Liang Yan said goodbye to the Jins and his wife and went straight back to his residence.
He gained a lot from this exchange meeting. Not only did he get the "Strange Wood Demon Vine", he would also get half of the "Taibai Geng Gold" soon.
But there are not many spirit stones left in the storage bag now.
"After all, you can't compare with those monks who have been practicing in the sect for hundreds of years." Liang Yan sighed softly.
At these monks' exchange meetings, the prices for tens of thousands of spiritual stones are often raised. A random item for sale will cost most of Liang Yan's net worth. This is the savings he only had after killing the people in Jingshan that day. If he had been there before,
I didn't dare to bid at all.
The Jingshan native was originally a casual cultivator, but later joined the Nine Nether Alliance and did not get many benefits. Although Liang Yan got his storage bag, he only had more than 60,000 spiritual stones.
However, although the cost of spiritual stones is high, the rewards are also considerable.
Liang Yan sat cross-legged on the bed in the room, took out a twisted and tangled wooden vine from his storage bag, placed it in front of him and looked at it carefully.
Waves of rich and pure wood-attribute spiritual power surged out from it, making Liang Yan feel a vibrant atmosphere, as if he was in a forest, surrounded by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
"It's really a good baby!"
Liang Yan praised softly, then made a sword move with one hand, and saw a ray of green light fly out from his dantian, circle gently in the air, and then stop in front of him.
What was in this green light was a flying sword shaped like a wooden stick. It looked extremely strange, and it didn't have the sharpness of a flying sword at all.
But only Liang Yan knew the horror of this wooden sword. Even the body-protecting spiritual shield of a Juyuan Realm monk could not stop it from being sliced lightly!
At this moment, the "Mayfly Sword" has begun to take shape, waving left and right in front of him like a naughty boy, as if he wants to get the approval of his master.
Liang Yan flicked the sword with his right hand, as if calming a restless child, and at the same time flicked the piece of "Strange Wood Demonic Vine" in front of it with a flick of his left hand.
"Zheng!"
The Mayfly Sword trembled, and a feeling of longing was conveyed to Liang Yan through telepathy.
Liang Yan smiled slightly, flicked the sword with one hand, and said softly:
"Eat it!"
With his permission, the Mayfly Sword immediately penetrated the wooden vine, and a piece of green light emerged. The section of "Strange Wood Demonic Vine" actually slowly melted, and finally turned into countless green fireflies, floating in the air.
swing.
"Zheng!"
There was another sword cry, and the green fireflies floating in the air suddenly gathered into one, like a surging wave, all rushing towards the body of the Mayfly Sword.
The Mayfly Sword is like a long whale sucking water, sucking all this blue wave into the sword body!
The next moment, the sword showed a dark green light and was walking around the house, like a child who had had enough to eat, eager to find something to strike with the sword to vent the power in his body.
Naturally, Liang Yan couldn't allow it to mess around, so he gave a light drink and made a sword gesture with one hand.
The Mayfly Sword was like a child who heard the scolding. It immediately stopped obediently and shook it gently in front of Liang Yan, as if to please.
Liang Yan knew that this sword had been held in his dantian for too long, and now that he finally got it out, it became a bit wild and untamed.
He wasn't angry, and didn't even want to suppress its wildness. After all, the flying sword was a deadly weapon, and if it was too tame, it would have little power.
Liang Yan put away his natal flying sword and thought secretly in his heart:
"This Blue Emperor's Relic Wood is indeed extraordinary! It can actually absorb the spiritual energy of treasures of the same attribute. It seems that it can grow in the future, but I don't know if it has any requirements for the absorbed treasure. Well, I will change it to another one next time
Let’s try the materials.”
Thinking of this, Liang Yan was slightly excited, but he knew that this matter should not be rushed. The first thing now was to recuperate and prepare for the "Hundred Fruit Feast" trip in a few days.
So Liang Yan made secrets with both hands, silently running the exercises in his body, and fell into trance again.
I don't know how much time passed like this, but it was probably the middle of the night in the Atrium on the Moon. Liang Yan, who was practicing meditation, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the upper left window with incredible eyes.
The window there was slightly loose, and with a "squeak" sound, someone pushed it open from the outside in!
Then a female figure climbed over the wall from the window and landed on the ground.
This woman was dressed in white, with a pink ribbon tied around her waist, and her black hair hanging loosely on the back of her head. She looked as if she had just taken a bath, making her look pretty and pretty.
"Why is it you?" Liang Yan murmured, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Why can't it be me?" the visitor said coquettishly.
"The master of the pavilion is here, I..." Liang Yan was about to say something to cover up, but was rudely interrupted by this woman:
"You still call me Pavilion Master? I forgive you in front of so many people during the day. Now it's just you and me, do you want to continue acting?" The woman in white blinked her eyes and pretended to be angry.
Liang Yan knew that he could no longer argue, so he could only sigh softly and said: "Senior Sister Tang, you are fine."
The person who came was none other than Tang Diexian, his senior sister at Yixing Pavilion back then, and someone he had often missed in his heart over the years.
"Hmph! You've become successful! It's been seven years since you left, and there's not even a news about you. Back then."
When Tang Diexian said this, there was already a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes.
Back then, Liang Yan was framed by Zhuo Bufan, and became a victim of the Yixing Pavilion's power struggle. He was eventually forced to rebel against the clan and fled to another country like a lost dog. Tang Diexian had no way of knowing all of this.
At that time, she was confined to the forbidden area of the sect, practicing the Tang family's ancestral exercises day and night. It was not until three years later that she learned about Liang Yan's rebellion.
Although Tang Diexian did not believe that Liang Yan would do such a thing from the bottom of her heart, the Taoist masters such as Pavilion Master Tang Xiaoyun and Yan Xinyu all said it with certainty, and Zhuo Yuntian even convicted her with one word, which made her feel sad.
despair.
Later, by chance, he learned that Liang Yan was not executed, but escaped from Yixing Pavilion. This gave Tang Diexian another hope in his heart, looking forward to the day when he would see him again.
Over the past seven years, she had countless questions that she wanted to ask Liang Yan personally, asking if he had been framed in the first place? Did Zhuo Bufan's death have anything to do with him? Why did so many people say with certainty that he was guilty?
These questions had been conceived in her mind countless times, but when they actually met today, she had not asked any of them.
The two looked at each other quietly, and the thousands of words they had thought about before seemed to be stuck in their throats.
After a long silence, what was finally exchanged was a soft greeting from Tang Diexian:
