After Qi Yue sat down, Chao Zimo also walked in with a calm face, Chu Zhengqi and the two were busy eating and didn't notice his expression, and of course they didn't know that they were about to separate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're going to leave tomorrow, I wish you a triumphant return!" Qi Yue took the wine and drank it down.

Seeing this, Yang Qiu put down the food in his hand and picked up the wine glass, and said, "Thank you, Brother Yue, I did it too!"

Of course, Chu Zhengqi is not far behind, although he is not very old, the amount of alcohol is not small, and he directly picked up the wine jug and drank wildly, but his face never changed.

Putting down the flask and burping, Chu Zhengqi looked at Qi Yue and asked, "Brother Yue, why don't you go with us?"

Not only did he not understand, but even Yang Qiu slowed down his eating speed and looked over.

Qi Yue's expression was gloomy, and he repeated what he had said to Chao Zimo before.

Chao Zimo on the side also helped explain: "Your brother Yue has a master's order and can't be disobeyed, this time it's the turn of the three of us to shine."

Hearing this, Chu Zhengqi lowered his head and was discouraged, and said, "I thought it would be a pity to be able to fight side by side with Brother Yue again."

"Yes, but Brother Yue, don't worry, even if you are not with us, you will fall into the water of those evil demons, and you will never fall into the prestige of my Sword Sect!"

Qi Yue looked at the three brothers who were about to go down the mountain, and felt a little sad in his heart, it was really embarrassing that he couldn't stand side by side with them at such an important moment.

The mood of several people was very low, and Chao Zimo hurriedly picked up the wine bowl, relieved the atmosphere and said: "Okay, let's not talk about unhappy things today, come, drink!"

When these words were spoken, Yang Qiu slapped the table and turned his heart sideways, lifted a jar of good wine from his side, and said boldly"

Let's get drunk today!"

The atmosphere was instantly aroused, the four of them picked up the wine utensils and drank without speaking, and two hours passed between pushing the glass and changing the lamp, and Yang Qiu and Chu Zhengqi had fallen to the ground.

Only Qi Yue remained sober because he was not drunk because of his physical problems, and as for Chao Zimo, he made preparations in advance and forced the wine out with his true qi, but he was still sober.

Looking at Chu Zhengqi, who was sleeping very peacefully on the ground, Chao Zimo's heart was mixed.

"Hopefully he won't blame me when he wakes up"

............

The next morning, the sky was overcast and somewhat oppressive, and there was a slight sense of tension in the air.

At the foot of Ziyang Mountain, many send-off disciples had already gathered in the huge open space, including Qi Yue, who had not slept all night last night to pack his bags for the two.

Yang Qiu, who had just woken up from a hangover, had not woken up yet, rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes and said, "Really don't let Brother Chu go?"

Qi Yue looked at Chao Zimo dumbly

"I have already written to his family, and someone will come to pick him up in a few days, and I will ask you to help me persuade him then."

"Alas~ I hope he will listen to me then"

Qi Yue knew in his heart that with Chu Zhengqi's character, he was afraid that he would not go home obediently, and the reason why he promised Chao Zimo was just that he could leave with peace of mind.

I wanted to say a few more words to the two of them, but Elder Song Yu was notoriously punctual, and he arrived early with Ling Zhan and the others.

Qi Yue found that the two of them didn't seem to be in a good mood today, I don't know if they were worried about the weather or some other reason, in short, they just looked at the number of people at random, and set off directly with a wave of their hands.

"Brother Qi, farewell!"

"Brother Yue, take care!"

The black clouds in the sky gradually gathered, and the breeze that had been caressing became more violent, and with a shocking thunderclap, the heavy rain poured down and drenched the unprepared disciples.

Qi Yue didn't seem to be aware of the arrival of the heavy rain, and when the other disciples ran towards the mountain, he was the only one who stood quietly in the rain and looked at the direction of Yang Qiu and the others, even though they had already gone out of sight.

Letting the heavy rain drench himself, Qi Yue didn't use his true qi to stop it, and after a long time, he sighed and turned to leave.

Ziyang Peak is more than 1,000 zhang high, the first of all peaks, standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that you can reach out and touch the clouds.

On weekdays, there are always some disciples who lie on it empty, doing nothing and quietly watching the clouds roll up, which can be regarded as a pleasant thing.

But in such a rainstorm, there was a danger of being struck by lightning at any time, and everyone except the patrol disciples returned to their rooms one after another, and the mountains seemed to be silent all of a sudden.

Chu Zhengqi had already woken up in the afternoon of the same day, and was extremely depressed after learning that he had been abandoned, and he didn't speak much for three or four days, until a wave of special guests came to Qixia Courtyard.

Chao Zimo wrote a letter to Chu Zhengqi's family before leaving, and after his family learned about the current situation, he sent someone to Ziyang Peak as quickly as possible.

Chu Zhengqi left

Maybe it was because of the blow, he left quietly with the servant without crying or making a fuss, maybe he would never come back.

With days of heavy rain in the mountains cutting off the hustle and bustle of the past, and the only one who could speak resolutely left, Qi Yue looked at the rain-soaked pond in the courtyard, and he knew it was time to retreat.

Prepare the food and water source, completely close the Qixia Courtyard, lock the doors and windows, light a furnace of fragrance to fill the entire hut, and slowly close your eyes with the Silent Luck Fusion Determination Method.

The cultivation speed of the middle-level spiritual incense far exceeded that of the low-level, and he had completed seven more tempering times after an hour, but this was far from meeting the requirements of the second layer, and he started the longest retreat on his cultivation path with a little spiritual incense.

On the first day, a total of 41 exercises were practiced

Thirty-six times the next day

Twenty-four times on the third day

.........

Time passed day by day, Qing Yingzi did not come back, and the first batch of disciples sent out did not send back the good news, many days of heavy rain were sunny and cloudy, and there were two cases in succession during the days of Qi Yue's retreat, and the disciples were struck by lightning and died, and for a while, no one dared to go out at will in the entire Liuyang Peak.

A whole month has passed, and the news on the rivers and lakes is fluctuating, and the news that the Righteous Dao Sect has been captured by the evil army has been constantly coming.

What's even more frightening is that the northern barbarian army has begun to march south, and at the same time, the army of the Linxian Kingdom in the west also seems to have the intention of counterattacking, which makes the already stormy Yanting even worse.

And Qi Yue turned a deaf ear to all this, except for coming out once a month to receive spiritual incense and prepare food, the rest of the time was not wasted on cultivation.

At the same time, the disciples of Qingyang Peak gradually discovered a strange thing, every other month, there would always be a disciple who came to the Spirit Treasure Pavilion to exchange a large amount of spiritual incense, the strangest thing was that the momentum of this person's body was more and more amazing, and even later when he walked into the Treasure Pavilion, all the disciples had to retreat a large distance to avoid being hurt by him.

Half a year passed in a flash, and Qi Yue's cultivation was finally coming to an end after six months.

Nine hundred and ninety times of refining his meridians have been alienated, and under his inner gaze, it seems that countless golden lines in his flesh have woven into a huge net, although he has not yet tried it, but Qi Yue can be sure of one thing.

Now, even if he is a master of the Netherworld Realm, he will never surpass him in terms of meridian tenacity, and this is only the result of nine hundred and ninety tempering, you must know that the remaining ten times are the real key.

Now the ordinary spiritual incense could no longer meet his requirements, and instead there were ten boxes of sixth-grade spiritual incense in front of him, as well as a thumb-sized box of seventh-grade high-grade spiritual incense.

These things cost him almost half of his family fortune, and he entrusted the gold in the space and the divine soldiers in the treasury to Zhengyi to sell in Hengzhou City, and only exchanged for these eleven boxes of spiritual incense, it can be said that Qi Yue has completely lost his rationality in order to advance to the second layer of his dreams.

Carefully lit a furnace of six-grade spiritual incense, a rich and long-lasting fragrance crowded towards Qi Yue.

Not daring to waste the slightest, Qi Yue hurriedly incorporated his luck into his body.

However, as soon as the pure qi entered the body, it turned into an unstoppable force, washing the golden meridians like a big wave of sand.

Even the meridians that Qi Yue thought were indestructible just now, he couldn't help but feel a little hard when he encountered this force, and a long-lost feeling of meridian swelling and pain faintly emerged.

Qi Yue was surprised and delighted, and said in his heart, "The money is really not in vain, I'm afraid I don't need seven spiritual incense at this pace."

It's a pity that it backfired, the difficulty of refining the meridians increased faster than Qi Yue imagined, the first furnace of spiritual incense was quenched twice, and the second furnace had been reduced to one, and so on more and more rarely, when the ten furnaces and six spiritual incense were completely used up, only to see that the refining was five times, and there were still five full times.

Looking at the remaining box of seven-grade spiritual incense in front of him with a gloomy face, Qi Yue knew that this was his last hope, and he could only try his best to succeed or not.

Putting a thumb-sized black incense into the incense burner and lighting it was done countless times in half a year, but unlike the imaginary scene, the fragrance did not immediately emit out.

The expensive incense burner seemed to be a little difficult to decompose the high-grade spiritual incense, and after lasting for about a cup of tea, a special smell suddenly filled the room when Qi Yue was about to give up.

This smell did not have any fragrance, but after inhaling it in the mouth and nose, it could make people unconsciously feel a sound from ancient times, a power from the barbarian era rushed into Qi Yue's body at a rapid pace.

For the first time, the heart method of fusing the pulse was running independently, and in the blink of an eye, a tempering had been completed, but Qi Yue, who was looking inward, was a little dumbfounded.

This kind of power seems to be endless and arrogant, refusing to stop at all, and in the blink of an eye, all five tempering exercises were completed, and Qi Yue only heard a crisp sound of "pop".

All the meridians suddenly contracted extremely quickly, and they had disappeared before Qi Yue didn't even react.

Just when he was at a loss, the dantian connected under the meridians also began to shrink, and the speed was no less than that of the meridians.

In the face of this change, Qi Yue was helpless and could only watch, the dantian shrank little by little until it was finally as big as a grain of rice, and suddenly stopped contracting, and his body was still for a while.

Qi Yue hadn't heard this situation mentioned by his master at all, and naturally he didn't know what to do, but he had a hunch that something big would definitely happen next.

(To be continued.) )