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At noon the next day, Han Changlin slowly walked out of Hongyue Hall with an expressionless face.
War, garrison, frontline, these words flashed through Han Changlin's mind.
Han Changlin did not expect that Zhu Dehai, the deputy peak master of Hongyue Peak, summoned him for the first time and asked him to go to the Chiwei Plain to garrison the Lingshi Mine in two days.
I thought that after becoming an inner disciple, I would have more time to practice, but I didn't expect that I would be sent out so soon.
"Do you think I have no potential? Or..."
Han Changlin couldn't help but smile bitterly. In addition to Han Changlin, there were nineteen inner disciples who had just met Zhu Dehai.
Moreover, the twenty of them are either people with mediocre qualifications like Han Changlin, or they are disciples with no foundation in the sect. To put it simply, they are three-no disciples.
Thinking that he was about to go to the Chibarren Plain and might become cannon fodder, Han Changlin couldn't help but frown, and he couldn't help but feel irritated.
He was originally a little happy about becoming an inner disciple, but at this moment, it was all gone, and there was also a sense of urgency in his heart to improve his strength.
Thinking of this, Han Changlin thought of Wei Qing again.
When the rankings came out that day, Han Changlin clearly remembered that he was ranked behind him.
But when Zhu Dehai summoned them today, Wei Qing was nowhere to be seen.
"Perhaps he has some information about the Barren Plains."
Han Changlin thought this way and decided to go look for Wei Qing.
Zhu Dehai, Han Changlin and others didn't say much. Han Changlin also needed to know the specifics. After all, it was related to his future as an immortal, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.
And just when Han Changlin was about to leave, a familiar figure flew from a distance.
Han Changlin took a closer look and saw who it was if it wasn't Wei Qing.
Seeing this, Han Changlin stopped, waved towards Wei Qing, and said with a smile:
"Brother Wei, what a coincidence, I was just going to look for you."
"Oh? I wonder what Brother Han wants from me?"
After Wei Qing landed, he put away the magic weapon and said with a faint smile on his face.
"To be honest, Han wanted to find Brother Wei this time because he wanted to find out what happened in Chiwei Plain? Why were we suddenly sent to garrison there."
Seeing that there was no one around, Han Changlin took Wei Qing to a corner of the square and asked in a low voice.
Seeing that Han Changlin was asking about this matter, the smile on Wei Qing's face gradually faded. After thinking for a while, he turned sideways and whispered:
"If others ask me, I will naturally not tell you, but Brother Han, you are different. According to the information I got, the cause of this matter is from the outside. The Yuling Sect discovered a large spirit stone mine in Chiwei Plain. Speaking of which, it is said..."
As Wei Qing told him, Han Changlin finally understood the whole story.
He was also shocked when he heard that the Yuling Sect had lost a foundation-building monk because of this large-scale spirit stone mine.
After all, in his understanding, foundation-building monks are unshakable existences, let alone pill-forming monks.
At the same time, Han Changlin also knew why Wei Qing was not included in the dispatch list.
But there was a Foundation-Building monk behind his father, who was a close friend of his father who is now deceased, so he was not included in this list.
According to Wei Qing, through the connections behind him, he will be sent to a medicine garden to garrison in the near future. He will not return to the sect in a short time, so there is no need to worry about being sent to the front line.
"Brother Han, this barren plain is very dangerous now. I think there will definitely be a big war in the near future. With our cultivation in the Qi refining period, once we encounter one, life or death will depend on God's will. So, junior brother, you It’s better to plan ahead.”
Seeing Han Changlin's depressed expression, Wei Qing said solemnly.
"Hey, Brother Wei, don't you know me yet? I am a disciple who joined the Yuling Sect in the middle. How can I have any connections in the sect? Now that things have happened, I have no choice but to take it one step at a time."
Han Changlin sighed, shook his head and said with a wry smile.
Then he pretended to be free and easy and continued:
"It's not too early, I have to go and make preparations early. Brother Wei, if I can return safely from Chiwei Plain, I will definitely invite you to Qianxiang Pavilion for a feast."
"Okay, then Wei will wait for you to return safely, Brother Han. Wei has never forgotten the mackerel in Qianxiang Pavilion."
Seeing Han Changlin like this, Wei Qing patted Han Changlin on the shoulder and blessed him.
His tone was sincere, and it was obvious that his words came from his heart.
Hearing this, Han Changlin nodded heavily, and after cupping his hands, he turned around and took out the Qingyuan Sword, which turned into a ray of cyan light and headed towards Yuanling Peak.
On the way, Han Changlin had a lot of thoughts. Now that the sect's order had been issued, it would be difficult to change it. If he left like this, he would be accused of defecting from the sect.
And even if he leaves, how far can he go with his seventh level of Qi refining?
Therefore, although Han Changlin did not want to go to the front line, he never thought of defecting from the sect. After all, his strength did not allow it.
The storm is coming, but you still have to make some preparations.
Thinking like this, Han Changlin had already entered his cave.
It wasn't until two hours later that Han Changlin hurriedly left again.
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Zhushanfang City, one of the markets surrounding the Yuling Sect, is larger than Sanshanfang City. The surrounding monks like to come here to shop.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown walking on the bustling street with people coming and going. Naturally, this man passed by Han Changlin who was in disguise.
Han Changlin's eyes were hidden under the black gauze bamboo hat, and he calmly observed the surrounding shops.
He didn't stop until he came to a three-story pavilion building called "Duobao Pavilion".
I saw that this shop was busy with business, and monks came in and out from time to time. Seeing this, Han Changlin only hesitated for a moment and walked in.
As soon as he entered Duobao Pavilion, Han Changlin was attracted by its splendid decoration.
I saw that the counters were filled with all kinds of magical instruments, materials, elixirs, etc., and at this moment, a clerk in a famous store was talking with his head down to the monks who were interested in buying.
After Han Changlin came in, he went straight to the counter selling magic weapons. But after taking a few glances, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Then he came to the counter that sold talismans, and saw that the counter was filled with some very common talismans, nothing special.
These things may be good for ordinary monks, but for me, they are a bit useless, and they are not of much use now.
After all, he now has a high-grade magical weapon, the Red Dragon Sword, and a medium-grade defensive magical weapon, the Black Black Shield.
However, he was about to go to the crisis-ridden red barren plain, so these two magic weapons were probably not enough.
A few more methods are needed.
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