"The Little Spiritual Rain Technique can be performed by Lin Tingxue and the unknown junior brother. The red-tailed demon bee must be taken away."
Gu Qing reached out and pushed open the stone door.
The heavy stone door was as light as a feather in his hand. As the stone door was pushed open, a very special odor penetrated his nose, and his expression did not change.
Gu Qing's spiritual consciousness penetrated into those large tanks, stood on top of the sleeping red-tailed demon bees, took out the bell magic weapon, and put all seven red-tailed demon bees into it.
He focused his consciousness into the bell magic weapon and observed quietly for half an hour. He found that the seven red-tailed demon bees were indeed affected to some extent, but the impact was not significant.
Putting away the bell magic weapon, Gu Qing left his cave.
At night, he came to the cliff.
The two eyes were still staring at him, but the two junior brothers were probably staring until their eyes were red and their hearts were filled with annoyance.
Now it's time for these two junior brothers to be freed.
Gu Qing stepped on his feet, and his body turned into a ball of white air and shot towards the direction of the Xiuzhen Dafang. Two escaping lights in the distance quickly followed, trailing far behind.
Glancing behind him from the corner of his eye, Gu Qing had a playful look in his eyes.
His consciousness reached back and instantly enveloped Zhang Biao and Zhou Feng. The expressions of the brothers changed drastically.
"If you chase me again, each of you will have one arm cut off."
Gu Qing's cold voice sounded in their ears.
The figures of Zhang Biao and Zhou Feng seemed to be frozen in place at this moment, watching helplessly as Gu Qing turned into white light and disappeared into the night.
"Fourth Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
Zhou Feng sent a message to Zhang Biao and asked.
They were already not welcome at the Ninth Peak, but now that this matter had gone wrong again, they were afraid they would be punished if they went back.
"What should I do? How did I know to do this!" Zhang Biao took out the sound transmission jade talisman and said with a sneer, "Manager Sun asked us to track Gu Qing, and maybe he saved it for Gu Qing to kill us two. Think about it, when the time comes, the Sun family will use the opportunity to investigate Gu Qing."
"this……"
Zhou Feng's expression was uncertain.
"Anyway, Steward Sun just asked us to keep an eye on him. Now that he is out of the range of the Xianhe Sect, and our cultivation is not as good as his, isn't it natural for us to follow him?" Zhang Biao said, and was about to contact Steward Sun, Zhou Feng grabbed his wrist at this moment.
"We'll talk about it in the daytime."
A sly smile flashed across Zhou Feng's face: "Tonight, let's dig into the woods on the mountain ridge. First, we will drain all the spiritual energy in our bodies. Then we will return to the ninth peak in a state of embarrassment. I believe that Manager Sun will also be there." I can’t say anything, it would be great if I could find my master and cry to him.”
"good idea."
Zhang Biao's eyes lit up and he headed towards the forest.
"Moreover, this can also sell Senior Brother Gu a favor. If one day he..." Zhou Feng, with a sly smile and a green face, said to himself silently.
…
Gu Qing felt that the two embellished tails behind him were missing, and waited for an opportunity to walk through a forest and put on a black robe and hat.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the entrance of Xiuzhen Dafang.
Without stopping, he walked straight into the Cultivation Workshop. Gu Qing mingled with the crowd and wandered around the stalls.
He came here for two purposes.
One of them is to purchase a high-grade metal magic weapon, a flying sword.
The second one is to purchase a few second-grade elixirs.
More than ten breaths later, Gu Qing stopped in front of a stall. He looked at the monk who was also wearing black robes and was bargaining with the stall owner. The pill in the jade bottle was unplugged as the stopper was pulled out. , the aura emitted is no different from the two red pills that Gu Qing obtained from Chu Tian.
"Although this red ginseng pill is very powerful, if you take it, you may lose your consciousness in a short period of time. How about selling these five red ginseng pills for 80 medium-grade spiritual stones?"
The black-robed monk in front of the stall spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Ah……"
The stall owner smiled lightly.
"no."
Then gave a decisive response.
This stall owner is a weirdo with extremely exaggerated shoulder width, but his height is about the same as that of ordinary people. This weirdo has two gray eyebrows hanging on his shoulders, a pair of eyes that are light gold, a shaved head, and a pair of big hands twisting a string. The prayer beads made of polished skulls have a compassionate smile on their faces.
"Is there anyone negotiating prices at Master Kuzhi's stall?"
"In the past few months, no one has been able to negotiate the price of even one spiritual stone at Master Kuzhi's booth! Fellow Taoist, I advise you to give up on this idea."
The surrounding cultivators were talking a lot.
Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly.
He glanced at the mahogany sign beside him, which stated that this red ginseng pill is a second-grade mid-level pill. It is extremely powerful. It would take one to two months for a monk in the late stage of Qi refining to fully refine it after taking one pill. It can greatly improve spiritual power. In addition, this pill may have a certain impact on the meridians above the head of the monk who takes it, causing the monk to lose his spiritual intelligence within the time of drinking tea.
One red ginseng pill is worth twenty-five middle-grade spiritual stones, and five pills are worth ninety-five middle-grade spiritual stones.
"Lin wants this bottle of elixir."
He took a few steps forward and spoke in a deep voice.
As soon as Gu Qing said this, the eyes of the cultivators gathered around him. The black-robed monk in front of the stall also turned his head, probably looking at him with his eyes.
Master Kuzhi smiled slightly and said, "It seems that this female donor has no chance of getting this red ginseng pill..."
Unexpectedly, the black-robed monk in front of the stall looked at Gu Qing for a few times and then trembled. He took out ninety-five middle-grade spiritual stones, threw them towards Master Kuzhi, and then put away the bottle of red ginseng pill. He turned around and blended into the crowd.
Ninety-five middle-grade spiritual stones were floating around Master Kuzhi, and Master Kuzhi frowned on his big face.
Master Kuzhi had thoughts flashing in his eyes and looked at Gu Qing.
"This female donor must know this Taoist friend."
Master Kuzhi said to Gu Qing.
"Why did the master call her the female benefactor and Lin as a Taoist friend?" Gu Qing came to the stall and asked the question inadvertently, covered by the black mist hanging down by his bamboo hat.
"Nature is to distinguish. If the earthly mind still exists, it is natural to be a donor. If the earthly mind does not exist, it is called a Taoist friend."
Ku Zhi smiled slightly, and golden light flowed between his skin and flesh. A powerful aura spread out and condensed into the figure of a golden Buddha, forcing the crowd away in all directions.
Gu Qing was the only one left in front of the stall.
"Fellow Taoist, can I charge less spiritual stones when buying elixirs?"
Gu Qing seemed unaware of this and asked.
"cannot."
Master Kuzhi's expression remained unchanged and he was categorical.
Gu Qing glanced at the stall.
"Lin wants these three ice marrow pills." He took out 72 middle-grade spiritual stones and 800 low-grade spiritual stones and handed them to Master Kuzhi behind the stall.
Master Kuzhi saw that among the spirit stones that Gu Qing took out, there was not a single middle-grade water attribute spirit stone. He smiled at Gu Qing with some deep meaning and put away these spirit stones.
"Ice Marrow Pill, it takes a month and a half for monks to take it before it can be completely refined. During this month and a half, while the monks are refining this pill and improving their cultivation, they must resist the cold air carried by this pill. The poor monk reminds me , Taoist fellows, don’t come looking for a poor monk in the future because your meridians are burned by the cold air.”
Master Kuzhi picked up an ice blue jade bottle and handed it to Gu Qing.
Gu Qing took it in his hand and felt like he was holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice. The coldness penetrated his skin and flesh and went straight into his bones. It really felt like it was freezing to the very soul.
This ice-blue jade bottle is covered with a layer of solid ice, which covers the original texture of the jade bottle.
Gu Qing's consciousness penetrated into it, and immediately there was a chill in his head, and there was intense pain. Even though he was as determined as he was, he frowned slightly.
Enduring the pain, he took a few glances at the ice-blue pills inside. Gu Qing withdrew his consciousness, nodded to the Kuzhi master, and turned around to join the crowd.
"Fellow Taoist must have been in contact with some evil god, and has been marked on his body. If he goes outside that area one day, he may be snatched away by the demon, so he must be cautious."
A voice transmission sounded in Gu Qing's ears.
Gu Qing suddenly looked back.
Master Kuzhi was looking at him with a face full of compassion, but the look of compassion that was highlighted by the string of skull beads gave him a somewhat strange sense of tearing.
"Thank you, Master, for informing me."
Gu Qing sent a message back.
He nodded gently to Master Kuzhi, turned around and left.
…
"Mark of the Evil God? Demon seizing the body?"
Gu Qing's expression did not change, thoughts flashed in his eyes.
If what Master Kuzhi said just now is true, it should be the mark left on him by the existence claiming to be the 'True God' among the two fragments of the statue obtained from Beizawa.
"According to records in ancient books, evil gods were mostly born from evil sacrifices and belong to the incense practice. Immortal sects such as the 'Lian Sect' and 'Gui Yi Yi' on the mainland all have the inheritance of the incense practice. We should collect some in the future. information on this."
Gu Qing thought for a moment and continued to wander around the stalls.
He had good luck on this trip.
So quickly, he figured out that the two pills obtained from Chu Tian were the second-grade mid-level red ginseng pills.
Half an hour later, Gu Qing stopped in front of a relatively remote shop. On one side was a restaurant called 'Yun Ke Lai', and the aroma of spiritual food came to his nostrils.
"Zhaoyangxuan."
Gu Qing raised his head and glanced at the name of the store.
Leaning at the door of the shop and smelling the aroma coming from next door, the thin young man in a blue gown was in a daze. When he saw the customer coming, he immediately greeted the customer with a smile and introduced Gu Qing into the shop.
Gu Qing pointed directly at the long sheathed sword hanging on the wall that he had seen outside the shop.
There are subtle differences between flying swords and long swords.
The long sword has a scabbard. This scabbard is also a good magical weapon. Even if it is not a magical weapon, it must be refined with good spiritual materials. This long sword is mostly used by sword cultivators.
Flying swords have no scabbard and are often slightly shorter than long swords, but nothing is certain.
"How is this sword priced?"
Gu Qing asked.
"Twenty-eight pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones." The thin young man in a blue gown smiled even more when he heard this and said the quote.
"High-grade magical artifact, is the price too high? Gu has visited four or five stores, and the price quoted by this store is the highest." Gu Qing said.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a look of displeasure on the face of the thin young man in blue shirt, and then changed the subject: "But this long sword is only seen from a distance, and it doesn't match Lin's feelings. However, Lin is a little shy in his pocket, can you give me a price?" Twenty-four middle-grade spiritual stones? In Xuanmen, twenty-four is the number for growth and prosperity."
When the thin young man in blue shirt heard the words, the displeasure on his face disappeared, and he nodded with a smile: "Then I will follow what the fellow Taoist said, and the price will be twenty-four pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones."
Gu Qing paid 2,400 low-grade spiritual stones, took the long sword in his hand, and unsheathed it with a clang, and a dense chill suddenly appeared around him.
He looked at the sword carefully.
The blade of the sword is more than three fingers wide, and is white as snow. The blade has a cold glow, and there are densely packed subtle spiritual patterns on it, which spread from the tip to the hilt, forming two ancient seal characters.
"This sword is called the Snow Flower Sword. It goes out ten miles away from the frost and cold. When you kill people, you can only see dazzling white light, but no bright red blood." The thin young man in blue shirt said with a bit of reluctance.
Gu Qing was very satisfied with this sword.
The quality of this sword is considered good among high-grade magical weapons, and the killing intention attached to it is stronger than any sword Gu Qing has ever used in his life.
This sword is truly a fierce weapon.
Gu Qing smiled at the thin young man in blue shirt, sheathed the long sword, and gently stroked the scabbard with his hand, like stroking a piece of solid ice. He felt a chill in his hand, but he was somewhat reluctant to let go.
"Farewell."
Gu Qing held his sword and clasped his fists, and left the shop.
In the Cultivation Workshop, there was still an endless stream of monks coming and going. Gu Qing walked into Yun Ke Lai next to the shop and rented a room for twenty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.
Holding the wooden sign with the number "C" number 23 in his hand, Gu Qing walked through the courtyard behind Yunke Lai Restaurant, led by the young man in green on the first level of Qi Refining in front of him.
