"You say, is the entrance to the secret realm that appeared in Xiaotangshan before really the boundless secret realm?" In the lobby of a restaurant, monks gathered in twos and threes, they were all locals of Yangcheng, and they had just returned from hunting demon beasts outside, and a monk in a blue robe somehow mentioned this.

About eleven years ago, a secret realm entrance appeared in Xiaotang Mountain, north of Yangcheng, which attracted nearby monks, but unexpectedly it was closed after only a hundred people entered.

About a day later, it was released in unison, and the people who heard it said that it was a famous boundless secret realm, but it completely changed, empty, and extremely depressed, which caused an uproar for a while.

It's just that since then, this secret realm has never appeared again, and it has gradually fallen silent.

"Who knows? At that time, I heard the old black people say that it seems to be. A chubby monk picked up his glass and said, "I just don't know how a good secret realm can change?"

"There's nothing to say, who knows. A black-faced monk shook his head.

"I heard that a carefree disciple died at that time, isn't it related to Lao Hei, why is he still fine?" asked the blue-robed monk in a low voice.

"I heard that the disciple's soul card is fine, it can't be regarded as dead, so I can only let him come back first, but the suspicion has not been cleared up, and life has not been easy in the past few years. The fat monk said with a sigh, Lao Hei was also a character before, but now he can't be low-key.

"Don't mention this, it has nothing to do with us, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth. The black-faced monk warned everyone not to answer this question again, "The flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers are blooming again, why don't you order some flower tea in Yunxiao Pavilion and send it over." ”

And at this moment, at the col of Xiaotang Mountain, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

There are no monsters here, only because there is a hot spring on the top of the mountain, except for the occasional people who come here to pick the herbs next to the hot springs, they rarely come here, so no one sees this scene.

At the north gate of Yangcheng, a woman in a white shirt and a water-green gradient long skirt walked over with a long-eared fox, glowing white in the sun, and what was even more strange was that there was a crow hovering beside her.

This combination attracted the attention of the gatekeeper and stopped her.

"This fellow Daoist, I wonder if I can take a look at your identity token?"

"Naturally. ”

The disciple who guarded the door took it and found that he was still a disciple of the Mo family in the Eastern Regions.

"Where the responsibility is, I hope that Taoist friends will forgive me. There was nothing abnormal about this token, the disciple of the gate handed it back to the other party, and when he raised his head, he glanced at her, only to realize that this female cultivator's eyes were extremely beautiful, an extreme black, and she was in a trance for a while.

It wasn't until the other party walked away that he relented, scratched his head and continued to look at the monks entering the city.

"Hitomi learned well, and the disciple who guarded the door was a disciple in the early stage of foundation building. Xiang Xuehai's voice appeared in Mo Ghost's mind, she didn't show up now, just on the bamboo hanging from Mo Ghost's waist.

Mo Ghost was slandered in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to test her when he just entered the city.

"I am in the middle stage of foundation building, and my divine sense is stronger than him, so I can naturally confuse him. "In the secret realm, she not only practiced the function of the different pupils, but also practiced a confusing pupil technique, with only one blow, depending on the difference between the cultivation and the divine consciousness of the two sides, it has different effects.

"Hurry up and send the note, you have to come with me to Yuncheng after that. Xiang Xuehai's voice came again, and he was going to go directly, but Mo Ghost couldn't rest assured that his mother was going to come to Yunxiao Pavilion to send a transmission note.

Hearing this, he quickened his pace, he had always gone with Shen Kongming's token before, but this time he went alone, and I don't know if Yunxiao Pavilion would agree.

When you come to the center of the city, you will see the landmarks.

When I walked in, I noticed that the layout of the place seemed to be different from before, the entire right side had been changed to something like a desk, and there were people lined up there, not knowing what was being recorded.

A female cultivator on the second level of Qi refining saw Mo Ghost coming in, and walked over and asked, "I wonder what this senior needs?"

"Well, I've been in retreat for a long time, and I don't know what I'm doing here. Mo Ghost pointed there.

"This is the idea that the young pavilion master of our Yunxiao Pavilion came up with, it is called a delivery service, senior, if you have something that is inconvenient to send to your relatives and friends, you can come here, as long as you pay the spirit stone, we can send it for you." ”

Mo Ghost raised his eyebrows, "Dare to ask the deputy pavilion master of your pavilion whose surname is Shen?"

"The predecessor is right, it is the surname Shen, I don't know you..." The female cultivator looked at her suspiciously, she didn't know about the delivery service, but she knew that the young pavilion master Shen, obviously the young pavilion master was famous all over the world after the delivery service appeared?

"No, there was a one-sided relationship. Mo Ghost confirmed the matter and changed the topic, "I want to send a few transmission notes to the Eastern Regions, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Naturally, please come here. The nun led her to a table, "The senior wants to send a note. ”

In front of the table was a male cultivator of the ninth level of qi refining, and took out a simple treasure bag, this kind of stuff is very few, it is usually made of leftovers, and now it is just right to use it to hold this, "I don't know where the predecessor wants to send it?"

"The Mo City Mo family in the Eastern Regions, Xiao Ling. ”

Mo Ghost took the pen in his hand, wrote the message on a wooden stick, and watched him hang it on the Nabao bag.

"It's already okay, a total of fifty spirit stones. ”

Mo Ghost paid the spirit stone and walked out of the Cloud Pavilion, thinking to himself, isn't this just a courier?

"Is Yunxiao Pavilion selling things like this now?" Xiang Xuehai was really surprised, she hadn't come out for decades, and the outside was changing quite quickly.

"It wasn't like that when I went in, it should have risen in the last decade. ”

Mo Ghost Divine Sense communicated with her, thinking of the young pavilion master she mentioned just now, it should be Shen Kongming, she once mentioned this concept to him, that is, express delivery, but I didn't expect it to be put into action by him, the young master is really a young master.

"Okay, hurry up and go to Yuncheng, when the flute is ready, you can go back to the Eastern Regions, just in time for me to start retreat. ”

Xiang Xuehai will retreat when he goes back this time, and he will have to impact the gods to restore his cultivation.

Mo Ghost understood what she meant, and went out of the city and went straight to the east. Located in the east of the Northern Regions, Yuncheng is the closest city to the mortal realm, and it is also the only city where monks and mortals coexist.

After entering the city, Xiang Xuehai directed her to go straight to the street of the shop, and stopped in front of the last hut, which said pawnshop, not even a name.

The door was wide open, and Mo Ghost walked in directly.

Facing the counter was the counter, but now it was empty, and in the room on the left, a monk with a goatee and a gray cloth robe was sitting on a rocking chair there, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, and Mo Ghost couldn't feel the slightest aura fluctuation on him.

Xiang Xuehai appeared as soon as he stepped into this place, and skillfully walked over and sat down opposite him, with a table in between.

"Yo, are you still alive?" The monk was not surprised to see Xiang Xuehai, opened one eye, and pouted, "I'll just say, this good person doesn't live long, but a disaster like you will be a disaster for a thousand years!"

"You old man is alive and has been promoted, I definitely can't hold back. Xiang Xuehai propped up the chair and looked very unbeaten.

"Why did you come to me as soon as you came out? You have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what do you want to do when you come to my small place?" Qian Sanqian knew a little about her, just to see him, or wait for the next life.

"If you have anything to do, I naturally ask you to refine something. Xiang Xuehai crossed her legs and glanced at him.

"It's not a trivial matter that can get you to the door, let's talk about it first. Qian Sanqian squinted his eyes and didn't agree immediately, it's not easy to make money, if you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work.

Xiang Xuehai took out the tortoiseshell bamboo and threw it into his hand, "What are you pretending, haven't you seen it?"

Qian Sanqian took it and looked at it carefully, he naturally saw it, he didn't even notice that he could place the soul body, it was a good thing. But you can't just reach out and ask for it, this little aunt started a fire and can overturn his shop.

"Isn't this thing extinct a long time ago? Now there are only tortoiseshell bamboo spirit weapons and spiritual treasures on the mainland, how can a piece of bamboo still be handed down?" Qian Sanqian was amazed, if he didn't have some background, he wouldn't even be able to recognize what this was.

"You don't care how it was circulated, I'll leave it to you now, and make it into a flute. ”

"Is there any material for the flute plug and flute membrane?" Qian Sanqian looked at the length of the bamboo, and it was more than enough to make a bamboo flute.

"Nope. Xiang Xuehai said simply and looked at him calmly.

Qian Sanqian opened his mung bean-sized eyes, looked at her speechlessly, and was so angry that he almost didn't throw them back to her.

"I don't have it, you must have it, I can exchange other materials with you. ”

Hearing this, Qian Sanqian's face improved, smashed it, smashed it, and said slowly, "What do you want to exchange?"

"First of all, what is the most suitable material for you?"

"The secret place we went to before, the willow tree that I don't know how many years it has lived, I secretly cut off a branch when I was leaving, because of the thunderstorm, most of it has been split, and there is only a small section left, which is just right to be used as a flute stopper. Qian Sanqian touched his beard and thought carefully.

"You even pulled out the branches of the willow tree, don't die, no wonder I always feel that the willow tree seems to have robbed its child when I go out, chasing after us!" Xiang Xuehai slapped it on the table in front of him.

"Eh, it's all about you now, anyway, so I'll give it to you. Qian Sanqian waved his hand, "The key is that this flute membrane must be as thin as cicada wings, and it must be flexible, all I can think of is the heavenly silk, and it has to be carefully decomposed into several layers." ”

"Just use this first, there is nothing suitable for the time being, and you can change it when you encounter it in the future." These two things are not the key, the main thing is how to deal with tortoiseshell bamboo. ”

"This bamboo has been going through I don't know how many years, and it's a bit difficult to do. Qian Sanqian pinched it vigorously, and with his current cultivation, he couldn't cause a little deformation.

"It's up to you, the rest of this bamboo belongs to you, how about as a reward?" Xiang Xuehai leaned at him, pointing to the bamboo and said.

"Deal!"

Qian Sanqian put away the bamboo, this transaction is not a loss, if he can be cautious, he can leave a lot, maybe he can make a small thing, at least he can temporarily retain his soul, there are not many such things on the mainland.

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