, but the other party kept his hand and even ignored it in the end.

You must know that he obeyed the son's explanation, but Bai Haochen actually dared not listen.

What the reason is, Lu'er doesn't know.

What may be certain is that Bai Haochen is now different from before.

"Bai Haochen is not hesitant about Song Zhishu, but hesitant about Mr. Gu Yun and Confucianism."

Mu Changge smiled, his tone was flat, Zhizhu was in his hand, and he seemed to know everything clearly: "Just do what I say, how about Bai Haochen, I have my own ideas, go ahead." ”

"Yes, Childe."

Seeing that Gongzi didn't care about Bai Haochen, Miss Lu'er knew that Gongzi had already made a plan, so she let him go.

Immediately, she bowed slightly, and then slowly withdrew from the Xuanyi Palace.

Only Mu Changge was left in the Heavenly Palace.

Instead of continuing to meditate and cultivate, he looked outward, his gaze seemed to pass through the inner peak, straight to the outside of Mingyue City, his eyes revealed the meaning of thought, and finally gently spit out a name: "Song Zhishu." ”

After finishing speaking, Mu Changge withdrew his gaze, then closed his eyes, and the aura revealed around his body became thicker.

Meanwhile.

Song Zhishu sat on the sword fetus of the saint, shuttling among the clouds, his robe hunting in the wind.

At this moment, the mana surged in his body, blocking the wind out, but his eyes did not look straight ahead, but looked at a map in his hand.

This was prepared by Song Zhishu before leaving, and it recorded the directions and circumstances of each place.

However, there are some places that are rarely visited, so they are not very detailed.

But it's completely enough for me now.

"The world of cultivating immortals is vast and vast, divided into five continents and seven domains, the location of the Taihao Sword Sect is the eastern border of Zhongzhou, the eastern territory is vast, the east and west span hundreds of thousands of miles, mortals can not set foot in the event of a lifetime, only those who cultivate immortals, riding the wind and the sword, can appreciate this great mountains and rivers."

Looking at the map in his hand, Song Zhishu couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this world was too big, although he had been in the Taihao Sword Sect before, he had basically never left, and he knew very little about the outside world, and this was also the reason why he had to travel thousands of miles.

Of course, the so-called traveling 10,000 miles does not really mean going to 10,000 miles.

For example, with Song Zhishu's current speed, this 10,000 li won't take long at all.

The key is whether you can feel something along the way.

Song Zhishu had already thought about it.

As Mr. Wen Yuan said, go with your heart and don't set clear goals.

"Taihao Sword Sect is located in the eastern border of Zhongzhou, but the eastern territory is also vast, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles from east to west, I can't finish it all, first, the mana can't support it, and the second is that the saint sword fetus is still a low-grade magic weapon flying sword, and the speed is limited, so I must find a place to rest, and then find a way to improve the quality of the saint's sword fetus."

Song Zhishu said to himself, he already had a preliminary idea in his mind, to travel thousands of miles, the most important thing is to fly the sword.

The Sage Sword Fetus can grow indefinitely, and only needs to be fed iron ore materials or other flying swords.

Then supplemented by Haoran righteousness, improve quality.

Therefore, Song Zhishu's idea was very simple, first find a place to buy iron ore materials and other things to help the saint sword fetus grow, so that it can not only speed up the speed, but also increase the power, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

As for why the Taihao Sword Sect was no longer conducted, the reason was also very simple.

I am different now from before, I am being watched up and down, and my every move will be noticed.

The sage sword fetus is very important, if people find out, maybe the same thing as Bai Qiuyu snatching the sword will happen again.

Although the Sword Sect is beginning to improve now, but as the so-called profit and wisdom are faint, no one can keep their sanity in front of a treasure, Song Zhishu knew this, so he thought about leaving.

It's just that where to go now makes him unable to find a direction for a while.

So I chose to continue looking at the map.

Soon, a place appeared in Song Zhishu's target.

"Qingzhou, located in the north of the eastern border, 12,000 miles away from the Taihao Sword Sect, is named after the Qingyun Mountain Range, because there are many demon beasts in the Qingyun Mountain Range, and there are various vein mines and elixirs, so every year there will be many monks entering Qingzhou to venture and trade with each other."

Looking at the record of Qingzhou on the map, Song Zhishu immediately determined the direction: "Okay, then the first stop is Qingzhou." ”

After making up his mind, Song Zhishu put away the map, then stood up and injected mana into the sage sword fetus.

Shout!

In the next moment, the speed of the saint's sword fetus increased significantly.

Song Zhishu directly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the clouds.

He controls the sword fetus of the saint, even if he does not fly with all his strength, he can travel two or three thousand miles a day, so it does not take many days to reach the destination, so sometimes he stops and goes, and when he encounters demon beasts, he also kills them casually, but most of them are very weak and have not obtained Haoran righteousness.

And so it was, three days later.

Qingzhou.

It was an ancient city that covered a vast area where mortals and monks lived together.

The city wall is tall, there are more than 20 zhang high by sight, such as a boulder creeping on the earth, majestic and abnormal, the city wall is blue-gray, the traces of the years, there are three different city gates.

One is in the center and the tallest, and the two small gates are on the left and right.

People come and go at the city gates on the left and right, and horse farms drive in, and there are merchants and hawkers, all of whom are mortals without exception.

And at the gate of the tallest city, there are streamers falling from the sky dome from time to time, and then they choose to walk into it, all of them are monks.

Obviously, in this city, although there are mortals and monks, the three gates represent two different classes, and they are distinct.

However, this city is also the same as the nine cities of Taihao Sword Sect, there are strong people in the town, and there are more city protection formations to guard, but all monks who come and go are not allowed to walk with swords in the city, otherwise the light ones will be expelled from the city, and the heavy ones will be directly punished.

At the gate of the city, Song Zhishu fell, put away the sage sword fetus, and walked towards the city.

He was dressed in plain clothes and looked very low-key, and when he entered the city, he looked around.

In front of him was a wide street, with tall houses on both sides, rising and falling, and below there were vendors setting up their stalls, and a cacophony of voices kept pouring into my ears.

"The high-grade Qi Condensing Pill is of excellent quality, and it is sold at a cheap price."

"The hundred-year-old demon fangs in the Qingyun Mountain Range, the best material for refining flying swords, this is the only one, first come, first served."

"Fire Spirit Iron Crystal, weighing three catties, can be used for the cultivation of fire attribute spirit roots, and can also be embedded in the flying sword to increase the power, the price is 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones."

One after another, all the things used by the monks, everything they wanted, and the price was very cheap.

Even Song Zhishu was thrilled after hearing it, but he was not a monk who had just entered the cultivation, and he knew that some things were basically defective, and some were simply fake, not to mention that he knew very well about the price of a penny.

This is because the merchant monks who set up stalls in this kind of street market are basically one-time business, and basically have no credibility.

So he walked straight past the vendors and walked straight ahead

"There are no special requirements for the iron ore materials needed for the growth of the saint sword fetus, and they are similar to the materials for ordinary refining flying swords, but this kind of thing can't be bought indiscriminately, and I may have a lot of money, so I have to find a trustworthy place."

Song Zhishu was thinking about it while looking for a target.

About half an hour later, he found a pavilion in the distance, and after seeing the plaque clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked forward quickly.

Not long after, Song Zhishu came to the front, this pavilion has a total of nine floors, the shape is simple and exquisite, the whole body is black, made of extremely cherished wood, standing on the main street, occupying a great position, the door in and out are monks, and the dragon flying and phoenix dance on the plaque are written with three big characters: Wanshi Pavilion.

"Wanshi Pavilion, it is rumored that it was founded by an extremely powerful monk, with a deep background, not weaker than the three major sword sects, and the business involves pills, talismans, magic weapons, etc., all over the Middle Continent and the Wasteland, with a history of tens of thousands of years, it is said that as long as there are enough spirit stones, you can buy almost anything you can buy in the Wanshi Pavilion."

Song Zhishu was a little emotional, as early as when he was in the Taihao Sword Sect, he had heard of the name of Wanshi Pavilion, but he had never had the opportunity to see it.

And when I came to Qingzhou, I also knew that there was a Wanshi Pavilion here.

Without hesitation, Song Zhishu walked straight into it.

After entering the Mansekaku.

The first floor is an extremely spacious lobby, decorated with antique decoration, which makes people feel extremely comfortable, surrounded by a variety of counters, each counter sells different things, there are elixirs, magic weapons, can be described as a dazzling variety.

And next to these counters, there are groups of monks, looking for what they need.

"I've seen the immortals, what do you need to come to the Wanshi Pavilion? The slave family is the steward of the Wanshi Pavilion, if you have any needs, you can ask the slave family directly. ”

Soon, a woman in a long blue dress walked forward, her tone was soft, with a smile on her face, the woman was also a monk, but her realm was not high, she was probably practicing qi at the second or third level.

The woman looked at Song Zhishu, looked at it quietly, and found that he had a strong legal strength, a long breath, and an extraordinary temperament, and immediately judged that Song Zhishu was not an ordinary casual cultivator.

And the more people like this, the bigger the shot, and the more rich the smile in the eyes.

"I want to buy some materials for refining flying swords, of course, if there is a cheap low-grade magic weapon flying sword, it will also do."

Song Zhishu spoke up, the main purpose of this trip is to improve the quality of the saint's sword fetus, whether it is materials or flying swords, but he doesn't know how much is needed, so he has to understand first.

"Okay, Shangxian here, please."

The woman in the blue dress nodded when she heard this, turned sideways slightly, made a gesture of please, and then led Song Zhishu to the southeast side.

There is also a counter here.

And at the back of the counter, all of them are all kinds of iron ore materials for refining flying swords, and at a cursory glance, there are at least thousands of them.

This is just a separate material, not including elixirs, talismans, and so on.

Wanshi Pavilion really lives up to its name.

"I don't know what materials the immortals need? There is a roster here, followed by a price, which is available for Shangxian to choose from. After speaking, the woman smiled with her eyebrows, presented a jade slip with both hands, and handed it to both hands.

Song Zhishu nodded and took it, then swept it with the Yuan Shen, and immediately understood the names and prices of various iron ore materials.

There are many materials for refining flying swords, and because of the different qualities, the price is also different.

Of course, those recorded in the jade slips are more common.

As for the price, it is similar to what Song Zhishu knew in the Taihao Sword Sect, and the average is around a hundred spirit stones.

"The saint sword tire does not need specific iron ore materials to upgrade the grade, especially from the lower grade to the middle grade, the common ones are fine, but if you continue to improve, you will definitely need higher quality materials, I now have 60,000 lower grade spirit stones on my body, at the average price, if I spend them all, I should be able to buy about six hundred, I don't know if it is enough."

Song Zhishu calculated in his heart, the most important thing now is to know how much it takes for the saint sword fetus to improve the quality once, in line with the principle that there will be more than he can, and it will not be wasted anyway, he probably had an idea in his heart, so he spoke directly: "I want five hundred copies of Burning Sun Iron." ”

"Okay, Shangxian, wait a minute."

When the blue-dressed friar's eyes lit up slightly when she heard this, she quickly nodded, and her tone became more enthusiastic, and she immediately went to prepare.

50,000 lower-grade spirit stones, which ordinary monks can't take out at all, not to mention that as a receptionist, the woman can also get some commission from it, and she is naturally happy in her heart.

Half an hour later, the blue-dressed friar turned back, holding a jade plate with a storage bag on it.

"Shangxian, all the things you want are inside, please count them."

Hearing this, Song Zhishu reached out of the Yuan Shen, and after confirming that the number was correct, he took out 50,000 lower-grade spirit stones.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides handed over the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.

"If there is a need in the future, if you come to Wanshi Pavilion, you can find a slave family, and the slave family is called Blue Clothes." Seeing that the deal was reached, the woman bowed slightly, smiled brightly, and spoke softly, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"Okay."

Four hundred copies of Sun Iron are in hand.

Song Zhishu nodded and said, and after returning the salute slightly, he walked out of the Wanshi Pavilion directly.

Qingzhou Castle is very large, and it is difficult to walk only if you don't have Edgeworth.

After leaving Wanshi Pavilion, Song Zhishu wandered around the city for a while, and found that the atmosphere here was indeed different from Mingyue City, and it was easy to see monks arguing and even fighting on the road, and it took a while for the patrols in the city to stop it.

Of course, there were strong men in the city, and the monks fought with each other until the point, and they didn't dare to really kill people in the street.

The so-called no rules are not a circle, and there will be order and rules everywhere.

It's just that compared to the Nine Cities of Taihao Sword Sect, this place is relatively relaxed.

Time passed, and the sun went down.

After Song Zhishu had a general understanding of the situation in the city, he went to find a restaurant called Yunlingzhai.

The reason why this place was chosen is because each room has a small spirit gathering array, which can be used for cultivation, and it is also effective for building the foundation realm, and the privacy is also quite good, but the price is relatively expensive, and it costs sixty spirit stones a day.

Because he wanted to improve the saint's sword fetus, he directly paid the rent for several days, and spent hundreds of spirit stones, which was much more expensive than living in Mingyue City for a month.

Fortunately, Song Zhishu had the means to earn spirit stones, which were not too much for him.

Late at night, the moon and stars are scarce.

In a room on the second floor of Yunlingzhai.

Song Zhishu sat on the bed, and the aura of heaven and earth continued to pour into his body.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a glint of essence.

Cultivation is like this, one day is wasted, and then retreat.

This is especially true when it comes to the foundation building realm.

And after the pranayama was completed, Song Zhishu got up and took out the sage sword fetus and the iron ore purchased in Wanshi Pavilion today.

However, he was not in a hurry to improve, but took a deep breath and began to flip through the few books that Mr. Wen Yuan had given him before leaving.

Finally, from the storage bag, I took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it on the table, and lit a green lantern.

It's been a long time.

Song Zhishu picked up the brush on the table, dyed it with bits and pieces of ink, and wrote two big characters on the snow-white rice paper: moderation.

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