Yu Sha

In Yan Jianming's eyes, Chu Weiyang is really a smart man.

From beginning to end, even though there was undisguised surprise on his expression, Chu Weiyang never asked about the reasons behind these changes, and even except for the last words of thanks because the Panwang Sect's skills were returned to their original owners, other than that, Chu Weiyang didn't even mention Danxia's mother, as if he didn't hear the hidden meaning of Yan Jianming's deliberate probing.

Too smart, but unfortunately destined not to live long.

When I thought about this, for some reason, I looked at Chu Weiyang again, at the tired face of the young man, and at the fact that he was obviously a little unskilled, but he was trying to put on a smile and say some intermittent and extremely unfamiliar greetings.

Yan Jianming actually felt a sense of transcendence.

This feeling comes for no reason. Speaking of it, one is a lost dog, the other is an old mother's disciple; one is seriously ill, and the other is at the peak of Qi refining.

In comparison, Quanxu defeated Chu Weiyang by all means, so Yan Jianming shouldn't have any expression of joy.

Perhaps he sensed the intelligence of the person in front of him, and sensed that something amazing was about to pass away like a flash in the pan, like a shooting star.

That unwarranted feeling of ecstasy almost made Yan Jianming intoxicated with himself, as if at this moment he had an epiphany of all things in the world of mortals, working hard in all kinds of ways, feeling the impermanence of the world, and feeling that he had almost reached a transcendent realm.

His thoughts lingered here. Faced with Chu Weiyang's still hesitant greetings, Yan Jianming suddenly became impatient.

He waved his hand and interrupted Chu Weiyang's words.

"Fellow Taoist, please stop!"

"A few empty words and beautiful words are of no use to you or me!"

"Do what my mother told me to do, otherwise I will not be in a good position, and fellow Taoist you..."

Having said this, Yan Jianming shook his head.

"You don't want to know."

Being interrupted so arrogantly, Yan Jianming behaved quite rudely, even a little unlike himself.

Yan Jianming even started to threaten people with such despicable words.

Chu Weiyang was not angry, he was just a little surprised.

In a trance, he seemed to see a person who had just been suppressed into the Demon Suppressing Cave. His soul was being pulled away by evil energy, and then in the midst of extreme anger and sadness, he allowed the ghostly evil energy to swallow up his mind bit by bit. , and become completely forgetful of oneself.

Such thoughts passed away in a flash.

Chu Weiyang even looked at Yan Jianming with some compassion at this moment.

Then, he smiled and nodded.

"Okay, if something happens, fellow Taoist Yan can just come to Zhaifeng Tower to find me. I'm still a little unaccustomed to living a stable life for the first time. I need to cultivate for a while, and naturally I won't forget my mother's instructions. Then... "

Chu Weiyang stopped talking.

Yan Jianming nodded, then raised his chin, and subconsciously felt that this seemed inappropriate. Then he hesitated for a moment, simply shook his sleeves and robe, turned around and left.

Standing behind the forbidden chains intertwined with auras, Chu Weiyang stood quietly on the spot, until he watched Yan Jianming's figure completely disappear into the lush sea of ​​trees, Chu Weiyang walked away in surprise. Back to the wind tower.

Opening the door, Manager Ma was already sitting on the wooden chair and met Chu Weiyang's gaze.

Obviously, Ma Guanshi, who had already mastered the secret method of sword intention, felt the conversation just now very clearly.

Before Chu Weiyang could say anything, Manager Ma nodded to himself.

"It's not wrong. I said that from now on, your body will be the demon-suppressing cave that suppresses you! Now that the evil spirit is steaming, even a person at the peak of the Qi Refining Stage will stand in front of you. All will be affected by evil spirits.”

"A madman will only be surrounded by a madman."

"From now on...you probably won't have any friends."

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang just nodded calmly. This was what he had already guessed.

But whether he is crazy or not, whether he is a friend or not, Chu Weiyang has no intention of caring about these things.

After all, Guanshi Ma was a person who had just suffered a disaster. No matter how hard he suffered, his thoughts were still the same as before, and he was always used to thinking about things that he had and things he didn't have.

At this moment, Chu Weiyang was thinking about the implication of Yan Jianming's words.

After pondering for a long time, Chu Weiyang became more and more worried.

"I thought that preventing disasters and replacing calamities was just for the sake of a child in their Tingchang Mountain. Even though someone broke into the Sword Sect's gate last time and destroyed the Demon Suppressing Cave because of him."

"But such things should be restricted to the next two generations at most."

"Even if this matter was originally ordered by Danxia's mother, there is no reason that Yan Jianming and I, who together are not as tall as someone else's ankle, should discuss it in such detail."

"There is absolutely no reason for this!"

"But it still happened."

"So my guise is actually not the guise of the Chunyu family child. In other words, both of us are guise. Who is most concerned about this matter..."

This was a bit convoluted, but at the end of the sentence, Chu Weiyang looked at Ma Guanshi blankly. Both of them understood the implication. They only felt that the sea of ​​trees in late spring seemed to be wrapped in thousands of miles of frost, which made people shudder.

Manager Ma grinned with difficulty.

"What kind of blessing must you be to be able to teach you to be a cover for Old Mother Danxia!"

Chu Weiyang smacked his teeth, grinning like a smile, and then weighed the wooden box in his hand.

"With my little brain, it's hard enough to fool Yan Jianming. If he went back to the mountain gate and told me all about the process, I'm afraid even Danxia's mother would have seen through me thousands of miles away."

"She may not have expected it. I can guess this."

"So the treasures have been multiplied several times, all of which are sacrificed for life. She hopes that I will become stronger, but not so strong that I lose control."

"Then the story of this Poison Sutra, no matter how beautiful and profound it is, may not be what I want."

As he spoke, Chu Weiyang casually picked up the dark green jade slip from the wooden box and gently placed it between his eyebrows.

As his mind wandered around, strange words flowed through his mind.

After a long time, Chu Weiyang opened his eyes, lowered his head and silently watched as the jade slip in his hand dissipated little by little, and finally turned into powder, drifting away in the wind from between his fingers.

He gently twisted it again to wipe away the last bit of ashes and dust in his palm. Chu Weiyang seemed to see the end and passing of a cause-and-effect story about Pan Wang Yuanzong five hundred years ago. In the silent sighs of future generations, it was annihilated bit by bit in the years. inside.

Manager Ma beside him was scratching his hair in boredom. He looked at Chu Weiyang without saying a word and asked immediately.

"How about it? If you ask me, you shouldn't have had high hopes. I've never heard of the "Green Bamboo Alchemy Sutra", but the person who carried the cauldron five hundred years ago sounds like nonsense. You How many years have there been two or three cats and kittens of the Panwang Sect? In the past few hundred years, there have been almost no human beings left in the mountains. How can such a powerful figure be qualified to talk about the creation of scriptures? Even if you take it off the skin, it will look better than his words!"

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang glanced sideways at Guanshi Ma's lower body that no longer existed.

"Steward, what you said is very good. Don't say it again in the future."

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Three more days.

In front of Zhaifeng Tower.

Chu Weiyang made an urn out of clay. The thick pottery urn was half a man tall and as thick as a bucket and placed on the flat ground.

Steward Ma was sitting on a wooden chair beside him, leaning on his hands and looking into the urn.

In the large urn, several kinds of spiritual herbs and elixirs commonly seen in the sea of ​​trees were found by Chu Weiyang and carefully laid out layer after layer of straw mats. Among these straw mats, snake eggs appeared one by one. Like mutton-fat white jade, it was spread out on the straw mat by Chu Weiyang in an orderly manner.

On the inner wall, there are several deliberately dug holes, which are appropriately inlaid with more than ten spiritual stones.

Normally, Chu Weiyang would never have used the spirit stone so generously. After all, it was just a piece of money given by others, which he used without feeling any distress, with a rather arrogant and arrogant attitude of spending money like water.

These spiritual stones of different heights are inlaid on the inner wall. When you look closely, they appear to be somewhat mysterious, as if some kind of formation has been set up to bind the inner energy of the entire urn in one place.

If the sun and the moon rotate around, they will be like stars in the sky.

Reach out and place the final layer of straw mat on top.

All the snake eggs were hidden in the spiritual grass and elixir, and even the spiritual stones were covered in it. Chu Weiyang straightened up.

He hesitantly raised his palm, placed it directly above the large urn, and then drew the edge of his sword across his palm.

In an instant, bright red blood dripped into the large vat.

Visible to the naked eye, as Chu Weiyang's blood dripped into it, there were wisps of steaming dark mist dissipating from Chu Weiyang's blood. It was extremely pure and incomparable evil energy, spreading in all directions and getting stronger and stronger. At the same time, the formation formed by the spirit stones was tightly restrained in the inner wall.

At the same time, the same obvious change was that Chu Weiyang's face turned pale.

After all, he was sick. After a while, Chu Weiyang felt dizzy and quickly swallowed the Longhu Huiyuan Pill under his tongue.

The scorching hot water flowed into the limbs and bones. Chu Weiyang seemed to have come to life. He saw that the wound on his palm was healing, so he struck the sword again without hesitation, and then threw the sword aside. , to cheer up, he formed sword fingers with his hands and pointed them at his wrists.

For a moment, Chu Weiyang spoke plausibly, and his vague tone matched the changes in his spiritual thoughts, causing the magic power in his body to circulate.

After a while, the originally bright red blood at the wound on the palm suddenly turned dark red, and finally turned almost dark purple. At a glance, it looked like poison.

At the same time, the straw mat that was almost covered with Chu Weiyang's blood still seemed to be corroded when it was sprayed with such dark red blood, and white smoke came out.

A pungent but strong medicinal scent began to fill the air, but it was also restrained in the large urn by the formation.

Finally, it was Chu Weiyang who picked up a spirit stone and placed it on the wound in his palm.

Then he stirred the sword energy, stirred the spirit stone stained with Chu Weiyang's blood into powder, and finally sprinkled the powder evenly into the urn.

After Chu Weiyang finished doing this and sealed the mouth of the urn with a piece of talisman paper with dense seal patterns, Manager Ma curled his lips, as if he was a disgusted audience after watching the excitement.

"It is said to be a magic sect practice, but there is a greasy smell of heresy inside and outside. This vat of random stew makes me feel like I am just a dish!"

"This is just using the method of refining gu to control the beast..."

"The evil energy has been transformed, but it has transformed into the monster!"

"Poison Qi has also been refined, and it has also been condensed into the monster beast!"

"After all this time, you have lost a bit of evil energy, but you have made that ferocious beast become stronger and stronger!"

"But the ferocious monsters who practice poisonous ways are all unfamiliar beasts!"

"If you raise it weakly, it's just a drag."

"You have become stronger, but you still need to be wary of backlash."

"You are right. Mother Danxia didn't really want you to become stronger after passing on this method to you!"

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang gently touched the wound that had gradually healed, looked at the large urn filled with snake eggs, and nodded, as if he agreed with Ma Guanshi's statement, and seemed to be lamenting "Qingzhudan" The strange practice of the Sutra.

"The mouth of the green snake and bamboo, the needle behind the tail of the wasp, both are not poisonous, but they are most poisonous to a woman's heart."

Hearing Chu Weiyang's emotion, Manager Ma was startled, as if he thought of some story. Suddenly, he patted the armrest of the wooden chair hard.

"What a thief! What an unreasonable thief!"

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Chalcedony Hebei, Tingchang Mountain, Danxia Laomu Dojo.

In the dark Taoist temple, the door was closed tightly, only the incense candles lingered on the four walls, and the steaming mist became thicker and thicker, making it seem like some kind of fairyland.

On the lotus throne on the high platform due to the north, Xie Jiang and Jin Guan were sitting cross-legged, one on the left and the other on the right. However, when they looked carefully, Xie Jiang shook his eyelids and Jin Guan frowned. There was no one between them. They were in meditation. On top of practice.

Several days have passed since they were detained in Tingchang Mountain. The two of them were not allowed to be free. They were shackled in this Taoist temple. What happened outside? Did the elders of their own sect come to the door? Master Ching Hai Neither of them knew whether Bo had sworn an oath with Danxia's mother.

But as each day passes, it makes people more and more anxious and uneasy.

At this moment, Jin Guan finally seemed to let out a sigh of relief. He refused to even pretend anymore. He opened his eyes and looked at Xie Jiang beside him, and suddenly said.

"Senior sister, you said that spiritual creature..."

Seeing that Jin Guan was about to continue speaking, Xie Jiang suddenly opened his eyes. In the deep eyes, two spiritual lights illuminated the supreme sword intention. Following Xie Jiang's line of sight, it almost appeared from existence and non-existence, slashing directly. Jin Guan's mind went away!

"Asshole! You dare to say anything in Tingchang Mountain and on other people's territory!"

Hearing Xie Jiang's low scolding, which made him extremely irritated, Jin Guan rolled his eyes and continued nonchalantly.

"So what! If the spiritual object is in Tingchang Mountain, it must be in the rabbit of the Chunyu family! But if it is really not in Tingchang Mountain, senior sister, tell me, will it be in the escaped demon prisoner? !”

"After all, if he can survive in the Demon Suppressing Cave where evil energy breaks out, it seems that the Demon Prisoner is more suspicious..."

Seeing that Jin Guan was about to continue speaking, Xie Jiang suddenly slapped Jin Guan on the chest.

"Are you planning to betray the clan and leave one day? You will go crazy here without any care! If the spiritual object is lost, our lineage has gone through many calamities to make up for it..."

Speaking of this, Xie Jiang also suddenly lowered his voice.

It seems that he knows, but he seems not to know.

At this moment, outside the Taoist Hall, there was suddenly the sound of someone's footsteps hurried away.