Wei Qiqi and Qin Zhen returned to the foot of Tiandu Peak, and on this trip, they would stay for a few more days.

The Song brothers had sharp eyes, and saw Wei Qiqi carrying back a string of "blood food" from a distance, and immediately cheered, this month has been lacking in meat for more than a month, every day is porridge and vegetables, and the birds are fading out of their mouths, and it is really an unexpected surprise to have the opportunity to fight tooth sacrifices.

The senior brothers enthusiastically stepped forward, took seven or eight pheasants from Wei Qiqi's hands, and asked him where he got them, and he would try his luck in two days.

Everyone pricked up their ears, Wei Seventeen half-truths and half-truths said that he was lucky, he met a lone wolf in Tiandu Peak, hurried to catch up, and didn't catch it for a long time, but ran into a nest of pheasants and caught him back. This is not all perfunctory, the pheasant was caught by the green wolf, and he did not bother to make any effort.

Yue Zhilan decided to make a pot of chicken stewed rice, everyone was very happy to hear it, washing rice for washing rice, boiling water for boiling water, helping each other, this is the weather that Xun Ye only had after taking over Qi Yunhe's lineage, and they all tacitly knew each other. Yue Zhilan removed the feathers and washed the pheasant, chopped the breast meat and leg meat and boiled it with rice, and threw the remaining chicken heads and chicken feet into a small iron pot and simmered a pot of thick soup with water. Everyone got together, talked and laughed, and had a little taste of the same door.

Wei Qiqi looked at them coldly, and he didn't feel happy in his heart, nor did he feel a sense of superiority. Some of these trial disciples in front of them are farmers who have no clothes and no food, some are from official families, some are well-dressed, some are the children of merchants, they are calculating, and some are scholars who are full of poetry and books, and they often feel sad, some of them are simple, some are smart, some are rude and dull, and some are quite scheming, but they are also from good backgrounds and good character, and there is no difference between them on the road of cultivating immortals. In front of them, there is only one hurdle, which can be crossed, the sea and the sky, but they can't cross it, and they are still struggling in the mortal dust.

An acquired turbidity in the vast number of living beings, cultivating the incomplete Xiaoyue Gong, chiseling through the six acupoints, forming a complete "Vitality Tide", Wei Qiqi asked himself, is he considered a success? In a sense, yes, from Lao Ya Ridge all the way to Tiandu Peak, he has worked hard, and he has luckily seized the opportunity to take half a step first, but after that? How far can he go on this road? Fifty steps? One hundred steps? Compared with them, what is the difference?

Gains and losses, happiness and misfortune, no one really sees clearly.

Chicken rice was stewed in the big iron pot, pheasant soup was boiled in the small iron pot, the aroma was overflowing, outside the firewood room, the moonlight illuminated the familiar and unfamiliar faces, Wei Qiqi quietly retreated into the shadows, and his heart was full of thoughts. He walked to the edge of the crescent moon pool, raised his head and looked up at the misty Xianyun Peak, that is the place where the disciples of the inner sect of the Xiandu concentrate on cultivating, one day, he will set foot on the Xianyun Peak and become one of them, at that time, what kind of opportunities will there be?

Not far away, there was the noise of the same door, distant and ethereal, as if from another world, those pleasant and unpleasant pasts, at this moment faded out of memory, leaving only a faint sentimentality. Wei Qiqi picked up a stone, threw it into the pool, and hummed in a low voice: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green......

Qin Zhen stood silently behind him, thinking, what kind of song is this, soft, I have never heard it. Memories flood from the bottom of her heart, the past is vivid, and she tries to convince herself not to think about it, but she can't control it. "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered......" The words that Wei Qiqi hummed are not like words, the song is not like a song, the meaning of the words is very shallow, but it touches the soft corner of her heart, plucks the dusty heartstrings, and makes her feel like crying.

Qin Zhen couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what kind of song is that?"

“...... Lige, the song sung when saying goodbye. ”

"That's nice. Where did you learn it?"

Wei Qixin said: "When I was a child, I went to the town to sell animal skins and bones, and I met a down-and-out scholar, and his luggage was stolen. ”

"Senior brother, can you teach me?"

Wei Qiqi laughed, and for no reason remembered an old saying, if you want to know, sleep with your master. He pinched Qin Zhen's chin affectionately and said, "Okay, I'll teach you." ”

On the second day, Wei Qiqi set out to pack his bags, and when his senior brother asked, he only said that he planned to go into the mountain to cultivate in two days and look for an opportunity to break through. When he was ready, he went to Qiu Peach Valley to see Xun Ye.

When passing by the autumn peach forest, he thought of the beautiful girl sitting among the branches and eating peaches, a little nostalgic and a little melancholy.

In the Autumn Peach Valley, in the grass house under the crooked neck tree, Wei Qiqi saw Xun Ye, the first disciple of the head of the immortal capital was still the same, his expression was decadent and unkempt, and on his body, it seemed to shake the shadow of Qi Yunhe.

Wei XVII had seen his master and reported his plans to him, but Xun Ye was not surprised. For Qin Zhen, the trip to the Ghost Gate Yuan was unnecessary, she had good qualifications and did not need to take risks, but for Wei Qiqi, the Ghost Gate Yuan was the best choice. Only by refining the body in the killing can we continue to break through the limit and achieve the legendary "golden body".

If you don't break through in killing, you will perish in killing, and the road of refining the body has always been killed from the pile of bones.

Xun Ye thought about it again and again, and passed it to Wei Seventeen an iron rod and a set of crazy magic stick methods.

The iron rod is three feet long, a thick grip, Xun Ye used a piece of dark iron left by Qi Yunhe to re-smelt, the weight is extremely heavy, the surface is pitted, and the appearance is quite ugly. The Mad Demon Stick Method was obtained from a body refiner in the Cloud Tooth Sect when he traveled the world when he was a teenager, and the Mad Demon took the meaning of "If you are not crazy, you will not become a Buddha".

Xiaoyue Gong and the Mad Demon Stick were the secrets of the Cloud Tooth Sect back then.