Jiang Yu lay on the bed for seven days before he could get out of bed and walk, he really hoped that he would recover completely, but the Holy Master warned him that he must not urge the aura again until he fully recovered, and regarding the Seven Absolute Beings, the Holy Master gave a complete ban and did not allow Jiang Yu to use it again, because the feedback of the Seven Absolute Beings was enough to tear Jiang Yu's body to shreds. He can't practice, but Jiang Yu can still have something to do, most of the time he is translating ancient books for the holy master, and the rest of the time, he is learning how to make alchemy with the holy master. The green smoke is faint, the bamboo forest is brittle, and in such an environment, Jiang Yu's fierce heart gradually becomes peaceful.

The holy master is a human being, although he looks quite extreme and weird, but he is similar to the drunken Dongli, affectionate and sincere. After getting along for a while, Jiang Yu also knew his relationship with the people in the Drunken East Fence and the Ming Jade Altar.

It turns out that the current Ming Jade Altar Sect Master Miaohua Zhenren and the old man of the withered lamp, and there is also a senior brother named Yu Qingjun. Yu Qingjun has three disciples, the Holy Master and the Drunken East Fence are two of them, the Drunken East Fence is the master of the Ming Jade Altar Crazy Famous Peak, and this Holy Master is the master of the Immortal Peak. However, these two people no longer accept apprentices, there are still some disciples in Mad Ming Peak, and there is only one Saint Master left in the inner courtyard of Changsheng Peak. She is withdrawn by nature and unliked, and she herself is not willing to be in the company of the inner courtyard masters such as the old man with the withered lamp, so she simply moved out of the Immortal Peak and escaped here.

Not to mention how Jiang Yu recuperated from his injuries, and said Wan Shifeng.

In the Cloud Chasing Hall of Wan Shi Peak, the master of the courtyard, Wu Lian, was sitting in a precarious position, and in front of him, there was a disciple of Wan Shi Feng's inner courtyard who was half kneeling, and that disciple also had an arm, which was Zhou Ping, who had not died in the catastrophe.

In a fierce battle before, Zhou Ping was seriously injured, and was rescued by the disciples of the Ming Jade Altar who cleaned up the battlefield and sent back to Wanshifeng.

Listening to Zhou Ping finish talking about the past, he was drinking tea and smashed the tea cup in his hand one by one. Then he stood up, looked out the window, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said angrily: "How can I have such a stupid disciple as you." Zhou Ping worshiped under the witch refining sect, at first the witchcraft didn't have much feeling for him, but later he found that Zhou Ping was honest and selfless, and he practiced swordsmanship hard and diligently. Among the many disciples of witchcraft, his entry was the fastest. And Wu Lian gradually began to have high hopes for Zhou Ping. Afraid that he would lose something, it was the Tianwen Conference, and Wu Lian didn't let him participate. But who would have thought that this disciple with high hopes would do such a sad thing. I ran out without permission, and I even lost one of my arms.

Hearing the words of witch refining, Zhou Ping kowtowed and said, "The disciple knows his mistakes, but the disciple does not regret it." ”

"Have you ever thought about it, if you have such a day, that kid named Jiang Yu, will come to save you?" Wu Lian said angrily.

Zhou Ping didn't think about it and said, "The disciple believes that Brother Jiang will definitely be able to." If you believe in me, if it weren't for that, the disciple would not have taken such a risk. ”

Hearing this, Wu Lian was even more angry and didn't say a word. I heard Zhou Ping continue: "Master once said that the way of the sword is the way of man. The way of the sword is the way of man. Jiang Yu once had the grace of teaching his disciples, and he had brotherly affection. He was in a dilemma, and his disciples could not stand idly by. If this is the case, it will be difficult to be humane, and how can the way of the sword be achieved?"

Listening to Zhou Ping's words, Wu Lian actually sighed. There is hatred and love in my heart, and what I hate is that Zhou Ping does not cherish himself. It is Zhou Ping's heart that is loved. He first received Zhou Ping, and he was counting on taking the opportunity of Zhou Ping to take Jiang Yu's entry. Then he gradually realized that this young descendant named Zhou Ping. Not only studious, but also good character, and excellent understanding. The heart said that if time passes, his cultivation will become a generation of grandmasters, and his achievements will naturally be above himself. If you are a teacher, this is the most gratifying way, and if you are jealous, you are not a teacher.

Looking at Zhou Ping, Wu Lian finally couldn't bear it, and said, "Get up, your arm injury hasn't healed yet." Zhou Ping took the order and stood up. Looking at Zhou Ping, Wu Lian pondered for a moment and said, "You go back to recuperate first, and then go to the Penance Peak with me in a few days." ”

"Ascetic Cultivation Peak ......" Zhou Ping was still quite surprised when he heard these three words, because he had heard someone say in the inner courtyard that the Ascetic Peak was deserted and no one lived there.

A few days later, in the early morning, Wu Lian called Zhou Ping, and the master and apprentice went to the ascetic cultivation peak together, and on the ascetic cultivation peak, as rumored, thorns and weeds were all over the ground, and gradually upward, it was covered with snow, and there was no half a figure. It wasn't until you reached the peak of the Ascetic Peak that you could see the dilapidated inner courtyard of the Ascetic Peak. The ruins and ruins, even if there were people, I am afraid it was decades ago, or even hundreds of years ago. Master and apprentice walked through the dilapidated buildings, and finally the witchcraft stopped in front of an attic.

"Beiwuyuan ......," Zhou Ping read the words on the plaque in front of the attic. He knew very well that the so-called Beiwu Courtyard was actually a place where the corpses were parked, and usually if someone died in the inner courtyard, they would be placed here before they were buried.

"What is the master doing here?" Zhou Ping was puzzled. But seeing Wu Lian stepping into the Ascetic Peak Beiwu Courtyard, Zhou Ping followed. Sure enough, there is not much difference between the Ascetic Peak Bewuin and the Bewuin of other peaks, and there are a large number of coffins parked inside. It's just that the snow here is so deep that it's been a long, long time since anyone visited.

I saw that Wu Lian searched for a while and stopped in front of a black coffin. Then he knocked on the coffin with his knuckles, and said, "Is Chi Qu here?

Seeing Shizun act like this, even if Zhou Ping was not a timid person, he was quite surprised. And what surprised him even more was yet to come. Just after the witchcraft knocked a few times, I saw that the coffin had creaked open, and someone had opened it inside. A fair, thin hand stretched out from the coffin, and with a strong press, a man as thin as a skeleton and without hair and eyebrows sat up from the coffin. I saw him creak and move his muscles and bones, making his bones crunch with each blow.

"What's the matter with me?" the man's mouth did not move, and his voice was so small and hoarse that he could not be heard unless he listened carefully. After he asked this, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Ping, who only had one arm, and understood the meaning of witch refining.

"You should know my rules. The strange man said.

Hearing him say this, Wu Lian took out a scroll from his sleeve, and untied a sword from behind his back, and handed it to the strange man together: "The only volume of Tianlu Sword Strategy. There is a Biaofeng sword on the ground level. ”

"Biaofeng Sword ......" Zhou Ping didn't know the value of "Tianlu Sword Strategy", but Biaofeng Sword knew that it was the love sword of Shizun Wulian, and it was one of the swords he carried with him, and now he wanted to give it to the strange person in front of him.

The strange man was very satisfied after accepting the things, looked at Zhou Ping, like a machine, turned his head to Wu Lian and said, "You can go, and I will ensure that he will recover as before in half a month!" As he spoke, he took a deep breath and blew at Zhou Ping, who instantly felt dizzy and unconscious.

In the small courtyard of the Holy Master, Jiang Yu, as usual, looked at the Holy Master's alchemy, not so much that the Holy Master was alchemizing, but that he was doing experiments. Because every flavor medicine he refined came from those ancient books translated by Jiang Yu. The records in the ancient books are mixed, not every medicine is useful, but even so, the Holy Master still enjoys it.

"Senior, I heard you say that there are three of you senior brothers, what about the other one?" Jiang Yu saw that the Holy Master's alchemy had ended, and after waiting for the furnace to open, he asked out loud.

Hearing Jiang Yu ask this question, the holy master didn't think about it, and said directly: "It's dead." ”

"Dead?" Jiang Yu was slightly regretful when he heard this. But the holy master suddenly said, "That guy is a strange person. Hearing this, Jiang Yu teased in his heart, Are you still embarrassed to say that others are weirdos. But when he thought about it, this person who can be called a weirdo by a weirdo must be very difficult. Then he asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The Holy Master glanced at Jiang Yu and said, "A person who says he dies and lives when he says he lives, do you think he is strange?"

"This ......" Jiang Yu couldn't understand it even more.

I saw that the holy master took out the cultivated elixir from the Dan furnace, and said eloquently: "My senior brother's name is Chi Qu, he has a strange nature, he likes to study all kinds of strange spells, no matter whether it is witchcraft, fairy art, spells, illusions, he is proficient. In the way of alchemy, he can also be his own faction, unlike me who read ancient books, he is always ingenious and self-created, but he almost lost his life because of it. ”

"What do you say?" Jiang Yuxin said that this person sounded quite interesting.

"Hmph, a hundred years ago, after he took charge of the inner courtyard of the Ascetic Cultivation Peak, because of the Dan Stone he created, he caused a catastrophe in the Ascetic Cultivation Peak. The entire ascetic peak was almost completely dead. He himself was hit hard, and although he was not completely dead, he was still half-dead to this day. ”

"Sure enough, it's a weirdo. If you have the chance, you will definitely see it. Jiang Yu said with a smile.

"Spirit grass doesn't seem to be enough, and I'll go out and collect some when I get back. The Holy Master looked at the Ruyi bag where he stored the spirit grass and said to Jiang Yu.

When Jiang Yu heard this, he didn't say anything, but he said in his heart that in order to help her alchemy, he also satisfied his curiosity, and gave her almost all the spirit grass she had stored, but her lavish use of spirit grass alchemy was like using spirit grass as firewood, it was completely bottomless, no matter how much it was, it was completely insufficient.

"When I go out to collect medicine, you are not allowed to bully Mei'er, you know?" said to Jiang Yu in an almost threatening tone.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu said helplessly: "How can I bully her?"

"It's good that you know. After the Holy Master said this, he packed up the Dan furnace, and then went out with some tools for collecting medicine.

The resolute saint master left, Jiang Yu came to Mei'er's room, looked inside, and the little girl was still asleep. Jiang Yu returned to his room and continued translating his book. After translating for a while, I heard the sound of footsteps and the sound of creaking and chewing things. Jiang Yu knew that it was Yunqing who came, and she hadn't come back since she left last time. Jiang Yu looked out the window, trying to see where Yun Qing was, and looked around, but found no trace of Yun Qing.

"Hey!" suddenly greeted Jiang Yu, startling Jiang Yu, and saw a person hanging upside down on the beam of the room, waving his hand to him, not Yun Qing.

Yun Qing came out like this, and Jiang Yu was not surprised. I saw Yun Qing get down from the beam, strode to Jiang Yu's house, and unceremoniously took the fruit on Jiang Yu's table and ate it.

"Are you recovering well, you were still unconscious the last time I came. While eating the fruit, Yun Qing looked Jiang Yu up and down and said.

"It's okay, it's just that you can't use aura at all. Jiang Yu clenched his fists, feeling that his hands were crispy and soft.

"It's so delicious, where did you get it?" Yun Qing exclaimed while eating the fruit on Jiang Yu's table.

"That's from Mei'er. Jiang Yu said with a smile. He looked at Yun Qing and said, "Senior Sister Yun Qing is looking for me for something?"

"Me?" Yun Qing thought for a moment and said, "It's not a big deal, but I'm here to scare you." ”

"Scare me?" Hearing this, Jiang Yu sighed, and said in his heart that Yunqing is sometimes a child's heart. But when he saw Yun Qing motioning for him to look out the window, Jiang Yu understood, looked sideways, and was stunned.