Zhu He

The two of them just had to fight, but Dong Qinghe moved the two half-dead female disciples out of the storm circle and handed them over to the Qinghe Sect members who came to watch to see if they could be saved. Then when he turned around, what he saw was The scene where Huafu wants to kill Huajiandong.

Dong Qinghe naturally stepped forward to resist, but in the end the red-eyed Hua Fu was injured.

Seeing the opponent fell to the ground, Dong Qinghe felt his heart twitch, and immediately put away the golden light protecting him and was about to step forward to pull him.Hua Fu turned over and sat up with gritted teeth, clutching his chest and fiercely looking at Dong Qinghe and Hua Jiandong, the pupils that used to be full of arrogance now turned out layer upon layer of blood red.

Dong Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "Where did you get hurt?"

He wanted to help the other party, but Hua Fu sideways avoided him.

Hua Jiandong, who was behind him, said coldly: "This demon cultivator has already killed my palace servants last time, and this time he is so ruthless, it must be because of ghosts in his heart that we have found the initial trace of the net of heaven and earth! "

"Ah."

Facing such nonsensical accusations, Hua Fu just sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the rush of breath had gradually calmed down.

He raised his hand to retract the long whip, did not look at Hua Jiandong who was glaring at him, but only met Shangdong Qinghe's anxious eyes, and spoke softly.

"Dong Qinghe..." Hua Fu's tone was lazy, as if the big battle just now hadn't happened, "You'd better beg God, bless me to get the heaven and earth net later, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned back and left, a glint of light flashed in his eyes before he left, which made Dong Qinghe stunned for a moment.

That is naked hatred...

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It was another sunny day, and Yu Miao struggled to get up from the bed, beat his sore limbs, and picked up the broom to clean up after some grooming.

After sweeping the eighteen smelting workshops, I went to the armory. There were 970 pieces of weapons, and 99 pieces were cleaned every day.

Yu Miao is now on the seventh day of the wipe, and he feels that it is not too far away from the end of the wipe, but he forgot that this month will end and the next month will be recalculated.

After coming out of the armory to the Zangjuan Pavilion, Yu Miao saw a young man in the house.

"Excellence!!" Yu Miao happily walked up to him and knelt down, "You came to see me again!"

Chang Jiaci lay on a long bench, heard Yu Miao's bluff, frowned in distaste, and said, "I said the day before yesterday that I would come again..."

"I'm so happy to have such a good friend who is in trouble like you, hehe." Yu Miao smiled very silly.

Jiaci just glanced at him, turned his head and closed his eyes again.

Yu Miao looked at him for a while, then suddenly touched his face, this action seemed to startle him, Chang Jiaci suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were a bit sharp.

Yu Miao was frightened by the flash of light at that moment, and his paws stood there stiffly.

"What are you doing?" Chang Jiaci asked.

Yu Miao said, "Are you sick?"

Chang Jiaci slowed down his voice: "No, it's just a long way from Pianshiju, and I'm a little tired."

"Really? Isn't it very hard to practice with the sect master?" Yu Miao expressed his understanding, "I'm also quite tired." He hasn't really practiced yet, and if he can learn powerful kung fu, it will probably take more time. Put more effort into it, Yu Miao thought.

However, he regards the current work as Murong Jiaoyang's test for himself: "Only through suffering can one become a master, and we will persevere together!"

As Yu Miao spoke, he slapped Jiaci on the back, causing Jiaci to cough and choke suddenly.

"Ah, Jiaci, you are really tired. I'll pour you some hot tea. Don't help me. Just lie down there." Yu Miao walked away as he said, almost coughing and dying. Chang Jiaci.

In the early morning, the Cangjuan Pavilion in Chenbu was warm and windy. Chang Jiaci was leaning against the window rail, drinking the fragrant tea in a cup, and holding the books in the Cangjuan Pavilion.

It's just that his reading speed was a little faster, he flipped through a book two or three times and threw it to the side of the high pile, then picked up another book, flipped through it twice and threw it away.

"Yu Miao, Yu Miao." Chang Jiaci had no book in hand, and turned his head to call out.

"Hey, here I am..." Yu Miao hurriedly ran over from a distance holding a mop, his face dripping with sweat, "What's the matter?"

"These are the best scrolls of Chenbu?" Chang Jiaci asked.

Yu Miao was at a loss: "It should be, don't you understand? I can't understand either."

Chang Jiaci said: "My master told me the day before yesterday that if I have the weapon I like, he might be able to give me one."

"Really? The sect master is so kind to you!" Yu Miao envied.

Chang Jiaci just smiled and asked: "I don't know much about weapons, so I wanted to come to you to learn more about them. Do you know what is the most important thing about a good magic weapon besides the unusual materials for smelting?"

Yu Miao blinked: "Soul refining is the most important thing."

Jiaci was a little surprised by this answer: "How do you know?" Didn't he say that he couldn't understand these things.

Yu Miao scratched his head: "Two days ago, I heard what Elder Murong said to the other disciples of the Chen Department, and I cleaned two books first, which also said this. Although I can't understand it, I plan to slowly Look, you can't be as fast as you, you can always understand after reading a few in a day."

Chang Jiaci narrowed his eyes: "Give me the book you read."

After a while, Yu Miao took out a tattered book from the corner of the Cangjuan Pavilion and put it in front of Jiaci.

Sure enough, on the first page of the book, there was a sentence "The benefit of a soldier's soul far exceeds the benefit of a weapon's blade" written in neat lower letters.

"I also thought about this sentence for a day before I figured it out. Does it mean... After recognizing the master, a good soldier will gradually have his own will as time goes by, and the soul of the soldier will become stronger and stronger? Loyalty, naturally sharper!?"

Chang Jiaci thought of his master's light-bending sword, frowned, nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "But if the owner of the weapon dies or leaves the Three Realms and ascends, what remains of the gods left behind?" Bing Bing's soul will never disappear? Will you always recognize the Lord?"

Yu Miao replied with a blank face to such a question.

Chang Jiaci wouldn't really rely on the other party, he flipped through the pages by himself, and his speed was still amazing.In Yu Miao's eyes, Jiaci is completely like watching flowers on horseback and watching the excitement.

Jiaci didn't stop until he turned to the last two pages.

I saw that there were a few extra lines of lowercase script in the book, although there were only a few words, the meaning was profound.

——Immerse in the evening wind for a thousand hours, and refine in the king's furnace for a hundred days... The soul of the soldier is broken by itself.

"What is the evening wind array?" Chang Jiaci was puzzled.

Yu Miao interrupted: "Sounds like formations? There are many formations smelted by Chenbu, thousands of them, and some of them are only the Murong elders."

"What about this one?" Chang Jiaci pointed to the word 'King King Furnace'.

This Yu Miao really knew: "The king's furnace is the biggest furnace in the smelting workshop!"

Jiaci remembered that he had seen the golden furnace, which was three feet high and two feet wide. Looking from a distance, the raging fire could illuminate the whole part of the sky, but it was lit by spirit stones. Once it is burned, at least one pot of spirit stones will be needed for a day, and the price is really huge, let alone refining it for a hundred days...

It's the evening wind again, and the king's furnace again... everything is in a mess.Chang Jiaci frowned, and had no choice but to turn over this page bitterly.

Fortunately, there is another way.

——The power of thunder, the blood of thousands of monsters and beasts, break the soul of soldiers, and recognize the new master.

Chang Jiaci's eyes lit up: "Myriad demons and beasts? Monster beasts? Is it okay to use the blood of monsters? What is the power of thunder, Tianlei? What kind of blood of monsters? The weapon recognizes its new owner..."

Seeing Jiaci alone muttering in trouble, Yu Miao couldn't help persuading him: "Don't think about it if you can't figure it out, the sect master will definitely send you a magic weapon that you haven't recognized the master. You don't have to." Count on this!"

"I understand, just looking at it casually," Chang Jiaci said with a smile, "I naturally believe in my master, he is simply the best person in the world to me."

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After soaking in Chenbu for a day, the sun was already setting when we returned to Pianshiju, but Dong Qinghe didn't come back.

Chang Jiaci asked Qingyi and the others: "Where is Master?"

Qinglang Qingyue looked at each other, but said nothing.

Chang Jiaci looked at Qingyi again, but the latter was still quick-talking and couldn't help saying: "The sect master has gone to the Moon Department."

"Why do you go to the Ministry of the Moon?"

Qingyi rolled her eyes: "Yesterday everything was upside down, don't tell me you don't know, that Elder Huafu is really bad-tempered, he avoided seeing him after making such a fuss? Find someone everywhere to question the crime."

"Why do I feel that the sect master doesn't look like he's going to ask him for a crime..." Qingyue murmured softly at the side, "I have a guilty and distressed face, and the one who waited there until very late yesterday didn't come back."

"Everyone is talking nonsense," Qing Lang listened to one person and glared at them, "Why is the sect master so guilty? He just wanted to investigate this matter thoroughly before looking for someone. Why are there so many? It's all gone, it's all gone, remember not to break your mouth anywhere else."

Chang Jiaci went back to the room with the others, and he didn't care about where Gu Dong Qinghe went, he just lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze from exhaustion.

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and there were bursts of melodious piano sounds in my ears.

But Chang Jiaci frowned more and more as he listened, and walked out the door clutching his chest. When he walked outside the courtyard, he saw Dong Qinghe floating in the air and looking into the distance.The man's blue shirt fluttered like a breeze, and his tall and straight back showed a sense of loneliness for no reason.

"What's the name of this piece, and who's playing it? How can it be so good?" The young men who poked their heads out from the side also praised it one after another.

After the words fell, the tune became more and more mellow and clear, swaying like a whirlpool or like a ripple.

Chang Jiaci watched Dong Qinghe's body move, and suddenly rushed towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.

"This is called "Yunkui Song"..."

Qingyi turned her head: "What did you say?"

Chang Jiaci blinked: "Oh, I mean, this song is really nice... It's the middle of the night, maybe a monster is playing it." After saying that, he trembled all over, and turned back to close the door.

And Dong Qinghe at the other end knew something was wrong when he swept halfway, even though the tune was not bad, even though the fingering skills were equally superb.

Not him, not him...

Sure enough, following the sound of the zither, he came to the guest hall of Qinghemen. Dong Qinghe looked at the snow-white figure in the pavilion, and a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

But Hua Jiandong, who saw the other party coming, couldn't help being overjoyed, stopped his hands, and said with a smile: "Master..."

Dong Qinghe looked at the smiling face in front of him, but another face flashed in front of him: "How do you know this song?"

Hua Jiandong smiled and said, "Isn't this what I played for the sect master back then?"