Jueyun Mountain, outside the Yuanci Valley.

Luo Chen descended the spirit cloud, hid his figure, and quietly looked at the person sitting cross-legged in the valley.

"That's right!"

"Sure enough, it's Miao Wen!"

Miao Wen, the deacon of the outer gate of the Yuding Sword Sect, the former chief of the daily mundane affairs of the Yuding Sword Pavilion in Dahefang.

In this remote and large market, his realm may not be the highest, but his identity is a unique existence.

Even if Mi Shuhua and Zhou Qing are higher than him, they all deliberately cater to him because of his identity.

Merely.

The man who had been well-groomed and personable back then was unkempt and ragged at the moment, and he couldn't see the demeanor of a generation of Jade Ding Sword Cultivator at all.

A pair of woven gold cloud shoes were in tatters, revealing blackened toes.

The robes embroidered with the sword sect's badge, except for the badge, there were not a few intact strips of cloth on the whole body.

His face was covered in mud, and there were some bloody flesh foams hanging from the corners of his mouth.

With such a appearance, others will only think that he is a wild man.

Who would have thought that he was also a generation of foundation building true cultivators, enjoying the flattery and admiration of tens of thousands of scattered cultivators in Dahefang.

Luo Chen observed carefully, and suddenly said lightly:

"His realm?"

Build a foundation!

And it seems to be going down.

Luo Chen remembered very well that Miao Wen's realm was not a layer.

It was probably in the third layer of the foundation at the beginning, one level lower than Mi Shuhua, but in the original Dahefang, there were also a few strong people.

It stands to reason that if you haven't seen each other for forty years, no matter how bad the other party is, if you don't improve your cultivation too much, you shouldn't go down!

Luo Chen's gaze wandered.

"Is it because I have lived in Yuanci Valley for a long time and have no spiritual power to nourish me?"

"Or ......"

Suddenly, Luo Chen's eyes fell on Miao Wen, who suddenly trembled in the valley.

Visible to the naked eye, wisps of black yin qi like essence were discharged from his body.

With the discharge of yin qi, his cloudy gaze seemed to have a trace of clarity.

But soon, those yin qi were like swallows returning to their nests, and they burrowed into his body again.

Maggots on the tarsal bones are hard to remove!

When the Yin Qi returned, there was a struggle in his eyes.

Luo Chen frowned.

That yin qi is very familiar!

Bai Meiling has a similar yin qi.

But compared to the yin qi that condensed Bai Meiling's body, Miao Wen's body was too much condensed, and it even felt like it was beyond a level.

"The Yin Qi of the Third-Order Ghost King?"

A thought came to Luo Chen's mind.

In a trance, he seemed to see the appearance of the three ghost kings reappearing in Dahefang back then, and the endless yin qi enveloped the inner city.

That fight!

It's tragic!

The monk of the Luoyun Sect destroyed the formation of Fang City and released three ghost kings. The Venerable Jin Dan ordered Hu Ji to use puppetry to control the three ghost kings and besiege and kill Pang Renxiong, the elder of the Sword Sect.

In the first battle, the inner city of Dahefang was beaten to pieces.

even, in the end, a good inner city turned into a ghost.

There are thousands of scattered cultivators in it, and there are very few survivors, only a few monks from the major sects outside the territory have survived under the deliberate protection.

The rest of the people, even the Sword Sect Elder Pang Renxiong and the True Inheritance Luo Tianhong, all fell into it.

Even, Luo Chen once mastered the ghost general derived from Luo Tianhong's remnant soul.

Unexpectedly, Miao Wen survived that battle.

"However, it seems that he is better off living than dead."

Luo Chen shook his head and no longer covered his figure.

After making sure that the other party was not in any danger, he took the initiative to land in the Yuanci Valley.

As soon as he entered it, the aura environment was so thin that it was almost none, which made Luo Chen a little uncomfortable.

But his eyes looked at Miao Wen for the first time because of his arrival, who had become restless, and his face showed cruelty, anger, despair, panic and many other changing expressions.

"Whoop, woo, woo......"

Listening to the voice of unknown meaning coming from the other party's mouth, Luo Chen sighed.

"It's so painful to live, you and I have a grudge against each other in the past, but it makes me embarrassed."

"But the yin qi on your body, I have a lot of use."

"That's it, let me help you get rid of it!"

Seeing that Miao Wen wanted to run.

Luo Chen raised his hand, and a long banner was thrown out of his hand.

"Xiaoling, cloth ecstasy array!"

"Yes, master!"

In the long flag, Bai Meiling's coquettish voice was heard.

Then, the long banner landed, and with it as the center, one black mist after another spread out, enveloping the entire Yuanci Valley.

In the black mist, Luo Chen's wrist shook again.

A tattered bronze mirror floats out.

On the bronze mirror, the aura flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Miao Wen's figure was covered.

Luo Chen's hands began to pinch continuously, and there were words in his mouth, and a pair of spiritual eyes looked at Miao Wen who was at a loss, like a wild beast roaring and screaming.

"The mirror flowers and the moon attract the soul into a dream. Ghosts and gods ask their hearts and discern their own hearts! ”

"Duh!"

With a soft drink, Miao Wen, who was looking at Luo Chen, stiffened.

His body collapsed on his stomach and sat cross-legged on the ground.

And in the ghost and god mirror, there was a sudden sound of a sword, which rang out.

"My generation of sword cultivation, not to stay in foreign objects, should be loyal to a sword!"

……

In a small courtyard, young people were introduced to test the spiritual roots.

After a long time, a faint voice came from the monks in the monastery.

"The three spiritual roots of gold, water and soil, the qualifications are middle and low, and it is not suitable for entry."

The young man knelt down with a puff, his face resolute: "Disciple Miao Wen, I am willing to serve the disciples of the Sword Sect as a miscellaneous servant, and I only want to stay in Jade Emperor Mountain!" ”

"That's it, senior brother, just give him a chance!"

The boy was left behind.

Do that sprinkling and cleaning every day.

In his spare time, he practiced the swordsmanship of the outer sect of the Sword Sect.

In this way, he introduced qi into the body, and entered the wall of the Sword Sect with the realm of the fourth layer of qi refining, and became a disciple of the outer sect.

After becoming an outer disciple, although the chores were still complicated, he still did not give up his cultivation.

Non-stop, practicing swords for decades, and finally participating in the Qi refining period disciple Xiaobi, with a superb swordsmanship and perseverance, was exceptionally promoted to the inner gate by the elders of the inner gate of the Sword Sect.

Entering the inner door should have been a joyful thing.

This means that there is hope for the road!

However, the sudden change in the environment also means that the people we get along with become different.

is no longer the mediocre people who can get by in the outer door, but has become a genius seedling who practices hard and has excellent qualifications and talents.

Against the backdrop of these people, Miao Wen seems more and more insignificant.

The so-called persistence, the so-called hard work, others also have.

He thought that with three times as much effort, he could catch up with those Twin Spirit Roots and Heavenly Spirit Roots.

However, not to mention whether they can catch up or not, those geniuses are also working hard under the ears of the elders of the sect, and their hearts are by no means weaker than him.

In daily practice, blows followed.

Getting older and older, it means that the hope of building a foundation is getting slimmer and slimmer.

When the Sword Sect's sixtieth year all-sect competition arrived, Miao Wen participated in the battle with the body of the ninth layer of qi refining.

But he was defeated one after another under the sword of the geniuses of his generation who got along day and night.

Failure is not terrible.

The terrible thing is that he didn't get the foundation place.

Coupled with the fact that he had passed the best foundation building period, the resources of the Sword Sect would naturally not be tilted towards him.

Once again, he returned to the outer door.

As the outer gate was exceptionally promoted to enter the inner gate, he was originally a legend, an existence that was admired by countless outer disciples, but he rolled back like this, and that pair of eyes made him unbearable.

"There is a real genius in this world, and the so-called genius of hard work does not exist. Because a true genius will also work hard, and only hard work can exchange potential and change from a genius to a generation of strong people. ”

"From the time when the small courtyard tested the spiritual root, I had already lost completely."

On the night he returned to the outer gate, Miao Wen was completely disheartened.

Although after that, he still practiced habitually, but it was just a habit.

His mind is more than kendo.

Rather, it is converted to drilling, clinging, power, and wealth.

After all, the world outside the Jade Ding Sword Sect told him that the way of the sword was actually not the only one.

In this way, when he was eighty years old, he was lucky enough to get a Zhuji Dan that the other party couldn't use.

Luckily, not only this one.

Relying on that Zhuji Dan, he actually built the foundation in one fell swoop at an inappropriate age!

After building the foundation, he became more determined in his thoughts.

Kendo is not the only way, with other methods, you can still achieve the Great Dao!

As a true cultivator of the foundation building, the Sword Sect has other treatments, no matter how old he is, he can also have the status of an inner disciple.

But Miao Wen rejected the identity of the inner disciple and chose to become the deacon of the outer gate who was regarded by others as a cow and a horse.

Subsequently, he began to take over many chores at the outer door.

From the secular affairs of the sect to the business of the nearby market, finally after a long time, he gained the trust of the sect, was sent out to take charge of the Yuding Sword Pavilion alone.

Dahefang is the farthest and most dangerous place in his life experience.

But again, this is also a place he thinks is the most suitable opportunity!

Here, he befriended the garrison monks of the foreign Shangzong estate, encircled the local scattered cultivation forces, and grabbed all kinds of resources and wealth.

Even, at one time, he got several kinds of heaven and earth elixirs that can prolong life.

A six-leaf emperor lotus sent by Mi Shuhua from the Broken Mountain Gang is one of them.

He used these life-prolonging elixirs to open up the upper-level contacts of the sect, so that he could stay in Dahefang for a long time.

Then, the action of grabbing wealth began to increase and increase!

"After I earn enough resources to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, I will return to the sect, and when the time comes, I will choose a second-order high-grade cave mansion to cultivate for a hundred years, and before I reach the end of my life, I can't rush to the Jindan period!"

This is Miao Wen's fantasy.

And he really almost had such a chance to fulfill his dream.

Dan Chenzi, Luo Chen!

An alchemist who rose unexpectedly from casual cultivation.

He represents untold riches!

It's a pity that an unexpected battle ruined everything.

Among the bronze mirrors.

Miao Wen, Luo Tianhong and others, in accordance with Pang Renxiong's instructions, presided over the formation and resisted the three ghost kings.

In the end, the battle was destroyed!

Luo Tianhong died on the spot.

Miao Wen was also seriously injured.

It's just that relying on the familiarity of Dahefang who has been running Dahefang for many years and the inner city, he escaped from the ghost.

But when he fled, the ghost king who was beaten by Pang Renxiong and collapsed entered his body.

was already seriously injured, coupled with the residual consciousness of the ghost king in the yin qi, which made him feel shocked and couldn't help himself.

In a daze, he fled to a place that he subconsciously felt very safe.

Jueyun Mountain, Yuanci Valley.

"As long as I take care of my injuries here, I can go back to the Sword Sect and report the information of Dahefang, and maybe, it will be a great achievement."

However, this time the recuperation is decades.

The injury did not heal, but his own condition was getting worse and worse.

The ghost king who has been suppressed for hundreds of years under Dahefang is so powerful!

The instinctive desire to survive made those remnants of consciousness begin to compete with Miao Wen for the dominance of the body.

Even if there is residual consciousness, it is not something that Miao Wen can stop.

"It's a pity, if I can continue to practice the way of the sword and reach the state of mind of the sword heart in the foundation building period, how can this ghost king consciousness endure me."

"Regret shouldn't have been in the first place......"

In the midst of muttering, Miao Wen's closed eyes shed muddy tears.

A black halo enveloped his soul.

"Mirror flowers, solution!"

Click......

The water mirror is broken, and the flower moon is gone.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

There is no callus brought by sword practice, and it has been pampered for many years, even if it has been chaotic for forty years, but the cultivation of the foundation building period still keeps it filthy, and its original white skin is tender.

He raised his head and looked at the tall man standing in front of him with a bronze mirror in his hand.

There was a little unfamiliar temperament, but there was a little familiar face, and it couldn't be confirmed for a while.

"Are you...... Luo ......"

"Deacon Miao, I haven't seen you for a long time, Luo Chen is polite here."

Luo Chen glanced at the Ghost God Asking Heart Mirror with three more cracks, put it into the Thunder Treasure Ring, and then saluted the extremely weak Miao Wen.

Miao Wen opened his mouth, and he was so weak that he couldn't release his spiritual sense to check Luo Chen's realm.

But the feeling that the other party seems to be able to kill him with a finger cannot be faked.

He smiled bitterly and suddenly asked, "What time is it?" ”

"Three thousand four hundred and forty-nine years in the history of mountains and seas." Luo Chen replied.

Miao Wen was stunned, and his body shook.

"Forty years have passed......

In his muttering, he raised his head and looked at Luo Chen again, and stopped talking in his mouth.

As if he knew what he wanted to ask, Luo Chen said unhurriedly: "In that battle, Pang Renxiong died, and Dahefang became a ghost town. But he didn't die completely, but threw himself into the ghost path and turned into a third-order ghost king. ”

"I knew that Elder Pang didn't die so easily, he had already cultivated the realm of sword heart when he built the foundation, even if he died, he could still change his cultivation to the ghost path."

"Kenshin Tongming?" Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, he was also in the ghost and god inquiry mirror just now, and learned this statement through the experience of the other party's manifestation.

Miao Wen nodded, avoided the topic, and asked about other things.

Luo Chen also had nothing to do, and picked up some of the major events that had happened in the Yuding Domain over the years and told him.

For example, Han Zhan, the Supreme Elder of the Luoyun Sect, was promoted to Yuanying Zhenren, setting off a war in the Shangzong and so on.

Listening to these things, Miao Wen's eyes showed a complicated color.

There seems to be some longing, but also a little dreadful.

But in the end, it was calm.

"I'm not friendly with you."

"Back then, I used tortured words to glimpse the most despicable side of your heart. Now, with the treasure of your conscience, you let me find my true self. ”

"Repaying grievances with virtue like this is not your Luo Chen's character."

"Plus you confess these things...... Come to think of it, I'm dead. ”

Luo Chen pursed his lips and stared at the other party seriously.

After a moment, he smiled.

"As you can imagine, yes."

This is a frank admission that he has the intention to kill him.

If it had been before, Miao Wen might have humbly begged for mercy.

But after forty years of life worse than death, he was now able to regain full consciousness, but he had already seen it.

"Actually, if you can't kill me, with my current state of soul, I don't have two years to live. The ghost king's remnant soul is gone, how can it be so easy. ”

He smiled and said to Luo Chen: "Since you didn't kill me directly, you still went to great lengths to wake me up, I think I have what you need!" ”

Luo Chen nodded.

There was no temptation to twist and turn.

"I need that incomparably pure yin qi in you!"

"The Ghost King's Origin Yin Qi?"

Miao Wen was stunned.

Then, his eyes saw the timid girl flying in the black fog nearby.

Although the body is extremely solid, it looks like an ordinary monk.

But with that strong yin ghost aura, with Miao Wen's knowledge, he can still identify the other party's situation.

"For her?"

"Hmm."

"If this woman gets this Ghost King Origin Yin Qi in my body, from now on, it will be a smooth road to the third-order Ghost King Realm."

"She was also a loose monk who died in the city of Dakoi that year."

Miao Wen was stunned, and then shook his head with emotion.

"That's it, what to do, you say, I will fully cooperate with you."

"It's very simple, it's just a combination of inside and outside!"

Luo Chen will take the method of yin qi and give Miao Wen a detailed way.

In fact, with his means, whether it is Dacheng's cleansing technique or the deterrent technique, he has a certain degree of certainty to take out the yin qi in the Miao style.

But that yin qi is too high-grade.

If one is not well controlled, he may run away.

In addition, there is still a residual ghost king consciousness inside, if Bai Meiling accidentally absorbs it, I am afraid of an accident.

Therefore, he needs Miao Wen to cooperate with him and take the initiative to smash the ghost king consciousness inside.

In this way, Bai Meiling can absorb the third-order ghost king's origin yin qi with peace of mind!

Miao Wen has been fighting with this consciousness for decades, and naturally knows how to deal with him.

Soon!

With the cooperation of the two, wisps of yin qi were extracted from Miao Wen's body and flew towards Bai Meiling, who was sitting cross-legged under the soul raising banner nearby.

A day flies by in a flash.

Between heaven and earth, there is already a dark night.

That is, in Yuanci Valley, there are no beasts and monsters to disturb, otherwise it is still very dangerous to sleep in the wild with such a big face.

Finally.

When the sky was about to dawn, Miao Wen's body trembled.

The Yin Qi of the Ghost King, which had been entrenched in his body for many years, was completely uprooted.

And Bai Meiling also seemed to be drunk, shook her head and muttered to Luo Chen twice, and then got into the soul raising flag.

Looking at Luo Chen's collection of flags, Miao Wen, who was extremely weak at the moment, had some disbelief in his eyes.

In this day and night of cooperation in the uprooting of yin qi, he glimpsed Luo Chen's true realm.

"You're in the late stages of foundation?"

Luo Chen didn't hide it, and said calmly: "Building the eighth layer of the foundation, and it will take ten years of water grinding work at most to build the ninth layer of the foundation." ”

Miao Wen opened his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After building the ninth layer of the foundation, wouldn't it be to impact the realm of perfection and then tie the pill.

This is something that I have imagined in my life.

Luo Chen was about to do it so quickly?

He's still so young!

What kind of shit luck did he take......

However, when Miao Wen saw Luo Chen tied behind his back, the gray and white hair, he pursed his lips.

Luo Chen's qualifications, he knows.

The genus of the five spiritual roots is ten times and a hundred times worse than himself.

Luo Chen's background, he also knows, can be called helpless in the world of cultivating immortals.

In such a situation, Luo Chen can come this far at this age...... Thinking of the many major events in the Yuding Domain that the other party casually said before, although his words were plain, but every single one, he seemed to be on the scene.

Finally, Miao Wen understood.

There's no such thing as good luck.

It's just that the other party has gone through a lot of difficulties and has accumulated little by little to get to the present.

There is morning mist that envelops the Yuanci Valley.

The slight coolness made the old man feel the cold.

Perhaps, it is not the slight coolness of the morning dew, but Luo Chen's slowly projected gaze with murderous intent!

Miao Wen opened his mouth and said slowly, "Can you wait a little longer?" ”

Luo Chen frowned, "One moment earlier, one moment later, what's the difference?" ”

Miao Wen looked at his filthy body, and then looked up at the bright and dark sky.

It's as if you're back to the boy who was sweeping the fallen leaves and dust on the mountain trail with a broom before dawn.

"If I go down like this, I will be seen by my senior brothers, and I am afraid that I will laugh at me again."

Luo Chen was stunned.

……

On the top of the Mighty Cloud Mountain.

The white clouds are ethereal, and the breeze is gentle.

At the bottom of the mountain is the roar of beasts, and the pine waves are bursting.

In the distance, the Lancang River rushes endlessly, seemingly unchanged for thousands of years.

A red sun, like an egg yolk, jumped out of the clouds and slowly rose into the sky.

Miao Wen, who was refreshed, tied up his long hair and took care of his beard, put his dry but clean hands on his knees, and he looked at the sunrise seriously.

At that time, it was completely revealed, and the corners of his mouth hung a touch of curvature.

Then his eyes gradually lost their brightness, and finally he slowly lowered his head.

Luo Chen stood beside him, holding a piece of jade slip in his right hand, holding the storage bag that the other party had taken the initiative to unlock the spiritual sense ban before he died, and watched this scene silently.

After a long time.

A wisp of green flame fell on the old man's body, and finally turned into a cloud of ashes.

The big sleeves rolled up, rolled up the ashes, and Luo Chen jumped up.

When passing by the Lancang River, he opened his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, go all the way!"

(End of chapter)