Drunk Immortal Gourd

Thinking of what happened in the past, Qingyang couldn't help but slow down his pace. He looked at the familiar scenery around him with a hint of kindness in his eyes. On the mountain peak not far away, I once collected a spiritual herb that was more than ten years old; on the big tree next to it, everyone spent the night under it; after turning the corner, there is a mine entrance, which is the entrance to the underground. The only way to go through the mine.

Although Qingyang is over thirty years old, he has spent most of his time practicing in seclusion within the sect. He has had little experience in the world and has not been exposed to hardships. Coupled with his two clear and smart big eyes, Qingyang looks... There is not much difference among young people in their early twenties.

Nineteen years have passed since Qingyang left Yuling City. Many children have turned into young people, young people have turned into middle-aged people, and middle-aged people have turned into old people. But just looking at Qingyang, time has changed. It didn't seem to leave many traces on him. He was more mature than before and lost his childishness, as if only three or five years had passed.

Qingyang watched as he walked, and it seemed that he had returned to the days when he followed others on adventures in Yuling Mountain. He completely forgot that he was already a late-stage Qi-refining monk who could make those people look up to him.

"Boy, stop!" Suddenly someone shouted at Qingyang.

With Qingyang's ability, he must have noticed the person coming immediately, but now that he has a high level of cultivation, there are very few monks in the entire Yuling Mountain who can threaten his safety, so he doesn't care about the ordinary low-level monks. Thinking that the other party was so bold that he allowed himself to stand still.

The two old men shouting at Qingyang were somewhat similar in appearance. They both had round faces, triangular eyebrows, mung bean eyes, garlic noses, and catfish mouths. Their faces were full of pits and numerous hemp seeds. They couldn't be more unsightly. Ugly. One of them is slightly older and has red hair, and the other is slightly younger and has blue hair.

Although the appearance of the two of them was much older than that of nineteen years ago, Qingyang recognized them at a glance. Aren't these two the two of the Seven Jue Ghosts who had robbed their team when they were in Yuling Mountain? The red-haired one is a red-haired ghost, and the blue-haired one is a blue-haired ghost, but their cultivation levels have not changed much. Nineteen years have passed, and they are still at the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm.

During this period of time, Qingyang walked all the way from Jingfeng Mountain to Yuling Mountain. Because he was in a hurry, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he restrained his aura. Although he did not specifically use the Breath Condensation Technique, he used the red-haired ghost to open the pulse state at the ninth level. There is definitely no way to see through his cultivation. Seeing that Qingyang was young and looking around nearby, the two of them, like silly boys who had just entered Yuling Mountain for training, naturally regarded him as a target to attack, so they jumped out at the same time.

I didn’t expect that after nineteen years of not seeing each other, their brothers would still be doing what they did before. What I didn’t expect was that after so many years, this Qijuegui would still be alive. He was really lucky.

When Qingyang saw the two old friends, he immediately felt like teasing him. He quietly used the Breath Condensation Technique, and inadvertently revealed his cultivation at the eighth level of the Pulse Opening Realm. At the same time, he took two steps back, with a look of fear on his face, and said : "You...what do you want to do?"

Seeing Qingyang's appearance, the red-haired ghost chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Can't you tell? Of course it was robbery."

Qingyang said in panic: "Robbery? Two fellow Taoists, I still have many relatives and friends in Yuling City. Aren't you afraid that those people will seek revenge from you?"

After listening to Qingyang's words, the red-haired ghost and the blue-haired ghost looked at each other and smiled, and said: "Hahahaha, looking at your appearance, I'm afraid you haven't heard of our Qijue ghosts, have you? I'm not afraid to tell you, our Qijue The ghost has been roaming around in Yuling Mountain for twenty or thirty years. What kind of bad things have he not done? Let alone you, who is only at the eighth level of the Pulse Opening Realm. Even now, many Qi Refining monks have been robbed by us. If you don’t have any self-protection? How can our brothers survive till now?"

"You are actually the famous Qijuegui?" Qingyang said in shock.

Seeing Qingyang's expression, the vanity of the two of them seemed to be satisfied, and they smiled and said: "You know you are afraid, right? If you are afraid, just obediently hand over all the valuable things you have. I will remember you at your young age." For the sake of such cultivation, we can spare your life. If you persist in your obsession and sacrifice your life rather than your wealth, then don’t blame us for being ruthless. "

At this point, Qingyang simply showed his cards and said: "The two fellow Taoists are really right. I am a person who would rather give up my life than my wealth. If you want something from me, just come and get it yourself."

Qingyang's reaction was beyond their expectations. The red-haired ghost found out that he had been teased, and immediately became angry and said: "Boy, since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty, then I, the Qijue Ghost, will help you, Lao Liu, Let’s do it together to avoid long nights and endless dreams.”

After the red-haired ghost finished speaking, he held a ghost-headed sword in his hand and rushed towards Qingyang. The blue-haired ghost next to him also reached out and took out a soul-eating bead and followed behind the red-haired ghost.

Seeing that the two of them had taken action, Qingyang was about to show off his true strength and deal with the two Qi Jue ghosts who made a living by robbing. Someone from behind shouted loudly: "Shuang Jue ghosts, you are really promising, and you are here again." Are you bullying a newcomer who has just entered Yuling Mountain?"

Hearing that there were other people present, both the red-haired ghost and the blue-haired ghost were startled. They quickly stopped attacking Qingyang, each stepped aside and stared in the direction of the sound. The two of them have offended many people over the years, and those who can hand over their names at once will most likely have some grudges. If the other party sneaks up on them while they are fighting, wouldn't they be attacked from both sides?

The red-haired ghost seemed to be very taboo about the so-called Shuangjue ghost. Before he could see the person coming, he said angrily: "What Shuangjue ghost? My brother has been a Qijue ghost from beginning to end."

At this time, three figures slowly walked out from the woods behind. On the left was a man in his fifties with gray hair, and on the right was a beautiful middle-aged woman in her early forties, a MILF but still charming. Cun, it seems that they are a husband and wife, and their cultivation levels are both at the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm. There is also a teenage child in the middle, whose appearance is somewhat similar to the two of them. He should be their son, but his cultivation level is lower, and he is only at the third level of the Pulse Opening Realm.

Hearing the red-haired ghost's rebuttal, the old man curled his lips and said, "In the past, the seven of you brothers could naturally be called Qi Jue Ghost, but now there are only two left. Is it wrong to call you Shuang Jue Ghost?"

As a monk, it is very common to kill or be killed, especially if you often do this kind of road robbery without capital business, it is impossible not to encounter danger early. The Qijuegui brothers also participated in the battle of Qiankudong, and they escaped in time. At least three of the Seven Brothers were killed. In the following ten years, two more died one after another, and only two of the Seven Brothers were left. .