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Since leaving Fenghua Valley, it is rare to have a solid sleep. Now I am finally no longer afraid, and I hope to have a good dream. However, when he was still asleep and waking up, someone faintly called: "No junior brother, wake up quickly......"

Who's making noise, so don't let people sleep!

When he opened his eyes in a daze, he realized that he had gone from sitting cross-legged to lying on all fours, leaving a small puddle of saliva on the mat.

It was still in a dream, but it turned out that I fell asleep unconsciously. Looking out of the window, it's getting dark. What time is it?

"The time is coming to an end, if you don't get up again, you will starve, don't blame me for not reminding, it's too late to regret it......"

Wu Yi hurriedly propped himself up, only to see someone standing not far away urging him repeatedly.

It was Zong Bao, who was chatting with him last night, and he actually came over early to call him to get up. It's just that he has a jade plate and a leather bag tied around his waist, and a short sword in his hand.

Wu Yi woke up, answered hurriedly, tidied up his clothes a little, and was about to go out.

Zong Bao shook his head, smiled and pointed: "Bring magic weapons, skins, and illuminated night pearls, and then bring hand towels, dishes and chopsticks, and nothing else ......."

A magic weapon, a short sword?

Wu Yi pulled out the bag from under the wooden couch, took out a few things like the above, tied the leather bag around his waist, and inserted the short sword into his arms, before he packed it up, he saw that Zong Bao had taken the lead out of the shed. He followed, and then went down the hill.

At this time, the sky is getting white and the morning mist is filled. There are figures swaying in front and back, and there is no doubt that the situation should be a fellow disciple.

After a while, I came to a mountain spring.

At the signal of Zong Bao, Wu Ji wiped his face with a hand towel. Then the two continued to move forward together, encountering more and more figures along the way.

"Hehe, those are all your and my fellow brothers, but they can't stand the cold and dampness of the shack, so they dig their own caves in the mountains and settle down separately. You're new to the city, and you've been wronged for a few days, and it's not too late to move when you find a suitable place!"

"Is it appropriate?"

"Why is it not suitable? You and I have no cultivation for the time being, but we can be counted as monks anyway, if we don't have a cave to live in, how can we cultivate! The steward knows this very well and never asks about it!"

"Thank you brother Tai for your advice! However, I think Na Ge is very powerful......

"There are five stewards in Yujing, one is gone, and there are only four left, all of them are feather masters with mana, but they have been banished here because of their slow cultivation and entry. The same is true of the Gucci steward, who is reasonably depressed and irritable. It's good to stay away from him......"

"Except for the steward, there are no masters here?"

"Yes, the director of Yujing is Deacon Xuanji, but he has been in retreat for many years and has ignored the cumbersomeness, and the affairs of Yujing are all handled by a few stewards......

"What's the use of this bag?"

"Hehe, brother, you're here again, if it's someone else, you've already been asked by you......"

The two of them talked as they walked, and gradually came to the row of houses in the valley. The torches under the eaves were extinguished, and there were two more pots and stoves, and they were manned. The disciples who gathered came forward one by one to receive food.

Wu Ji followed behind Zong Bao and looked around.

As the morning dawns, the valley grows brighter. There were thirty or forty disciples who received food, and they scattered one after another, some alone, and some in groups of three or five. Most of them were men, mixed with several women, with very different looks and appearances, and they ranged in age from teenagers to the elderly.

Wu Yi was slightly surprised, and whispered: "Those are all Yujing disciples......?

Zong Bao disagreed: "Those who have spiritual roots do not mean that they can become immortals. After decades of hard work, there is no shortage of people who have achieved nothing!"

Blameless was silent, and suddenly felt that last night's excitement was a little taken for granted. If you can't become an immortal, do you have to live here for the rest of your life?

Suddenly, I got under the eaves.

In the two large pots on the stove, clear soup and meat pieces are boiled respectively.

Wu Yi took out a clay bowl and divided a spoonful of clear soup and two pieces of yellow-brown meat. He didn't know why, so he followed Zong Bao to the side and squatted on the ground, and listened to the other party say: "The soup contains a multi-flavored elixir, which is the most nourishing and replenishing qi. The meat pieces come from the Lingshan cricket, which has the ability to clear qi and detoxify......"

What kind of cricket, isn't it just a ground insect used as bait? And remember that it is only the thickness of a finger, why is it so thick in front of you?

Wuyi picked up the piece of meat and sniffed it, the smell was fishy, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted, so he wanted to throw it away, hesitated, and threw it into the skin.

Zong Bao didn't stop eating and drinking, and smiled as expected: "Hehe, there are times when you are hungry......

Indifferent, he took a sip of soup with a clay bowl. The taste is bitter, but it is comparable to the vegetable soup of the Qi San people. He couldn't help but grin and open his mouth.

"Oh, it's a tyrannical thing!"

Someone came over, it was an old man with gray hair, also dressed in a green shirt and a leather bag tied around his waist, but he was holding an empty bowl, and said regretfully: "Little junior brother, if you don't like to drink soup, ......how about I do it for you?"

Wuyi stood up, slightly stunned, but couldn't bear to refuse, and reached out to pour half a bowl of residual soup.

Zong Bao didn't have time to stop him, so he simply dodged to the side, and said in disgust: "Old Yuntou, you are here to take advantage again......"

The old man was not polite, took the remnant soup and drank it all, and then with a satisfied look, he closed his eyes slightly, stroked his beard and praised: "The old man is more than 100 years old, but he is strong and strong, and his ears and eyes are clear, thanks to the credit of this bowl of longevity soup! Although the immortal road is slim, this life is enough...... That's enough!"

If this is longevity soup, wouldn't Qi Sanren's vegetable soup become the elixir of the fairy family?

Wu Blame was secretly dumbfounded, and said in a lost voice: "The old gentleman has expired his life?"

The old man opened his eyes and said gently: "Old Rotten Cloud Holy Son, it's just a few years of waste. I don't know how long the little junior brother lives ......"

Blameless hurriedly said: "Don't dare......!

The old man who called himself Yun Shengzi had a deep eye: "In my opinion, if the little junior brother is wise and foolish, and his expression is introverted, he must be from a famous family......!

Wu Blame's heart jumped, and he was about to answer, but he was pulled away by Zong Bao, and whispered in his ear: "He is deceiving you, don't pay attention to it!"

Yun Shengzi said unwillingly: "Little junior brother, I see that your achievements in the coming day are limitless, and we will learn and ......learn together."

turned around without apologies, but was still pulled away by Zong Bao.

At this moment, someone shouted: "The hour has come, go up the mountain!"

There were two more strong men under the eaves, one of whom was the steward Gotch, and with his order, dozens of people gathered here followed around the house and walked north. One of the stewards who accompanied him was said to be called Zhongkai.

Not far ahead, there are steep stone steps. After a stick of incense, he reached the top of the mountain. Not far away, is the main peak of the towering Yujing Peak.

But seeing the rising sun, the clouds open and close, the colorful glow fills the sky, and the sky is vast. The eyes are far away, and there are more peaks hidden in the sea of clouds. In a trance, it is like a fairyland, ethereal and forgetful!

Lingshan Shengjing is really extraordinary!

Wu Blame was dizzying to himself, and then he heard Gochi's voice sound again: "Don't delay, go down the well quickly." Each person has a hundred catties of fine jade, and if it is insufficient, it will be punished, Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, the two junior brothers, give me an inventory one by one......"

Following the sound, there is a valley below the top of the mountain, only a few miles in circumference, covered by vegetation and trees, which seems very secluded. On one side of the valley there was a house, and in the open space there was a lone shed. Looking in the direction of the shed, a dark hole leads deeper into the cliff.

Under the bamboo shed, there are two strange old men. Judging from his proper attire, there is no doubt that he should be in charge of affairs. The disciples who had gone out of the work went down the hillside to the valley, passed in front of the two people, and then ran to the entrance of the cave more than ten zhang away.

Don't think about it, this should be the Yujing Spirit Mine. And if you can't mine a hundred catties of refined jade, you still have to be punished?

Wu Ji followed behind Zong Bao and slowly moved forward with the crowd.

The two old stewards may have had an unsatisfactory life, but they were both angry, each sitting on a wooden stool, holding a palm-sized jade pendant in their hands and shaking it at will. said that it was an investigation, but there was no other action. Many disciples walked forward on their own and stepped into the cave one by one.

A moment later, there was confusion ahead. Someone shouted, and several young disciples hurried out of the cave with a person on their shoulders.

Wu Yi happened to walk in front of the grass hut and hurriedly stopped to watch. Many disciples were also looking around, their expressions looking a little solemn.

The man was carried to the open field not far away, and it was an old man, his eyes closed and his face as gray as gray, apparently dead for a long time.

The two stewards under the straw hut sat still, as if everything in front of them had become commonplace.

Gooch walked over to take a closer look and snorted disapprovingly. His companion raised his hand and threw out a ray of fire, and the corpses on the ground were instantly incinerated. When a gust of wind came, the corpses were gone, and there was no fly ash left, only a slight burn mark in the same place, which meant that someone had walked over again.

Blameless was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but reach out and pat Zong Bao's shoulder. The other party glanced back, but was silent, and there was an inexplicable layer of gloom and coldness in the eyes that were originally radiant.

Gooch waved his hand impatiently, urging business as usual.

Before he could move, he heard someone shouting, "Stop—"

Who to stop? Zong Bao didn't stop, but looked back curiously. And Gooch and the other steward looked at themselves, and their eyes were terrifying.

Blameless turned to the grass hut, only to see that the two idle old men suddenly became stern. Among them, the one named Xiang Rong raised his hand to signal, and the jade pendant he was holding actually flashed with light, and after he was conclusive, he said sharply: "Don't you understand the rules?"

It turned out that I was coming for my son, what rules did I break?

Huo Ran, an old man named Gou Jun, stood up, shook his feet, and was already in front of him, waving his hand and grabbing it, with a "stab" sound, the belt sewn on his waist broke out, and then fell to the ground with a "bang" and cracked. Among them, broken silver, animal skin talismans, five stones, jade pieces and other valuable things are presented one by one. Then two short swords fell, one after the other.

At the same time, exclamations abounded: "Spirit stone...... Talisman ...... Jade Slip ...... Ritual Instrument ......"

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ps: There is one more change in the evening.