Half a month later.

As soon as the sun rose to dispel the morning mist, several wagons carrying grain came to Heihefang on the dirt road in the woods.

After waiting outside the door for half a bag of cigarettes, the outer door of Heihefang slowly opened, and the guys shouted and sent the food to the inns.

A man covered with pockmarks jumped out of the last carriage, and I saw him throw a piece of broken silver in his hand, and wandered around.

Of course, this person is Han Yu who came from the mine.

After leaving the mine, Han Yu went to the town to buy a carriage and drove slowly towards Heihefang with a horsewhip.

While hurrying to practice, he also bought a carved knife on the way to carve some flying fish and beasts.

Han Yu is also a bit basic in this convenience, after all, he has also deceived the Momen Treasure Book in Jian'an City. And every day before going to bed, he will practice forging magic techniques, and when he practices until his mind swells slightly, he falls asleep, and wakes up the next day and is full of energy.

After the time, there were more monks in the inner city, and Han Yu also mixed into the inner city.

Seeing an old man in a gray shirt letting the Qi refining disciples in his family move freely, Han Yu's face couldn't help but show a little nostalgia.

The treasure tower still existed, but in the middle of the door, two monks who had completed qi refining were replaced and stood in front of the door. It's just that the huge plaque on the gate is no longer hung with "Jubao Building", but with the three vigorous characters of "Xianyuan Pavilion".

Han Yu looked at the glittering "Immortal Yuan Pavilion" in the sun, and wondered slightly, could it be because he was selling poisonous spirit fruits?

Han Yu paused in front of the door for a moment, and a middle-aged man in a green shirt ran out, nodded and asked, "Does this immortal master have any needs?"

Han Yu was slightly stunned when he saw him, this person was his old acquaintance, Fan Lixuan, the former worshipper of the Jubao Building---!

At this moment, he looks a little sour, his temples are pale, and it seems that he has been miserable recently.

"No, I'll just take a look at it. Han Yu said lightly in a changing voice and walked straight forward.

Soon it was noon, Han Yu went to a restaurant in the inner city to order wine and food, and spent two spirit stones to order a table of good dishes.

"Stop, come here, I have something to ask you!" Han Yu called out to the guy who had just left.

"If the immortal master has something to say, just ask, the little one must know everything and say everything!"

Han Yu took out a low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, put it on the table casually and said, "Reward you!"

"Master Xie Xianshi!" the man carefully took the spirit stone, and thanked him again and again with a smile.

The reason why Han Yu came to the inner city for dinner was naturally to inquire about information. If you take some mundane silver taels, this little two is estimated to be unacceptable, so you simply take out a spirit stone, and you will definitely be able to understand what happened in the workshop.

After a stick of incense, the man walked out of the private room happily, and Han Yu was also satisfied to understand the whole story.

After he exchanged it for various elixirs, Jubaolou sold the Qingling Fruit he got to a Shen family who had an ancestor of the Yudan.

It is said that an eleven-year-old boy appeared in the Shen family, who is said to have inherited the bloodline of the ancestors of the Shen family, and can actually cultivate the "Xuanyin Eye" that has been lost for hundreds of years, can restrain all the ghosts and monsters in the world, and also has a miraculous effect on the exercises of some evil sects.

This boy's spiritual root is also very good, the only thing that has some regrets is the six spiritual apertures, and the ancestor of the Shen family, who loves him very much, racked his brains to ask for some elixir, and wanted to open the rest of the spiritual apertures for him.

The hard work paid off, and the owner of the Jubao Building, who had been waiting for two years, came to the door and asked him to identify the Qingling Fruit.

The ancestor of the Shen family was ecstatic after the identification, and soon identified it as genuine.

The ancestor of the Shen family promised a lot of conditions, as long as he sold the Qingling Fruit to him, he was not only willing to raise the price by one percent, but also willing to go to the Treasure Building as an offering, and was willing to guide him to practice.

The yellow-faced monk was overjoyed when he heard this, this was a pie-in-the-sky thing, and hurriedly agreed.

The yellow-faced monk took out three Qingling Fruits to trade with the Shen family, and the ancestor of the Shen family also admitted the identity of the worship in front of Heihefang.

The status of Jubaolou soared in Heihefang, and even the black-robed old man in Zhenshoufang City was polite to him.

But the good times didn't last long, and a month later, the ancestor of the Shen family rushed over angrily and asked Jubaolou to give him an explanation.

It turned out that the genius boy who was in the secret room retreat and shocked the spiritual aperture actually bled and died of poison!

The yellow-faced monk naturally didn't believe it, so he hurriedly excused himself, and took out the remaining two Qingling Fruits and handed them to the old man in Huafu, asking him to uphold justice.

This matter became more and more troublesome, so Heihefang invited Elder Baicaomen Jiedan from thousands of miles away and asked him to come and see what was going on.

The thin old man of Baicaomen glanced at it a few times, and directly shook his hand and blew a spiritual wind, only to see that the Qing Ling Fruit in the jade box quickly turned purple and black.

The old man explained in detail the origin of the poisonous spirit fruit, and the yellow-faced monk turned pale after hearing this, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

The ancestor of the Shen family took out the remaining two fruits and asked the old man to identify them, and the old man only glanced at them and pointed out that one was a real Qingling Fruit, and the other was a poisonous spirit fruit.

There are no fools who can cultivate to this realm, the yellow-faced monk's face turned iron-blue, and he knew that the guy called Wu Feng by the Imperial Sword Sect was ruthlessly put on a skew.

People can't be resurrected after death, so the ancestor of the Shen family opened his mouth and directly said that he wanted the entire treasure building.

The situation is stronger than people, and the yellow-faced monk was dripping blood in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and nodded under the gaze of the three major knotted monks.

The ancestor of the Shen family was not satisfied, so he directly arrested the yellow-faced monk and placed a vicious ban, making him a slave in the Shen family for the rest of his life.

The housekeepers of Jubaolou all had to serve the Shen family for the rest of their lives, and more than a dozen handymen without mana were taken to the spiritual land of the Shen family to be buried with the boy.

Han Yu poured himself a glass of wine, relaxed and ate and drank, and at the same time silently warned himself in his heart that the fairy road was rugged and he must not be negligent.

Knowing the truth of the matter, Han Yu would not go to the Immortal Yuan Pavilion, and planned to go to the Fang Market in the next few days to find the golden bell, and quickly slip away as soon as he got the talisman in his hand, not staying in the land of right and wrong.

After paying the spirit stone, Han Yu continued to wander around Heihefang, learning what it looked like when refining qi, just listening and not asking, to understand the value of the magic weapon elixir on his body, and find an opportunity to sell it slowly in the future.

After visiting a few houses, the sky gradually darkened, and Han Yu stayed in an inn in the inner city, sitting cross-legged in the house and cultivating silently.

It was getting dark, and the Yuanlai Pavilion also closed the door, and the yellow-faced monk on the second floor respectfully went to report the day's income to the Shen family monk stationed on the third floor.

The yellow-faced monk left with a smile in the monk's impatient eyes, and when he left the back of the third floor, his face became gloomy, and he turned and entered the secret chamber underground.

A small secret room was transformed into a cell by him, and a few locks helped a monk in his early thirties, his cultivation was only seven layers of qi refining, and his body was full of bloodstains.

"Senior, spare your life!" the monk saw the yellow-faced monk walk in, his legs trembling constantly, his face turned pale, and he trembled and begged for mercy loudly.

"I spare you, who can spare me?" the yellow-faced monk looked hideous like a demon, and picked up a long flaming whip and whipped it.

"Smack.."

The whip was whipped, leaving a fiery red scar on the monk's chest, and the fire poison from the whip invaded his body, and the monk let out a terrible howl that was not like a human voice.

The yellow-faced monk felt an inexplicable excitement when he heard this voice, and raised his whip and whipped it again and again.

"Bang Bang Bang..."

There were seven or eight deep whip marks on the monk's body in an instant, and the monk shouted for help again and again, and he simply fainted after receiving so many whips.

The yellow-faced monk threw a whip in his face, and the monk who had just fallen unconscious woke up in pain.

"Senior, spare your life..."The monk saw that he raised his whip again, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said loudly: "Senior, I have an idea!"

"Smack.."

The whip whipped him on the chest, and he shivered with pain, and the fire poison invaded his body and made him foam at the mouth, and it took a whole stick of incense to recover.

"Say!" said the yellow-faced monk coldly.

"I really don't know about the Wu family, can my seniors let me out, I'll see if there will be any fellow students in the workshop in the near future. The monk said in a trembling voice.