After making arrangements with Chunyangzi Lu Yan to go to Kunlun to become a disciple, Wu Qiudao was in a good mood.
While Lu Yan was delivering the message at Feijian, Wu Qiudao found the seven-star and five-bright sword from the alchemy room, put it in his arms, and then looked everywhere for the Jinguazhi that Gootizi had led them to escape from the cave.
I searched for a long time but couldn't find it.
Finally, he found a small leather bag and wanted to see what was inside, but no matter how hard Wu Qiudao pulled, he could not open the bag. He guessed that this might be the storage bag written in Xianxia novels, Xumi Mustard Seed, Wuwu
Not tolerated.
But before he could feel it, the small leather bag and the Seven Stars and Five Lights Sword were sucked away by a strong force. He shouted and chased in the direction where the treasures were sucked away, directly to the Main Hall.
In the main hall, a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest was talking to Chunyangzi. When he saw bags and swords flying towards him, he flicked his sleeves and everything disappeared inside his sleeves.
"Damn it, there's a lot in my sleeve!" Wu Qiudao was shocked.
The Taoist turned his head to look at Wu Qiudao, bowed his head and said: "Fu Sheng Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Ping Dao is the 73rd generation head of Zhangren Cave in Qingcheng Mountain, Xuanzhenzi Wang Qiao. I think this little brother was the one received by senior brother Goudizi during his lifetime.
Personal disciple, right?"
Wu Qiudao scratched his head: "More or less, he taught me a lot, and he even gave me the nickname Huanhuncao after learning from Ali. But I have to say it first. I don't recognize the master-disciple relationship. He mentioned it at the time
The sword forces me to kowtow and become my master."
Xuan Zhenzi waved his hand and motioned Wu Qiudao to walk over. Wu Qiudao looked at Chunyangzi hesitantly. Lu Yan nodded, indicating that there was no problem, so he walked over.
Xuan Zhenzi felt the pulse in Wu Qiudao's hand, observed it carefully with his magic eye, and sighed: "Whether you admit it or not, what you practice is indeed the "Ming Palace Pointing Star Technique" of my Qingcheng lineage.
", you are destined to Qingcheng."
Wu Qiudao remembered that his "Fate Palace Pointing Star Technique" had not yet introduced the eight-star and four evil spirits, and had to use the sword to guide the star power, so he said: "Although it is the demon's wishful thinking to accept a disciple, he has already given me the seven-star and five-star sword.
Can you give it back to me?"
Xuan Zhenzi looked Wu Qiudao up and down and said with a smile: "Little brother, it's interesting. Although you don't recognize senior brother Goutizi as your master, you still accepted the meeting gift he gave you."
Wu Qiudao's face was a little feverish, and he said forcefully: "This belongs to me as 'obtained in good faith'. Besides, this sword was made by Goutizi himself from the materials he collected. I don't want to snatch the other inheritances, but he gave this sword himself."
It’s mine, I have to get it back.”
"Oh?"
"I don't know about this." San Hua Mao looked at Wu Qiudao, who was winking next to Xuan Zhenzi, and said, "But Master Yao Wang's sword is indeed always using the Resurrection Grass. Whether he goes out to collect medicine or practices sword practice, he always uses the Resurrection Grass.
Hold this sword."
"In that case." Xuan Zhenzi nodded, turned his right hand a few times, and the Seven-Star Five-Yao Sword slowly moved from his sleeve to his palm, and handed it to Wu Qiu, "Little brother, this sword is returned to you."
Wu Qiudao happily stretched out his hand, and just as he was about to take it, Xuan Zhenzi held his hand and asked: "Resurrection Grass, are you willing to go to Qingcheng Mountain with Pindao to learn skills? I am willing to teach you the Qingcheng Immortal Way on behalf of my senior brother.
This nephew."
Wu Qiudao turned to look at Chunyangzi, and Lu Yan also said awkwardly: "Brother Xuanzhenzi, I didn't know you had this intention, so I invited him to Kunlun Mountain before. I want to ask the master to accept him as a disciple to prevent him.
Just like Senior Brother Goutizi, he has taken the wrong path."
Xuan Zhenzi looked at Wu Qiu and said: "So, Resurrection Grass, what do you think? I can continue to teach you what senior brother Goutizi has taught you. I won't say whether you can become this master when you go to Kunlun, at least
What you have learned before can only be discontinued."
Wu Qiudao looked at Xuan Zhenzi's expression, and he was indeed sincere, but when he thought of the "Li Babai" name that had been inherited for unknown generations in Qingcheng, he felt somewhat wary. He still trusted Chunyangzi more.
Xuan Zhenzi watched Wu Qiudao take away the Seven Stars and Five Lumins Sword, but he still wanted to work hard to save it: "Resurrection Grass, if you miss this fairy fate, it will not be easy to enter the Qingcheng Gate Wall again in the future!"
Wu Qiudao looked at him coldly. He used to hate this kind of bullshit. He is a salesman and likes to touch your anxiety like this, making you mistakenly think that you have missed a million. It's all bullshit. I have always been like this in my life.
Can’t make a million!
Xuan Zhenzi took a step forward: "Kunlun Hidden Immortal Sect has always advocated secret cultivation and hermitism. They have always been the only ones to find seedlings themselves, and no outsiders have succeeded in worshiping the immortals! Resurrection Grass, you really need to think clearly!"
Wu Qiudao stood behind Chunyangzi and said firmly: "I have thought clearly, I want to go to Kunlun!"
Kunlun strictly controls people entering, this kind of organization has more investment value! And I have nepotism with Senior Brother Chunyangzi!
But you, why do you keep calling me the Resurrection Grass? Even Chunyangzi asked me my name first. Can you respect others before your HR recruits people? You don’t have sincerity at first sight! If you pull me over, you might still be a bully, then.
Didn’t I travel through time in vain?
Xuan Zhenzi said no more, sighed, took out a bottle of Qingcheng Yulu Pills and started to save people.
In this way, a few people were busy until the next day, and then Chunyangzi and Xuanzhenzi used their swords to send the medicine people back to their hometowns one by one. However, even the sword immortals and their like who flew with their swords had to travel hundreds of miles back and forth.
It will also take most of a day.
When the furthest calico cat also said goodbye to Wu Qiudao and was sent back to his hometown in Jiangnan, four full days and nights had passed.
After these four days, even Wu Qiudao, who was guarding the house and taking care of the remaining medicine men, was extremely tired. Without saying a word, the three of them fell asleep and did not get up with a yawn until about three o'clock in the morning the next day.
Just when Wu Qiudao was carrying a backpack and preparing to go on a quick trip with Chunyangzi, Xuanzhenzi Wang Qiao couldn't help but said: "Resurrecting Grass, if you fail to become a disciple, you can
Come to Qingcheng Mountain to find me."
Wu Qiudao said something casually, then tied a tight knot on himself and Lu Yan with a rope, and with a "swish", they flew into the sky with the light of the sword.
Xuan Zhenzi watched intently as the sword light as the two left was getting smaller and smaller in the sky.
Prince Wang Qiao, who looked exactly like him but was wearing the uniform of Shang and Zhou dynasties, walked out from the shadow behind Xuan Zhenzi: "Interesting, is he the Xu Jian who was born in response to the calamity?"
Xuanzhenzi Wang Qiao nodded: "That's him. Pindao has calculated that eight people will be born in the next great tribulation of heaven and earth, and he should have a share of his merits among them."
Suddenly, the fragrance of medicine filled the ground, and Wang Qiao from Yue came out: "It's strange, according to destiny, he should have always been a medicine man. It wasn't until the poisonous zombies in Sichuan caused trouble, killing and injuring nearly ten thousand people, that he would show up to save people.
He was transferred to Kunlun by Zhongli Quan."
Ye Junwang Qiao, wearing Han Dynasty clothes, stood beside the three people and asked curiously: "The key is that he broke the immortal sand in Gotizi. Why can he practice the "Immortal Sand Soul Returning Basket" so easily?"
Xuanzhenzi Wang Qiao said: "I smelled the scent of Huang Yin on him. "The Seven Chapters of Xuanjun's Secret Sutra" is a hodgepodge. Among them, "The Immortal Sand Soul Returning Basket" was originally Huang Long's game work.
Printer, what’s so strange about how easy it is to learn this sutra?”
Prince Wang Qiao shook his head and said: "I didn't expect that, Xuanzhenzi, you had already given Goutizi the opportunity to peek at the "Dragon Jade Sutra", and that he could be killed by a little medicine man early. Now Gu corpses can no longer cause trouble.
, Ying Jie’s fate has changed dramatically, this mess is huge.”
Wang Qiao, a Nuo opera performer who did not show his face but wore a white Nuo mask on his face, laughed loudly: "The bigger the chaos, the better. The bigger the chaos, the more interesting it is, isn't it?"
Xuan Zhenzi also laughed: "Yes, the heaven is in chaos. Isn't it interesting?"
The main hall was filled with Wang Qiao in various costumes at some point. They looked at each other and let out scary and strange laughter together.
"This is a great thing to say. In this world, the more chaos the more fun it is, hahahahahaha!"