Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

The breeze blew, shattered the leaves and wrinkled the water.

It also made Lu Zitong feel calm.

There are waves.

He is dressed in white clothes with snow, and his long hair is carefully managed and draped softly behind his back. An invisible wave emerges from him.

Although his face was expressionless, he was already moved.

"Who are you?"

He opened his mouth slowly, and looked away from the pill bottle in the opponent's palm with a bit of awkwardness.

Zhu Jidan!

If it were not for the lack of cultivation, he was afraid that he would have to go up and grab it.

"Someone who can help you." The man in black smiled indifferently, putting away the pill bottle:

"Lu Zitong, with your spiritual talent, no matter what school or school you are in, no one can cover it except those innate Taoist bodies."

"Why trapped in a small Cangyu faction?"

"My teacher treats me as kind as a mountain." Lu Zi's expression sank and said:

"Let me betray her, often not!"

"What is betrayal?" The man in black shook his head and said:

"Your master has the grace to teach you karma. This cannot be denied, but now she is already a hindrance to your path to enlightenment, which is also a fact."

"The ancients once said that judging the path of humanity is tantamount to killing one's parents!"

"Humph!" Lu Zitong hummed softly:

"Your Excellency, a senior Daoji, will he only provoke discord?"

"No!" The man in black shook his head again:

"I just invite you to join us, not to make you and your mentor host each other. If your master really thinks about you, you shouldn't stop it."

"after all…"

"Cangyu faction, there is still no way to build a Jidan, right?"

Lu Zitong was silent, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

His cultivation base had been qualified to attack the Dao Foundation Realm since the previous year, but Xue Luyi asked him to continue to temper his mana on the grounds that his foundation was insufficient.

This may be true.

But Lu Zitong also knew that even if he really had accumulated enough, it would be difficult for Zongmen to provide Jidan now.

The elder Mo is said to be able to refine the Jidan, but...

No herbs!

The main medicinal materials of Zhujidan are firmly controlled by the Jiujiang League and the four major families, and the share that flows out every year is very small.

The Cangyu faction, which has been established in Beichuan Island for more than ten years, is not qualified to participate in the carve-up.

Seeing his face change, the man in black knew that the other party had already moved and spoke again:

"In my sect, you will still be you, and you will be able to attain Daoji in the future. Although you can't return to the Cangyu faction, it's normal to help each other."

"This is also a good thing for the Cangyu faction!"

"Really?" Lu Zitong is not a person who can be deceived by a few words. He smiled coldly and showed disdain:

"Even if Lv really abandons the sect to build Jidan, why he chooses you, you hide your head and show your tail, even if you don't even know the origin, you are afraid of being unkind."

"Besides!"

He clasped his fists in both hands, arched his hands far away, and said:

"The head of my family is the Daoji Consummation monk. Now he is seeking the method of forming a pill. If he becomes a golden pill in the future, the Cangyu Sect will fly to Huang Tengda soon. Why is Lu Mou worrying about the road?"

"Golden Core?" The black-clothed man's voice tape was disdainful:

"Junior, do you think the golden core is so easy to knot? There are countless monks in the big Beijiang, and I don't know how many years before a golden core was born."

"Even the congenital Dao body, Zhong Tiandi, Lingxiu, can you still condense pill, let alone you and other ordinary practitioners?"

"Your family's Shouyuan is approaching. How many years can she protect her if she can not form a pill? And, even if she can really form a pill, you at that time will have no hope of foundation."

"As for us..."

He smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a dark red token fell into Lu Zitong's hand:

"Let's hold this thing, and find out what the words on it stand for. When you think about it clearly, come look for me."

"Remember!"

"It's your blessing that we can fall in love with you. Not everyone has this opportunity, and if you can't achieve Daoji..."

"It's also a waste one!"

When the sound fell, the black wind suddenly rose in the field, and it was a volume out of thin air.

Lu Zi stayed alone and stood there blankly.

He slowly bowed his head and looked at the token in his palm.

"Blood River."

...

The four veins of Saint Zong, Heishui, Blood River, Beiming, and Xuanyou.

Among them, the blood river line is the most terrible.

Unexpectedly.

There are also Shengzong people in Beijiang.

However, this is also normal. The Jiujiang League has not been back then, and the forces of all parties are intertwined, fighting each other, dissatisfied with each other, and it is difficult to control it.

Inside, it has long been infiltrated into a sieve.

Beijiang is no exception.

Moqiu didn't show up, nor did he stop the man.

no need.

It is impossible for him to protect the Cangyu Sect all the time, and it is not a major matter related to the survival of the sect. There is a junior, and it is not his turn to take care of it.

The escape light is like a black line, passing through the void, stopping in front of a cloud of pitch black ink.

Don't ask yourself to be covered in black smoke, the smoke spreads and rolls behind your back like a cloak, and the red eyes are looming, giving people a sense of horror.

The true content is hidden behind the black smoke.

"Om..."

The black cloud in front trembled lightly, showing a passage.

At the end of the passage, there was a stone step. Above the stone steps, the clouds were shrouded in smoke, as if there were mountains hidden in the dark clouds, and there was a little messy sound.

Don't ask to step inside and walk up the street.

Not long after, I walked into a prosperous palace in the clouds.

There are not many people in the hall, and most of them conceal their cultivation base and their true appearance. However, as long as there is no one who reveals a breath, there is no weak person, and the worst is Daoji monk.

and even…

Master Jin Dan!

"Mr. Mo Da!"

As soon as he walked into it, a familiar voice sounded in the distance, making him stagnate.

"Brother Zhou." Mo Qiu looked back, arching his hand towards the person who came.

In addition to the Jiujiang League, Beichuan Xiandao has the four great families as the top. The Zhou family is one of the four great families, and Zhou Xuangan is the third master of the Zhou family.

At the same time, he is also a golden core monk.

The two have traded several times in the past few years, and they can be regarded as acquaintances with each other.

"Mr. Mo Da, come to collect the elixir again?" Zhou Xuan felt a laugh, and stepped forward:

"It just so happens that I just received a batch of the best elixir from here to see if it suits your needs. There is also something to talk about. Why don't you find a place to discuss it in detail?"

"Oh!" Mo Qiunian turned his head, reaching out his hand to signal:

"Please."

"Please." Zhou Xuangan led the way and walked into a quiet room not far away for trading. After entering, he waved his hand, the aura fell, and all the sounds of the outside world disappeared.

"Two years ago, there were many monks who went to the waters to hunt monsters, and there were many good things."

Pulling over the soft chair and sitting down, he handed out a jade slip:

"The list of things is in it, Mr. Mo Da, check if there is anything you need. If there is, I will let someone send it."

"good."

Mo Qiu nodded, took the jade slip, swept away his spiritual thoughts, and his eyes lit up with a little regret:

"There are indeed a lot of good things, but it is a pity that Mo is ashamed of his pockets, most of which are just to relieve his eye addiction, but there is brother Lao Zhou."

"Haha..." Zhou Xuan smiled:

"With Mr. Mo Da's alchemy, if you want a spirit stone, isn't it easy to get?"

"Yeah." Don't ask any questions, think for a while, and ask:

"Brother Zhou, do you have Jidan on your hands?"

"Zhu Ji Dan?" Zhou Xuan was taken aback, then he nodded slowly after pondering for a moment:

"Mr. Mo Da, is there a future generation who needs this pill? Although I don't have much here, it's okay if I even out two grains."

As he said, he clapped his hands gently and sent a message:

"I'll be sent by someone."

The Jidan is naturally useless to them.

But it is an indispensable thing for a path of cultivation. In order to maintain their own position, the major forces have occupied the main medicine.

The share released every year is also to calm public anger.

Zhou Xuangan gave up two pills at will, which was undoubtedly a favor.

"It's hard work." Mo Qiu handed his hands over:

"Price…"

"Seeing out." Zhou Xuangan waved his hand, interrupting his conversation, and said:

"It just so happens that if someone asks to see you, I will treat it as a personal favor."

"Want to see me?" Mo Qiu was taken aback:

"Who?"

This is where some high-ranking monks from Jiujiang League meet. Few people know his name as "Mr. Mo Da".

Who would want to see himself?

Zhou Xuangan did not answer directly, but asked: "Brother Mo seems to have been looking for the fire method of the Golden Core Realm for the past few years?"

"Not bad." Moqiu nodded:

"Brother Zhou has a clue?"

"You don't need a single copy, but rubbings are okay. Momou just wants a look, not a private possession."

"Haha..." Zhou Xuangan smiled and shook his head:

"Once the skill rank enters the golden core, it's all things that can be used as a foundation, even if there is, no one is willing to make a move."

"Oh!"

"There is a way."

"What way?" Moqiu's eyes lit up.

Since advancing the Golden Core, he often feels that the power of the spells he has cultivated cannot keep up. Although the Shifang killing Dao is strong, it can only be effective if it is close.

The Burning Heaven Curse has gradually been unable to keep up with his cultivation level.

There is an urgent need for high-level methods.

"In Jiujiang League, there is an internal trade fair." Zhou Xuan said:

"Inside, things can be exchanged for things. If Brother Mo is willing to exchange his practice, he should be able to exchange for the same level of practice."

"..."

Don't ask for a stagnation.

Although he has extraordinary opportunities, he has the only Golden Core Method in his body, including the Coffin's Eight Scenery Skills, Yama's Heart Sutra, and the real body of Wuyuezhen Prison.

These are the foundations of his proof of the Tao, and it is impossible for others to see it.

Even if you can.

When starting with the Coffin's Eight Scenery Skills and the real body of Wuyuezhen Prison, he also promised Taiyizong not to pass it on, and made an oath.

Think about it, so do others.

In this regard, he can only lightly sigh:

"forget about it!"

He has a life span of eight hundred now, and if he takes the pill, it is not a problem to live for a thousand years. With ample time, he naturally loses the sense of urgency that he had when he was practicing.

and.

With Taiyi Refining Demon Sword Art and Sky Thunder Sword, it is enough to deal with ordinary opponents.

"What I want to say is exactly related to this." Zhou Xuangan tilted his head and said his voice outside:

"come in!"

When the sound fell, the two heard the sound and entered.

It was an old man and a young man who came in. The old man had gray hair, wrinkled his face, and had a declining breath. The young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Junior Wu Yong, I have met two masters."

The old man tremblingly arched his hands, and stretched out his hand to lead the young man:

"This is a young man from the Wu family, I will soon meet the two seniors."

The boy should be, kneeling on his knees, and said crisply: "Wu Zicong knocked on the two seniors!"

"Get up." Zhou Xuangan waved his hand, an invisible force immediately held up the young man:

"Brother Mo, these two people are descendants of Xuanhuo Sect. Xuanhuo Sect also prospered hundreds of years ago, with the Golden Core Grandmaster in charge, but it has long since declined."

"They should be the only remaining descendants."

"Xuan Huo Sect." Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows.

Although the name has never been heard, there is no doubt that the teachings are related to fire.

"Not bad." Wu Yong nodded tremblingly and said:

"Senior Mo, there is nothing wrong with the name Lao Yu. He is just a useless person. The profound fire has been passed down from the old man, and he almost wants to perish."

"Please, seniors help!"

As he said, he fell to his knees and swallowed even more.

"Get up and talk." Mo Qiu frowned, feeling bad in his heart:

"What's the matter?"

"Return to senior." The old man couldn't kneel down, so he got up and replied:

"The Xuanhuo Sect died four hundred years ago, and the remaining descendants are scattered all over Beijiang, and the old ancestors took their descendants to settle down on Xiandao."

"For hundreds of years, it has been fine."

"Until thirty years ago..."

He raised his head, his wrinkled face was full of misery:

"The person who destroyed the religion reappeared and killed more than 300 people up and down in my Wu family. Only the old and the descendants managed to escape."

Do not ask for his eyes to shrink.

He clearly saw that although the old man's aura was declining, he was a real-life cultivator of the late Daoji period.

It can destroy the sect that has the golden core, and it has been chased and killed for hundreds of years.

The person who started it must be a golden core master!

"The old are helpless, now they don't seek revenge, but only seek a place of refuge." Wu Yong continued:

"If the predecessors are willing to promise to bless my descendants and help him achieve Daoji, the old man is willing to submit the secret of the inheritance of Xuanhuo sect."

"Old ancestor!" The young man trembled, looked at the old man with teary eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"We don't need to beg others, after I have completed the family teaching method and obtained the golden core, it will not be too late to find that person to seek justice!"

"Naughty!" Wu Yong waved his sleeve repeatedly:

"What do you know, don't say more!"

Then he looked at Moqiu and said:

"Senior, I have an extraordinary inheritance of my teaching methods. I have produced three golden core masters in succession. It seems that there are also the method of forming infants and the secret technique of refining magic weapons."

"also…"

"Enough!" Moqiu waved his hand, interrupting his conversation, and asked:

"Who have you offended?"

"This..." Wu stopped in his voice.

"Master Thousand Chance, He Lianyu." Zhou Xuangan on the side whispered:

"This person has the cultivation base of the middle Jindan, and his grandfather... is Yunmengchuan Sanxiu, a real person in Vientiane."

Hearing this, Mo Qiu looked at Zhou Xuan with a weird look.

Jindan mid-term!

Yuan Ying is a real person!

The other party can look down on himself!

And he knew the name He Lianyu, one of Yunmengchuan's fourth son and three female immortals, although he was in the middle stage of the golden core, his strength was not inferior to the second stage of the golden core.

"Uh..." Zhou Xuan felt embarrassed and said in a low voice:

"The identity of Brother Mo is a mystery, no one knows, and Young Master Thousand Chance may not rush to kill him. If he just protects a descendant, he may not get into trouble."

"Of course, Brother Mo thinks about it by himself."

"No need to think about it." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"It can make a golden core master kill him after hundreds of years. Enmity is actually easy. Please forgive Momou for not having this ability."

As he said, the big sleeves waved:

"Go slow, don't send it!"

He wanted to start with the Golden Core Method, but he hadn't been so eager yet, and rushed to cause trouble that he obviously couldn't provoke.

Even if he didn't provoke him, the young man would go to trouble for another day.

No wonder Zhou Xuangan looked apologetic just now.

I see!

I don't know what benefits he has gained so that he can get rid of his face and introduce people to know him.

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