Biography of Wei Zixiu Xian

Chapter 459
Xie Junbo listened to the other party's words, but his anger did not dissipate.

It's just that his hand was tightly held by his younger brother, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

After Xie Junlin restrained him, he looked Wei Zi up and down, seeing that he was a disciple of Taisu Sect, he relaxed his expression a little.

"My disciple, Wuji Sword Sect Chanling, this is my brother Xie Junbo's first time going out, and if he offends fellow Taoists, I hope my junior sister Haihan."

Wei Zi withdrew the feather arrow expressionlessly.

"Taisuzong Congjing, since it is the first time to go out, Brother Chanling needs to be more disciplined."

When Xie Junbo heard Wei Zi say that he was asked to restrain his younger brother as an elder brother, his whole body suddenly became ill. He would draw his sword again if he struggled, and would yell at him if he couldn't pull it out.

But he found that he couldn't move his mouth.

His face flushed with anger.

Chan Ling ignored him, nodded and greeted Wei Zi slightly, and left with his brother.

From the beginning to the end, the grandparents who set up the stall were ignored.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the crowd gradually dispersed.

But Tang Muge and others, who got the news and hurried over, finally broke through the crowd and squeezed in.

Wei Zi squatted down again and stretched out his hand.

The qi cultivator clutched the storage bag tightly, Wei Zi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Child, do you want to break the contract?"

Wei Zi's voice was not loud, but it made the little monk feel chills.

Looking back at Grandpa, it seems that he wants Grandpa to give him courage.

"Xiao Hai, quickly distribute the spirit stones to fellow daoists. If you walk in the world of cultivating immortals, you don't have any credibility. Who else would dare to cooperate with us? Besides, it's thanks to fellow daoists that you can get so many spirit stones this time. Too greedy."

Old man Zhou's persuasive preaching made the people nearby wonder how this iron rooster still knows morality.

And Wei Zi, who got the spirit stone, will also crush the shocking thorn of his primordial spirit, and then take it back.

With a faint smile, "Friend Daoist."

I learned about Tang Muge and others who passed by from Passerby A: ...

On the other hand, Yang Yingyue showed admiration, she was a white wolf, if she had this skill, she would have made a fortune long ago, and she wouldn't have to live a miserable life all day long.

Wei Zi, who received the Lingshi, did not leave in a hurry, but continued to pick and choose at the stall.

He held four magic lanterns in his hand.

"Uncle Congjing, why did you buy so many lanterns?"

Wei Zi glanced at Yang Yingyue, and said leisurely, "I'll make you a ghost lantern, but unfortunately, it seems that the spirit stones are not enough."

Yang Yingyue: Just now there are so many spirit stones for the white wolf, don't think we didn't see it, won't your conscience hurt?

Wei Zi smiled, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious: I earned it based on my strength, so I won't spend it on you.

Of course, Yang Yingyue was just playing around with Wei Zi, and didn't really think Wei Zi was stingy, so she bought all four lamps in a hurry, and sent them to Wei Zi, and said in a doggy way, "Thank you!" I am now Master Jing, and if you need help from your nephew, you must speak up, don't be shy."

Wei Zi nodded: "A child can be taught."

Yang Yingyue is the first person Wei Zi has ever met who cares more about spirit stones than herself. Every spirit stone is calculated carefully, but she is not so short of spirit stones. Therefore, not only Wei Zi, but other people also like it very much. Use Lingshi to test her.

Yang Yingyue: What a sad story.

After visiting Fangshi, several people each took a Linglongzhi, left Fangshi, and stepped into Linglong Forest.

At this moment, the sun has completely set, but there is still a ray of light, but the Linglong Forest is completely dark.

But even if the sun is high, Linglong Lin is the same.

Because the forest is shrouded in turbidity and turbidity all year round, Linglong Lin is completely isolated from the world.

Some monks who have lived in Linglong Forest all year round have degenerated eyes, and it will be very uncomfortable to walk out of Linglong Forest.

The vegetation in Linglong Forest is all Yin-type, and there is turbid air entwined on it, which can neither be used for training weapons nor used as medicine, and cannot even be used to start fire.

It's really a piece of shit.

It is precisely because of this that these everlasting vegetation have a little wisdom.

It will also cooperate with the ghosts and evil spirits in the forest to hunt monks.

When ghosts eat souls, they absorb flesh and blood.

In Linglong Forest, due to the turbid air, even monks can see very short distances.

So Wei Zi simply took out the Yuzhao glazed lamp to lead the way for everyone.

In the Yuzhao glazed lamp, at the moment when the light of the Yang fire poured out, with the Yuzhao glazed lamp as the center, within a radius of ten feet, the yin energy quickly receded like a tide.

"I said, didn't I give you the lamp? Why do you all rub my lamp?"

She and Tang Muge walked well, and the moment they took out the lamp, they saw that everyone surrounded them tightly without knowing what to do.

"Uncle Congjing, we have no roots. We use a little less. If we run out, we still have to work on it. It's so embarrassing, so we can only save as much as possible in normal times."

"The way to save money is to hold five people together and light a lamp and tremble forward. What about the monk's demeanor and immortal energy, don't you want them all?"

"Why do you want it, and it can't be eaten. Besides, there is no one here."

"Several fellow daoists are polite."

Caught off guard by the slap in the face, Wei Zi endured the trembling of his shoulders, even Tang Muge couldn't help laughing, but Xiao Niancheng was the most stable and the first to straighten his expression.

"I don't know if my friend called me to wait, what's the matter?"

At this moment, that person has already walked forward. From his clothes to his temperament, he looks like a casual cultivator. His face is a little round and his height is a little short. Even his face has the unique black and blue color of Linglonglin who has been in and out of Linglong for a long time. , obviously, Linglongzhi also failed to prevent him from being eroded by the turbid air.

"It's like this. At night in Linglong Forest, the strength of ghosts will skyrocket. Even the attack power of trees and vines in Linglong Forest is far better than that of daytime. Therefore, us soul hunters, at night, If we can't return to the Daoist station in time, if we want to spend the night in the wild, we will gather together, it will be much safer if there are more people, I don't know if fellow Daoists would like to form a partnership with us?"

Wei Zi looked at the lantern in his hand, and felt that it was not so necessary.

It is still far away from the station, and there is no distinction between day and night in Linglong Forest, and they are all monks, so they don't need to sleep to replenish their energy like prisoners.

Although there are still about ten days before the final handover time, it is considered ample, but these days, she plans to do some small tasks in the forest with a few people. After all, after arriving at the station, she took over Linglongju. You can't come out to play so casually.

However, Yang Yingyue, who had never seen the world, was full of yearning.

The night is dark and the wind is high, sitting around the fire, talking about the past and the present, the people who meet by chance, just like this, become the best friends of life and death, composing an immortal legend.

(End of this chapter)