kendo

(In the previous chapter, the name of Su Yiliu’s stele was changed from “Su Xuanjun” to “Su Yi”.)

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The dwarf took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said, "Immortal Master, you also know that if the evil spirit veins are taken away, this Huo Taomu will not be able to live alone."

Su Yi interrupted: "I only need a piece, it won't hurt this fire peach tree."

Seeing that Su Yi's attitude was not to be disobeyed, the dwarf dared not hesitate, and turned into a ray of spiritual light and slipped into the ground.

Not long after, when the dwarf emerged from the ground, he was holding a foot-long black chalcedony between his hands.

The chalcedony exuded a bone-piercing chill, and the dwarf's eyebrows, hair, and beard were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which made him shiver.

"Master Immortal, the evil spirit veins are inside the chalcedony."

The dwarf gave a stiff smile that was uglier than crying.

He didn't dare to tamper with this part of the evil spirit vein, for fear that he would suffer disaster if he was found out.

"good."

Su Yi took the foot of chalcedony with his hand, looked it over a little, and couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

This is a spiritual vein, even if it is only one foot long, it is far from being comparable to many spiritual stones!

When one's cultivation has reached the Qi-gathering state, and then this treasure is used for cultivation, it will have an incredible effect.

Of course, this evil spirit vein is actually the most suitable for ghosts like Qingwan to cultivate.

When needed, Su Yi didn't mind giving some to Qing Wan.

He took out a jade box and put away the evil spirit vein. Seeing the dwarf's frowning and pained face, he couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry, I, Su, don't bother to take advantage of you, a little monster."

As Su Yi said, he began to write on the sandy soil with the bamboo stick in his hand.

Not long after, a practice secret appeared.

"You are a spirit, you were born and raised, and it is not easy to prove the Tao. This 'Cultivation of the Spirit' can help you transform from a spirit to a 'demon cultivator'. Its value is not just a few fire peaches and a piece It can be compared to the evil spirit veins, so I cherish it."

After Su Yi finished speaking, she shook her head and left with a smile.

Spirits and monsters can all be classified as "monsters".

The genus of vegetation, birds and beasts, etc., whoever opens their spiritual intelligence, is a spirit, and can also be called a monster, a goblin, and so on.

However, it is not easy to become a demon cultivator.

Especially for some monsters with special bloodlines or unique talents, if they want to embark on the road of demon cultivation, they will have to go through unimaginable tribulations.

The dwarf is a spirit monster born in the fire peach tree. Although it can transform into a human form, it is far from being able to truly transform into a human body. Naturally, it cannot be called a demon cultivator.

Until the figures of Su Yi and Qing Wan disappeared in the peach forest.

Only then did the dwarf feel relieved, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Immediately, he turned his eyes to the ground, and gradually his mind was attracted by the lines of elegant and unrestrained handwriting.

I don't know how long it took, when he suddenly woke up, the expression of shock, ecstasy, excitement, and trance surged uncontrollably between his brows.

"This chapter alone is enough for me to completely get rid of the shackles of my body and transform into Taoism!"

The dwarf shouted excitedly, danced and danced, and was overjoyed.

It's no wonder that he lost his composure. The "Hua Yu Ling Jue" presented by Su Yi is a training formula in the "Hua Yu Dao Dian", which records the mystery of "transformation", and is the best in the world. The method of cultivation.

Although the dwarf doesn't know the origin of this secret, how can he not appreciate how amazing the secret is?

Suddenly, he knelt down, kowtowed towards the place where Su Yi had left before, and made a pious oath:

"I, Tao Qingshan, will never forget the kindness of the immortal master in this life!"

Outside the peach forest.

Qingwan followed Su Yi carefully, neither daring to get too close nor too far away, she was very well-behaved.

Su Yi took out more than ten bottles of pills and handed them over, "Qingwan, you keep these pills."

These elixirs are all obtained from Liujue Yin Corpse, and are most suitable for Yin Soul cultivation.

"what?"

Qingwan was a little at a loss, and said anxiously, "Master Immortal, you won't be rewarded for nothing, Wan'er"

She was about to think about her words and tried to decline, but Su Yi interrupted angrily, "It's just some broken pills, why are you being polite to me? Take it!"

Qingwan trembled in fright, and quickly took it, and said with apologetic expression: "Wan'er didn't want to make the immortal master angry, and I will never dare again in the future."

Seeing her nervous look, Su Yi sighed softly.

For some reason, when he saw Qingwan's pitiful, cowardly and restrained appearance, he couldn't stop wanting to reprimand her.

Probably out of anger?

"Master Immortal, are you still angry with Wan'er?"

Qingwan asked cautiously.

She tilted her head to look over from the side, and her pretty little face, which was slightly baby fat, was full of worry.

Looking at it from Su Yi's point of view, there is a particularly delicate and silly feeling.

He couldn't help but raised his hand to pinch the girl's face, and sighed: "You idiot, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you enough trouble in the future."

After all, he himself laughed first.

Being pinched on the cheek, Qing Wan was taken aback.

It can be seen that Su Yi smiled, and she couldn't help laughing, her pretty face was full of happiness.

The eyebrows are curved, and the beauty is picturesque.

One person and one ghost walked in the deep night in the wilderness, neither of them felt lonely.

After half an hour.

Su Yi's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of rustling footsteps from far away. Although it was extremely slight, it couldn't escape his ear's grasp.

He stopped immediately, and said casually: "Be careful, and escape into the Soul Cultivation Gourd if something goes wrong."

Surprised, Qingwan nodded in agreement.

Soon, a group of figures rushed from the night.

There were seven of them in total, all dressed in black, holding weapons in their hands, and the aura emanating from their bodies was cold and tinged with evil spirit.

"Qing Wan!"

The first middle-aged man with two knives in his hand and a hideous scar on his forehead exclaimed in a low voice.

He saw the girl in red clothes floating in the night at a glance.

"Wasn't she stolen by Wu Ruoqiu, a traitor, why did she appear here?"

"Could it be that Wu Ruoqiu is back again?"

The rest of the commotion seemed surprised.

Immediately, all their eyes turned to Su Yi, only to find that it was not Wu Ruoqiu, but a handsome young man with an unfamiliar face.

"What is the relationship between you and Wu Ruoqiu, and why did Qingwan follow you?"

The leader, the middle-aged Scar, spoke coldly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, in the wilderness haunted by ghosts, a young man appeared here with Qing Wan.

This scene is too abnormal.

"Wu Ruoqiu turned out to be a traitor from your Yin Shamen, no wonder no one came to trouble me after he died."

Su Yi was thoughtful, and after seeing through the other party's identity, she pointed at Qingwan and said, "I can see that you all recognize her, can you tell me about her origin?"

These words made the scarred middle-aged and the others frown, realizing two things.

First, Wu Ruoqiu is dead, and it is very likely that she was killed by this handsome young man.

Second, this handsome young man probably doesn't know Qing Wan's origin!

"Want to know? Yes, hand over your soul-nourishing gourd first."

The leader, the middle-aged man with scars, said coldly, "This is the spiritual object that Wu Ruoqiu stole from my master's sect, and it's not something you, an outsider, can possess!"

Others nearby all clenched their weapons, ready to wait.

Su Yi raised his hand and threw the Soul Cultivation Gourd over, saying, "Let's talk."

After taking the soul-nourishing gourd, the scarred middle-aged man froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it was so easy.

The others were also taken aback.

Immediately, they looked at Su Yi without much vigilance, but with a little more fierceness.

One of them reminded in a low voice: "Senior Brother Qian, time is running out, I'm afraid those scumbags will catch up soon."

The headed middle-aged man with scars flashed a cold light in his eyes, and said: "Well, since you want to know the origin of Qing Wan, come with us, we will take you to a place, and when you get there, what do you want to know, we will let you know." I will tell you everything."

Su Yi rubbed his nose and sighed softly: "Qingwan, do they think I'm too talkative?"

Before Qingwan could reply, the middle-aged man with the scar had already snorted coldly: "I knew this kid was dishonest, let's go together and kill him!"

Other people nearby all showed grimaces and rushed forward.

In an instant, swords, guns, swords and halberds came out, piercing the silent night.

But accompanied by a Qingyue sword chant, a cold glow flickered several times in a row in the night.

Then, with a clang, the cold glow was put into the scabbard.

Looking at the group of figures rushing towards Su Yi, they all stagnated for a moment, and the whole person fell to the ground one by one like a fallen wooden stake.

There is a bright red sword scar wound in the throat of each person, and the blood is pouring, soaking the ground.

When they were dying, they all kept grim smiles on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome has been decided, and life and death have been decided!

Su Yi stood on the spot, holding the bamboo stick in his hand, as if he had never made a move at all.

But the middle-aged man with only scars left was dumbfounded with fright, his legs trembled, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his soul almost came out.

A sword was like lightning, it came out in an instant, and it was withdrawn in an instant, beheading the six companions around him!

too scary!

"Now, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Su Yi put his hands behind his back and asked casually.

With a thud, the middle-aged man with the scar knelt down, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Senior, spare your life. Before, you were a little blind-eyed and offended senior. I hope you will hold your hand high and spare this little life!"

"This is not what I want to hear. I will give you a chance at last. If you don't answer well, go on the road with your companions."

Su Yi frowned slightly.

The scarred middle-aged man said in fear: "Senior, calm down, I say, I say!"

Next, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, he told all the things he knew about Qingwan one by one, lest he didn't answer well, and Su Yi would kill him with a sword.

According to him, Wu Ruoqiu and his master Weng Yunqi defected from Yinshamen ten years ago.

When defecting, Wu Ruoqiu's master Weng Yunqi took away three treasures from Yinshamen.

They are a soul-nourishing gourd that raises a ghost baby, a secret volume that records the method of raising ghost corpses and insects, and a piece of soul jade with the most mysterious origin.

Qingwan is the ghost parasitic in this piece of soul jade.

Her origin, even the older generation of evil cultivators from the Yin Shamen Sect, are not clear, but they all believe that her origin is not simple.

Some clues can be seen from the piece of soul jade that she lives with.