I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 522

Bloodthirsty Sect, in the central area, in a hall on the halfway up a certain mountain.

She wears a blood-colored robe all the year round, and Gui Wuya's long hair shawls her shoulders.

He is obviously a pure man, but at first glance, he gives people an indescribable femininity.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a long table.

Standing in front of the table, he slowly opened a piece of drawing paper, his movements were very light and soft, as if there was no trace of human fireworks.

The foundation of the bloodthirsty sect's practice is the countless blood essences in the sect's most precious blood pool.

Using the soul to resonate with a certain kind of blood in the blood pool, while gaining miraculous powers from it, those who practice this method will, more or less, be affected by the original owner of the blood.

Those blood essences came from some ferocious beasts, strange beasts and divine beasts in ancient times.

They were tyrannical to the extreme during their lifetime, if not, just a drop of blood essence would not be able to make people acquire supernatural powers and embark on the road of cultivation.

This kind of existence, their nature, has long been engraved into the bones.

Affected by this nature, the cultivators in the Bloodthirsty Sect have more or less problems with their personalities.

Some people are bloodthirsty, some are gluttonous, some are lustful...

When there is a conflict between their own personality and the nature contained in the blood essence, many bloodthirsty sect practitioners seem to have split personalities, and they will fall into chaos from time to time.

It is for this reason that their Bloodthirsty Sect was given the title of Demon Sect by Immortal Dao.

As for the Immortal Dao, after acquiring the supernatural from a certain type of existence, they entrust their souls on artifacts, so there will be no such hidden dangers.

After all, even if it is affected by the nature possessed by a certain type of existence, what is affected is only artifacts.

The only bad thing about their path of practice is that they need to abandon their original body after they have reached a certain level of practice.

Whether it is the way of immortality or the way of magic, the two paths of cultivation can only be said to have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Who is strong and who is weak?At this moment, it is also difficult to distinguish clearly.

How to deal with this natural conflict?The Bloodthirsty Sect must have summed up some experience.

To deal with this situation, Gui Wuya likes to put his love into painting.

When he devoted himself wholeheartedly and started to paint, he felt that the turmoil in his heart would soon calm down.

After laying out the drawing paper, he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

"Sect Master..." Footsteps sounded before he rushed back to the sect, and Fang Qingshan, who had temporarily settled Ye Qingqing, appeared in the main hall.

Seeing that Gui Wuya was painting, he deliberately walked lightly, walked to the painting table, saluted respectfully, and said hello.

"You're back, Elder Fang?"

"A little while later, after I finish this painting!" Gui Wuya responded without raising his head.

Picking up the paintbrush dipped in ink, he first drew a circle.

After only a slight pause, he swiped vigorously under the circle, and after only three or five breaths, a hairless chicken had already appeared on the drawing paper.

"How is my painting of fire, phoenix and sunrise?" Putting down the brush, Gui Wuya looked at Fang Qingshan, he smiled and asked casually.

"Sovereign, your painting is wonderful, wonderful!"

"Look at this circle, it looks like the bright and scorching sun, it has truly drawn the essence of the sun."

"As for the fire phoenix below, it is even more lifelike, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly into the sky."

……

Fang Qingshan's flattery was like a torrential river, continuous.

Apart from the fact that he twitched the corners of his mouth when he was not paying attention while returning to Wuya, from his appearance, it seemed that this painting was extremely wonderful.

"I belonged to someone's painting and put it in the cities below. It's hard to find."

"I have always felt that my talent for drawing is better than my cultivation."

"At the beginning, if I hadn't embarked on the road of cultivation, I would definitely have become a painter. Perhaps, I have become famous all over the world now."

"You can see the essence of my painting at a glance, Elder Fang has a good eye."

After receiving a few compliments from Fang Qingshan, Gui Wuya was obviously in a good mood, he chuckled, and carefully put away the painting on the table.

After doing all this, he finally started to talk about business: "What's going on in Jinshan City?"

"With you as the leader, a group of people went over there, and when they came back, you were the only one left, and even Zheng Donglai was trapped in it?"

"I've always been very optimistic about you, but this time, you really disappointed me..."

He who was still smiling just now, now his face is as frosty. Compared with before, his expression just formed a sharp contrast.

"Sovereign, I am wronged. This time, such a result will appear, which is completely accidental."

"Hong Qingtian's sudden death made me and everyone else, in Jinshan City, blinded, without any information support at all."

"I discussed it with Elder Zheng. We originally thought that we might as well go straight to the City Lord's Mansion without doing anything."

"But who knows, Duan Changkong, the Supreme Elder of Wan Jianzong, will happen to be inside..."

With a bitter face, Fang Qingshan sighed, and roughly reported what happened in Jinshan City to Gui Wuya.

This time, the Bloodthirsty Sect suffered heavy losses in Jinshan City, which is true, but it was not a crime of war.

Not to mention Fang Qingshan, even if it was anyone in the sect, in such a situation, the result would definitely not be any better than him!

"Duan Changkong, why is he in Jinshan City?"

"You mean, there was a mysterious person who cut Duan Changkong into serious injuries with one blow, and that's why you escaped unharmed and survived?"

"In addition, that mysterious person recommended an old woman to join our Bloodthirsty Sect?" Gui Wuya confirmed with a strange face.

Listening to Fang Qingshan talking about Jinshan City, he seemed to be listening to the Arabian Nights.

He stared at Fang Qingshan for a long time.

It's a pity that he couldn't tell that Fang Qingshan's face showed any trace of forgery.

"Yes, suzerain, the fact is like this."

"In front of that mysterious person, I made a promise that I would accept that old lady as my personal disciple."

"I have to ask you for instructions on this matter."

Frowning, Fang Qingshan spoke again.

If there are other options, he is actually really unwilling to accept this apprentice.

But when he thought about the words that Chen Hai threatened him, it seemed that he would not accept this apprentice.

After all, he didn't want to die, and it didn't seem worthwhile to put himself in danger for such a thing.

"The matter of accepting apprentices, as long as you are willing, there is definitely no reason not to agree on the Zongmen side."

"Although the apprentice you want to accept is a bit older, she has the talent for cultivation after all, and she can practice our bloodthirsty sect's exercises."

"Behind her, if there is really such a strong person supporting her, you accept him as a disciple. For the sect, no matter how you look at it, it will be beneficial and harmless."

Frowning, Gui Wuya thought for a while, and then he answered.

As the suzerain of the Bloodthirsty Sect, he looked at things, not at the moment, but at the gains and losses.

As for breaking the rules or something, it was nothing to him at all.

"Okay, since you have said so, suzerain, let Ye Qingqing worship under me."

"Over the Vientiane Blood Pool, I will let her in as soon as possible."

"Looking at her luck, which inheritance in the blood pool will be more suitable for her?"

Nodding his head, Fang Qingshan said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)