On the outskirts of Lingcheng, a long-established cemetery is immersed in endless darkness. The night was low, the stars were sparse, and only the faint moonlight shone on the cemetery, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
A mysterious man in a black cloak silently stepped into the cemetery. His figure seemed to blend into the darkness, making it difficult to detect.
He walked straight to a tombstone. It seemed to have experienced the baptism of time. The sealing soil was worn away by wind and rain, leaving only a huge stone monument standing. The man in black robe quietly stretched out his finger and lightly slid over the carvings.
Suddenly, a strange sound rang through my ears, as if it was a call from deep underground.
The ground in front of the tombstone slowly sank, revealing a deep tunnel.
The eyes of the man in black robes were condensed, like the stars in the night sky, twinkling with cold light.
He looked around to make sure there was nothing strange around him. Suddenly, he flashed into the tunnel like lightning. This tunnel is made up of long and narrow stones, as if a black snake is entangled in it, stretching endlessly. The interior is extremely dark, like a passage leading to hell, making it difficult to see the end.
Not long after, the man in black robe walked along the stairs for a while, and finally came to a tomb. This tomb is huge and solemn, with walls as smooth as mirrors and exuding a faint medicinal fragrance. The lid of the coffin in the center of the tomb slowly opened, revealing a quiet female corpse.
She was lying there, and if it weren't for the sword mark on her neck, she really seemed to be sleeping. The man in black robe approached and gently touched the face of the female corpse, with complex emotions flowing in his eyes.
His fingers gently touched the cold skin, and he whispered to himself: "Don't worry, no matter what, I will definitely bring you back to life. No matter what the cost, I will bring you back to me. We will always be together." not separated."
The female corpse was still sleeping with her eyes closed, without any response.
Suddenly, another figure suddenly appeared in front of the man in black robe. He was wearing a gray-blue novice suit and a bamboo hat. His back was facing the man in black robe, and his hands were behind his back.
The man in black robe raised his head, stared at the novice monk, and said calmly: "You are here."
The novice monk slowly turned around, revealing his terrifying face. Under the bamboo hat, in addition to a talking mouth, there were seven eyes on his face, as if they were seven evil eyes.
"Amitabha, the young monk has come to bring you good news."
"Good news?" The man in black robe was stunned for a moment, and then a sound of surprise came from under the hood of the black robe, "Could it be that you have found a way to make your wife reborn?"
"Yes." The demon monk nodded and said with a smile, "You are right, the monk has found a way to resurrect your wife."
The man in black robe suddenly felt a burst of joy in his heart, and asked eagerly: "Please tell me, what should I do to save my wife!"
"Have you ever heard of Fire Ganoderma?" the demon monk asked mysteriously.
"Of course I know about this... Ganoderma lucidum, but Fire Ganoderma... I've never heard of it..." The man in black robe answered with some confusion.
"Fire Lingzhi is a strange thing that can absorb the energy of yin and yang underground. No matter how seriously injured you are, as long as you take Fire Lingzhi, you can return to life from the edge of life and death. And this time, you need to get it Fire Ganoderma, after thousands of years of refining, has extraordinary medicinal power. Once obtained, I can resurrect your wife!" The demon monk explained earnestly.
Hearing the detailed description of the demon monk, the man in black robe's breathing became rapid.
However, he seemed to suddenly think of something and sneered, "This is not that simple. Such a precious treasure will inevitably arouse competition from many parties. With my weak strength, how can I take it back? If I go by myself, wouldn't I be doing it myself?" Looking for a dead end?"
"Please don't be anxious, I have already thought about it for you." With that said, the demon monk waved his hand and threw a jade bottle to him.
Reaching out to catch the bottle, the man in black robe opened it. The smell of blood hit his face. When he poured it into his palm, he saw a few red pills. He made a confused voice from under his hood, "What is this?"
"These are blood demon pills that I refined with the blood of Arhat. After taking them, your strength will be greatly increased. They are enough for you to deal with those who are fighting for them. Even those who are in the realm of innate virtual pills can deal with one or two." The demon monk explained mysteriously.
"Such a powerful pill, may it have side effects?" The man in black robe couldn't help but asked worriedly.
"That's natural. Forcibly raising the realm will inevitably damage your liver and burn your lifespan. However, this is also your only chance to resurrect your lover. Whether you grasp it or not depends entirely on your own decision." The demon monk replied calmly.
The man in black robe fell into deep thought, with all kinds of worries and thoughts flashing through his mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided, and replied in a low voice: "Okay, I promise you."
The demon monk nodded with satisfaction and said with a mysterious smile: "Very good, come with me. I have prepared a new thing for you." After that, he turned and left, followed closely by the man in black robe.
When the door to the secret room opened, the man in black robe felt a chill coming over him, like a cold wind in the dark night. The house is dark and mysterious, with a mysterious atmosphere surrounding it.
There was a blood-red long sword placed on the altar table in the secret room. The sword was placed in a disk, and the disk was filled with turbid blood. The blood slowly penetrated into the sword body, and the sword body was covered with a layer of texture, like thousands of squirming blood veins.
"bring it on!"
The demon monk said with a smile. He made a seal, and the sword flew up and fell into his hand. He observed the sword blade carefully, and after admiring it for a moment, handed the sword to the man in black robe. "Take it, this sword complements the 'Blood Sword Technique' you practice and will bring you greater power."
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As night fell, the bright moonlight filled a house in Lingcheng like water.
The courtyard walls of the house are tall and majestic. On the stone railings, green vines climb and are dotted with strings of delicate flowers. The fragrance of flowers fills the air, like an intoxicating piece of music slowly playing.
In the courtyard, several graceful women dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, playing like fairies in a fairyland under the moonlight, were playing.
Sometimes they squatted next to the flower bed, carefully holding a blooming flower, and gently caressing the petals, as if they were in tacit communication with the flower's soul; sometimes they hid behind the rockery, laughing gracefully, like flowers blooming. The laughter is like a burst of bird singing, floating gently in the quiet night sky.
Among them, a slightly pale young man, his face covered with a veil, was groping around.
The young man's heart was filled with anticipation and excitement. Finally, he keenly grabbed a woman and suddenly pulled off the covering from his eyes.
His eyes were shining with bright and gentle light, like two deep lakes, carrying wisdom and cunning. The young man squinted at the plump woman in his arms and said happily: "Little beauty, hug me I knew it was you, haha, you lost, now you know how to serve me, right?"
"Master, you are so bad, you always like to bully me." The woman gasped coquettishly.
"Yes, I just like to 'bully' you." The young man smiled proudly, leaned down and kissed the woman's forehead. The gentle touch was like a breeze, arousing ripples in the woman's heart.
"Yunfei!"
The moonlight spilled into the courtyard through the crack in the door, and the gentle light reflected the figure of a thin old man, who slowly walked in from the door. When the women saw him, they immediately saluted and paid tribute. Their hearts were filled with awe and they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
The young man still held the beautiful woman in his arms tightly, with a bright smile on his face, and asked gently: "Uncle Su, is there anything important?"
The old man named Uncle Su looked around and did not answer immediately.
His eyes were as hot as the sun, penetrating directly through the young man's body and falling on the woman in his arms, smiling. The young man had no choice but to gently push the woman in his arms away and waved gently, "Come down, you go to the room and wait for me."
Uncle Su looked at the smiling expression on the young man's face and finally answered: "Young Master, I have already heard the news. Today the Lord of the City is going to the Qian Mansion. I believe that one of the people traveling with you is the second young master of the Qian Mansion, Qian." picture."
"Money picture?" The young man frowned slightly, a puzzled expression flashed across his face, and then he suddenly realized, "Ah, are you talking about the person who has become famous in Lingcheng recently?"
"Yes, that's him."
The young man smiled softly and asked curiously: "Well, do you have any more information about him?"
The thin Uncle Su thought for a moment and continued: "Oh, people from the Wen family in Nanning also went to the Qian Mansion today."
"Mr. Wen?" The young man sneered. He didn't seem to be interested in the news. "I'm afraid he went because of Wen Wanru's death? This kind of thing is not interesting."
"That's true, but Wen Yunfan and Qian Tu almost started fighting. Their relationship has been strained to the limit..."
"Oh, come on!"
The young man's eyes lit up and he seemed to be very interested in this matter.
However, the emaciated Uncle Su shook his head, "At the critical moment, City Lord Li appeared, and they did not fight. But I can confirm that Second Young Master Qian is a casual cultivator."
"Rogue cultivator?" The young man opened his mouth in surprise, as if being hit by a gust of wind, his heart was filled with excitement. "It's so interesting, it's so interesting. These days, there are actually rogue cultivators who can knock down immortals." Door? Haha, it’s really an anecdote for the ages.”
"So, young master, you must be careful when traveling together this time. After all, we are here with a mission, otherwise..."
"Hey, Uncle Su is worrying too much. He is just a casual cultivator. So what if he knocks on the immortal gate? Without the inheritance of the master gate, it will be in vain." The young man waved his hand and dismissed it at all.
"The young master is right. But I still hope that you can be more careful. After all, your safety is related to the master's instructions before his death." Uncle Su said solemnly.
The young man sighed and said rather helplessly: "Well, in that case, let's try to keep a low profile."
Uncle Su nodded slightly, immediately left the pavilion and returned to the room to rest.
