The palace is majestic and majestic, with mysterious light overflowing and cranes flying, which is extremely extraordinary.
In the main hall of the Immortal Palace, Mu Changge, who was dressed in white hair, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body upright, and the aura he exuded was extremely strong. Under the shock of his magic power, he dropped wisps of pure Yang sword intent, making the whole hall tremble slightly.
After a while, the maid Lu'er walked into the palace, bowed slightly and said: "Reporting to the Young Master, Song Zhishu has left the Sword Sect."
"kindness,"
Mu Changge just nodded when he heard this, without even opening his eyes.
It seemed that he didn't care at all about Song Zhishu's departure or stay.
This made Miss Lu'er full of doubts, and she couldn't help it, so she said respectfully: "Young Master, this time Song Zhishu challenged your majesty, and almost destroyed the sect's restructuring, causing the headmaster to come and take over the sect's power again, please let me
Did he leave so easily?"
She was angry at Song Zhishu, thinking that a mere handyman almost ruined the young master's plan and should be punished.
But now the young master doesn't seem to take it to heart. Of course, Miss Lu'er doesn't understand and wants to ask.
"Then what do you think?"
Mu Changge opened his eyes, his tone was still so calm.
"Now that Song Zhishu has left the Sword Sect and has no one to rely on, I think we can do something. If he dies outside in an accident, we won't be implicated."
Miss Lu'er spoke, with a murderous intent flashing in her eyes. It would have been if Gu Yun Daru hadn't been guarding her last time.
He had already killed Song Zhishu, would he still allow him to leave Jianzong safely?
"An accident occurred not long after Song Zhishu left. If the news spreads to Jianzong, everyone will know what happened."
But Mu Changge shook his head and continued: "Besides, the headmaster said that even if Song Zhishu leaves, he will still be a member of the Sword Sect. Is it just to persuade him to stay? The headmaster actually said those words to me."
"But Song Zhishu him?" Miss Lu'er wanted to say something more.
"Song Zhishu did indeed do something he shouldn't have done, but from his point of view, it was right. The headmaster did not completely prevent the continued restructuring. There is no need to hold on to it all the time. Just let him go. You can also put this aside for the time being.
Let it go."
But Mu Changge gave up slightly and said in a calm tone: "By the way, how are the arrangements for the Jinzhou matter?"
He didn't take Song Zhishu completely to heart, because from another perspective, what the other party did was indeed right.
And always.
Mu Changge never thought of targeting Song Zhishu.
What I did was just to continue to implement the sect's restructuring.
Now that the headmaster has begun to intervene, he will naturally not blame everything on Zhishu Song.
So I stopped thinking about it and asked another unrelated question.
"Yes, I understand, slave."
Miss Lu'er heard the words and nodded slightly. When she heard Mu Changge asked about Jinzhou, she immediately said: "Back to the young master, the news is generally clear. It is a group of monsters causing trouble. Judging from the situation, they should be wiped out soon. It cannot be overturned.
What a storm."
"The headmaster personally ordered me to pay attention, so I can't take it lightly."
Mu Changge thought for a moment and then said: "Go and tell Bai Haochen and ask him to pay attention at all times."
"Master, let Bai Haochen go?"
Miss Lu'er frowned and couldn't help but said: "In this case of Bai Qiuyu, Bai Haochen did not follow your order and hesitated to attack Song Zhishu. Master, I think Bai Haochen is no longer worthy of trust."
She gave Bai Haochen many orders at that time, but he kept holding back and even turned a deaf ear to them in the end.
It should be noted that I was following the instructions of the young master, but Bai Haochen actually dared not to listen.
Lu'er doesn't know the reason.
What is probably certain is that Bai Haochen is different now from before.
"Bai Haochen is not hesitant about Song Zhishu, he is hesitant about Mr. Gu Yun and Confucianism."
Mu Changge smiled, his tone was calm, he had the pearl of wisdom in hand, he seemed to know everything clearly: "Just do as I say, what about Bai Haochen, I have my own ideas, go ahead."
"Yes, sir."
Seeing that the young master didn't care about Bai Haochen, Miss Lu'er knew that the young master had already made plans, so she let him go.
Then she bowed slightly and slowly exited Xuanyi Palace.
Mu Changge was the only one left in the palace.
He did not continue to meditate, but looked outside. His gaze seemed to pass through the inner peak and reach outside Mingyue City. His eyes revealed the meaning of thinking, and finally he softly uttered a name: "Song Zhishu."
After finishing speaking, Mu Changge looked away, then closed his eyes, and the aura around him became thicker.
at the same time.
Song Zhishu sat cross-legged on the sage's sword body, shuttled among the clouds, his robes rustling in the wind.
At this moment, mana surged in his body, blocking out the strong wind, but his eyes were not looking straight ahead, but at a map in his hand.
This was prepared by Song Zhishu before he left, and it recorded the location and environment of each place.
However, some places are not very detailed because few people have visited them.
But it is completely enough for me now.
"The world of cultivating immortals is vast and boundless. It is divided into five continents and seven regions. The Taihao Sword Sect is located in the Eastern Border of Central Continent. The Eastern Territory is vast and spans hundreds of thousands of miles from east to west. Mortals will never be able to set foot in it even if they spend their entire lives. Only those who cultivate immortals can
, Only by riding the wind and wielding the sword can you appreciate these great mountains and rivers."
Looking at the map in his hand, Song Zhishu couldn't help but sigh that this world is too big. Although he had been in Taihao Sword Sect before, he had basically never left. He knew very little about the outside world, and this was why he had to travel thousands of miles.
The reason for the road.
Of course, the so-called journey of thousands of miles does not really mean that you have to walk ten thousand miles.
For example, at Song Zhishu's current speed, this ten thousand miles would not take long at all.
The key is whether you can gain some insights along the way.
Song Zhishu has already thought about it.
As Mr. Wen Yuan said, follow your heart and do not set clear goals.
"The Taihao Sword Sect is located in the eastern border of Central Continent, but the eastern border is also vast, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles from east to west. It is impossible for me to cover all of it. Firstly, my magic power cannot support it. Secondly, the Saint Sword Embryo is still a low-grade magical weapon, the Flying Sword.
, the speed is limited, we must find a place to rest, and then think of ways to improve the quality of the Saint Sword Embryo."
Song Zhishu said to himself that he already had preliminary ideas in his mind. After traveling thousands of miles, the most important thing is to fly the sword.
The Sage Sword Embryo can grow infinitely, and it only needs to be fed with iron ore materials or other flying swords.
Then supplement it with Haoran's righteousness to improve the quality.
Therefore, Song Zhishu's idea is very simple. First, find a place to buy iron ore materials and other things to help the saint's sword grow. This will not only speed up the journey, but also increase its power. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
As for why Taihao Sword Sect is no longer involved, the reason is very simple.
I am different now from before. I am noticed from above and below, and my every move will be noticed.
The fetus of the saint's sword is of great importance. If anyone discovers it, the same thing as Bai Qiuyu seizing the sword may not happen again.
Although the Sword Sect has begun to improve now, as the saying goes, the wisdom is dimmed by sharpness, and no one can stay rational in front of a treasure. Song Zhishu knew this, so he just wanted to leave.
But where to go now, he couldn't find the direction for a while.
So choose to continue looking at the map.
Soon, a place appeared among Song Zhishu's goals.
"Qingzhou is located to the north of the Eastern Border, 12,000 miles away from the Taihao Sword Sect. It is named after the Qingyun Mountains. Because there are many monsters in the Qingyun Mountains, as well as various mineral veins and elixirs, there are many monsters every year.
The monks ventured into Qingzhou and traded with each other."
Looking at the records about Qingzhou on the map, Song Zhishu immediately determined the direction: "Okay, let's make Qingzhou the first stop."
After making up his mind, Song Zhishu put away the map, then stood up and injected mana into the Saint Sword Embryo.
call out!
The next moment, the speed of the saint's sword increased greatly.
Song Zhishu directly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the clouds and mist.
He controls the Saint Sword Fetus, and even if he doesn't fly at full strength, he can still travel two to three thousand miles a day, so it doesn't take many days to reach his destination. Therefore, he sometimes stops and goes, and kills monsters when he encounters them, but most of them
They are all weak and have not gained the awe-inspiring righteousness.
Just like that, three days later.
Qingzhou.
This is an ancient city that covers a very large area, where mortals and monks live together.
The city wall is tall, more than 20 feet high by visual inspection, like a huge stone crawling on the ground. It is majestic and majestic. The city wall is blue-gray, showing traces of time. There are three different city gates.
One is in the middle and is the tallest, while two small gates are on the left and right.
People were coming and going at the left and right city gates, and horse racing vehicles were driving in. There were merchants, hawkers, all kinds of people, and without exception they were all ordinary people.
At the gate of the tallest city, there were streams of light falling from the sky from time to time, and then they chose to walk inside, all of them were monks.
Obviously, in this city, although there are mortals and monks, the three gates represent two different classes, which are clearly differentiated.
However, this city is the same as the nine cities of Taihao Sword Sect. It is guarded by strong men and protected by city protection formations. However, monks who come and go are not allowed to wield swords in the city. Otherwise, the light ones will be expelled from the city, and the serious ones will be directly punished.
.
At the gate of the city, Song Zhishu dropped down, put away the sage's sword, and walked towards the city.
He was dressed in plain clothes and looked very low-key. After entering the city, he looked around.
There was a wide street in front of him. There were tall houses on both sides of the street, rising and falling. There were vendors setting up stalls below, and bursts of noisy sounds kept pouring into his ears.
"The high-quality Qi Condensing Pill is of excellent quality and sold at a cheap price."
"The centuries-old demonic dragon fangs in the Qingyun Mountains are the best material for refining flying swords. This is the only one, first come first served."
"The Fire Spirit Iron Crystal weighs three kilograms. It can be used to cultivate fire-attribute spiritual roots. It can also be embedded into flying swords to increase its power. It costs 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
There were sounds one after another, and they were all items used by monks. They were all available, and the prices were very cheap.
Even Song Zhishu was moved after hearing this. However, he was not a new monk. He knew that some things were basically defective products, and some were simply fake. What's more, he didn't pay for what he paid for.
Very clear.
Because the merchants and monks who set up stalls in such street markets are basically doing one-time business and basically have no credibility.
Therefore, he passed these vendors and walked directly to the front.
"There are no special requirements for the iron ore materials needed for the growth of the Saint Sword Embryo. They are similar to the materials used to refine flying swords. However, you cannot buy this kind of stuff indiscriminately, and I may need a lot of it. I must find a worthy one.
It’s a place you can trust.”
Song Zhishu was thinking while looking for the target.
About half an hour later, he found a pavilion in the distance. After seeing the plaque clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked forward quickly.
Not long after, Song Zhishu came closer. This pavilion has nine floors. It has a simple and exquisite shape, is completely black, and is made of extremely precious wood. It stands on the main street and occupies a huge position. Everyone who comes in and out of the door.
He is a monk, and there are three characters written on the plaque: Wanshi Pavilion with flying dragons and phoenixes.
"The Wanshi Pavilion is rumored to be founded by an extremely powerful monk. He has a profound background and is no weaker than the three major sword sects. His business involves elixirs, talismans, magic weapons and so on. It is spread all over Central Continent and Desert Continent. It has tens of thousands of years of history.
According to history, it is said that as long as you have enough spirit stones, you can buy almost anything you can buy in Wanshi Pavilion."
Song Zhishu felt a little emotional. As early as when he was in the Taihao Sword Sect, he had heard of the name Wanshi Pavilion, but he never had the chance to see it.
And when he came to Qingzhou, he knew that there was a Wanshi Pavilion here.
Without hesitation, Song Zhishu walked straight into it.
After entering Wanshi Pavilion.
The first floor is an extremely spacious lobby with antique decoration that makes people feel extremely comfortable. There are various counters around, and each counter sells different things, including elixirs and magic weapons. It can be described as a dazzling array.
Beside these counters, there were monks in groups, looking for what they needed.
"I have met the Immortal. What do you need to come to Wanshi Pavilion? The slave family is in charge of Wanshi Pavilion. If you have any needs, you can ask the slave family directly."
Soon, a woman in a blue dress came forward with a soft tone and a smile on her face. The woman was also a monk, but her level was not high. She was probably at the second or third level of Qi training.
The woman looked at Song Zhishu, quietly sizing him up, and found that he had strong magical power, long aura, and extraordinary temperament. She immediately concluded that Song Zhishu was not an ordinary casual cultivator.
And the more such a person is, the more aggressive they will be, and the smile in their eyes will become stronger.
"I want to buy some materials for refining flying swords. Of course, if there are cheap low-grade magic weapons flying swords, that would be fine too."
Song Zhishu said that the main purpose of this trip was to improve the quality of the saint's sword embryo, whether it was materials or flying swords, but he didn't know how much was needed, so he had to understand it first.
"Okay, please come this way."
The woman in the blue skirt nodded when she heard this, turned slightly sideways, made a gesture of invitation, and then led Song Zhishu to the southeast side.
There is also a counter here.
Behind the counter, there are all kinds of iron ore materials for refining flying swords. At a glance, there are at least thousands of them.
This is just individual materials, not including elixirs, talismans, etc.
The Wanshi Pavilion truly deserves its reputation.
"I wonder what materials the Immortal needs? Here is a roster, followed by prices, for the Immortal to choose from." After saying this, the woman smiled, held out a jade slip, and handed it over with both hands.
Song Zhishu nodded and took it, then scanned it with his soul, and immediately understood the names and prices of various iron ore materials.
There are many materials for refining flying swords, and because of different qualities, the prices also vary.
Of course, those recorded in jade slips are relatively common.
As for the price, it is similar to what Song Zhishu learned from the Taihao Sword Sect, and the average price is around one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
"The Saint Sword Tire does not require specific iron ore materials to upgrade its level, especially from low-grade to medium-grade. Common ones are enough. However, if you continue to upgrade, you will definitely need higher-quality materials. I have 60,000 of them now.
For low-grade spiritual stones, based on the average price, if you spend all of them, you should be able to buy about 600 of them, I don’t know if that’s enough.”
Song Zhishu calculated in his mind that the most important thing now was to know how much quantity was needed to improve the quality of the Sage Sword Embryo. In line with the principle of taking as much as possible and not going to waste anyway, he probably had an idea in mind, so he said directly: "It will take five.
100% blazing sun iron bar."
"Okay, Master, please wait a moment."
After hearing this, the female monk in blue skirt's eyes brightened slightly, she nodded quickly, her tone became more enthusiastic, and she immediately went to prepare.
Fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones would be beyond the reach of an ordinary monk. What's more, as a receptionist, the woman can also get some commission from it, so she is naturally happy.
Half an hour later, the female monk in blue skirt returned, holding a jade plate in her hand and a storage bag on it.
"Shangxian, all the things you want are inside, please take inventory."
Hearing this, Song Zhishu found out the soul, and after confirming that the number was correct, he took out 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
Immediately afterwards, both parties paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.
"If the Immortal needs anything in the future, you can come to Wanshi Pavilion to find the slave family. The slave family's name is Lanyi." When the woman saw that the deal was concluded, she bowed slightly, smiled brightly, and spoke softly, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"good."
Five hundred copies of Fierce Sun Iron were obtained.
Song Zhishu nodded and said something, returned the courtesy slightly and then walked out of Wanshi Pavilion.
Qingzhou City is very large, and it would be difficult to walk all the way without a sword.
After leaving Wanshi Pavilion, Song Zhishu wandered around the city for a while and found that the atmosphere here was indeed different from Mingyue City. It was easy to see monks arguing or even fighting while walking on the road. It took a while before there were patrols in the city.
stop.
Of course, there are strong men stationed in the city, and the monks only fight with each other, and they don't dare to actually kill people in the street.
As the saying goes, there is no circle without rules. There will be order and rules everywhere.
It's just that compared to the Nine Cities of Taihao Sword Sect, this place is relatively relaxed.
Time passes and the sun sets.
After Song Zhishu had a general understanding of the situation in the city, he went to find a restaurant called Yunlingzhai.
The reason why I chose this place is because each room has a small spirit gathering array, which can be used for practice. It is also effective in the foundation building realm and has good privacy. However, the price is relatively expensive, costing 60 spirit stones a day.
Because I wanted to upgrade the Saint Sword Embryo, I paid rent for several days and spent hundreds of spirit stones. It was much more expensive than living in Mingyue City for a month. As expected, money is the most important thing when you are away from home.
Fortunately, Zhishu Song has the means to earn spiritual stones, so these are not too much for him.
Late at night, the moon and stars are scarce.
In a room on the second floor of Yunlingzhai.
Song Zhishu sat cross-legged on the bed, with spiritual energy from heaven and earth pouring into his body.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a brilliant light.
This is what practice is like, if it is wasted for one day, it will lead to retreat.
This is even more true when it comes to the foundation building realm.
After the breath adjustment was completed, Song Zhishu stood up and took out the Sage Sword Fetus and the iron ore purchased at Wanshi Pavilion today.
However, he was not in a hurry to get promoted. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to read several books given by Mr. Wenyuan before leaving.
Finally, he found pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the storage bag, spread it on the table, and lit a green lamp.
A long time passed.
Song Zhishu picked up the brush on the table, stained it with bits and pieces of ink, and wrote two big characters on the white rice paper: Zhongyong.