Under the bright moon of Lang Lang, He Weiji and Qi Hengduan sat opposite each other.

Nearly half a year has passed, and Qi Hengduan's body is not as good as day by day, although it can be delayed for some more time, but it will be difficult to escape death after all. The old sword fairy himself was impatient, so it was better to stop early.

He Weiji's comprehension of sword intent has reached a bottleneck, although the hugging wood still can't be split, but the bamboo in the back mountain of Liuyang Mountain is already split by him. Qi Hengduan was still quite satisfied with his progress, as he said when he talked to Juelong in private, when he practiced sword intent by himself, it was not very good.

The moon is empty, and it is time to return.

Saying goodbye to Qi Hengduan, who was also a teacher and friend, an inexplicable feeling surged in He Weiji's heart, looking at the other party's gradually pale face, he couldn't help but turn his face away.

Qi Hengduan was unconcerned, and said calmly: "He boy, what are you sad about? ”

He Weiji smiled. Yes, today is not goodbye, when I die again, I will still come back here and see Qi Hengduan again.

"What is the death, I can live well in this life, what are you going to do in the next life?"

"He boy, do you have a solution to the attack of Tiangongmen and the pursuit of Shenyue?"

"No, the juniors can only take one step at a time. ”

Qi Hengduan stood up with difficulty, patted He Weiji's shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's a big deal, and you're not afraid of it anyway." If you really encounter any difficulties that you can't get over, you will come to this back mountain in the next life to ask me, and I am still waiting for you here. ”

He Weiji raised his head and rarely saw a relieved smile on the old sword fairy's face. The next moment, his body gradually turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

I was stunned, but my heart was warm.

Juelong still decided to go to Hanhaizhou alone to live in seclusion, just like in his previous life, before parting, he left a golden dragon pattern on He Weiji's right palm. It's just that this time the sword intent he left behind was not thirty percent, but fifty percent, in the words of Jue Long, He Weiji has achieved sword intent in the past half a year, and the power of his mind has changed qualitatively, which is enough to withstand the sword intent of his five successful powers.

In the early morning of the next day, the bell rang in front of the mountain.

Count the days, and it won't be long before the Nanhai Sky Market opens. He Weiji tidied up his packing and counted the things he was carrying:

A heavy abyss sword, which was exchanged for three thousand two hundred Ruogu Spirit Deed in the Gathering Spirit Palace, is used today.

An iron plaque of the Blood Transformation Gate, and a bottle of colorless, tasteless, and ineffective liquid were obtained by the Demon Dao Soul Breaker in Qinghe Town.

The two East China Sea glazed steel long swords were obtained by suppressing the six-armed yaksha of the demon guard in the Jiuqu Cave Heaven, and the other silver fork was used by Zhang Qiuchi to reforge the umbrella bone.

A jade box of different grasses is picked in the small Qiankun of Jiuqu Cave, and there are many varieties that I don't recognize, let alone know the value.

A silver silk moire talisman pen was picked up in the nameless study of Jiuqu Cave Tian, the pen barrel of the purple leaf silver thread bamboo, and the hairy pen tip on Pingshan Dasheng's own neck, should be the most valuable thing on He Weiji's body.

There are still a few five-element talismans left, two thousand Ruogu Spirit Deeds, and some fragmentary low-level pills.

Pick up and pick up, this is all He Weiji's belongings now, and all he can get his hands on is the box of different grass and the silver silk moire pen, which are all obtained in the Jiuqu Cave, and he can't help but sigh, in the end, it is the great sage of Pingshan before the three tribulations, and a few things in the cave are worth a lot of money.

In front of the main hall, the traveling team was ready to go.

This time, it was still the real person of the empty pole who personally led the team, and Xuan Jing real person and Baoyi real person accompanied him, and there were more than a dozen disciples who went together. Senior brother Zhang Qiuchi stood in the lead, with the umbrella hanging on his back, the umbrella bone shining with a shallow five-color brilliance in the sun, presumably it had been re-forged with the long fork of the glazed steel of the East China Sea.

The female cultivator standing behind her looked older than He Weiji, elegant and demure, it was the third senior sister Dai Yuanqing, a personal disciple of a real person, who was proficient in medical skills and alchemy.

Then there are the fifth senior brother Feng Tang Xu and the eighth senior brother Qu Muxi, one of whom is holding two knives, cold and cold, and one of whom hangs a brocade bag on his waist, containing 7749 green steel nails.

Just like in his previous life, Ye Yushi was naturally among the columns, looking at He Weiji with a smile.

There are three sheepskin bags on the body of a real person, which is a higher-level storage weapon Qiankun bag than the treasure bag, and the things it contains are far better than the treasure bag, and the entire Qingxu Sect is only in the hands of the real person who is in charge of the Gathering Spirit Palace. The materials in the Qiankun bag are all going to be taken to the Nanhai Heavenly Market to sell, and he took out three of them in one go, and I am afraid that the treasury of the Gathering Spirit Hall will be emptied by him at least half.

Seeing He Weiji coming in a hurry, Kongji Zhenren didn't scold, but just signaled him to return to the team quickly.

The other disciples of the Qingxu Sect all stood aside, looking at this team that was about to travel away, with some envy in their eyes. After all, it is a grand event every 600 years, and most of the many disciples present will not even live for 600 years, and if they fail to accompany them this time, they will never have a chance again in this life.

Yao Wuji was also standing among the disciples who saw him off, squeezing his eyebrows at He Weiji, and kept waving. Seeing this, He Weiji complained to Kongji Zhenren and walked over to ask Yao Wuji what was wrong. I saw him take out a treasure bag from his arms and stuff it into He Weiji's hand, the latter was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"This time I went to the South China Sea, didn't I have to pass through the Tanglin Station. It will take a few days for the flying boat to Nanhaidu to arrive, my home is near Tanglin Station, you are estimated to live there temporarily, and you will have to ask my brother to say hello to my father and mother at that time. My father's body is not very good, I have been wanting to see him in the past few years, but I have not had the opportunity to go down the mountain, there are some health and longevity pills in this treasure bag, I asked for a senior uncle, and I also asked my senior brother to help me bring it to him. ”

He Weiji nodded and accepted the treasure bag: "No problem." ”

"And my brother Yao Wuji, since he was a child, he likes to read all kinds of gods and demons, and he has heard stories about the old man talking about overseas immortal mountains, and he wants to cultivate the truth in his dreams, but the master didn't accept him back then, but accepted me. Senior brother, you also know that the mental method of the Qingxu Sect is not allowed to be passed on, I copied a copy of the loose cultivation of qi cultivation techniques from the master, you remember to hand it over to him, don't let my father and mother see it. ”

"Little junior brother, don't worry, I will definitely bring it. Anything else?"

"Yes, yes. Yao Wuyi secretly glanced at Xuan Jing's real person in the distance, and seemed a little difficult to speak. "That...... That one...... There are still a few Thunder Fire Xuanzhu in the treasure bag, senior brother, can you help me take them to the Nanhai Heavenly Market and sell them, and see how much they are worth?"

He Weiji smiled, the little junior brother was really interested in the iron bumps he invented, and immediately promised: "Cheng, senior brother will help you ask." I can say it in advance, in case no one knows the goods, don't blame me for selling it cheaply. ”

Yao Wuyi gritted his teeth and said, "Sell cheaply, sell cheaply!"

From Liuyang Mountain to Zhongyuan Island in the South China Sea, the road is far away, except for Zhang Qiuchi, the other disciples have not yet reached the Jindan realm, they can't fly with weapons, and they don't know how to go to the Year of the Monkey and the Moon by foot strength alone. The land of Yuan Shizhou is boundless, and it is inconvenient for low-level monks to come and go, and if you don't want to hike thousands of miles, you need to take a magic weapon called a flying boat. There are hundreds of post stations in the territory of the Ruogu League, thousands of flying boat routes back and forth, the nearest post station from Qingxu Sect is the Tanglin Post in the east, there is a flying boat that goes straight to the southernmost Yishandu of Yuan Shizhou, and then changes to the sea boat to go to Zhongyuan Island when it arrives at Yishandu. The flying boat goes back and forth every half a month, and it doesn't wait for it to be outdated, and there is a way to hurry up early and not late, so after everything is ready, Kongji Zhenren decided to set off today.

Facing the newborn sunrise, He Weiji is on the road.