The journey was uneventful. Everyone took advantage of the fact that the sun was just covered by dark clouds, so they hurried on the road. As long as they climbed over Shengying Mountain before dark, they could find an inn in Qingshen County and sleep comfortably without having to camp on the mountain.
Last sleep.
Xu Xiuzhu sorted out the black hair scattered on the girl's temples with some distress. The sedan was given to the injured bearer, so Lu Yan Yingluo basically walked with them later. Her pink shoes were covered with mud.
For this reason, Xu Xiuzhu had to carry her behind her back no matter what. After all, when they arrived in Qingshen County, Yan Yingluo defected to her grandmother, and Xu Xiuzhu had to leave for a while to practice in the world of martial arts.
As for Yan Yingluo, she didn't say any words of reluctance, but He Xu, a brat, could tell that his sister Yingluo spoke less and less as she got closer to Qingshen County.
I am also sad and sad.
On the way, Lu Yixiang talked about Xia Ze's righteousness and wealth and the release of precious wood spirits, which made everyone sigh. He Xu just shook his head, saying that he was used to it.
Xia Ze kept looking behind him with deep thoughts and was distracted the whole time.
"Brother Xia Ze, what are you looking at when you look back after taking three steps? Did you meet the girl you like on the road?" Xu Xiuzhu rarely came out of his depression and joked to Xia Ze.
"For some reason, I always feel like someone is following us along the way."
"Is there anyone there?" Xu Xiuzhu looked behind him. There was endless tranquility there, not even a ghost. Where was the person?
As everyone climbed higher and higher, the temperature on the mountain became colder and colder. But luckily, in addition to He Xu and Yan Ying, there were also several bearers who needed extra clothes. The rest of them were all martial arts warriors with poor physical condition.
Naturally much better than ordinary people.
Among the nineteen peaks of Diancang Mountain, it is as famous as Longquan Peak, where Taoxi Temple is located. It is the first natural moat to block the cold wind in the east. The further you go up, the sparser the trees become.
Xia Ze and others saw a commotion in front of them, and when they took a closer look, they saw four or five men wearing felt hats and robes, holding an ax to chop down an old camphor tree.
It's just that the camphor tree seemed to be surprisingly hard. When the sharp ax was chopped on it, it actually made the sound of metal and stone. There were three or four broken axes at their feet. Everyone was panting from exhaustion and finally managed to chop it out.
A gap.
There was blood-like sap flowing out of the gap in the camphor tree. When the men saw this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. One of them held a porcelain bowl filled with honey in his hand and kept smearing honey toward the gap.
In a secret place on the camphor tree, a pair of eyes quietly opened, then closed again, and happened to be captured by Xia Ze keenly.
"Senior Lu, what is this?" Xia Ze turned around and asked.
Lu Yixiang stared at the group of people and said indifferently: "As you can see, these people are using the oldest method to capture wood spirits. They first used axes to make gaps in the branches, and then painted them with mud.
Wine is like honey. When the wood spirit stored in the trees is soaked in honey, after three rounds of wine, it will naturally escape from the trees."
"This camphor tree is not cold-resistant, but it grows very well on the towering Shengying Peak. It is called the wind-suppressing sacred tree here and has a history of thousands of years. There are rumors that there is a tree in this camphor tree that has been practicing for thousands of years.
Peng Hou, so there are many people who have been squatting here day after day over the years, trying to get rich overnight."
Xia Ze suddenly turned around and looked behind him. On a blue stone, there was a small emerald head, slowly protruding its head.
"Little guy? Is it you?" Xia Ze was overjoyed.
The little wooden man, who was still a little shy at first, lost his timidity after seeing Xia Ze's expression. He jumped up to Xia Ze, climbed up from under his feet, and finally stood on his shoulders.
, and kept bowing.
Lu Yixiang stroked his beard and said, "I think this little guy wants to recognize you as his master, so I want you to take him with you on a long journey."
Xia Ze cast a doubtful look at the little wooden man. Naturally, the little guy nodded repeatedly and chattered non-stop.
"Then follow me!" Xia Ze smiled.
The little wooden man was overjoyed. He clapped his two green little hands and a small red flower grew out of thin air and handed it to Xia Ze.
Xia Ze took it, and the little guy flew up like a dandelion flying in the wind, swimming around everyone. When he raised his hand, everyone's head was covered with flowers.
The little guy chuckled and then floated back to Xia Ze's shoulder.
Yan Yingluo picked the flower off her head and sniffed it, her eyes almost went crazy. Seeing this, Xu Xiuzhu began to regret that he didn't spend money to buy one to please her.
He Xu looked at the naughty little wooden man, his eyes turned green. He left the little white donkey and quietly walked around behind Xia Ze. He clapped his hands at the right moment and the wooden man turned into a line of blue smoke and disappeared.
He Xu scratched his head in confusion. As a result, the little guy got out of his sleeves. Wherever he went, the clothes were covered with flowers. He Xu scratched his liver and cheeks in embarrassment. Finally, he finally caught the little wood.
Everyone and him were laughing.
"Damn it! I wasted so much high-quality honey and wine. I have damaged hundreds of machetes this year alone. Now I don't even see Peng Hou's fart. It's really unlucky!" A man was angry!
He cursed loudly and then kicked the camphor tree hard.
The camphor tree did not move at all, but its branches and leaves swayed in the wind.
The little wooden man looked at the camphor tree and hid on Xia Ze in fear. Everyone was about to leave when they suddenly heard a strong wind above their heads, and then a black light, like thunder, fell on the top of the camphor tree.
Several men were frightened by this sudden change and fell to the ground, speaking incoherently.
The black man laughed wildly twice and landed firmly on the ground. His strong figure was like a hill. He glanced at Xia Ze and the others, and then walked slowly towards the frightened people.
He raised his ax high and taunted the man at his feet who could not move: "What a waste. With such a huge opportunity in front of you, you can't even make a break."
The expressions of Lu Yixiang, Xu Xiuzhu, and Xia Ze changed slightly. Although this person's words were ferocious, his aura was restrained. In the Dantian of his Qi Mansion, there was a surge of spiritual energy that could change the color of heaven and earth. He could ride on thunder.
How can people be idlers?
He shouted loudly, swung the ax, and struck the thick tree trunk hard.
First there was a crisp sound, and the ax broke into pieces. He made a deep wound on the hard tree trunk, and bright red juice gurgled out.
For the first time in front of everyone, this camphor tree with a long history emitted a faint light. The few green camphor trees began to turn yellow and fall off.
At the same time, the gap began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black man always had that cold smile on his face, and then his five fingers were like hooks, and a claw pierced the depth of the gap.
The old camphor tree began to let out pitiful wails. Yan Yingluo screamed in fright and hid in Xu Xiuzhu's arms. Even He Xu turned pale and held Xia Ze's clothes.
"Come out!" the man sneered.
The whole old camphor tree was trembling slightly, and the man's hand that was buried in the tree seemed to be holding on to something.
Finally, he slowly withdrew his blood-stained right hand, turned his hand over, light flashed, and a black porcelain bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.
"I wanted to spare your life, but now it seems that there is no need for it. Anyway, you are a wood spirit with some background. You will be the same whether you live or die. I, Xun Yin, of Jubao Sect, hate disobedient things the most."
He poured the black liquid in the porcelain bottle in his hand onto the wound of the camphor tree. In an instant, the thousand-year-old camphor tree began to tremble crazily and wail like a human being.
The man sneered and stepped on the gap. The green leaves of the tree began to turn yellow, and something surged on the branches. It wanted to rush out, but was blocked by the man.
Xu Xiuzhu muttered a few words, as if he had used a dirty word that was not acceptable, and was about to step forward to stop the man, but was stopped by Yan Yingluo and Lu Yixiang.
The old man shook his head and said calmly: "Don't be impulsive. That person's strength is unfathomable. If he really wants to take action, I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to take Ying Luo's safety into consideration."
Xu Xiuzhu sighed and had no choice but to give up.
Lu Yixiang asked Xia Ze with his eyes, and the latter just said lightly: "I can't see clearly, but if you can come with thunder, your cultivation level should not be below the seventh level."
The Seventh Level of the Qi Refiner, the Elephant and Earth Realm, is only one level away from the Fa Tian Realm where one can use the magical powers of the Law, Heaven, Elephant and Earth, but most of them can already differentiate into Yin, Yang and God, and incarnate outside the body.
The Yin God comes out of the body, but Yin is soft and fierce, and can travel thousands of miles as a soul, killing people invisible; the Yang God emphasizes the body, dominates the pure Yang, controls the five elements of spiritual energy, and is indestructible.
Most Seventh Realm Qi Practitioners will choose one of the Yang and Yin God avenues for training. For example, Buddhist monks meditate all year round, and what they practice is the Yin God that is invisible to the naked eye. No matter which one it is, it is equivalent to
With the addition of a helper whose cultivation level is no different from his own, his killing power skyrocketed.
There is a watershed between the Qi Refiner's Seventh Realm and the Seventh Realm.
"Boy from the Xia family, I advise you not to act rashly. This guy comes from the Jubao Sect. This is an evil sect that prefers to kill people and seize treasures. Its avenue is closely connected with magic weapons and spiritual treasures. It has established sects all over Jiuzhou, and
He has a very wide network of contacts." Lu Yixiang muttered.
"Oh?" Xia Ze kept comforting the trembling wooden figure and placed it on He Xu's hand.
"This Treasure Gathering Sect has another not-so-good name in the world, called the Evil Bandits Sect. As long as they can get the treasures they want, they will kill people, buy goods, conspire, and do whatever they can. Besides, the people who come here are very advanced, and they can't count.
How many magic weapons does he have on his body? People often clash with him hastily. When their cultivation levels are equal, they are careless and underestimate the enemy. In the end, no hair is left after being sacrificed by the magic weapon, and all his belongings are pocketed. Therefore.
, very few people in the world dare to challenge the Treasure Judging Sect."
"After all, no one wants to tremble with a mad dog and lose all their money, right?" The old man shook his head and sighed.