Zhanpeng woke up from the bed, he breathed in the fresh air, he looked at the familiar beds around him, and knew that he had finally woken up from his dream. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, he touched the position of his heart, fortunately the heart was still there, but it kept beating violently.

A year ago, Zhan Peng suddenly had a dream when he was taking a nap, in which he was unprecedentedly lucid, in the dream he felt hot and dry, and his body gushed out with impulses.

Zhan Peng thought that he was going to have a wonderful spring dream like before, so he immediately shook his spirits, took out a clean tissue from his pocket, and loosened the belt of his trousers.

kept silently thinking in his heart, "This time it must be the third miss of the Yang family, it must be the third miss, don't be the fat aunt last time, that guy is too scary." ”

There are words in his mouth, and his mind keeps outlining the graceful shadow of the third lady, which is constantly strengthened over and over again.

After half a ring, he opened his eyes, and the vision in front of him still did not change, and the third lady in his memory did not wait for him in a graceful posture.

It's just that there is a suspended leather scroll in front, which is quaint and even a little shabby, giving off the vicissitudes of life. There are several huge cinnabar characters floating on the leather scroll, "Magic Gang Jue".

Zhan Peng roared angrily, his eyes were about to bulge out, and he scolded: "Lao Tzu's pants are all off, and the paper is ready, you can show me this?"

The leather scroll just floated in the air, not at all in response to him.

Of course, Miss Yang Jiasan did not appear as she wished.

Next to the leather scroll, lines of small characters gradually appeared, written in ancient official scripts, Zhanpeng's original culture was not much, even guessing with Mengde, finally guessed a few points.

Probably speaking, Zhanpeng is the reincarnation of an ancient demon power, and his predecessor had supreme mana, but he fell during an inter-clan battle. At the last moment, Zhan Peng's previous life used the Dafa of Tongtian to transform his thoughts into nine parts, distributed in nine different time and space.

And Zhanpeng is the last of these nine time and space, but unfortunately, when Zhanpeng's idea of this time and space landed on the Canghai Continent, he encountered the turbulence of time and space, and the golden scroll of "Demon Gang Jue" was torn apart, and at present, Zhanpeng only has two fragments of the first and second volumes of "Demon Gang Jue" in his mind.

Zhan Peng woke up from the dream, sat up, shook his head, seemed to have an understanding, closed his eyes, and tried to find the figure of the "magic trick" from the dream memory, but found nothing.

With a "snap", Zhan Peng slapped his thigh, secretly scolding himself for being stupid, he was a handyman, how could he be so lucky to get the first treasure book of the Demon Gate, he must have listened to those storytellers talk about flying around during the day, and he was daydreaming again.

However, this dream is too real, and he has done it nine times in a row, and Zhanpeng can't help but feel a little strange in his heart. More are unbelief. In the end, I laughed at myself for being stupid.

"Knock knock", the sound of beating the watch sounded outside the house, and a somewhat shrill, penetrating voice sounded, "On the third watch, the miscellaneous servants got up to work"

Zhan Peng couldn't think about the "magic trick" anymore, he still had very important things to do today, and he had to finish the work he was responsible for first, so that he could spare an hour to go to the center of the town.

He came down from the attic, opened the door of the "Yang Gong Arsenal", and carried out a large wooden barrel that was taller than himself and had a pointed bottom, ready to clean the weapons in the arsenal and sweep the floor.

This large wooden barrel weighs more than 100 catties, and after it is filled with water, it weighs 300 catties.

This is a cultivation prop that he tailors for himself based on a miscellaneous book of body refining in Yang Gong's arsenal, and using it to carry water ten times is a necessary cultivation content every day.

Yang Mansion is located in the southeast of the Imperial City in the rich area, the owner of the mansion Yang Yu is the logistics director of the Protectorate Mansion, mainly to supply weapons and logistics materials for the royal family, and has a pivotal position in the royal family.

Yang Yu himself can also be ranked in the top ten in the entire Xiangxi country's armed forces, and he can be said to be a figure with a head and a face.

Zhan Peng took out a huge tiger deer skin, wiped every weapon in the "Yang Gong Arsenal", and placed each weapon neatly and in his rightful place.

In the past three years, Zhanpeng's main job is to take care of the "Yang Gong Arsenal", so he is familiar with each weapon, every day when he is free, he will carefully play with each weapon when no one is around, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, no one teaches him, he is according to his own understanding of the dance one or two, after a long time, it is really presentable, it can be said that the entire Yang Mansion, the most familiar with weapons is he Zhanpeng.

After cleaning the arsenal, Zhanpeng moved a table and a few chairs to put in the corner, yesterday Steward Li instructed him that there were distinguished guests arriving this afternoon, and told Zhanpeng to prepare some tea and tables and chairs in advance, take care of everything, Zhanpeng locked the big iron door of the arsenal, and then hurriedly walked to the city center.

Today is the day when the spiritual altar is open, and it can be said that it is a big day that has just entered the life of a Qi Gathering Monk.

In the Canghai Continent, every cultivator would develop his own spirit body after gathering qi. The spirit body is also divided into high and low quality, three, six, nine, and so on.

Some monks from poor families have been poor before, but they opened their spiritual bodies in the spiritual altar, and opened high-grade spiritual bodies such as golden tigers, flying eagles, golden swords, and battle axes, which were valued by major sects, and soared to the sky, becoming the pride of the heavens, the Fuze family.

Such a story is widely circulated among the people.

However, after all, this is only a minority, and the probability of one in 10,000 is not necessarily there, because the Canghai Continent is a low-level continent, and the aura is too barren, resulting in the spiritual roots of the monks in the Canghai Continent all contain impurities, so those who can produce good spiritual bodies are rare.

The high-level spirit body Zhan Peng never thought that he could open a mid-level wooden sword spirit body, which would be enough to establish a fist in the Yang Mansion, and the Yang Mansion would also attach importance to his existence, maybe his wish to marry the third lady of the Yang Mansion could also be fulfilled.

Thinking of this, Zhan Peng's eyes showed an excited look, and he patted all the savings of more than ten taels in the past few years, and the cost of opening the spirit body cost ten taels, and maybe he could buy a girl's jade hairpin and give it to the third lady back.

With the identity of his middle-level spirit body, coupled with this jade hairpin, Zhan Peng seemed to have seen the third lady's smiling jade face.

Zhan Peng unfolded his footwork with great interest, and arrived near the spiritual altar in half an hour.

Before dawn, there was already a long queue at the door of the altar, basically all the monks who had just gathered their energy, all kinds of people, the poor were waiting with their own burdens, there were a few young men in brocade clothes, and there was a housekeeper-like person pouring tea and water beside them.

In the farther part of the periphery, there were several groups of men in strong suits, all of whom looked at the monks in line with their eyes like electricity. From the clothes on their bodies, Zhan Peng could see that they were disciples of various major sects, and it seemed that the sect's recruitment of high-level spirit bodies was not false.

Zhan Peng held his head high and joined the queue, his little heart was beating nervously and excitedly, he was really looking forward to the moment when he opened his spirit body for a while, he secretly said in his heart, "Third Miss, you just wait for me to marry you." Quack"