The "Niuji Food Shop" in Futong City is a time-honored restaurant with a history of hundreds of years.

The shop was neither big nor small, and most of the customers were regular customers. It was past dinner time, and there were not many customers in the shop. The boss, Mr. Niu, was holding a volume of story books, leaning on the counter, cracking melon seeds and reading.

.Emit one or two chuckles from time to time.

A guest wearing a cloak lifted the curtain and walked in, sitting in a corner by the wall.

Commander Niu reluctantly took his eyes away from the book he had not finished reading. He came to the table of guests with a teapot and greeted,

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

The man sitting at the table did not speak, but silently took off the cloak on his head.

"Hey, you!" Niu Dashuai slapped his thigh, and he was so excited that he was a little incoherent, "Cen Qianshan! Everyone Cen! Why are you here."

In the corner of the small restaurant, there were several plates of side dishes and a basket of steaming steamed buns on the table. Marshal Niu sat down in front of Cen Qianshan with a pot of good wine he had collected.

"Hey, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I never thought you would come to see me again." Marshal Niu was filled with joy and filled Cen Qianshan's wine glass, "How have you been, Cen, these past few years?"

He wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't dare to say more.

At that time, all the neighbors on Shimiao Street moved to the new city. Only Cen Qianshan still stayed in the ruins.

Hundreds of years have passed, and my cultivation level has not improved, so I inherited my mother's restaurant and managed it. During this period, except for occasionally hearing some legends about this man, few old neighbors have seen him.

When he was a child, Cen Qianshan usually beat him up, and they didn't get along very well. After that incident happened, Cen Qianshan's personality changed drastically. Every time he went out and came back, he was covered in blood. He was gloomy and terrifying, and no one dared to get close to him again. Let alone being with him.

After drinking once, he didn't even say a word. I didn't expect that after such a long time, he could still think about coming to see me and have a drink with me.

In a corner blurred by time, two former teenagers clinked their wine glasses together.

"A few days ago, I went to Dongyue Temple." Cen Qianshan said slowly.

"Oh, that place is not a good place. There are many illusions inside. I heard that many people were trapped in it and couldn't come out." Niu Dashuai drank three glasses of wine and quickly became enthusiastic, "Haha, but for you,

It's definitely nothing, you are the strongest person in our Shimiao Street."

"In the illusion there, I saw you and Aunt Niu." Cen Qianshan turned the wine cup in his hand, and the clear surface of the wine vaguely reflected his reflection, "I remember that I forgot to say thank you to you."

"It's harmful, look what you said." Marshal Niu's face turned red due to the alcohol, "I didn't do anything, so I deserve your thanks? Master Mu saved my life back then."

When sending Cen Qianshan out, Marshal Niu couldn't help but ask: "After all these years, is there any... news?"

The strongest man in Shimiao Street turned his face sideways and nodded almost imperceptibly.

After leaving Niuji Restaurant, Cen Qianshan, wearing a cloak, walked along the bustling street to the doctor's office.

"I'm back. This trip has been fruitful." Uncle Nian, wearing an old single-sided glasses, raised his head from behind the counter and glanced at him, "It's spread outside. I heard that you got it for the Yan family."

There is a nine-turn black lotus in the deep blue sky, and the Yan family took out the artifact and one hundred thousand spiritual stones as reward."

Without saying anything, Cen Qianshan opened his backpack and took out some spiritual plants picked from the temple.

Uncle Nian's narrowed eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood up and took it, "Hey, yellow bud grass, good! Tianying grass, haha, this one is better. This is? Oh my god, the legendary purple heart grass!"

Cen Qianshan leaned on the counter with his hands crossed, and asked him: "Uncle Nian, I heard that you have ever seen a monk from the fairy world?"

Uncle Nian looked at those rare spiritual herbs with admiration, without raising his head: "I have seen those hypocrites who are sanctimonious on the surface. Why do you ask?"

"Then you know..." The man's eyes under the shadow of the cloak revealed a little light, "How did they get here?"

"There are very few spiritual things in the fairy world. Naturally, some people want to come to our demon world." Uncle Nian recalled the past unhappily.

"It is said that they have a sect that is proficient in formations. They have accumulated the achievements of the past to develop ancient magic formations, which can connect the world of immortals and demons in a short time. They often come to my world of demons quietly to plunder resources. Hmm, just come, it's okay.

Under the banner of slaying demons and defending the Tao, don’t let me see those hypocritical guys again.”

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On the Xuandan Peak of Guiyuan Sect, Kong Ji saw that the young disciple from Xiaoyao Peak was the first to open the alchemy furnace, and took out a few Hunyuan Liuguang elixirs from the alchemy furnace, which filled the room with fragrance.

Kong Ji thought to himself: "This Er Yahe must be a disciple of my Xuandan Peak. Why didn't I pay attention at that time, and it happened to be snatched away by this cunning guy Su Xingting."

He said with a straight face: "Since you have the talent for refining medicine, you should come to my Xuandan Peak more often to listen to lectures. Girls spend all day dancing with swords and making iron tools. What does it look like?"

Seeing several female disciples from Biyou Peak who had been "blacksmithing" as their main occupation all day long, they all turned to look at him.

Kong Ji glared and snorted, "There are many great ways, and the alchemy technique of our peak should be the main method. Do you know why our Taoist practice is called the 'Tao of Alchemy'? It's all because we use our body as a furnace,

Gathering the energy of the opening and closing of heaven and earth, seizing the essence of the intersection of dragon and tiger, and cultivating the golden elixir in the Yellow Court within your own body. Therefore, it is called the inner elixir. My Xuandan Peak refines the outer elixir and the inner elixir from the same source.

They complement each other. So no matter which peak you are disciples of, you should practice alchemy seriously."

It seems that no matter which master is practicing, he feels that what he cultivates is the true method of the great Tao, and it is a real skill.

When I went to Biyou Peak before, Uncle Ding said almost the same thing.

Mu Xue felt a little funny in her heart. She held the elixir she had made and asked Kongji for advice. She chatted casually,

"Uncle, I saw demon cultivators in the Dongyue Temple. Although their alchemy skills are different from ours, they seem to be unique in their own way. Senior Brother Fu took a medicine from the demon world and his injuries improved instantly.

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Kongji said unhappily: "Can you tell me what medicine they used?"

"I heard a name called Huichun Pill, as well as Qudu Powder and Jinchuang Regeneration Ointment."

Kong Ji looked ugly: "Humph, that old guy Nian Zaitao is still alive."

It turns out that the demon cultivator who had a grudge against Uncle Kongji turned out to be Uncle Nian? The Taoist cultivators that Uncle Nian often cursed were actually his masters and uncles from the Guiyuan Sect. It seems that the master uncle has indeed been to the demon world, Mu Xue

I thought.

After school, Mu Xue and Ding Lanlan walked together.

Ding Lanlan said: "Won't you go to Biyou Peak with me today? My aunt always talks about you. She says that you study better than serious disciples like us, so I asked you to go there often."

Mu Xue smiled and said, "Last time I went to listen to my uncle's lecture. I left the tin man in the Shinto that my uncle arranged to make. I will make it again and then show it to my uncle."

"By the way, you actually went to Dongyue Temple and didn't even call me." Ding Lanlan was excited, her eyes were bright, and she poked Mu Xue with her elbow, "I heard you met that person? How about it? Is he the legendary one?

He is handsome? Could he be particularly fierce? I heard that demon cultivators are both cold and cruel people."

Is there any legendary beauty?

Mu Xue recalled the situation in the Shinto. In terms of appearance, Xiao Shan could certainly be considered handsome.

Is it very fierce?

How could he be cruel? That child couldn't be more gentle.

"Ah, I really want to see him in person." Ding Lanlan held her face in her hands and sighed,

"I heard that Master Kongji has been to the Demon Realm? How did he get there?" Mu Xue asked Ding Lanlan, who knew a little about his family background.

"You went there using the Demonic Traveling Array, right?" Ding Lanlan replied, "That has nothing to do with us. Each time the Imperial Array is opened, it costs a lot of money. Only several sects open it once in more than ten years. Everyone who can go there is from each sect.

Among the elite disciples, we are still far away."

So there is a magic circle here that can lead to the demon world?

Although it had been a long time, there was still a chance to meet. After Mu Xuezhi left the temple, she had been a little depressed, as if something was stuck in her chest. After hearing this, she felt a lot relieved for some reason.

Ding Lanlan seemed to think of something and trembled, "I hope I won't be selected when opening the Imperial Formation in the future. I don't want to go to the Demon World. I heard that the place is gloomy and full of monsters and ghosts."

Mu Xue laughed and said, "Didn't you just say you wanted to see what Cen Qianshan looks like?"

"That's just for fun, you don't know that real demon cultivators are very scary." She pretended to scare Mu Xue, "Some of them want to eat children when they practice Qigong, and they capture many boys and girls and bring them to their homes.

Are you afraid of eating them? There are also some families that respect women. I heard that they practice some kind of great happiness skill that specifically harms young and handsome men. Those senior brothers like yours from Xiaoyao Peak should be careful when they go there."

There are no demonic cultivators who eat boys and girls. Mu Xue said in her heart that there are indeed people who buy a large number of mortal children as apprentices and adopted sons. They squeeze those children from an early age and treat them harshly, resulting in a very low survival rate for those children. For example, hers

This is true for Master and Cen Qianshan's adoptive father. When it was spread here, they started eating boys and girls to practice.

The Yan family uses women to run the family and recruits men as brides. The Liu family practices the secret method of intersecting yin and yang of great joy. Not all of them are forced marriages and robbery, most of them are voluntary monetary transactions.

Rumors spread here, and everything has changed.

The distances between the different main peaks in Guiyuan Sect are quite far apart.

Those inner sect disciples who had practiced for many years and had profound magical powers used their flying magic weapons to fly through the air.

Some of them were exquisite round fans, some were elegant silk ribbons, and some were sharp swords. For a while, their skirts were fluttering, their clothes were flying, and they were galloping among the mountains. It was really beautiful.

"I'm so envious. When will I be able to get a flying magic weapon, and it will be great to control objects and fly." Ding Lanlan said enviously.

"It's okay, my master said that walking, sitting and lying down are all exercises, so it's good to walk more." Mu Xue said.

Several young disciples who had just entered the inner gate held hands and walked down the steep mountain path.

The roar of tigers came from the mountain forest, and a majestic white tiger stopped in front of them. The gentleman in the clouds with an air of immortality sat on the tiger's back and said to Mu Xue calmly: "Come up, Master ordered me to pick you up.

After school."

Mu Xue happily responded, climbed onto the tiger's back, and left her companions behind.

The roar of the tiger went away and disappeared on the top of the mountains in an instant.

"Ah, I'm sore. It's all about practicing walking, sitting and lying down."

"Why is the treatment at Xiaoyao Peak so good? In the past, Senior Brother Ye always used leaves to carry her around. Seeing that Senior Brother Ye was injured, he walked with us for two days at least. Now she has a fairy like Senior Brother Yun.

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To be continued...