Zhang Qian took care of his thoughts, and he didn't want to waste his efforts here at the moment.

"You and Black Eagle will live in this mountain forest in the future, and this Flame Hell Hall is surrounded by many restrictions and murderous opportunities, so don't try it lightly. Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed the white ape's neck and dragged him back, and didn't say more, although his heart was simple and simple, but his brain was not stupid, he knew what was dangerous, he would not touch it easily, just like the medicine field that plagued Wang Shu in the valley, he would never move rashly, and then glanced at the black eagle, which meant entrusting the white ape to him, and took ten bottles of Gushou Pill and threw it over, saying: "You two live in this mountain, and no one restricts your freedom, just take care of him on weekdays, don't let him get into trouble." ”

Black Eagle responded, and did not refuse, his heart was a little moved by Zhang Qian's magnanimity and benevolence, of course, he did not show it, he always maintained a trace of stalemate pride in front of outsiders.

Zhang Qian's eyes closed slightly, and he didn't say anything, turning around and returning to the White Bone View.

After the four quiets, take out the burned and somewhat deformed storage ring from the dust cave, waste a lot of effort to refine it successfully, the divine consciousness invaded it, only to see that the space is already precarious, like a building that is about to collapse, there is sky light on all sides, Zhang Qian hurriedly took out all the things in it, lost the support of the material, the whole space collapsed suddenly, a strong tearing force diffused, and the body of the pull was slightly shaking, fortunately, the dust cave in the storage ring was very fragile, It was small, and the damage caused by the collapse was extremely limited, and it did not cause him any substantial damage.

He shifted his gaze to the front of him, only to see a mess scattered on the ground.

More than a dozen bottles of Earth Spirit Pill, it is estimated that there are more than 100 pieces, in addition to a few rune papers that record the contribution value of the sect, but there are quite a few, a full 100,000.

Zhang Qian put these things away together, but his more thoughts were attracted by three other things, two jade slips that recorded Taoism and a bronze mirror engraved with the pattern of a vermilion bird.

Holding the bronze mirror and pondering it for a moment, it seems to be a spiritual treasure.

It's just that there is an extremely pure and vast aura lingering on it, like a scorching sun, and the divine consciousness is entwined, and it is almost wiped out by that breath.

At this time, it is extremely difficult to even find out, let alone sacrifice.

In desperation, he put this bronze mirror into the broken jade, and then took the jade slip and carefully figured it out, one was Zhang Qian's long-term "Heart and Void Refining Fire Technique, Part II", and the other one was not engraved, and I don't know what the exercise was. Zhang Qian's cultivation is even the realm of Yuan Jing Yunbu Dacheng, condensed the chaotic essence fetus, and the state of mind has already been perfected, only a glimmer of opportunity to enter the realm of a hundred bones and unimpeded, it can be said that everything is ready only to owe the east wind, and this east wind is the cultivation method of the next realm, everything is recorded in this next chapter, and now that he has it, he immediately sinks his divine consciousness into it, and suddenly there is an illusion in front of him, dark and empty.

In the boundless darkness, there seemed to be a bottomless crack, in which a dim, scorching red light swelled.

Then a stream of viscous magma erupted from it, filling the dark world.

The world is spinning, and I don't know the years.

In the scorching magma, the most primitive life was gradually born, without wisdom and consciousness, but just constantly devouring and growing, and constantly asking for this heaven and earth.

This is life, and although this change is simple, it has a profound artistic conception, and it is by no means describable in words.

Zhang Qian's heart gave birth to a sense of understanding and thoroughness.

Five hearts sat quietly on the futon, took out four or five earth spirit pills and held them in his mouth, his eyes slightly closed.

The earth spirit pill is refined by the aura of the soil germination, the emperor is blessed with thunder and rain and dew, the sun, moon and stars, the thick soil carries all things in the world, and contains the grass and trees to live and live, this earth spirit pill has a similar effect, after the pill is dissolved in the abdomen, I feel a warm feeling all over my body, as if there is infinite vitality bursting out from every drop of blood, the chaotic essence tire in the sea of qi is getting stronger and stronger, and the beating rhythm is becoming more and more calm.

Zhang immersed himself in the mysterious artistic conception of the birth of life, using the chaos essence tire as the lungs of the earth, waiting for the wisp of lava to break out of the shell.

The whole process is slow and calm.

Time flies, and January is fleeting.

It is already summer and autumn outside the White Bone Temple, and the weather has a hot and cool meaning.

Tianlu Peak mutual market, Wanyuan Pavilion.

There was a look of anger on the face of the Ziguang Daoist, and he paced to the middle of the hall, looking at the Guanglu Daoist who was looking through the account book with a focused expression on his desk.

Looking at the emaciated back, a strong disgust swelled in the hearts of the Purple Light Daoists, and they remembered the previous questioning. Suspicious and even a little threatening, if it weren't for the business principle of harmony and wealth, at this time, he couldn't lift the chair to give him a moment, so as to dissipate the anger in his heart, but Guanglu Dao people are the true inheritance of Tianlu Peak, and they still belong to the kind that holds real power, if he still wants to do it in peace and stability, he doesn't dare to offend him too hard, but he is so bullied, it is difficult to calm down the anger in his heart, his tone is a little stiff, and he said: "My account books for the past six months are all here, but there is something you are looking for?"

"What's going on?" Guanglu Daoist was dizzy by the thick account books, and he was even more irritated when he urged him like this, pointing to one of the records and asking.

On the fourteenth day of the first month of the first month of the Bingwu year, Zhang Qian took away the seven boxes of elixir that Yan Shiping had stored in the building, and purchased a copy of the secret book of "Blood Refining Black Gold Sword Qi" on the same day.

Since that day, after knowing that there was an accident in Taijing, the Guanglu Daoist has been secretly investigating the matter, although there are suspected targets, there is no clue and evidence and there is no way to start.

In the end, as a last resort, I made this decision and began to investigate one by one.

If Taijing really suffers a misfortune, then some of the relics on his body will inevitably enter the market through the hands of the murderer, leaving clues.

It's a pity that this kind of speculation is too probable, Guanglu Daoist people have been busy for many days, completely like headless flies, making them extremely anxious, at this time, it is not easy to find a clue about Zhang Qian, but it has nothing to do with the truth he wants to know, at this time, listening to the urging of the Ziguang Dao people, and remembering that Zhang Qian seems to have a trace of inexplicable connection with this Wanyuan Pavilion, he is even more suspicious, and he grabbed this record and questioned, a little nonsense.

"Isn't it clearly written on this?" the Purple Light Daoist sneered.

"You!" Guanglu Daoist slammed the ledger on the desk, but he couldn't find an explanation, after all, there was really no connection between the two things, and there was no room to use the topic to play.

The people of Ziguang Dao were also irritated by his arrogant arrogance, and scolded secretly in their hearts: "Feelings, this Wanyuan Building is opened by your family, you can do whatever you want, I will show you the account book, and you are not satisfied, if you have to inch in, you will blame the old man for turning his face and not recognizing people." Of course, it is impossible to pick these words to your face, and when it comes to your mouth, there are only two boring and impersonal words left: "What?"

Guanglu Daoist was irritable at this time, and he had no intention of competing with him in words, and he couldn't compete with such a flamboyant businessman, so he said straight to the point: " The old man also made it clear, the dog was assassinated half a year ago, and the murderer has not been found so far, but the people who have a grudge against him are counted by five fingers, and the person who is the most suspicious is Zhang Qian, who is the guest of honor of your Wanyuan Pavilion, and a month ago, someone also saw your junior brother ghost walking with him, and it seems that the relationship is good, just on the same day, my Tianlu Peak disciple Xu Shi died without knowing anything, should you tell me something?"

The Ziguang Daoist only felt funny when he heard this, his mind was only in business, and he had no interest in this rumor, and he didn't know much about the relationship between the ghost and Zhang Qian.

At this time, he was inexplicably suspicious of his head, and he was angry with a toothache.

"According to what you say, the head of the house is also a guest in my building, can I climb his big tree? ridiculous!" The Ziguang Daoist shook his sleeves fiercely, stood with his hands in his hands, and raised his eyebrows coldly, and then thought about it carefully, and felt that there was something in the words of this Ziguang Dao person, and the meaning was far more than that. I know what you mean, Xu Shi's death that day was weird, I have also heard of it, it is indeed like falling under the ghostly sadistic curse of my Youyou Peak, you have no evidence to prove Zhang Qian, so you suspect that it was my junior brother who did it?

Guanglu Daoist was already clueless at this time, and when he heard him mention it, he also felt that it made sense, but it seemed to have caught some clues.

"Half a year ago, my son had already entered the realm of Yuan Jing like a sea, and he was only half a step away from condensing the Chaos Essence Fetus, and that Qian was not Xu Shi's opponent at that time, how could he pose a threat to him?"

Ziguang Daoist really didn't expect that when he handed him a pole, he climbed up, so angry that his liver hurt, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "I said that you are a dead son who is overly sad and has hysteria? I still have to do business, don't entangle with me, otherwise you will ruin the same relationship, and I deeply regret your son's affairs. ”

Guanglu Daoist was pushed a little hairy, but at this time, the involvement was too complicated, and he really didn't dare to make trouble.

The Purple Light Daoist pushed him effortlessly to the door, and then called the disciples in the building with great impatience and ordered: "Send off guests." ”

"Fuck off, I'll go myself. With a wave of his sleeves, the Guanglu Daoist shook the disciple back a few steps and left angrily.

The Purple Light Dao people watched him roll out of his field of vision, and then he felt that the evil breath in his heart was soothed, and he took a sip: "Old horseman, I have done all the bad things on weekdays, and I deserve the retribution at this time." ”

(To be continued)