Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

Venerable Tan Guang came here to ask for guilt because the demon court invaded Kyushu and wiped out the Xie family, but who knew that the demon court threw out a handful of evidence and slapped the Kyushu monk in the face fiercely! Even though the demon court's method of collecting evidence is extremely brutal and cruel, can they really use these to question the demon court?

"Is this the only Xie family in Kyushu?" Lu Wuhen didn't think it was enough, and asked again coldly.

Tan Guang closed his eyes, heaved a long sigh of relief, and when he opened his eyes again, the angry expression was gone. He looked at Lu Wuhen and said: "Fellow Daoist, do you have any disciples sent away by the Xie family?"

Lu Wuhen said indifferently: "Yes." Seeing that Tan Guang opened his mouth as if to say something, she stood up and flicked her sleeves and said, "But I won't deal with you." Most of the monks in the Demon Court had returned, and she left Here is just a letter to Xuanmen. Now that the goal has been achieved, naturally there is no reason to stay here. She glanced at Tan Guang, and left the last sentence, "Disciples of the Xie family entered Zixiao Mountain to trap and kill Taoist cultivators, you should do it yourself!"

Now all the sects in Kyushu have learned about the secret realm of the four great artifacts, and they are trying their best to successfully form alchemy for the disciples in the sect. Zixiao Mountain was opened again, but many people went into the mountain to look for Ming Qizhi. If something happened to them, it would be a big blow to Kyushu monks. Tan Guang's expression changed violently, and finally saluted Lv Wuhen who was leaving, stretched out his hand and typed a formula, and sent Feishu to Tianyanzong, Taiyizong and Tianjimen.

It's just that the big formation in Zixiao Mountain is running, and the switches have their own set number, so how can they be forced to intervene? After thinking about it again and again, Xuanmen gave up the idea of ​​trying to break through the Zixiao Mountain formation. Whether it is life or death is the fate of the disciples of each family. If they cannot survive this catastrophe, what about the more tragic competition for the four artifacts afterwards? They didn't care about the monks in Zixiao Mountain, but turned around to investigate the major sects and aristocratic families, so as to avoid the occurrence of families like the Xie family who had already taken refuge in evil cultivators. After this investigation, I found out that the invasion of evil cultivators was extremely deep, and nails were buried in many places!

"The evil cultivator of the Lost Lemen is really rampant! However, there is a saying in the demon court that is true. Although the remnant soul of the evil lord is extremely harmful, it is not clear where it falls now. On the side of the Lost Lemen That is the real thing that cannot be ignored." In Yaoye Peak, Daoist Jixue sat opposite Daoist Wuxia, his face as cold as frost.

"That's true." Daoist Wuxia narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone indifferent. She looked at Daoist Jixue who was silent with downcast eyes, and said, "You usually don't move around much, but today I came to Yao Yefeng just to talk about this matter?"

Daoist Jixue's expression froze, she pulled a faint smile, and said: "Senior sister, can I come if I have nothing to do?"

Wuxia Daojun snorted when he heard the words, and responded: "If you have something to say, just talk about it."

His mind has been seen through, so it would be outrageous to hide it. After thinking for a while, Ji Xuedao said: "Let's talk about it first, Junior Brother Fang asked me to come here."

Wuxia Daojun turned his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Fang Jiye?"

Daoist Jixue nodded and said: "It's him. He said that the evil atmosphere in Kyushu is gradually getting stronger, and we can't let Duan Mie Peak travel around, but let her return to the sect. But now no one knows where she is, I can't get in touch either. Therefore, Junior Brother Fang, please find a way to find someone."

Wuxia Daojun's expression faded, she lowered her eyes, and tapped her fingers on the handle of the chair gently. There was a sneer at the corner of her lips, and she replied, "What can I do?"

Taoist Jixue sighed and said, "I know it's difficult for you, but Junior Brother Fang is right, we can't let her go outside anymore." After thinking for a while, she said again, "You used to get along with Senior Sister Yun Lian Couple stamped—”

"That's in the past too." Daoist Wuxia interrupted Daoist Jixue's words suddenly, a icy ray of light glowed in her eyes, "After she turned into the ruthless way, I broke up with her. What Fang Jiye meant was probably also what the head brother meant, right? I will do what the sect orders."

Daoist Jixue looked worriedly at Daoist Wuxia who suddenly became emotional, but the other party just waved his hand and said nothing more.

People who practice the way of swordsmanship have no heart, especially Yun Lian, who said he would switch to the ruthless way, and he obviously didn't take Wuxia to heart. She is free to act, but Wuxia's side is not easy to do. It is all the fault of Senior Sister Yun Lian that the relationship between the three peaks in the Tianyan Sect has become like this!

In Zixiao Mountain.

Mu Sheng and Wen Qingchou found a quiet valley, and set up simple forbidden arrays on all sides. But as long as King Zhi is in his hands, anyone with a little skill can find it here and break through these crude formations.

After the great completion of the qi transformation period, the spiritual power in the qi veins is abundant, and it is even more difficult to suppress it in Zixiao Mountain, a treasure land full of inspiration. Mu Sheng originally didn't want to break through in the mountains. If something happened halfway, it would be too late to cry, and King Zhi was in her hands, how could Senior Sister Wen carry it alone? But no matter what kind of thoughts she has, when the secret arrives, she cannot refuse it. If she misses the time, the alchemy will not be complete.

"Senior sister?" Mu Sheng looked at Wen Qingchou worriedly.

"Don't worry, I will kill all the invading enemies in front of the mountain!"

Now, Mu Sheng has no better choice, he can only nod his head, and enter the cave to meditate. Nearly a thousand people entered the mountain, and some broke in Yueling Peak, but most of them didn't have much ability. Those monks of high level, like Master Hanzhang, must still be in the mountain. Mu Sheng was worried, but after he closed his eyes and settled down, he expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind.

The golden elixir is the purest and most refined thing, and it is formed by pure inspiration. The two calamities of wind and fire experienced in this process are a process of removing the chaff and preserving the essence. All kinds of spiritual herbs for refining foreign medicines have been placed on the stone steps, and Mu Sheng just flicked his sleeves, and strands of pure inspiration floated up from Zhi Wang's body and penetrated into Mu Sheng's orifices. Following Mu Sheng's fiddle with the rest of the medicines, they conveyed inspiration. Because it is a foreign medicine for forming elixirs, its refining process is very different from ordinary elixirs. It uses the human body as the furnace and spiritual power as the fuel to gather the essence into one place little by little to form a elixir. kind. But after the pill seeds are condensed, it doesn't mean that the pill has been formed, but it needs to go through the two kalpas of wind and fire, so as not to leak the wind and respond to the fire of the heart, then it can be regarded as true perfection. This process can range from several months to several years!

outside the cave.

Warm and sad, holding a folding fan and standing with his hands behind his back.

After Mu Sheng entered the cave, someone was alarmed by King Zhi's breath and chased him here.

"The junior directly refines Zhi Wang's alchemy here?! Violence!" The Taoist sensed the atmosphere around him, and suddenly shouted loudly, his face was shocked and angry. He stretched out his hand a little, and saw a ray of light piercing through the simple formation, rushing to the warm and sad! Wen Qingchou didn't know this monk, but judging from his title, it was obvious that a certain Nascent Soul or even a higher level monk came here. But what is there to be afraid of? With a smile of warmth and sorrow, she stretched out the longevity fan in her hand to resist the sick light.

The Taoist pressed the escape light and looked at Wen Qingchou coldly. A Jindan disciple used an earth-level magic weapon, and his background should be not bad. If he could, he didn't want to offend anyone. After thinking for a while, he shouted: "I exchange one hundred Mingqi mushrooms for the king of Zhizhi! It's just for forming pills, Mingqi mushrooms are enough!"

"Fellow Taoist's idea is quite beautiful." Wen Qingshou smiled. Zhi Wang was cultivated for thousands of years. This tree has already opened its spiritual consciousness, so it can be regarded as a real fairy. This Taoist opens his mouth and exchanges a hundred Ming Qi Zhi for it. Isn't he bullying others? She was too lazy to talk nonsense with her fellow Taoists, so she scolded, "Stop talking, fight if you want!"

The Taoist was reprimanded by warmth and worry, and felt very ashamed. Seeing this, he scolded angrily, and his spiritual power condensed into a big hand that covered the sky and sun, and slapped **** the top of Wen Qingchou's head! This giant hand is purely condensed with spiritual power. If an ordinary person is hit, he must be physically disabled! Although Wen Qingchou is not afraid of this big hand, she still dodges to the side with the light. The Taoist snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pinched it, and suddenly there was a mound of soil as hard as steel on the ground, as if to block the way of warmth and sorrow! He didn't have much thought of fighting, but thought of trapping the warmth and sorrow, and then going to stop the junior who used Zhiwang!

Wen Qingchou sighed softly, closed the folding fan in his hand, and went up a little, and saw a ray of light hit the palm of the sky. The palm that looked indestructible was pierced by the light, followed by a bang, and it dissipated into smoke and dust! Taoist's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked down at his right palm, and there was a thick blood hole, which was gurgling blood.

"Whirling finger? A Buddhist?" The Taoist's complexion changed drastically, and he looked at Wen Qingchou suspiciously. Although many Buddhists grow hair, most of the dharma robes wear necklaces and cassocks. How can they be covered in blood-like red clothes? Those deep eyes, filled with stern eyes, can't be said to be a purgatory Shura! Maybe I just learned the Buddhist moves by accident! The Taoist settled down, that King Zhi is very important to him, even if it is really a Buddhist disciple in front, he can't back down! No matter what he said, he was the real Nascent Soul, so could it be that he couldn't do anything to a junior? Daoist thought, and snorted coldly, he stretched out his hand to sacrifice a small flag, pinched the sword and waved it, and a demon spirit floated down from the flag.

This is a magic weapon handed down by his own master. In the past, the master fought with the monks of the monster race, refining the souls of those defeated generals into the flags, and there were many masters among them! His cultivation base in Zixiao Mountain is restricted, but the demon spirit in this magic weapon will not be restricted!

"Three-headed Jiao?" Looking at the Taoist with tenderness and sorrow, his expression was more serious.

The Taoist stared at Wen Qingchou and laughed, pinching his decision to drive Yaopo forward. These ghosts still retain their memories and abilities when they were born, but they can't help themselves after they are on the banner, and can only obey the orders of the banner owner! The Taoist said viciously: "Do it!" Who would have thought that the monster souls of the three flood dragons were suspended in mid-air, with three heads hanging down, and they never moved. The Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then he used tricks to drive the three flood dragons, but unfortunately there was still no response! what happened? The Taoist's eyelids trembled wildly, and he looked at the silent person in front of him in surprise, but he didn't see her making a move? !

The warm and sad eyes are cold, and there is a touch of scarlet in the eyes. Her figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment she appeared in front of the Taoist like a ghost. The Taoist was about to leave, but he didn't know that his whole body was restrained by a strong coercion, and he could only watch helplessly as the female cultivator came to him, and pressed his five fingers on the top of his head! "You like to refine the soul very much, don't you?" Wen Qingchou said softly, and with a turn of her spiritual power, she directly pulled the Taoist's primordial spirit out of her body! Yuan Ling seemed to be in purgatory, and let out a sharp scream, while the body that lost Yuan Ling fell limply to the ground.

The three-headed dragon turned his head to look at Wen Qingchou, and the three pairs of fierce eyes were covered with pleading and pain. Warm and sad, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A smear of green light in the sleeve swept over the flag, and immediately destroyed this magic weapon! Immediately afterwards, a black, fierce flame burned in mid-air, and the monsters who had lost their shelter were all burned to death in the flame. She flicked her fingers, and a small spark fell on the Taoist's Yuanling, which would neither annihilate him in ashes nor make him go easy. After all this was done, Wen Qingshou sat cross-legged on the stone and listened with interest to the wailing of Taoist Yuan Ling.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you feel that your methods have become more ferocious in the past? What is this person's crime to suffer from the burning fire?" A soft sigh sounded, and a young monk in gorgeous clothes came slowly, his eyes hidden in his eyes. With some compassion.

Wen Qingchou raised her eyebrows, looked lazily at the young monk, and saw the origin of the young man from the sun, moon and stars drawn by the golden thread on the hem of his clothes. She smiled casually, and asked back: "You are so kind, do you want to suffer for him?"

The young monk was silent for a while, and did not continue. He looked over Wen Qingshou and landed on the fresh cave behind him. He cupped his hands towards Wen Qingshou and said slowly, "I want to make a deal with fellow Taoists."

Wen Qingchou reached out and pressed, and the Taoist Yuanling who had suffered so much died completely. She swung her sleeves, as if she just wiped away an insignificant ant. "What deal?"

"Zhi Wang." The young monk smiled, and continued, "The fellow Taoist inside must have just attracted Zhi Wang's anger? Zhi Wang himself is still there. I am willing to exchange the heavenly magic weapon for Zhi Wang."

Warm and sad, he said indifferently: "Zhi Wang has entered the immortal rank."

The young man's smile froze, and it was already his limit to take out the heavenly magic weapon. Even though he was aloof in the sect, he was not able to invite the fairy weapon like Mu Chunlin and Ye Xingyao. "One million more spirit stones!" The young monk gritted his teeth.

Wen Qingchou smiled slightly and said, "we don't lack Lingshi."

The young man frowned, thought for a moment and said: "I am a disciple of Tianji Sect. If you have a request, you can deduce it three times for free." He is a disciple of Sibu Yunlingyuan's sect. Sorrowful and indifferent, without any plan to respond, gritted his teeth, shook out three copper coins from his sleeve and threw them away. He stared at Wen Qingchou with his eyes, and pinched the formula in his hand. But who knew that the copper coin that had been warmed up for many years broke into several pieces as soon as it fell to the ground, and he himself suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the young monk indifferently, Wen Qingshou said with a smile: "is this the monk of Tianjimen? How did he fall into such a situation? I think fellow Taoists will make a divination for themselves before going out next time, so as not to waste Something happened."

The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, pointed at the warmth and said "you—" for a long time, but couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence.

She looked at this annoying young man with warmth and sorrow, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but after all, because of her status as a disciple of Tianyan sect, she suppressed the murderous intent. "It's not yours, so don't think about it. Instead of following behind Mu Chunlin, how about learning from Ye Xingyao?"

When the young man met Wen Qingshou's malicious eyes, he felt a chill in his heart. Tianji has always done a good job on the surface. Few people know about the quarrel between Ye Xingyao and Mu Chunlin, but now this person has pointed it out. Does she know Ye Xingyao? Earlier, I heard from my masters that Ye Xingyao appeared in the Star Watching Immortal City, but because of the matter of Dengwen's secret realm, I had no time to find her... What did she do when she left the Tianji Gate? What kind of people did you meet? The light in the young monk's eyes was flickering. He is a sensible person after all, and he didn't want to end up like the previous Taoist, so he bowed his hands and retreated hastily.

She looked at his back with a sneer and didn't chase anymore.

The cultivator of Tianjimen is not the first, nor will he be the last. Although he didn't fight or grab, he still wanted to express the depression in his heart, and the best way was to spread the news. After he left, more and more monks came to the cave to inquire about King Zhi's news, and many of them were from the sect of the Taoist sect and from a wealthy family. The other party is willing to retreat by themselves, and the warmth and sorrow are happy to give them a face, but if they have to take Zhi Wang, they can only save their lives!

Mu Sheng had been in seclusion for a month, and dozens of rounds of attacks had already been encountered outside. A strong smell of blood wafted in the valley, and the corpses were piled up in one piece. But the warm and worrying eyes of doing these things are full of indifference. She didn't use other methods to recover her spiritual power, she just swallowed the Ming Qi Zhi that she snatched from these people.

In the cave, the power of the medicine has been condensed into a danseed that shone with blue light, and sank in the dantian. She closed the acupoints all over her body tightly so that none of the spiritual power in her body could flow out. The wind blows from the fontanel into the internal organs, and then blows the dantian through the dantian, and finally penetrates into various acupoints along the thirty-six qi channels. During this process, if the acupoints are not perfect, causing the wind to leak out, then the whole person will turn into a mess of loose sand! After the no-leakage wind blows, the heart fire burns the elixir. This heart fire is to surrender the "self" and understand the heart's nature.

After more than half a month, the wind and fire in the body stopped. A clear glass-like treasure in the dantian sank, spinning the halo of the chaotic five qi, and the spiritual power in the thirty-six qi veins flowed like a river, circling a big circle. Mu Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, almost unable to restrain his voice from expressing his feelings! She is now at her most energetic time, she stretched out her hand and hugged Wen Zhuqin, the sound of the piano poured out from her fingertips, like the sound of the sounds of nature, bursting with vigorous vitality. Spiritual power and Taoism are conveyed through the sound of the piano, and in the barren and **** valley, the vegetation is stimulated by the spiritual power, exuding vigorous and exuberant vitality. The pit that was sunk due to the fighting was covered with a layer of light green.

Outside the cave at the moment.

Wen Qingchou was fighting against the real Hanzhang from the Demon Gate. After hearing the sound of the piano, she still didn't understand that it was Mu Shengdan who had left the customs. Her eyes flickered, and she neither dodged nor avoided the palm that Daoist Hanzhang protruded suddenly. The folding fan was only empty, and the whole person was slapped and flew out, smashing **** the mountain, shaking A large piece of rubble fell.

During this period of time, Hanzhang Zhenren had fought against Wen Qingchou quite a few times, and every time he felt that he was about to suffer a loss, he turned around and ran away. Just now, it was obvious that his aura was suppressed, how could he know that it was suddenly reversed? Immortal Hanzhang had an intuition of fraud, so he didn't dare to make a move for a while! Looking at the cyan figure flying out of the hole, he snorted coldly and fled away in a puff of black smoke.

When Mu Sheng heard the thumping sound outside, he stretched out his hand and held down the vibrating strings. Her complexion sank, turning into a green light and flying away. She first saw the real Hanzhang who turned his head and left, and then saw the tender sorrow who was half kneeling and vomiting blood at the bottom of the mountain wall! "Senior Sister Wen!" Mu Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart trembled, and he flew to Wen Qingchou's side, and helped her up!

"I'm fine." Wen Qingchou held Mu Sheng's hand instead, and looked at her with a weak smile, "Congratulations, Junior Sister, for stepping into Jindan."

Mu Sheng pursed her lips, there was not much medicine left on her body. After thinking about it for a moment, he took out Mingqi Zhizhi from the storage bag, directly refined the medicinal power and passed it into Wen Qingshou's mouth. The **** smell here is extremely strong, and there are many corpses of monks. I must have encountered many attacks during my retreat! What price will Senior Sister Wen pay for killing them! "Senior sister, what are you—" "Why bother" came to his lips, but he didn't know how to say it, Mu Sheng held his tenderness and sorrow, bit his lips, his heart was full of annoyance.

"I was just accidentally attacked by the old thief Hanzhang." She said in a warm voice, "I promised you that I will protect you when you retreat."

"I'm sorry." Mu Sheng bit his lip and said sullenly. Senior Sister Wen has always been very kind to herself, and she wasn't too angry even when she got the treasure that originally belonged to her. She even doubted Senior Sister Wen's intentions more than once. But is there really no reason in this world?

"You don't have to worry about the burden. You are my junior sister. If I don't protect you, who should I protect?" Warmth smiled and said with her eyes bent.

Mu Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Is it the same for Senior Sister Pu and the others?"

Wen Qingchou thought for a while, and said sincerely: "There are still some differences." There are not so many inexplicable fetters and ties between her and Pu Bai. After coughing lightly, she held down Mu Sheng's hand with a little force, and said, "Junior Sister Mu, I really treat you well."

Mu Sheng lowered his eyes, those wet eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dense and hazy water vapor. She hugged the warmth in her arms tightly, and said softly, "I know."

The tips of the hair fell down on the cheeks, a little itchy. The spiritual power was circulating in the body, and with the medicinal power of Ming Qi Zhi, the wound was quickly healed. Wen Qingchou didn't move, she closed her eyes slowly, and fragmentary strange pictures flashed in her mind.