Who the groom is, Kong Zheng doesn't know.

However, the guy who dared to seal the true qi and traveled was definitely not a demon monk.

There are too many enemies in the Demon Path, and they don't have the guts.

Kong Zheng felt that this groom was at least a Confucian cultivator. Cheng Tian muttered some words and songs in his mouth, and also used Lin Qingdeng as a sample to make some meat poems, but Lin Qingdeng couldn't understand it, seeing her ignorant appearance, the groom was very happy.

After staying in the carriage for seven days, there was still more than half a month before the start of the Sancai Festival, and when he heard that he would be able to reach the place in a few days, Kong Zheng decided to stop for a few days.

At night, the stars are in the sky.

In the leeward of the gallop, the old groom lit a bonfire and lay down with his rags.

"Cover the sky and sleep on the fire, don't envy the mandarin ducks and don't envy the immortals. Immortal Master, my bad old man will sleep first, and you have to hurry, remember to wake me up. ”

The old groom had the jar of wine in his arms, and the silver under his head, and after a while the snoring sounded.

Under the starry sky, Lin Qingdeng saw that there seemed to be a ghost fire sparkling in the distance, and was ready to find out.

There was no one in the four fields, so Kong Zheng slapped open the wine jar and stretched out one hand to it.

On his fingers, two poisonous claws stabbed down fiercely, the sting pain was terrible, his soul trembled, Kong Zheng's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his lips were pale, which was painful.

As a monk, even if his finger is broken, he will not be so uncomfortable, Kong Zheng trembled all over: Could it be that the toxins in its poisonous claws have not been removed?

It was only when the whole arm began to tremble violently that a feeling of weakness reappeared.

Tipsy......

His arms were as drunk as if they were uncontrollable, and a smile appeared on Kong Zheng's pale face.

The poison of the Buddha was still removed, and the remaining toxins were replaced with wine poison. It's weak, but it's not fatal.

On the fingers, the spider was drunk, as if it didn't know that its prey was still conscious, it followed Kong Zheng's arm step by step, crawled into the clothes, kept searching, and finally stopped after Kong Zheng.

At this moment, Kong Zheng felt eight sharp claws pierce into the skin of the back heart, and those claws grew in his body like roots, and then began to merge with the meridians.

This is a sign of parasitism.

Kong Zheng closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged, and the next moment, the true qi of his body was absorbed by the Hidden Zen Chelsea Buddha.

Most of the thick true qi in the dantian was stolen at once, and Kong Zheng felt like a small tumor growing on his back, and then heard the sound of the carapace cracking.

Then the firelight, Kong Zheng took off his clothes, took out two bronze mirrors from his baggage, and under the reflection, he saw that the Zen Chela Buddha had faded its original mixed green color, and turned into an emerald-like spider relief, potentially back.

The two poisonous claws put their hands together, turned into stone statues like Zen, and their bodies became motionless.

The true qi was constantly emptied, and in the end, the dantian was empty, and it was all squeezed dry by the Hidden Zen Chelsea Buddha, and Kong Zheng suddenly felt very tired.

Then, Kong Zheng cheered up, stretched out his hand and touched the Youzen Che Buddha, seeing that it did not react, he tried to operate the sword qi, and the true qi stored in the body of the Youzen Che Buddha was suddenly mobilized by Kong Zheng and ran in his body!

"It's done!"

After the true qi stopped running, it entered the body of the Hidden Zen Chelated Buddha again.

This is exactly what makes boarding a success.

Two dantians!

Kong Zheng clenched his fists.

One lifetime apart, Kong Zheng opened up a second dantian in this way!

The Hidden Zen Chelam Buddha is not like the evil bone heavenly dragon that will hurt the life palace, and squeezing the life wheel is indeed the most suitable substitute for the present.

Originally, the Chela Buddha was also extremely difficult to feed, and it was necessary to absorb their own poisons, but in a year's time, Kong requisitioned wine to break its ring, and since then it can be fed with wine, but after the toxicity is gone, the lethality of the Chela Buddha will also be reduced.

"That's fine...... I didn't expect it to help me fight the enemy. ”

Kong Zheng thought so.

......

The next morning, when Lin Qingdeng came back, he found that Kong Zheng was still meditating cross-legged, so he waited.

One wait is three days.

"Little girl, who are you?"

"Swordsman. ”

"Oh, then he's a sword cultivator. ”

Lin Qingdeng was stunned: "Are you playing with my words......"

The old groom laughed and said, "No, just ask." However, what is escaping from his body now is not like sword qi. ”

The old groom seemed to be reminding.

Lin Qingdeng was stunned, she saw that Kong Zheng was full of blood and steaming, and he really didn't look like a kendo monk.

Don't......

"He's not going to go crazy, is he?"

Lin Qingdeng was a little worried, and the old groom glanced at her: "You're worried about him?"

Lin Qingdeng said: "In terms of relationship, he is the master, I am a slave, isn't it normal to worry about him?"

The old groom smiled: "How can the old man think that your cultivation is higher than him." ”

Lin Qingdeng said: "The level of cultivation has nothing to do with identity. He is well-informed, and I would like to think that he is superior to me. ”

As she spoke, Lin Qingdeng made a move, and a ray of flame appeared in the palm of her hand.

She held the flame and leaned over gently, and the old groom narrowed his eyes: the fire of the life guard...... No wonder this girl's breath is wrong, it turns out to be a ghost cultivator.

As soon as the flames came to Kong Zheng's side, he saw Kong Zheng, who was meditating, suddenly open his eyes.

The glint in his eyes flashed away.

The old groom was even more surprised: demonic energy?

"What are you doing?" Kong Zheng saw Lin Qingdeng holding a wisp of flame, ready to blow it out for her.

Lin Qingdeng hurriedly put it away, pouted, and said, "I didn't do anything." I just thought you had gone mad. ”

Kong Zheng stretched.

The bones all over the body are popping like beans.

"No, how many days have I been asleep?"

"Three days. ”

"It's not too early...... Let's go. ”

......

......

There is a dragon vein in Daxia since ancient times, winding from the northwest to the northeast, like a dragon.

The emperors of all dynasties will be buried on the dragon vein, but only the belly of the dragon will never bury people.

This is the retreat of the monks of the Great Xia royal family.

At the same time, the Sancai Festival was also held near the dragon's belly.

Purple Tire City.

This is an ordinary city in Great Xia, but the people who can come here are either rich or noble.

The purple fetus originated from the name of the purple qi dragon fetus, which was the meeting place of the monks of the Great Xia royal family and the mortal world.

Kong Zheng walked in the city and found that this place was not the same as an ordinary mortal city.

Everyone is full of spirit, the face is vigorous, and there are also many monks walking in it, this group of people are dressed in different clothes, all from all over the world masters and Xianmen monks.

"The people here are all very well qualified. ”

Kong Zheng walked all the way and said to Lin Qingdeng.

"What does this mean? Is this a blessed land?"

"I don't know if the blessed land is blessed or not, at least it means that the prestige of the Great Xia royal family is very high, and these people are willing to serve them. ”

Lin Qingdeng nodded as if he didn't understand.

The qualifications are good, but the temperament may be a little worse.

Kong Zheng walked through a street and saw two people fighting.

"Hey, you don't have long eyes when you walk!"

"The anger is so big, people on the street, how can they estimate ants. ”

"Hahaha, what a big breath, it's just a low-level monk, it's not like we haven't slaughtered it!"

Bypassing this group of people, Lin Qingdeng smacked his tongue: "The mortals here seem to have a big temper. Aren't they afraid of misfortune?"

Kong Zheng couldn't answer.

However, he could be sure: "The killing of low-ranking monks by mortals does exist. Maybe they really have the confidence to call out. ”

As they spoke, they saw the registration office of the Sancai Festival on the street, and walked over.