"Give it to me for nothing?" Mo Chong was stunned for a moment.

Jiu Zhongxian said: "Yes, didn't the old man make it very clear before? The old man has no disciples, nor any relatives, and it is a waste to keep this thing, so I will give it to you." ”

Half a day later, in the wing room of Huayun Hall for the monks stationed in the hall to rest, Mo Chong played with an arrow-shaped magic weapon in his hand, which was the cold arrow flying magic weapon of the wine fairy.

This thing flew so fast that Mo Chong naturally couldn't bear to refuse, so he took it for himself. Thinking of the depressed expression and muttering words of the wine fairy at that time, Mo Chong couldn't help but laugh again. It's not that he can't bear a few jars of fine wine, but the few jars in his hand are too high, and he is suspected of shocking the world.

However, Mo Chong had already thought about it, brewed a dozen jars of Qingshuang White Dew Wine, and sent it back to the wine immortals. After saying goodbye to the wine fairy just now, he had already gone to the shops in the city to buy all kinds of wine-making materials, just waiting to enter the Yuheng Palace to seal the cylinder. Now Mo Chong has a lot of experience in brewing Qingshuang White Dew Wine.

When it comes to the technique of sake brewing, there is a lot of rumor in the world. However, it is a matter of secret which sake is made with which method and method is of the highest quality. The recipes of most wineries have been improved over several generations, dozens of generations. After all, the spiritual wine that immortal cultivators drink will take decades at every turn, and even monks can't withstand how many times they wait.

But Mo Chong has the Yuheng Palace, a space that is not on the same interface. Others have waited for decades, and in him it is only a matter of days. As a result, Mo Chong is able to get results very quickly and know which methods and techniques are most effective in making Qingshuang White Dew wine. Now the ink punch. Although the success rate of brewing Qingshuang white wine is still between 55 and 5. And with the year more than forty years. The success rate is still declining. But it's much better than everyone else.

"Whew. Whoops. ”

On the back of the hand, the Yuheng Palace pattern flashed. The time has come. Seeing this, Mo Chong immediately put away the cold arrow in his hand and entered the Yuheng Palace.

Naturally, there is not much to say about the winemaking process. After sealing the materials, Mo Chongbian moved the wine jars into the secret room, and then, as usual, checked the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword, which had not been formed for a long time.

"En!?" Picking up the sword box containing the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword in his hand, Mo Chong was stunned. More than ever. The sword case in his hand suddenly became much lighter today.

"Could it be that the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword has finally taken shape!?" Mo Chong's heart moved. Immediately without thinking about it, he reached out and lifted it.

"Whew!"

A colorful streamer, at the moment when Mo Chong opened the sword box, suddenly rose into the sky, hit directly on the protective shield of Yuheng Palace, and quickly penetrated the protective shield, shooting towards the boundless nothingness. Look at the sword box again. At this time, there was a simple and simple sword in the sword box, as if it was a long sword made of gray wood.

'This is the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword!?'

Mo Chong was stunned for a moment. The Eight Desolation Yuan Sword in front of him looked not much different from the sword embryo he had smelted with the Extraterrestrial Meteorite, but the color was ......

No. It's not just about color. Mo Chong soon discovered that there seemed to be a strange attraction on the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword. Facing it is like looking at the vast starry sky. The surrounding aura automatically centered on the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword, forming a black vortex. As the range of the whirlpool became larger and larger, Mo Chong, who was in it, seemed to be deep in the cosmic starry sky, and a little starry light began to appear around him.

This dreamlike scene made Mo Chong stunned, and after a while, Mo Chong reflected, and immediately bit his fingertips and dripped a few drops of essence blood on the sword body. When the magic weapon is refined, it is natural to drip blood to recognize the master.

"Boom!"

Another burst of light. This time, it was the dazzling gray light that burst out on the body of the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword. After the gray light flashed, the colorful streamers and black swirls that rose into the sky disappeared. Only the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword was still lying quietly in the sword box. There are two quaint and esoteric words on the sword. Although Mo Chong saw these two words for the first time, he shouted out: "Xingchen!?"

"Haha! Yes, you are the Star Sword!" Mo Chong grabbed the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword with one hand. And holding this sword in his hand, the black vortex that had disappeared reappeared. At the same time, Mo Chong could feel that there were wisps of sword qi, which were gathering from all directions, towards the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword.

"Is this!?" Mo Chong was stunned. What gathered was the Eight Desolations Sword Qi. However, isn't the Eight Desolation Sword Qi produced by cultivating the Eight Desolation Sword Technique?

'Yes!' Heaven and earth have sword energy, mixed with manifolds. Below is the river, and above is the sun!'

Mo Chong's eyes flashed suddenly. At this moment, his understanding of the Eight Desolations Sword Technique has entered a deeper level. In the past, it was just reciting the mantra, but now, the sword qi between heaven and earth is converging, and this feeling and realization is much more profound than just meditating and cultivating according to the mantra.

The sword qi that gathered from all directions quickly filled the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword in Mo Chong's hand. The black vortex disappeared with it. Seeing this, Mo Chong was stunned for a moment, and then showed a slight look of disappointment. It turned out that the Eight Desolation Sword Qi absorbed by the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword was only filling itself. In this way, if you want to perform the 'Qiankun Slash', you can't do it, you have to accumulate the Eight Desolations Sword Qi in your body.

"Boom!"

A loud bang interrupted Mo Chong's musings. Mo Chong was startled, and immediately looked up and looked in the direction where the voice came from. I saw that above my head, many monsters had gathered outside the protective shield of Yuheng Palace. Some of these monsters are shaped like skeletons, some are human-faced beasts, some are as big as houses, and some are as small as mustard seeds. These many monsters were surrounded by the protective light shield of Yuheng Palace, and some had already begun to kill each other. And the loud sound was a stone figure more than three feet high, holding the stone sword in its hand and slashing towards the light shield.

These monsters outside the Yuheng Palace, Mo Chong is not the first time he has seen them. After being stunned for a moment, I immediately understood. They must have been attracted by the colorful streamers emitted by the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword just now.

'Hmph, it's these things again. Mo Chong frowned. There is nothing he can do about these things, but fortunately, the protective shield of Yuheng Palace is thick enough. It shouldn't matter. Immediately. Mo Chong put away the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword in his hand. I'm going to go to the secret room to find peace.

However, Mo Chong's unintentional action seemed to stimulate the monster outside the light mask. Those monsters who were originally watching, killing each other, and floating around, after Mo Chong put away the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword, as if they had received a stimulus, they all rushed towards the light shield outside the Yuheng Palace. Although the light shield outside the Yuheng Palace was thick, it was attacked by these many monsters together, and it immediately began to flash.

'Damn!' Mo Chong saw this. As soon as his complexion changed, he immediately flipped his palm and took out the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword again.

Seeing the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword again, most of the monsters outside the light mask immediately stopped attacking, just staring intently at the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword. The remaining half of the light shield became even more frantic while his eyes flickered. In this regard, Mo Chong is also unthinkable. For the first time, he had the idea of leaving the Yuheng Palace quickly.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A violent roar, accompanied by the flickering of the light mask. Although it was only for half an hour. In Mo Chong's feeling, it is almost longer than a jiazi. Knowing that those monsters outside the light mask were definitely comparable to monks above the primordial infant stage. I can't do anything about it, and that feeling almost makes people go crazy. Fortunately, Mo Chong spent a lot of time brewing wine before checking the sword box, otherwise Mo Chong might not have been able to wait for being teleported out, and he would have already had a nervous breakdown.

When the Yuheng Palace pattern flashed again on the back of the hand. Mo Chong is almost like a blessing from heaven. The monsters outside the light mask also seemed to feel something at this time, and those who were still and staring at each other suddenly all rushed to the protective shield outside the Yuheng Palace again. However, Mo Chong took the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword with him, and he quickly disappeared from their sight.

"Bang. ”

There was a soft thud. With the ink rush disappearing. The protective shield of the Yuheng Palace, which was floating in the black void, disappeared immediately. The many monsters that attacked the shield immediately crashed into the Yuheng Palace. At this time, these monsters were furious because they had lost the traces of the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword, and immediately began to kill each other. Of course, this battle that is not on the same interface has nothing to do with Mo Chong.

"Whew. ”

In the wing room of Huayun Palace, Mo Chong let out a long breath, and then the whole person collapsed on the bed. His body and nerves were too tense just now, and he couldn't stand up properly at this moment. Originally, he practiced every day, so let's let it go today, he was too tired.

"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk. ”

Early the next morning, before Mo Chong started his duty, someone came to the door. When I opened the door, there was an old man with a rosacea nose outside, who was the fairy in the wine.

The wine fairy came to the door. Of course, Mo Chong knew the other party's intentions, but before the Qingshuang Bailu wine was brewed, he said casually: "Oh, the wine seniors are here, please come in." ”

The wine fairy did not enter the house immediately, but shrugged his nose first, and then said in disappointment: "You...... Whew, you didn't drink last night, did you?"

'Drinking?' Mo Chong smiled bitterly in his heart. I almost lost my life last night, where is I in the mood to drink?

At this time, the wine fairy said again: "Come on, Mo boy, this time, I came here as a gift for you." Come with me. ”

"Another gift?" Mo Chong was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly waved his hand and said: "The juniors have already been taken care of by the seniors, but they don't dare to receive the generous gifts of the seniors anymore." ”

The wine fairy smiled and said, "Really don't!?"

With the example of the cold arrow, Mo Chong was very curious about what the wine fairy had brought this time, and finally he couldn't hold back his curiosity and followed behind the wine fairy.

This time, the wine fairy rushed out of the city without ink, and after leaving the Huayun Palace, he turned two streets and arrived in front of a slightly gloomy hall. There is a plaque hanging in front of the hall, with two big black characters on it: 'Torture Hall'!

'Torture Hall!?' Mo Chong was stunned. What kind of place is the torture hall, naturally there is no need to say much. How did the wine fairy bring himself here, is it......

In his heart, he was suspicious, and the wine fairy had already walked in first. Seeing this, Mo Chong sighed secretly, and had no choice but to follow. It's still the same sentence as before, with the other party's cultivation, it is easy to attack yourself, and you can't hide it.

There weren't too many scary furnishings in the torture hall, actually. The torture hall was completely empty, except for the floor paved with unknown black stones. At this time, in the middle of the torture hall, there was a monk with a blank expression kneeling.

"Of course you recognize him?" said the Wine Fairy.

Mo Chong was also judging the monk in the torture hall at this time, and nodded when he heard this, and said, "I recognize it." He is the white steward of the Juhua Pavilion. "Juhua Pavilion is one of the few shops in Zixiao City. Mo Chong went there yesterday to buy something. At that time, the person in charge of receiving himself was the monk surnamed Bai in front of him, but he didn't expect that overnight, this white steward would become a prisoner.

He ...... It can't be the gift that the predecessor said, right?" Mo Cheng suddenly remembered something, and said after a pause.

To Mo Chong's surprise, the wine fairy actually nodded and said, "Yes, he is the gift that the old man said." ”

When Mo Chong heard this, he immediately cried and laughed, and said: "This, did the seniors make a mistake? Although the white steward is a little harsh on the business, it is all a trivial matter, and he really can't do it to him like this." ”

Jiu Zhongxian sneered and said, "Do you think the old man will make a move for this little thing?"

Mo Chong was stunned for a moment, and said, "No!? However, the junior and the white steward have no old grudges......

The wine fairy interrupted impatiently: "You shouldn't have forgotten the Transformation Sect, right? Although this guy is not a monk of the Transformation Sect, he is ready to deal with you with the benefits of the Transforming Sect monk." If the old man hadn't found out in time, the next time you go to Juhua Pavilion, it would be your boy's death!"

When Mo Chong heard this, his face changed. "Isn't the Juhua Pavilion a shop opened inside the Zixiao Palace? the monks in the shop should also be disciples of the sect, how could they do this?" Mo Chong finally asked the question in his heart.

Jiu Zhongxian sneered: "'Money can make ghosts grind', this truth is originally very shallow, don't you kid understand? What's more, every time you kid goes to the store, he is sneaky, cautious, for fear of being followed, which also gives them an excellent opportunity." They take it seriously, and as long as you do it cleanly, no one else will notice anything. ”

Mo Chong's heart sank. When he usually leaves Huayun Palace, it is indeed as the wine fairy said, for fear of being plotted by the cultivators of the Huayi Sect or others, he goes out secretly, and if he disappears suddenly, most of the others really don't know where he went. After a pause, Mo Chong said again: "How did the senior know about this secret? ”

The wine fairy touched his rosacea nose and said, "Hehe, actually." After your kid went back yesterday, the old man was not happy and kept following your kid. Happened to bump into their deal. (To be continued......)