Because they happened to catch up with the breakthrough of Mu Sanqian's realm, the group rested in the wild for a night.

After dawn, the red-clothed people found that Mu Sanqian had returned, but his spirit seemed to be a little poor, and Mu Guiyun had been absent-minded several times when he had asked him to discuss things, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Continuing to get up and go east, Mu Sanqian's abnormal state was even worse, and from time to time he would hold his black ring ruler and babble alone, and Mu Guiyun couldn't help but guess that Mu Sanqian didn't have some hysteria, right?

Mu Sanqian learned about the natal object from Old Man Ning, and felt that if he could refine his ring ruler, he would definitely have an unexpected effect. However, Old Man Ning knew that he knew the natal thing, but he didn't understand the method of refining at all, so he couldn't give any feasible advice at all. So Mu Sanqian made a lot of bullish energy, and after breaking through the realm and entering the upper realm of Mingli, he didn't go to meditate on his luck to stabilize the meridians, and even stopped practicing swords for ten years. I threw myself on the doorway to study the natal things.

Since the prerequisite for the natal thing is to bear the brunt of the first thing is to have such an object that accompanies you all the time, and when it is contaminated enough with your popularity to be nourished with essence blood, the black ruler that Mu Sanqian has been carrying should be satisfied, but the method of raising with essence and blood is that the blind man walks and his eyes are blackened, whether there is a mantra I don't know, whether the ritual is not clear, I can't cut the skin and drip blood to nourish it without knowing anything. If he does this, Mu Sanqian is afraid that the black ruler will not be able to psychic, and he will die first because of excessive blood loss.

There is clearly a way to be hostile to people without using a gas machine, and it is also a backhand killing move that can be taken by surprise to attack its unpreparedness, but I don't know how to practice, even Sword Immortal Ning Xiaoyao doesn't know, this is really, sad and sad.

Mu Sanqian sighed all the way, and if he went on like this, a good boy could be white-headed.

Old man Ning was interested a few times, and took the opportunity to ask Yang Shanzhe and Mu Sanqian to try their hands with him, but every time the two of them were beaten, their noses and faces were swollen. Yang Shanzhe actually became addicted to it later, and he had to go to Old Man Ning to get a few beatings if he had nothing to do. Mu Sanqian was still enthusiastic at first, thinking that it would be good to take the opportunity to learn more things from the old man, but then he gradually became interested. Because Old Man Ning beats people really hard, he still doesn't teach anything at all. Seeing that Yang Shanzhe was beaten every day, I really couldn't figure out why he bothered.

In the end, Yang Shanzhe was the only one who went to find Old Man Ning for advice, and Mu Sanqian continued to stare at his black ruler in a daze.

"Childe, see that you don't keep up with this black ring ruler all day long, is there any difficulty?"

Hongyi was assigned by An Du Mountain to be by Mu Sanqian's side, not only to take care of his diet and daily life, but also to be anxious about what the son was anxious about and think about what the son thought. Since leaving Xishu and breaking through the realm, Gongzi seems to have something on his mind, and he has been sullen, and if possible, Hongyi is naturally willing to relieve Mu Sanqian's worries.

"In red, you're the main self-cultivation method, right? ”

Ten years ago, the red-clothed god did not make Mu Sanqian stunned, but now with the improvement of the realm, I feel that it is a pity to see the talent of the red, and it is a narrow road, but think about the red-clothed after all, it is cultivated according to a dark chess dead man, and it is normal to learn these inappropriate stealth assassination methods.

"Yes, Childe. ”

Hongyi nodded, not knowing why Mu Sanqian asked this.

"Then in General Xihe's mansion, have you seen or heard of the refining method of natal things?"

"Childe wants to refine the natal thing?"

Hongyi was stunned for a moment. The general's mansion has a great cause, not only the art of war array book, but also the secret books on the rivers and lakes. Natal things are not particularly advanced things, although there are very few people who understand them, but after all, this method is designed for those who are difficult to control foreign objects with their own qi, and there is a danger of backlash if they are not careful, so natal things are not the mainstream of the rivers and lakes.

"Forgive the slave maid bluntly, natal things have never been the mainstream of the rivers and lakes, compared with orthodox cultivation, this is an opportunistic road, why would Gongzi suddenly be interested in natal things?"

"Well, I've heard Ning's predecessors talk about it occasionally, and if you don't understand, you want to know more, in case you encounter a natal thing in the future, you can also be prepared. ”

Mu Sanqian casually found an excuse to prevaricate in the past, and he couldn't tell Hongyi that because there was a female madman in his body who wanted to get out, and when she really broke away from his body, he might become a waste person with no qi to use.

In this way, the slave maid knew that there was someone who could help the son answer in detail. ”

Although Hongyi was still skeptical, Childe's wishes, as a subordinate, she still chose to tell everything she knew.

"There is a man named Tang Lu in Xiangyang, who is an old friend of the general, he was the first swordsmith in the old Tang Dynasty, and he is also a legend who can rely on his natal object to be hostile and know his fate without losing. Childe can ask him, and based on his friendship with the general, he should not be stingy. ”

"Really?"

Because a natal thing was enough to give Mu Sanqian a headache for more than ten days, and at this time, he suddenly felt very relieved when the peak circuit was transferred.

"General Mu, please send a message to the six hundred brothers who stayed at the border, let them not wait, go directly to Xiangyang, let's take the waterway all the way to the east, and meet in Xiangyang when the time comes!"

"Huh?"

Mu Guiyun rode in front, and suddenly heard Mu Sanqian arrange the next trip.

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Caojiagou is a remote village bordering Xishu on the west road of the south of the Yangtze River, which is desolate and often rampant with mountain bandits.

There are dozens of households in Caojiagou, but there are only hundreds of people. There are always the advantages of fewer people, but whenever an outsider comes here, you can see it at a glance, not to mention the immortal Taoist priest who wears a clean purple and yellow robe and a feather crown on his head.

The Taoist priest came to the village with him, and there were more than a dozen men who looked like thieves, and they didn't look like good people. But the Taoist priest had an extraordinary temperament, so that people didn't realize that he had him, and he really couldn't figure out how he could get mixed up with a dozen rough men.

After they entered the village, they lived in a mountain temple that had been dilapidated for many years. After staying for a few days, the dozen or so lewd men actually renovated the mountain temple under the command of the old Taoist priest.

On the day when the temple reopened, the old Taoist priest also went to the village to invite the villagers to incense, looking at the new mountain temple, the villagers all wanted to rebuild the mountain temple with their teeth, how much did it cost?

However, the construction of the temple is all about the old way of people contributing money and efforts, but they didn't ask the people in the village for a son.

The old Taoist priest told the villagers that they were wandering cultivators, and they couldn't live here for long, and the mountain temple was still an asset in the village.

Later, the old Taoist priest opened a hexagram in the temple to help the villagers calculate good fortune and fortune, and even when the hunting could have a harvest.

What a living immortal. After a long time, almost everyone in the village said so. I gradually got used to it, and if I wasn't sure about something, I went to the old Taoist priest to calculate a hexagram, and there was nothing that didn't work.

Later, those who followed the old Taoist priest went from house to house in the village to ask if there were any nine-year-old children in the family, and if so, they asked in detail about their birthdays. Finally, I asked the youngest son of Cao Dazhu's family in the village, who was nine years old and born in early September.

The old Taoist priest then came to visit, and brought many good things that the villagers had never seen before and were not named.

After the greetings, the old Taoist priest explained his intention, and he wanted to take Cao Dazhu's son to him as a closed disciple.

Cao Dazhu hesitated for a moment, but looked at the expensive gifts piled up on the table, gritted his teeth and said yes. The son can learn things from the old immortal, that is the son's creation, and there are four children in his family, and he has accepted one as an apprentice for the old immortal, and three can support his own retirement. Although he didn't know what the old immortal meant by the closed disciple.

So he immediately called his youngest son, who was playing outside, to kowtow to the old Taoist priest and bow to the teacher.

The old Taoist priest also named this newly recruited disciple, called Cao Shuanglu. This name is good, and when you hear it, you are knowledgeable, and I don't know how much better it is than the Cao Sigou who I called casually before.

After that, nine-year-old Cao Shuanglu followed the old Taoist priest to live in the mountain temple.

Every day, I get up early in the morning with the master, chant and meditate, chop wood and practice, and listen to the old Taoist priest in the evening. For Cao Shuanglu, this is much harder than at home, but it is also fulfilling.

After a month, the old Taoist priest and his party finally had the intention of leaving.

When they left, the whole village went to see them off, Cao Dazhu walked at the front of the send-off procession, and kept telling the villagers, do you see, the one wearing a clean robe, but his own son, has become a closed disciple of the old fairy! Cao Dazhu felt that his face was extremely bright, not only because his son was accepted as an apprentice by the old immortal, but also because of the twenty taels of snow-white silver that he held tightly in his arms.

It's a full twenty taels, but it's a lot of money that people in the mountains have never seen in their lives.

The old Taoist priest and his entourage left Caojiagou and ran straight north, and only stopped when they reached the edge of the Jiahe River.

"Master, where are we going?"

Cao Shuanglu, who had already identified the old Taoist priest as his master, looked at the master who kept pinching his fingers and asked.

"Go to Dan Styx Lake. ”

The old Taoist priest put away his hand, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Twenty taels of silver bought a Chongyang boy, and there is really no more cost-effective deal in this world.

In this way, everything is ready, just waiting for the demon at the bottom of the lake to appear!