The approach of the Sword Club in the Cocoon made more than 300 affiliated sword sects begin to fight openly and secretly around the entrance ceremony of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Even the mundane towns in remote areas have been affected.

Naturally, this includes Qingzhen.

Qingzhen is famous for its tea and wine specialty, and is located at the junction of official roads extending in all directions, and there used to be a large number of caravans passing through every day.

But later, because of the disaster caused by the Wusheng Sect, Qingzhen has long ceased to be lively.

It is said that overnight, hundreds of thousands of mortals disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a creepy empty city, which led to the migration of people from the surrounding areas into the city in the past hundred years.

The Sword Tongue Sect also deliberately downplayed the impact of Qingzhen, thereby exacerbating Qingzhen's downfall.

Look up.

The city of Qingzhen looks very old, cold and damp and moss-filled, and the air is filled with the smell of decay.

The people live on the Green River in the middle of the town, and every few days, a few merchant ships stop for repairs.

However, the merchants all thought that Qingzhen was unlucky, and almost did not stay overnight.

The wax moon has just arrived.

Silver frost has spread all over the eaves, and the smell of grain stew fills the green town.

Perhaps to outsiders, Qingzhen is a ghost town to avoid, but from another angle, the isolated town is like a paradise, and there is no mundane strife.

The market composed of neighbors in the street gathers the people of Qingzhen early in the morning.

Although Qingzhen is sparsely populated, Layue reveals the fireworks of the New Year everywhere, but there are some familiar faces in the market.

In the old city, dense moss crawls over the walls, and sporadic passers-by walk through the streets, busy working for their livelihoods.

Children chase each other and play each other, so that there is a world of people.

Yuan Chun, the old catcher, squatted on the joint in greasy old clothes, helping the people to sharpen their knives, and humming the new song in the wax moon in his mouth.

"Twenty-three, sugar melon sticky, twenty-four, sweep the house, twenty-five, grind tofu, twenty-six, cut the meat of the year, twenty-seven, kill the chicken of the year......"

There was a lot of applause around him, and Yuan Chun couldn't help but show a little self-satisfaction.

At this moment, a young catcher came running quickly, panting and shouting: "Yuan catcher, come to the immortals, there are two immortals!" ”

Yuan Chun came to an abrupt end, and the people also looked at each other.

Since the misfortune of the Wusheng Sect, the Sword Tongue Sect has canceled all the places in the Qingzhen Township Examination, and no immortals have come since then.

Now that the sudden appearance of the immortals made Yuan Chun couldn't help but worry.

"Yuan Zhutou, are you going to resume the township test? Tell me if my little boy can catch up with the fairy fate, in case he enters the Sword Tongue Sect......"

The people talked a lot, only the old man who was two or three hundred years old had a complicated expression, and mortals only knew that the township test could enter the fairy gate, but they didn't know how many people would die in the process of the township test.

"Hey, I'll take a look."

Yuan Chun walked to the end of the street in a little panic, and felt that it was inappropriate, so he took off his greasy coat and shivered in thin clothes.

Qingzhen hadn't seen an immortal for hundreds of years, and it was unknown what it portended.

However, two streets away, Yuan Chun broke out in a cold sweat, and the cold wind penetrated into his flesh and bones like a sharp blade.

He rubbed his pale pupils.

I saw that at the gate of the city, there were two sword cultivators, a man and a woman, who looked to be in their early thirties, and were characterized by a long blue and white tongue hanging down to their chests.

The cultivation of the two of them is in the Dan stage, and it is not much different from the infant crying stage.

"The villain Qingzhen catches quickly, and I have seen two immortal chiefs."

"Minglin, my junior sister Mingxue."

Ming Lin said with a cold face, sweeping the bustling market in the distance, as if he remembered the market in his hometown, and his expression slowed down slightly.

"Let's come to find Elder Taiji, you can introduce us."

"It's too much... Elder? ”

Yuan Chun repeated it twice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead again, and he replied cautiously: "The villain has never heard of the name of Elder Taiji. ”

"There are no outsiders in Qingzhen all year round, is it that the immortal chief is in the wrong place?"

"Bold." Ming Xue's eyes flashed with the long-suppressed killing intent, and the blue and white long tongue showed signs of falling off, and the sword qi was secretly accumulating.

Yuan Chun was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Senior sister."

Seeing Mingxue staring at Yuan Chun, Ming Lin raised his voice and said again: "Senior sister, remember not to Meng Lang when you go out!" ”

"Senior sister knows her mistake."

Mingxue lowered her head, her chest rising and falling violently.

Minglin wanted to scold a few words, but when he saw Mingxue's appearance, he didn't say much.

They all know how dangerous the sword in the cocoon will be, even if they are the best of their generation in the Sword Tongue Sect, but there is a high probability that they will die.

The Sword Tongue Sect has weakened to a small sect, and the requirements of the Heavenly Sword Sect are not high.

Therefore, there are only sixty-one people participating in the Cocoon Sword Society, fifty people in the weak crown stage, ten people in the Dan stage, plus one in the Yuan infant stage.

As a result, it only took long for seven people to fall into mental madness, including the Yuan infancy.

Ordinary disciples are easy to replenish, but the vacancies in the Yuan Infant Stage are not easy to find, and the Sword Tongue Sect Master only thought of the Taiji Elder who was sitting in Qingzhen.

Minglin placed the rest of the senior brothers outside the city, and he and Mingxue came together to invite the elders.

Four hundred years ago, when he first came into contact with Elder Taiji, he had the impression that he was silent, and after the Natal Flying Sword was broken, it became a little strange.

"If you think about it carefully, the old Taoist priest in Qingzhen two or three hundred years ago was emaciated, his hair was gray, and he looked unkempt."

"Old Taoist ......"

Yuan Chun pondered carefully, and said hesitantly: "There is indeed a nameless old Tao who rarely has contact with others on weekdays. ”

"Take me there at once."

Ming Lin breathed a sigh of relief, if he couldn't find Elder Taiji, he wouldn't be able to explain to the Sword Tongue Sect at all, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel afraid.

Could the mind of the aetheric elder have gone mad after hundreds of years in a mundane town where the aura is thin?

Ming Xue said softly: "Senior brother, the Sword Tongue Sect sent Elder Taiji to Qingzhen, but it was only when the Sword Club in the Cocoon remembered ......"

"Woe comes from the mouth."

"Although Elder Taiji has only asked about the sect, it is not something that you and I can discuss behind our backs."

Minglin said solemnly: "This time I went to the Heavenly Sword Gate, I still have to rely on the protection of my predecessors, otherwise how can I travel thousands of miles." ”

"Yes."

Elder Taiji's reputation in the Sword Tongue Sect is average, the natal flying sword is damaged, and the swordsmanship talent is ordinary, but the Yuan Infant Stage is the Yuan Infant Stage after all.

Without the Yuan Infant Period, they would definitely not be able to reach the Heavenly Sword Gate within the time limit.

Yuan Chun snorted hot air into his palm.

The more he listened, the more confused he became, if the nameless old Taoist was really an immortal, why did he have to set up a fortune telling stall to make a living, and he wouldn't be a disciple, right?

Yuan Chun walked and stopped, and forced his body to come to the tributary of the Green River.

Sure enough.

In the dilapidated pavilion next to the riverbank, there is a figure dressed in a robe, who is using a green bamboo fishing rod to test the fresh fish in the water.

Ming Xue frowned and looked at Ming Lin, who nodded in confirmation for a long time.

Minglin couldn't help but be confused, the appearance of the old Taoist priest in front of him was the same as in his memory, but he revealed the breath of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Could it be that sitting in Qingzhen for hundreds of years has made Elder Taiji's state of mind transparent?

"Dao Chief! Michichi!! ”

Yuan Chun called a few times, and Minglin hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop them, signaling them to wait for a while.

Lao Dao didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and was still immersed in fishing, Ming Xue looked carefully, but saw that the fishing rod didn't even have bait.

However, the swimming fish seemed to be attracted by something, and gathered around the riverbank.

Mingxue secretly slandered herself: "It's really a weirdo." ”

For more than half an hour, Lao Dao didn't make any moves, Minglin and the two of them had spiritual power to protect their bodies, and Yuan Chun was trembling.

"It's done!"

Lao Dao took back the fishing rod and stroked the shaft made of green bamboo with a smile, but Minglin and the two never saw a fish bite the hook.

Immediately, the two of them couldn't react, and Lao Dao had already appeared within half a meter.

"Yuan Tou, you are dressed in thin clothes on a snowy day, do you dislike your life too hard?"

Li Mo patted Yuan Chun's shoulder, and the latter only felt that the warm sun was shrouded inside and out, the chill dissipated, and the heat rose from the top of his head.

"Dao Chief, it turns out that you are an immortal, no wonder, no wonder......"

Li Mo smiled, ignoring Minglin and the others at all, still looking at the fishing rod, only he could detect the subtlety.

In the two or three hundred years he was in Qingzhen, he put his mind on the magic weapon of warmth.

After all, the cultivation of the four-yuan infant is already inaccessible, and it is difficult to find the foundation spiritual object of the multiplication, so it can only start from the Heavenly Sword Gate.

Li Mo is not without gains.

Sixty-two spiritual lines of cancer; Fifty-three spiritual patterns in the corpse mountain; Forty spirit patterns on the white bone treasure body; Eighty-nine spirit patterns of spirit root worms.

The power of the rest of the magic weapons has not been significantly improved, and only the spirit root worm has been reborn.

The 400,000 inhabitants of the small world of Corpse Mountain have all parasitized the phantom root, and the Yadao Palace covers the entire Mud Pill Palace, thus making the illusion so real that it is imperceptible to the naked eye.

What surprised Li Mo the most was that as the Spirit Root Worm got closer and closer to the top-grade magic weapon, it could actually form a real illusion in the outside world.

It's just that you need to attach to the Phantom Root.

Seeing this, Li Mo has been trying to integrate the phantom spirit root into the magic weapon, but it just so happens that the magic weapon catalogue bred by the refining magic power is not very satisfied, so he simply created the phantom spirit root magic weapon by himself, and there was just progress last year.

The embryo of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, the [Phantom Fish Sword] shaped like a fishing rod, is the result.

The Phantom Fish Sword can use illusions to imitate the characteristics of the flying sword, so that the sword intent can exert the power of [False Buddha].

After completing the hundred refinements, the Phantom Fish Sword has reached a three-percent increase, which should not be a big problem.

Spiritual root worms, real and false.

Of course, Li Mo was not only fishing to test the Phantom Fish Sword, but also using the Puzhao Sword Intent to take a small-scale conversion to the fish in the river.

I have to say that Yu Xian is too suitable for practicing the sword intent.

Li Mo had just completed his refuge, but as a result, Yu Xian's memory lasted for seven seconds and then he forgot about it.

As long as the sword intent is illuminated in an appropriate amount, without changing the body structure of Yu Xian, and only affecting the spiritual intelligence, you can repeat the refuge infinitely.

Minglin cautiously asked: "Elder Taiji, there are still thirteen years before the Sword Society in the Cocoon, and the real person in charge means ......."

"I see, let's go."

"Huh?"

Minglin and the others didn't expect Li Mo to agree so easily.

"Ahh

Li Mo devoted himself to fishing, and only remembered the matter of the Sword Club in the Cocoon not long ago, and the number of places to participate was almost occupied by a certain unlucky person, but fortunately, the Sword Tongue Sect was all two or five boys of the Wusheng Sect.

He turned to Yuan Chun and said, "Yuan Tou, I will leave Qingzhen in the future, and the broken fishing rod that I gave you a few days ago will be put away." ”

"Dao Chief, you ......"

Li Mo laughed freely, wearing clothes and fishing gear, how could he look like an immortal.

"Leaning on the sword and singing a glass of wine, the north of Qingzhen enters Xianzhou.

(End of chapter)