One sword cuts through the nine heavens

Wang Chong stayed with Zhu Hongxiu for a few days at Shiwanda Mountain. Zhu Hongxiu didn't say that he was going out of the mountain, and Wang Chong naturally didn't mention it. Anyway, he didn't have much to do recently. Apart from thinking about the earth-type spiritual object on Liang Shuyu's body, the only clue was Still with Zhu Hongxiu, where else are you going?

Anyway, Zhu Hongxiu chose this mountain pass with beautiful scenery. She dug dozens of caves and the place she lived in was spacious.

I practice seclusion here every day and have beautiful women by my side. What's not to like?

On this day, Wang Chong was watching the snow scene with Zhu Hongxiu. Looking down from Feihuang Cave, he was really moved by the appearance of jade mountains.

In the distance, two black lines could be seen, circling the top of the mountain in the distance. The two rays of light escaped extremely slowly, covering more than a hundred miles in an hour.

Wang Chong hadn't seen such a slow escape for a long time, and couldn't help but smile: "Is this your neighbor?"

Zhu Hongxiu leaned lazily on Wang Chong's shoulder and said: "There was a monastic cultivator from the side sect. In order to avoid his enemies, he fled deep into the Shiwan Mountain and found a cave hundreds of miles away. This is his sect. Two boys. I usually close the cave, and they don’t know I live here.”

Wang Chong smiled slightly and thought to himself: "I wonder what enemies he has provoked?"

Although the little thief demon was curious, he only had a passing thought and had no interest in finding out.

After all, he is just a casual cultivator. Even if there is any story, it has nothing to do with him.

Wang Chong watched the two black lines struggling with the strong wind in the sky. After flying for less than a stick of incense, they had to fall down to rest. After a while, they soared into the sky again, rising and falling. It was so hard.

I couldn't help but ask: "What are they doing?"

Zhu Hongxiu replied: "Maybe it's to collect medicine!"

Wang Chong thought to himself: "Are there any other elixirs produced on such a cold mountain peak?"

He is not very interested in elixirs or anything like that. After all, there are thirty or forty spiritual fields in his Lingxu Gourd. The larger one is more than a hundred acres, and the smaller one is two or three acres. He has planted countless rare flowers and rare herbs. Panacea.

Wang Chong changed the topic and said with a smile: "Hongxiu'er is in seclusion in such a bitter and cold place, and her life is quite miserable. I see that the tea I drink is not as good as before. I happen to have some spiritual tea here, which was a gift from a friend. You ask your subordinates The witch is cooking, how about taking advantage of the snowy scenery to drink tea?"

Wang Chong took a small gourd from the Dragon Moss Golden Scale, enough for two or three kilograms, and handed it to the accompanying witch.

Although Zhu Hongxiu has a witch accompanying her when she travels, and her use is extremely luxurious, she does not settle for pleasure. She has lived like this since she was a child and has developed a habit.

So after leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Hall for a while, the expenses around her naturally became less expensive, so she didn't pay much attention to it and just made do with it.

She took a look at the dragon moss golden scales that Wang Chong took out, and couldn't help but smile: "It's actually a spiritual tea produced in the south. It's not easy to cultivate, and it's rarely produced in the Ten Thousand Demons Hall."

Wang Chong smiled and said: "We just need some dragon spiritual beasts, what's the difficulty?"

Zhu Hongxiu chuckled and said: "Those dragon spiritual beasts are often used by the lay people in the family to cook, so this tea often feeds them to death."

Wang Chong coughed, his face was a little red, and he thought to himself: "The luxury and prosperity of the Taishang Demon Sect is indeed incomparable to a poor person like me. Those eight little dragons I raised are quite valuable, but for others, they would just kill them. Eat meat.”

The witches brewed new tea, and Zhu Hongxiu watched the little dragon twist and sip it all in one gulp without any special appreciation. Obviously, such an amazing tea was not worthy of her praise.

With these good things produced in Lingxu Cave, Wang Chong earned a lot of face in front of Dulong Temple, Li Xiang and others, but in front of Zhu Hongxiu, he used the wrong force and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Zhu Hongxiu and Wang Chong were drinking tea when they saw in the distance, thousands of miles away, several rays of light, and a group of black clouds billowing, and it was unknown who was fighting.

The two boys had poor eyesight and had not seen such a scene. They were still trying to collect herbs, but a ray of light flew out. They glanced at Wang Chong and Zhu Hongxiu and hurriedly grabbed the two boys. , escaped back to his hiding place.

Apparently this casual cultivator also saw the fighting in the distance, and was afraid of harming Chi Yu, so he snatched the two boys and went back to the cave to hide.

Wang Chong said with a smile: "It's quite lively here!"

Zhu Hongxiu chuckled lightly and said: "No matter how lively it is, even in the densely populated areas of the Eastern Land, there are always the comings and goings of immortals and true beings, and the battles between demons and demons, but no one can see it or pay attention."

She extended her slender jade pointer and said, "Those two families are both offshoots of the big sect, and they can be regarded as some true disciples. They both valued a mountain peak and wanted to establish a sect here, so they fought over the sect."

Wang Chong said with a smile: "There are so many mountains here, why bother fighting for one? Just choose another one."

Zhu Hongxiu smiled and said: "There is a spiritual vein on that mountain peak. We don't need it in practice, but for them, if they have this spiritual vein, they can save seven or eight points of effort. It would have cost one hundred, thirty and forty. It takes years to cultivate the Tiangang, but with spiritual veins, it can only be completed in fifty or sixty years."

Wang Chong said in shock: "There are still people who need more than a hundred years to cultivate Tiangang? Wouldn't they have died of old age long ago?"

Zhu Hongxiu chuckled and said: "Do you think it's just you and me in the world? It's not uncommon for those who have cultivated Tiangang for three to four hundred years, just take some life-extending elixirs. It's these third- and fourth-rate sects that are used to seeing this. People like this, our Taishang Demon Sect cannot be disciples of Tiangang in fifty years. Instead of dying of old age, they will be killed by the master, and their fellow masters will despise them and be embarrassed."

Wang Chong thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's right! If those famous and decent families were upright, they would never accept disciples with such poor qualifications."

Wang Chong thought of Wang Xiang Yang Yao, and that little bear Mo Huer. If these people were serious, they were already one of a hundred smart children. But if it weren't for a great opportunity, and the immortals could meet them face to face, they wouldn't be able to do so. Will give birth to the idea of ​​​​accepting disciples.

Those who are better than them, the third- and fourth-rate sects, and the outsiders will consider recruiting disciples when they see them, but these children have been starting for decades if they want to enter Tiangang.

For example, people from Yanbei, who are polite and courteous, would be such talents if they could return to their childhood.

As for the geniuses at a higher level, who can enter Tiangang within thirty years, many sects are already vying for their successors.

This is also why the practice of aristocratic families will get worse and worse. Disciples will choose good ones. When children are born, are their parents willing to throw them away if their qualifications are not enough? Even if you have less qualifications, you still have to teach Taoism and cultivate seedlings. How can you maintain the inheritance?

Wang Chong remembered that there were three old disciples in his Lingxu gourd, and he couldn't help but sigh. As for Zhao Jianlong, he had almost forgotten about it, and he only remembered it at this moment.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "Let's go back and send them to Daluo Island!"