The old medicine king didn't dare to let the outside world know that he wanted to take Wen Zheming, and he treated Wen Zheming very well, and gave Wen Zheming a mountain in the Medicine King Valley whose spiritual power was second only to the main peak, and he disposed of it at will.

Wen Zheming placed the three of Sheng Xi near his cave mansion and handed each of them a token, which was very similar to the token he used to force back the happy grass before.

"There are traps in many places in the Medicine King Valley, this is the token of the Medicine King Valley, take it in and out of the Medicine King Valley, you can avoid these traps."

"But you'd better not go to the main peak, this token is useless against the traps there."

"You guys repair here first, and I'm going to go to the Medicine King to recover my life."

After Wen Zheming finished instructing one by one, he turned around and headed to the main peak.

Looking at his departing back, Xiao Liluo let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that the second senior brother's bowl of soft rice is poisonous, otherwise I really want to follow him." ”

Sheng Xi deeply agrees.

Yuan Xian looked at the junior brother and sister with regret on his face, and shook the jade slip in his hand in front of the two: "Cultivate." After a while, the second junior brother will come back and check the progress. ”

Because he has been swept up by Wen Zheming for the longest time, Yuan Xian has the most experience in this.

Thinking of the horror of the King of Volumes, Sheng Xi and Xiao Liluo shuddered and hurriedly began to cultivate seriously.

……

The main peak of Yaowang Valley.

Wen Zheming stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds to the foot of the main peak, then put away the flying magic weapon, and walked step by step to the Medicine King Palace at the top of the mountain.

When he accidentally crossed from the southeast spirit realm to the due south spirit realm, the crossing location was not far from the Medicine King Valley.

The battle in the astral plane was too loud, and the Medicine King had been paying attention to the surrounding situation, so he was quickly spotted.

was concerned by a monk in the merger period, and Wen Zheming couldn't escape if he wanted to.

Faced with the Medicine King questioning his origin, Wen Zheming's intuition told him that he couldn't tell the truth.

So, he learned Sheng Xi's train of thought, and told the medicine king that he was a casual cultivator, accidentally learned some alchemy, and became a Dan cultivator by luck.

Later, because he was chased and killed, he was accidentally teleported here through a secret treasure.

The old medicine king checked his bones, and a smile bloomed on his originally gloomy face, and he took the initiative to reveal his identity and asked him if he was willing to worship him as a teacher.

Wen Zheming was naturally unwilling.

He has a master, and his master is very good, and he doesn't want to change the court.

But at that time, he obviously felt that if he refused, the big guy in the fit period on the other side had a way to clean him up.

If it was in the past, Wen Zheming would not bend.

But he thought of Sheng Xi when he refused.

The little junior sister can bend and stretch, and he, the senior brother, can too.

Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood.

He still has to live well to urge his master, brother, sister, and a large group of demon beasts in the sect to cultivate well.

So, Wen Zheming pretended to agree, wanting to see what the Medicine King was planning.

Now that he knows the Medicine King's plan, he has also found a way out.

The main peak is very high, and walking all the way up does not require much physical strength for the monks.

Wen Zheming soon saw the majestic palace located on the top of the mountain, stood outside the palace gate and respectfully bowed: "Disciple to meet the master." ”

The vermilion door opened, and an old voice sounded inside: "Come in." ”

Wen Zheming walked through the pavilions in the palace and walked to the innermost hall.

The carved beams and paintings in the main hall are all excellent materials for every brick and tile.

The Medicine King Valley has monopolized the elixir business in the Zhengnan Spirit Realm for tens of thousands of years, and the wealth accumulated is unimaginable.

On the throne in the middle of the main hall sat an old man who described himself as withered.

The old man wore an earthy yellow robe, and the robe was embroidered with a Medicine King Ding, which was the symbol of the Medicine King Valley.

The aura of the merging period lingered around him, but there was a faint silence of corruption in it.

This is the master of the Medicine King Valley, the Medicine King.

Seeing Wen Zheming, Yao Wang's cloudy eyes lit up, as if he saw the hope of his own life.

"Done?" His voice was hoarse, like a worn-out bellows.

"That's it. It's just that a few monks who accidentally entered the valley wanted to save people and leave, but they were already disposed of by the two senior brothers. Wen Zheming lowered his head and replied respectfully.

The Medicine King nodded in satisfaction and did not ask about the whereabouts of the other two disciples.

The two of them had something to leave the Medicine King Valley, and the Medicine King asked them to follow Wen Zheming to deal with the changes in the mortal village, but they were too lazy to send another guard to Wen Zheming.

The Medicine King Valley has been raising mortals for tens of thousands of years, and many high-ranking cultivators know that no one would be willing to be an enemy of the Medicine King Valley for the sake of these mustard-like mortals.

This time, someone eliminated the marks in the bodies of these mortals, most of them were unaware of the loose cultivators or disciples of the small sect who met by mistake and wanted to be the savior of mortals.

If the savior is really so good, it will not be their eight alliances that control the spiritual realm of Zhengnan now.

The old medicine king didn't take this matter to heart, and when he learned that the matter had been dealt with, he didn't bother anymore: "The guard you hired has arrived?" ”

"Here we are." Wen Zheming was not surprised that the old medicine king could find this, and when he returned to the Medicine King Valley, he sensed that there was a fusion stage divine sense that had swept over several of them.

The Medicine King asked puzzledly: "Those two Jindan stage sword cultivators are just that, how can there be a second layer of qi refining?" ”

Wen Zheming had already thought of his words: "That's the junior sister of these two people, the Thunder Villa is catching the girl on the second floor of Qi refining, let the junior sister follow them, be safer." ”

"Hehe, the little girl looks good."

A malicious smile appeared on the shriveled and yellowed face of the Medicine King, and he was about to open his mouth to ask Wen Zheming to send someone to him, but Wen Zheming took the first step and said, "The apprentice intends to take her as a medicine child." ”

A flash of displeasure flashed in the Medicine King's eyes, but after thinking about it, he still held back this dissatisfaction.

The top priority now is to help Wen Zheming control the Medicine King Valley, and then take him away when the time comes, so that he can easily continue to control the Medicine King Valley.

Otherwise, even if he succeeds, he will have to spend a lot of energy to climb back to the pinnacle of power.

At this time, I can't make trouble with Wen Zheming for the sake of a furnace.

When he succeeds in taking it, such a beautiful little medicine boy is not in his pocket?

Suppressing the thoughts of Sheng Xi in his heart, the Medicine King focused on business.

He sneered: "Thunder Villa is stealing chickens and rice this time, not only did things mess up, but also killed a descendant." ”

"Even if two sons die, Lao Wang is afraid that he will have the heart to destroy the Qingfeng Sword Sect."

Wen Zheming showed doubts at the right time: "What's wrong with these two cases?" ”

The other sects were uncomfortable, but the Medicine King was comfortable, and said happily: "The third king of the Thunder Villa is dead, and he was killed by Zhu Zeyu, the seventh elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. ”

"These two people are both in the infancy stage, in terms of strength, Zhu Zeyu is not as good as Wang Sanmiao. Now Wang Sanmiao was killed by Zhu Zeyu with a sword, and the two sides insisted on their own words. ”

"The Qingfeng Sword Sect thought that Zhu Zeyu's strength was not enough, and they resolutely refused to admit that Wang Sanmiao was killed by them."

"Thunder Mountain Villa suspected that it was that old thing in Xuanyang, and secretly gave Zhu Zeyu a combined period sword intent."

"Zhu Zeyu used it in the fight, which caused Wang Sanmiao to die without any power to fight back."

Now no one believes the other party's words, so let Weishi go over to conduct an autopsy on Wang Sanmiao to find out why he died. You can run for the teacher. ”

"Yes." Wen Zheming responded respectfully and withdrew from the main hall.

These old medicine kings live in seclusion, and even if they are invited, they rarely show up.

The outside world thinks that he is in a high position, has a withdrawn personality, and does not want to take care of chores in the outside world.

Only Wen Zheming knew that this old thing was dying of nothingness, and he was worried that someone would find out about it, so he hid in the Medicine King's Palace and didn't dare to go out.

……

Leaving the Medicine King Palace, Wen Zheming returned to his residence and pretended to pack his things, and told Sheng Xi and the three of them about it.

Sheng Xi didn't expect that these two major sects were quite reasonable, but they didn't fight.

Sure enough, as long as the fists are hard, no matter how bastard the other side is, they will become sensible.

Then let her Sheng Xiaoxi crush this reason with her own hands!