Wang Dalu's consciousness returned from Zi Mansion. Hearing Jiaojiao's reminder, he walked back and forth in the cave with the short black stick in his hand. He thought for a long time before he came up with a name.
"I will call you Panlong Stick from now on. I see your body is engraved with your appearance in life, and I hope you can transform into a dragon after death."
After Wang Dalu finished speaking, the body of the short black stick in his hand flashed with a clearly carved image of a python, and in the blink of an eye it dimmed again.
After getting the Coiling Dragon Stick, Wang Dalu remembered what he had accidentally heard from the outer disciples before.
The desolate elixir in the body of Du Chun, the supreme elder of the Daochi Sect, belongs to the inner elixir of the ancient real beast Hook Snake, while the desolate elixir in his disciple Qin Lang's body comes from the inner elixir of the ancient real beast Song Snake, which also belongs to the snake species.
This is also the main reason why Du Chun accepted Qin Lang as his disciple.
The coiled dragon stick in Wang Dalu's hand has the aura of a python, and the coiled dragon energy in his own body is extremely poisonous, which is vaguely similar to the energy of Du Chun and his disciples.
The vitality is full of poison, and the mutual offensive against the enemy will obviously be weakened a bit, which will increase the chance of winning for him to escape.
Ever since he obtained the magical weapon of the Coiling Dragon Stick, Wang Dalu has been practicing in the cave to make the short stick more suitable for his body.
Xia Feng still arrives at Wang Dalu's place to practice with Wang Dalu before the sun sets every day.
Not only that, Xia Feng would go to Qin Lang's residence every half month to report Wang Dalu's actions to him.
Qin Lang also secretly sent people to monitor Xia Feng at first. After more than a month of observation and found nothing suspicious about Xia Feng, he completely relaxed and used Xia Feng as his confidant.
One fine spring day, Wang Dalu finished his meditation, stood up and stretched out.
Yu Jian walked toward a forest due east, hoping to find some monsters with some spiritual energy to come back and enjoy. Unexpectedly, not long after walking, he heard a few subtle quarrels.
Wang Dalu looked down and saw a dense valley with gurgling water below, which was very hidden.
At this time, a man and a woman were standing beside the stream.
The man has a shiny face, evil eyes, and a somewhat ugly look. Although the woman is petite, her skin is fair and beautiful, which is very pleasing to the eye. However, if you look closely, the woman's thin eyebrows are tightly knitted, which seems to be filled with inextricable sorrow.
The man was ugly and the woman was beautiful, and they were in this remote valley. Wang Dalu didn't need to think deeply about what was going on between them.
According to Wang Dalu's temperament, he was too lazy to take care of such noisy matters, but he couldn't see the sad look on the woman's face.
Wang Dalu put away his flying sword and landed on the thick trunk of an ancient tree outside the valley. He used the dense leaves in the forest to cover his figure and listened intently to the conversation between the two people in the valley.
Just listen to the lustful voice of the oily man.
"Junior sister Wang, do you know that the herb in your hand is the fairy grass carefully cultivated by our sect. If you steal it without authorization, you will be punished by this sect."
The pretty woman was probably not as old as Wang Dalu. When the man asked her this question, her face turned red and tears kept flowing from her eyes, and she said angrily.
"Nonsense, this is an ownerless herb, not the fairy herb carefully cultivated by our sect as you said."
"Oh, junior sister, you said this, but you don't know that you have violated our sect's taboo. This valley is within our sect, and of course every plant and tree in it belongs to our sect. If junior sister is not convinced, we can go to the Reward and Punishment Hall to argue
, let’s see how the punishment elders of our sect will decide this matter.”
"you…"
Seeing the anxious and helpless look of Junior Sister Wang in front of him, the man felt even more proud, and he moved forward and said.
"Sister Ruofu, senior brother knows that you are eager to save my master, but you should know that my master's condition has been delayed and it is difficult to save, so why bother to suffer the consequences? Even senior brother feels distressed. If you follow senior brother, I will wait for your master
So, I will let my master accept you as a disciple, wouldn't it be great to continue to enjoy the resources in the sect."
Seeing the complacent expression on the man in front of her, Wang Ruofu really wanted to kill him with her sword.
But she knew that the rules in the sect were strict, and the first prohibition was to kill fellow members of the same sect, not to mention that her cultivation level was completely different from that of men.
Seeing this scene, Wang Dalu sighed and waved his coiled dragon stick towards the valley.
Not long after, I saw green gold mist rolling and flowing rapidly from the direction facing Wang Dalu, spreading rapidly towards the valley.
This was the first time Wang Dalu used the technique in the Panlong Stick.
The oil-faced man was about to reach out to touch Wang Ruofu's pretty face, but found that Wang Ruofu in front of him had a pair of beautiful eyes, pointing behind him in surprise.
"what is that?"
The oil-faced man had sensed in advance that there was no one around the valley, so he spoke in a loose manner and paid no attention to it.
When he saw Wang Ruofu acting like this, he initially thought she was trying to trick him into sneaking up and running away when he was not prepared. However, seeing that Wang Ruofu's expression didn't look fake, he mobilized his vitality and consciousness to move behind him, and was shocked.
He used his spiritual consciousness to sense a strong energy fluctuation behind him, and hurriedly turned around to look.
At this time, the poisonous mist released by Wang Dalu had spread to the entire valley except for the few feet of space where the two of them were standing.
The oil-faced man was on alert, looking at the poisonous mist filling the valley, and couldn't help but think to himself.
"Although Dao Chi Sect has many great monks, there are not many wild elixirs with poisonous properties and their cultivation level is so high."
He seemed to have thought of something, and shouted to the valley: "Is it Uncle Qin?" Seeing no one responded, he shouted again.
"I don't know which senior in the sect is here. Zhu Luo, the 26th generation direct disciple of the lower sect, is here to pay his respects!"
After Zhu Luo finished speaking, there was still no one to answer. Only two sounds from Zhu Luo were left in the valley, and there was no other sound.
However, the mist in front of Zhu Luo was very agile and moved Zhu Luo's body around.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhu Luo took out his flying sword without saying a word, turned into an aurora and left through the air.
Wang Ruofu stood there in a daze, broken into a cold sweat by the sight in front of her, and she didn't know what to do now.
However, she saw that after Zhu Luo left, the green-gold mist gradually receded, and she knew that an expert was really saving her, so she saluted in the direction of the mist.
"Junior Wang Ruofu, the twenty-sixth generation direct disciple of the Daochi Sect, thank you for your life-saving grace, senior!"
The expert who saw the darkness neither spoke nor appeared.
Wang Ruofu stood in the valley and thought for a moment, knowing that the master didn't want to show up, but she thought of her master's condition and thought that maybe the master could help him, so she used the method of lightening her body and retreated.
The mist rushed towards Wang Dalu's location.
The poisonous mist cleared, and when Wang Dalu was hesitating whether to reveal himself or not, he saw a petite figure jumping towards him.
In a daze, the two of them were standing on the tree trunk and the other under the tree, staring at each other in a daze.
Wang Ruofu never dreamed that the master in her heart was so young. He was almost too young, so she couldn't help but blurt out a question.