Wei State, Tianque Mountains.
The sect of Jiu Sha Palace is located in the vast mountains south of the border. It is a vast and inaccessible place in the secular world, and naturally it is difficult to find it.
The white mist that lingers all year round shrouds everything. If we judge only from the mountains, the beauty here is even more outstanding than the two mountain ranges of Sunset and Xuanwu in Wei State. It is undoubtedly the highest in Wei State.
There are 90,000 miles of mountains and rivers within it, and although there are countless towering mountains, they are not as good as the most orthodox peak of the Jiusha Palace sect, the Yuheng line.
Without it, the sect's only Yuanying Master, the one who has guarded the Nine Evil Palace for thousands of years and remains unshakable, lives here every day!
It was already sunset when Meng Qianqiu returned to the sect, and by the time she reached the halfway point of Yuheng Mountain, it was completely dark.
Upward, twists and turns, with uncertain directions, countless mountains and rocks are piled up, and the normally beautiful wild flowers have disappeared under the night surveillance, and the surroundings are pitch black.
Perhaps it was due to the vague pain coming from the wound, Meng Qianqiu sighed secretly, tied the empty cuffs into a tight knot, and walked upward slowly.
Uneasy and hesitant, Meng Qianqiu was a little tired after walking for an unknown amount of time, so she casually leaned on a rock to rest. She was stunned for a moment and looked up at the clouds near the horizon.
It seemed like a piece of gloomy ashes that could not be dispersed, like a deathly rain that was about to spread across the sky and the earth.
"Zhao Ping...Zhao Ping!!"
Meng Qianqiu clenched her fists until her palms turned white, and her hatred dissipated slightly.
Meng Qianqiu knew better than anyone what impact a broken arm would have on her practice. Not to mention the rapid decline in her qualifications, she was unable to perform some extremely powerful techniques.
But the matter has come to this, and what should be faced must be faced, not to mention that she still has to give an explanation to her master.
With the slight chirping of insects and the sound of footsteps getting closer, Meng Qianqiu subconsciously looked in the direction, and the man also saw her appearance, as if he was surprised.
"...Chiaki?"
The speaker was a beautiful woman in palace attire, about thirty years old, who took good care of herself on weekdays, which may have something to do with her rapid promotion to the early stage of pill formation.
"Aunt Jane!"
Meng Qianqiu screamed in surprise, her expression became enthusiastic, and she hurriedly stood up to greet her. However, before she could reach her side, the latter rushed over to her. She said in shock: "Where's the arm?!"
"Here! Aunt Zhen, do you think you can still catch me?"
Meng Qianqiu immediately took a picture of something in the storage bag. Under the moonlight, the frozen arm looked particularly eerie.
Even though it was well preserved, strange swelling appeared in many places on the severed arm, as well as several purple scars.
"Can we still connect?" Meng Qianqiu asked again.
Based on Li Zhen's years of experience in practicing medicine, she could tell at a glance that it was more than half a month before her arm was broken off. If she had used her full strength a few hours after the arm was broken off, there was still a possibility of saving her. But now... .
Looking at her expectant eyes, Li Zhen still couldn't bear to say anything. She just touched Meng Qianqiu's head, suppressing the regret in her heart, and comforted her and said: "Maybe."
Meng Qianqiu forced out a smile. She had been practicing with the woman in front of her on the Demonic Island for a long time. How could she not understand the deep meaning of Aunt Zhen's words?
She pretended to be free and easy and said to herself: "It doesn't matter, I can still build the foundation with one hand, it's no big deal. By the way, Aunt Zhen, is the master still in the pavilion?"
Li Zhen glanced at her: "When you meet Master like this, do you want him to become so angry that he dies of anger?"
Meng Qianqiu said: "This is a despicable villain who sneaked up on me. He calculated it mentally and unintentionally. I am lucky that I lost an arm."
"Let me see your wound." Li Zhen couldn't help but opened up the broken arm of Meng Qianqiu. The blood connecting the arm had become mushy, and most of the places were scabbed and uneven. Li Zhen seemed to have something to say. Touching it thoughtfully, Meng Qianqiu frowned in pain.
"Have you used your teleportation compass?"
Meng Qianqiu secretly thought something was wrong, but the irrefutable evidence did not allow her to quibble, so she could only say truthfully: "Yes."
Li Zhen shook her head: "Qianqiu, you lied."
"Aunt Zhen, I don't..." Meng Qianqiu wanted to defend herself, but was stopped by Li Zhen's outstretched hand.
"The cross-section you were wounded by the sword was fast, steady, and ruthless. The blood was concentrated to the point of bursting out, which is why the large scabs formed now. And when you have a lot of spiritual power in your body, ordinary slashes cannot be done. at this point,"
"So there is only one possibility. You and the enemy are both in a state of exhaustion. He cuts off your arm and you take the opportunity to escape. If there are more than two enemies, you will die before you have the chance to use the teleportation compass. "
"Continuing to talk about the sword wound, the person who injured you is also in the Qi Refining Stage. His deep attainments in swordsmanship can also be seen from the wound. Master, these days, I asked me to check all the people who are about to advance in Tianyun Continent. For cultivators who have reached the foundation-building stage, I have briefly thought about it, and there are only five people who can threaten you, but none of them are proficient in sword techniques."
Meng Qianqiu was silent for a long time after hearing this. Aunt Zhen was still as scary as she was on the Demonic Island. She could see the whole situation in the blink of an eye. Even if her guess was wrong, the truth of the matter was almost inseparable.
"You ignored Master's order and insisted on going to the Forgotten Land. Regardless of the process, being careless and underestimating the enemy is a taboo in practice that Master often said. Even I can see the little things. Do you think you can hide it from him? ?”
Meng Qianqiu, who has always been fearless, heard this and immediately begged and said to Li Zhen: "Aunt Zhen, please help me think of a way to make my master forgive me?"
"You go back with me to rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
Li Zhen did not answer her, so Meng Qianqiu had no choice but to follow Li Zhen to her cave to stay overnight.
.......
"Master, Qianqiu is going to visit the Forgotten Land and will be back within a few months."
"no!"
The old man at the main seat was about sixty years old, with a kind face, but his tone was very firm.
"Why not? The disciple has the Frost Moon Sword to protect himself and has many means. Unless hundreds of people attack, if the disciple wants to leave, who can stay?"
"Child, be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship." The old man said with profound meaning.
"No, Master..."
...
Meng Qianqiu suddenly woke up from the bed, paused for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
In her dream, she recalled her rejection of her ancestor, and was subsequently expelled from the Nine Evils Palace. She was attacked by a group of enemies. Just when she was about to be beheaded, she woke up with a fright.
Meng Qianqiu looked around. She was the only one left in the cave of Li Zhen, the alchemy monk. There was a jade slip on the stone table. She reached out and grabbed it, and the contents inside suddenly appeared in her mind.
Li Zhen thought that Meng Qianqiu would invite her to meet her master today, so she made an excuse and left.
"Forget it, I can only solve it myself."
Meng Qianqiu left here and went to the pavilion at the top of Yuheng Mountain again. This mountain was only occupied by Zhenren Mo Yuan and his more than a dozen alchemy disciples, so there were no handymen. The journey was smooth. Meng Qianqiu watched in the courtyard. Two people arrived.
One is Mo Yuan, who is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and there is also Teacher Lu who is also very familiar to Meng Qianqiu, who is in the early stage of pill formation and taught her several languages on the Demonic Island!
"Disciple Meng Qianqiu, pay homage to the master and pay homage to Master Lu!" She immediately knelt down to the two of them from a distance.
The two people who were much higher than Meng Qianqiu naturally noticed this scene: "Oh? Qianqiu is back?" Lu Nannan used a rare language to talk to Meng Qianqiu.
After Meng Qianqiu was stunned for a few breaths, he also tried to answer in his own language. Lu Nannan shook his head and said this time in the language commonly used in Tianyun Continent:
"Qianqiu, your language expression is weaker than before."
Master Mo Yuan never glanced at Meng Qianqiu from beginning to end. He only focused on the two simple firearms made of iron pipes on the stone table. It seemed that the knot in his heart that had not been resolved for several months disappeared at this moment.
"Is this the shotgun I gave you the method to make?"
Master Mo Yuan picked up one of the iron pipes with a trigger on it, closed one eye, and aimed at the white wall of the courtyard.
Lu Nannan also looked at his work proudly. He smiled and said: "Teacher, try it by firing a shot. What do you think of the effect?"
"Are you using my ratio? One nitrate, two yellows and three charcoal. If you put it in the wrong way, it will explode."
Lu Nannan thought for a while and said: "Teacher, I don't understand what an explosive chamber is. I can only guarantee that this thing can be fired as you said... What did it come from? I forgot, yes, bullets."
"Forget it, it's my fault that I didn't understand this at the time, just treat it as a random gadget..."
Mo Yuan muttered to himself while pointing the shotgun at the tiles on the white wall.
Meng Qianqiu looked at the strange things in the hands of the two men, and her curiosity overshadowed the storm that followed. She stared intently, as if she also wanted to know how powerful this strange weapon was.
There was only a dull sound of "bang", and a thick stream of green smoke suddenly burst out from the iron pipe in Mo Yuan's hand. Immediately, the bricks on the wall shattered, and a small piece of it was destroyed.
"It's better to strike casually in the early stage of agility." Mo Yuan waved his hand, dispersing the lingering dust in the blink of an eye, and said to Lu Nannan.
"That's right..." Lu Nannan nodded in agreement, but when the conversation changed, he suddenly said:
"The teacher's endless talent, the students are really impressed by it. Although this weapon called a shotgun is useless to us monks, once it is mass-produced and sold to the secular forces controlled by us Jiusha Palace, it may have consequences for the world. The impact of great changes!”
"This thing can't be spread outside, let's stop here." Mo Yuan patted the dust on his hands, flicked his sleeves, and turned the two shotguns into powder: "The production process is written word for word on the jade slip, using fourteen lines. The seal and blessing are classified as top secret, and you should know the old rules."
"Yes, the student understands." Lu Nannan nodded in agreement: "Then the student will withdraw first?"
"It's okay to go back now. Prepare more of your strengths. It won't be long before we have to go back to Demon Island and recruit a group of little guys to come and play. Don't embarrass me." Mo Yuan said. He said slowly after a pause.
"Haha!" Lu Nannan glanced at Meng Qianqiu who was standing aside: "Teacher, don't worry."
"In that case, retreat." Mo Yuan waved away Lu Nannan and glanced at Meng Qianqiu coldly: "Come here."
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