"You did a good job on this matter."
Gao Miao's voice came from the palace.
Guo Zifeng, who was kneeling in front of the main hall on the fourth peak of the Xianhe Sect, responded respectfully: "It all depends on Master's teachings."
"Ten first-level mid-grade spiritual talismans are more than enough to buy Liu Kun's life, and you have also made friends with the junior first-level talisman master. Zifeng, you are indeed quick-witted and don't have to be self-effacing." The high-pitched voice sounded again, The sound came from far away from the depths of the hall, clearing the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.
"Master's six spiritual talismans, after Junior Brother Gu Qing delivers the ten spiritual talismans to the apprentice, the apprentice will give them to Senior Brother He." Guo Zifeng still lowered his eyebrows and told the people in the hall.
"The matter of Qing Ling Powder and the so-called spies was used by the Master Association to put pressure on Xi Yunting." The voice was silent for a while before it sounded again from the main hall, "Zifeng, please step back. Remember the outer gate next month. Dabi, don’t let your reputation as a teacher fall."
"yes."
Guo Zifeng kowtowed respectfully, stood up and stepped back.
In the main hall, He Tianxing, with a cold face and a golden cloak, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountain behind.
As the leader of the current fourth peak of the Xianhe Sect, He Tianxing's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building is extremely profound. It is said that he has already opened more than a hundred acupoints all over his body, reaching the sixth level of foundation building.
Twelve levels of Qi refining, nine levels of foundation building, and nine levels of elixir formation. Only after going through this experience can one get a glimpse of the realm of the Nascent Soul True Lord.
It sounds simple. The Alliance of the Five Northwest Countries has a radius of more than 200,000 miles. The monks don't know how many monks there are. It has been more than 1,200 years since anyone broke through the Nascent Soul stage and came to the world as a true king.
"Ancestor, there is still something important to do. I will rush back as my teacher immediately. The three schools will perform in half a year. You two are the main ones who want to save your lives."
He Tianxing threw out two spiritual lights without looking back.
One person behind him looked straight, another person bowed, and when they saw He Tianxing throwing out two spiritual lights, they both reached out quickly to catch them.
The person looking at him was a heroic young man with a face as sharp as a knife. The aura in his hand condensed into a purple pagoda, and the aura in the hand of the person who was bowing down condensed into a golden alms bowl.
"Thank you father."
"Thank you, Master."
The two of them saluted each other, but their titles were different.
He Tianxing glanced sideways at the two people behind him, nodded slightly, and then took a step forward. His figure flashed towards the back mountain as if teleporting, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the two silent people in the hall.
The man who was bowing straightened up. He was a handsome young man with a very soft face. If it weren't for the flat chest, some people would have believed that this man was a woman. He turned his head and glanced at the heroic young man.
"Together?"
The handsome young man with a soft face raised his eyebrows.
"Brother Sikong, please do as you please."
The heroic young man's expression didn't change at all. He sat cross-legged in the hall and worshiped the purple pagoda.
This was not in line with the rules of the sect, but with the status of this heroic young man, no one dared to point out his faults. The handsome young man named Sikong hesitated for a moment, and finally left silently.
…
Four consecutive days passed in the Xiuzhen Dafang.
Gu Qing's stall was cleared for the third time, and the monks at the stall selling spiritual sand were dumbfounded.
Where did this evil cultivator come from, hiding his head and showing his tail?
Is this a small monk family that has been wiped out? Otherwise, how could there be so many low-grade magic weapons, low-grade elixirs, and talismans? They are all sold at prices that are 10% to 20% lower than the market price...
This cultivator selling spiritual sand on the seventh level of Qi Refining secretly decided in his heart that if this hidden evil cultivator took out a lot of things to sell again, he would quietly move the stall away from here.
If this hidden evil cultivator was sought out for revenge, he would not want to suffer any unreasonable disaster.
Gu Qing was very aware of the changes in this man's eyes. In the past few days, he had collected nearly 4,000 low-grade spiritual stones, which definitely attracted the attention of the person selling spiritual sand next to him.
The female cultivator who bought the last low-grade magic weapon, the shuttle, with eighty low-grade spiritual stones left. Gu Qing glanced at the direction where the girl left, picked up the mahogany sign, and headed for the entrance of Fangshi.
In the main hall of 'Returning to the Wind', Gu Qing's body was shot like a sharp arrow towards the outside of Xiuzhenfang City after handing over the mahogany sign.
Several monks in the distance gathered at the corner next to a shop, watching the 'black-robed evil cultivator' leave who had been observing them for more than a day.
"This person must be the one who caused Liu Lang's death! There is Liu Lang's spiritual power imprint on this shuttle magic weapon!" Among them, the beautiful-looking female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, her beautiful eyes filled with tears of hatred vocal channel.
This female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining was the one who finally spent 80 low-grade spiritual stones to buy the shuttle magic weapon.
"Can this person's cultivation be ascertained?"
Among the five monks in this group, the leader is a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining. He has a scarred face and a very short stature.
"No, but it shouldn't be higher than me."
The female cultivator heard this and responded.
"I won't be higher than you... Then how did he get so many low-grade magic weapons and low-grade elixirs and talismans? Could it be that he was lucky and picked up a few storage bags?" Someone else said something next to him.
"In my opinion, this person is hiding deep inside, waiting for the evil cultivator of Qi Refining Dzogchen to be sent to his door."
"Li Lan, where do you think the purple jade cabbage is in the Qi-Refining Dzogchen spiritual field? Where the hell are there so many Qi-Refining Dzogchen? Even if this person is really a Qi-Refining Dzogchen, I should know him!"
"Stop arguing, follow us and take a look."
…
On the way back to the gate of Xianhe Sect, Gu Qing deliberately controlled his speed to keep himself at a constant speed.
This makes it easier to bluff people.
The center of his brows beat slightly, and an invisible force seemed to be about to escape. The past few days of healing had allowed Gu Qing to successfully sense his own consciousness and be able to call it out forcefully.
It was also because of this that he did not adopt another plan.
His original plan was to rent a cave in Xiuzhenfang City, use a red blood talisman pen to seal a light feather talisman, and when he got out of Xiuzhenfang City, he would immediately activate the talisman and escape back to the Xianhe Sect.
However, it is no longer necessary at this time. He can activate his spiritual consciousness. With the power of the soul that is slightly stronger than that of ordinary Qi Refining Dzogchen monks, and the two second-level spiritual talismans, Gu Qing admits that he can frighten away the ordinary Qi Refining Master. The perfect monk is not nonsense.
"What's more, he's just a monk at the tenth level of Qi refining."
Gu Qing tapped his eyebrows, and an invisible force spread around, quickly locking on the group of monks behind him, the short scarred-faced monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining.
The short scarred monk's expression suddenly changed.
"No, he is really a monk in the Qi Refining Dzogchen Stage! No! This divine consciousness is stronger than the ordinary Qi Refining Dzogchen Stage! It already has some meaning of the Foundation Establishment Stage!" The scarred face said in horror.
Following the scarred-faced monk's exclamation, several waves of monks around him who were about to show up suddenly changed their expressions and retreated in all directions.
Only the scarred-faced group of people were swept around by the huge spiritual consciousness, including the female cultivator who mentioned 'Liu Lang' earlier. They all trembled and felt that they would be crushed at any time.
"Ah……"
A sneer resounded in the ears of the five people.
The scarred-faced monk's mind turned quickly, and he quickly thought of the major event that happened in Huaining County a few days ago on Feilei Peak.
Immediately, the scarred face thought of the many low-grade magic weapons, low-grade elixirs, and spiritual talismans that this cultivator had scattered in Xiuzhenfang City.
Is it possible...
This evil cultivator is Liu Gang of the Shanyin Sect!
The scarred face was shocked.
The devil Liu Gang! This is a ruthless person who can escape with his life from Xiang Nantian, a monk who has long been famous in the middle stage of foundation building!
He wished he could slap himself in the mouth.
He actually led a few middle-stage Qi-refining monks whose cultivation was lower than his own to track down the demon Liu Gang. He really didn't want to live long!
"Fellow Taoist! Wait a minute, do it!" With a plop on his face, he knelt on the ground and held ten pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones in both hands. "I am so happy to see the style of fellow Taoist, so I specially offer ten pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones." Stone, please accept it without hesitation, fellow Taoist, I am so grateful!"
Cold sweat ran down his scarred forehead.
"get out."
The ten middle-grade spiritual stones were taken away with a swish, and then a cold voice sounded in the scarred-faced ears.
The scarred face seemed to be amnesty, and he didn't care about his four companions. He turned into a bloody ray of light and fled towards the Xiuzhenfang City behind. The other four people fought in two groups. Even the one with the highest cultivation level among himself and others They have scarred faces and behave like this, so how are they supposed to survive?
thump!
The four of them knelt down one by one.
When it was the female cultivator's turn, she was stunned for a moment, but found that the huge spiritual consciousness around her had disappeared.
Gu Qing, who was flying away in the distance, put away the ten middle-grade spiritual stones he had obtained for free, his face bleeding from the orifices looking cold and indifferent.
He put away the Sky Breaking Talisman in his hand.
"The soul's injuries are more serious."
Gu Qing frowned slightly.
"After returning to the Ninth Peak, go immediately to find Junior Sister Ren Chan."
He wiped the blood from his face and thought to himself.
The injury to the soul was so serious that Gu Qing felt that he was about to lose his soul.
This is unusual.
It's not that Gu Qing has never suffered soul injuries in the past, it's just that he has never experienced such a weird soul injury. It's as if all the Yushu Pills he's taken these past few days have been in vain.
…
More than half an hour later, the scorching sun was in the sky.
The blazing light shines on the gate of Xianhe Sect, shining a bit of golden color. This time, the place where the wind valley is located is the vast Gobi desert. Even though it is approaching late autumn, the temperature during the day is still extremely high.
The two fourth-level Qi-Refining disciples guarding the mountain gate saw a white ray of light suddenly coming from a distance. Seeing that they were at the fifth-level Qi-Refining level, they each put on smiles and wanted to say hello.
"This senior brother..."
As soon as the man on the left spoke, his voice seemed to be stuck in his neck. He stared at Gu Qing as the white air dispersed, revealing him.
"Senior Brother Gu!"
The fourth-level qi training disciple on the right had already received the news. He cupped his hands and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Sun from the Ninth Peak wants you to go to the Cold Dragon Pond in the back mountain to look for him when you come back."
"Thank you, junior brother, for informing me."
Gu Qing showed a smile, threw a fire dragon talisman he had drawn with his hand, and strode forward.
The fourth-level Qi training disciple on the left took the Fire Dragon Talisman and was immediately overjoyed, looking at Gu Qing even more pleasing to the eye.
He had heard about this Junior Brother Gu Qing who was a first-level Talisman Master in the past. Now that Junior Brother Gu Qing had broken through the fifth level of Qi Refining and became Senior Brother Gu Qing, he naturally wanted to make every effort to make friends with him.
Passing through a white illusory barrier, the crane embroidered on the left chest of Gu Qing's gray clothes heard a chirp, and it solidified a lot. He had already removed his breathing robe on the road, and his face was as usual as he walked. Entering the mountain gate, he nodded and chuckled at the fourth-level Qi Refining disciple on the right who was guarding the mountain gate.
After entering the mountain gate of the Xianhe Sect, the spiritual energy that came to me suddenly became much richer. In many places, the spiritual energy had condensed into white mist, and disciples of the sect could be seen in twos and threes around.
The familiar scene finally made Gu Qing feel relaxed.
He felt like he was home.
But it was clear that the deserted village in Huaining County was his home.
He met many familiar faces along the way. Regardless of their different expressions, Gu Qing nodded in greeting.
He walked quickly towards the back mountain, thoughts flashing in his eyes.
There are nine main peaks in the Xianhe Sect. Gu Qing is working under Master Sun Sheng of the Ninth Peak. He originally selected the Ninth Peak under Master Sun Sheng just to keep him out of trouble.
Lingcao Garden, Lingtian, Beast Garden, Gongshan Pavilion, Deacon Hall, etc. have nothing to do with the Ninth Peak.
Therefore, besides Gu Qing, there are only a dozen outer disciples in the Ninth Peak, most of whom are just waiting to die.
"I wonder what Master Sun has called me for... Judging from the behavior of the junior brother in front of the mountain gate, Guo Zifeng must have reported my matter to the gate after he came back. Has the gate already made arrangements for me?"
Gu Qing pondered in his heart and narrowed his eyes.
This is the benefit of spending a few days outside.
His eyes turned black, his brows twitched, and his spiritual energy fluctuations became a little unstable. He just arrived at the Cold Dragon Pond. There was only a thatched hut next to the pond, and Sun Sheng was fishing in front of the house.
"Um?"
Sun Sheng turned to look at Gu Qing, frowning, a little surprised.
"Uncle Sun."
Gu Qing cupped his fists and said neither humble nor overbearing.
"The fact that you were able to escape with your life from the battle between the Foundation Establishment monks shows that you are extremely agile. From today on, you are my deacon disciple of the Ninth Peak." Sun Sheng looked away from Gu Qing thoughtfully and flicked his left sleeve. Throw out a stream of red and red light.
Gu Qing caught it immediately.
He took a closer look.
This object is clearly the deacon seal of the Xianhe Sect.
