Ying Tianzheng sat cross-legged on the bed, a little worried. The auction has ended, and the 180,000 top-grade spirit stones prepared have not been spent, and I wanted to buy some treasures, but there is nothing suitable for them. Moreover, even if he wanted to cultivate now, the best Qi Condensing Pill had already been sold by him, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Yingtian thought that no matter what resources were in the future, they could not be exhausted, and it was better to keep some in case of emergency.

He pulled out the old scroll, which was a little tattered, some corners had been broken, and it was faintly moldy. The language of the scroll is somewhat similar to the forbidden spell of life and death, concise and obscure. But the scroll doesn't seem to be complete.

Ying Tian didn't think about it so much, in just two hours, with his cultivation talent, this basic secret method of restoring the power of the divine soul had been fully learned.

It turned out that the divine soul itself also had several subtle meridians, which operated in a certain way according to the scroll, and after absorbing some strange power from heaven and earth, the subtle divine soul meridians began to slowly light up.

Yingtian clearly felt that the divine soul was repairing quickly, and after just an hour, not only did the divine soul fully recover, but also faintly strengthened a lot.

Yingtian is overjoyed, the divine soul that has not recovered much in the previous three days can now be recovered in just one hour, so it will be much more convenient to use the forbidden spell of life and death and refine the pill in the future.

In the next few days, Yingtian sneaked into Qing'er's room every night to celebrate Qing'er's birthday.

Qing'er secretly opened her eyes again every time Yingtian left, her face was happy and worried, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It wasn't until Qing'er reached her 100th birthday that Yingtian felt that it was no longer possible to increase Qing'er's whirlpool ring. If he forcibly gave Shou Yuan to Qing'er again, he seemed to sense a life and death crisis. The more often this forbidden spell is used, the more obvious the sense of crisis becomes.

Yingtian didn't dare to use it more. Now Qing'er has a hundred years of life, which is enough for the time being, and her whole person now looks vibrant and radiant. However, after losing a hundred years of life, he no longer seems to be the young boy, and there is a faint beard on his chin.

Qing'er, who was wearing a light cyan dress, was very careful, and found that Yingtian had grown a beard, so she shaved Yingtian carefully. Yingtian looked at Qing'er's delicate and fair face up close, her big eyes looked at Yingtian's chin intently, and her white and tender little hands touched the skin of her face from time to time, a little itchy and a little comfortable.

Yingtian couldn't help but be a little suspicious, this girl washes and cooks every day, why are these hands so white and tender?

Yingtian couldn't help but hug Qing'er and said with a smile: "My Qing'er, you're really well-behaved!"

Qing'er blushed and struggled to climb out of Yingtian's arms, muttering, "Young Master!"

Yingtian's eyes widened and said, "Don't move, what should I do if I scratch the young master's skin?"

Qing'er didn't dare to move suddenly, blushing with a little face, and carefully shaved off Yingtian's stubble little by little.

Yingtian only felt that this girl seemed to have grown up recently, but this small body was light and soft. suddenly thought that Qing'er asked him if he liked someone, and he was stunned for a while. Recently, I really like to be close to this girl, could it be that this is what I like?

Yingtian suddenly became a little flustered, put down Qing'er with a cough, and said: "Qing'er, there is nothing to do recently, and the royal assessment has nothing to do with me, I plan to go to the barren forest again and hunt some demon pills to refine the pill." ”

Qing'er said worriedly: "But young master, wouldn't that be unsafe?"

Yingtian shook his head and said, "You're safer here." Master and Master are here, and they will take care of you. I'll be back in a day or two at most. ”

While speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Ninth Young Master, my subordinate Cangtianhai is not effective in protecting Qing'er, so I have come to ask for guilt!" After he was knocked out of one of his arms by a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect that day, he has been in a coma to recuperate, and as soon as he woke up today, he hurriedly came to Yingtian to ask for guilt.

Yingtian walked out of the room, looked at Cangtianhai who had lost an arm, frowned, and said, "You didn't escort well, you should have been executed." But for the sake of your best efforts and the loss of an arm, I'll give you a chance. ”

As he spoke, he took out a book and handed it to Cang Tianhai: "This is the Great Zhou Tian Running Technique, and I will reward you." Now, I need you to help me with something. ”

Cang Tianhai was panicked at first, and then excited, did he hear it right? Da Zhou Tian Running Technique? Yes, he couldn't help but tremble and said, "Young Master, but I'm not qualified to practice!"

"Hmph, this young master is now a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, and he is not qualified to give his family a few cultivation places, what is he called a disciple!"

"You just need to answer whether you want to or not, but this matter is extremely dangerous, and it may kill you at any time, you have to think about it!" Yingtian said in a deep voice.

"The subordinates are willing, and they will not hesitate to go to the soup for the young master!" Cang Tianhai shouted excitedly. No matter what the danger is, in this world, you have to fight!

"Well, I see that you are a vigilant man, and you will not retreat from the battle of the Lord, but you are a loyal man. I'll let you go to the capital and blend into Prince Yong's mansion as a casual cultivator. No matter what means you use, you will make me the most trusted person around Prince Yong! I will give you 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones to facilitate your actions. In the capital, there have been my people for a long time, if you go, someone will naturally contact you to help you clear your background!"

Ying Tian pondered for a long time and continued, "Before going to the capital, go back to your home and copy a copy of the Great Zhou Tian Running Technique for my father!"

Cang Tianhai kowtowed again and again, and swore a heavy oath: "My subordinates are valued by the young master, and I will do my best to do things! If my subordinates can't become Prince Yong's most powerful cronies, they will cut things off their own! If you have a different heart, heaven and earth will not tolerate it, and you will not die well!"

Yingtian nodded calmly, while Qing'er handed the 30,000 Zhongpin Spirit Stone to Cangtianhai on the side. Yingtian had already handed over all the spirit stones to Qing'er, and he had always handed over these things to Qing'er for safekeeping. As for the jade slips, ancient axes, and weapons, they naturally carried them with them.

Cangtianhai has never seen so many medium-grade spirit stones in his life, and he is even more grateful to Dade at the moment, and he lost an arm, which is really worth it. That is, from today onwards, Cangtianhai will do things for Yingtian wholeheartedly, and in the endless years to come, he has never forgotten Yingtian's kindness.

Gratitude is one of the most noble qualities of a person, and it also makes Cangtianhai's achievements in the future limitless.

Cangtianhai packed up his things and set off, stayed in the Qianzhou Prefecture for one night, and then went straight to the capital! The elders of the Ying family were overjoyed when they got the "Great Zhou Tian Running Technique", and praised Yingtian repeatedly.

Only the patriarch Yingfeng stood alone outside the house, looking deeply at the direction of the barren mountains, not knowing what he was thinking.

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Yingtian entered the barren forest again.

With his current cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, it was a piece of cake to deal with these ordinary condensation stage monsters, but the day was almost over, and he only collected a thousand demon pills. Yingtian frowned, why is there a lot less of this monster?

was about to enter the depths of the forest, when he suddenly heard someone shouting angrily in front of him, but this person's Da Zhou official said not very standard: "Say that you have a one-on-one competition, you actually bully more and less, you people have no bushido spirit, and they are not worthy of living in the world!"

Ying Tian took a closer look, and it was actually the eight-character bearded monk who auctioned off the Kusanagi Sword with 50,000 medium-grade spirit stones at the auction. Yingtian was a little interested in this person, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

The aura of this eight-character bearded monk is rather weird, but it can be felt that it is almost a condensation of qi great perfection cultivation. At this moment, he was besieged by three monks who were also in the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Period, and one of the monks sneered: "Bushido spirit? Haven't you woken up? In this world, the weak eat the strong, whoever has the biggest fist is the master, talk to me about the spirit? Who the is competing with you one-on-one, the three of us are robbing now!"

"Do you understand the robbery, hand over the Kusanagi sword, and the three of us will spare you from death!"

"Delusional! The Kusanagi Sword is a sacred artifact of my clan, and it is more important than my life! As a lineage samurai, I have hung my life in bushido. Bushido means that you are not afraid of life and death, and you can see through death! If you want to take away the Kusanagi sword, you must first take my life!" The eight-character bearded monk stared at the three people around him viciously, holding the Kusanagi sword with both hands, his feet open and half-squatting, his shoulders and elbows slightly heavy, as if he was ready to die.

"Why do you have to die?" The three monks looked at the eight-bearded monk strangely, but his subordinates were unforgiving, and three white rays flew towards him! The eight-bearded monk could only barely resist two attacks, and the last white light hit his chest, only to hear the "click" of the sternum, which was already broken.

The Monk kept backing away, spurting blood from his mouth, but his hands holding the sword did not loosen in any way, and his eyes remained resolute and resolute. Seeing that the three monks continued to attack, his face suddenly showed a fierce look, and the Kusanagi sword emitted a faint black glow, and he raised his sword and slashed wildly at the three of them, no longer making any defense against himself.

"Bang, bang, bang" three times, three blood holes were punched out of the beard, and the blood was flowing out of the blood! And one of the three monks suddenly screamed, one of his arms and legs was actually cut off by the monk of the beard, and blood sprayed directly from the broken place, like a rain of blood.

The other two monks were stunned with fright, trembling and constantly retreating, where had they ever seen such a deadly fight?" "You madman, how can you fight like you, don't die?"

The Bearded Monk smirked, blood had soaked through his clothes, his body was shaky, and it seemed that he could no longer stand on his feet, but his hands holding the sword were still stable and powerful!

The eight-character bearded monk shouted: "What is fate, if you want to die, let's die together!!" Kusanagi Sword Sword Body Black Mang Dasheng, he attacked the other two frantically!

The two monks saw that the bloodied madman had begun to attack again, and their faces showed fear. Several of them are pampered sect disciples on weekdays, cherishing their lives is more important than anything else, where have they experienced any life-and-death battles? The two of them were cowardly, so they naturally did not dare to fight again, leaving behind their wounded companions, and actually turned around and fled frantically!

The eight-character bearded monk's face turned pale, but he showed a strong look of sarcasm: "Monk of the Central Plains Continent, that's it! Not to mention the cowardice of the battle, it is really shameful and ruthless to leave behind the injured companion!"

He took the Kusanagi sword and stabbed the wounded monk's head with all his might, and the monk's howl came to an abrupt end. The eight-character bearded monk looked hideous and terrifying, and said hatefully:

"You races with no beliefs and no principles, since life is so painful, then all die!"