Cultivation card draw NPC

It was dawn, and before Jiang Qinfeng opened his eyes, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew the thin quilt off his body to the ground. It was chilly, and he opened his eyes in a daze, just in time to meet Gongsun Ying's cold eyes, and his head instantly wide awake.

"I'm waiting for you, don't hurry up."

After leaving this sentence, Gongsun Ying floated away again.

Jiang Qinfeng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a ghost that just appeared.

"Piao Tian Tian, ​​just call Gongsun Piao."

Yesterday, Gongsun Ying discussed with him that apart from Jiang Youlin, Jiang Qinfeng also went to Xiangmu Village to experience life. After all, staying in the City Lord's Mansion all the time is not beneficial to his practice.

It's really strange, he remembered that it was still early before the agreed time, and it was impossible for him to oversleep on such an important matter.

Jiang Qinfeng dressed and washed like a whirlwind, put on white brocade socks, stepped on the ground with one foot and kicked on his boots, in such a hurry that he almost fell and stumbled out of the room.

"Sorry sorry, am I late?"

He hurried to the dining hall, but none of the monks were there, only the maids of Jiang's mansion were laying out the meals and cast curious eyes on him.

After several minutes, Ji Yanghui finally came, and when he saw Jiang Qinfeng who was waiting, he smiled knowingly.

"Master has always been like this. What he said early is very early, and what he said late is sooner. He said extremely late is just in the right range. You have to get used to it from now on."

Jiang Youlin was the second to arrive. Seeing Jiang Qin sitting there in a vigorous manner, he wanted to go over and sit next to him, but Ji Yanghui inadvertently separated him.

"Young Master Jiang, you don't want to make Master angry early in the morning, do you?"

Jiang Youlin nodded, and sat a little further away in a good-tempered manner. Today, he is sensible, not wearing white clothes, and has changed back to the bamboo green color he used to be.His face was as usual, but it always made people feel a little lonely.

Jiang Qinfeng learned to be smart, took out a small red paper crane from his robe, put it in his palm, and blew it, the paper crane flapped its wings lightly, flew around Jiang Youlin a few times, and finally landed in front of him.

Jiang Youlin looked up at him, his eyes were shining brightly like stars.

Several monks came to eat one after another. Almost all of these monks came from different places and had different tastes. Therefore, the small kitchen in Tangli Bieyuan also put their best efforts to satisfy the immortals.

Jiang Qinfeng ordered a hot wonton to eat. This small wonton skin is thin and fragrant, and the soup is wrapped in a transparent luster. The shrimp and seasonal vegetables inside are refreshing. Drinking a sip of hot soup, it is so warm stomach.

He went to see Jiang Youlin, and found that he was also sipping wontons.

If Jiang Qinfeng remembers correctly, Jiang Youlin has always been on par with Gongsun Ying, and has always eaten plain porridge.

"Have you eaten? Let's go after eating."

Gongsun Ying appeared at the door again, fully dressed and tidied up.If it wasn't for his calm face like water, Jiang Qinfeng would have thought that the child in front of him was going out for a spring outing, so he couldn't wait.

Most of the disciples in the Shangqing Realm are sword cultivators. When they build a foundation in the Tianshimen, they all have to learn how to fly with a sword.

"Jiayang Sword, Qi!"

Ji Yanghui chanted the formula, and the long sword flew out from behind in response to the call, and quickly grew in size in front of them, enough to carry the eight of them flying.

It was Jiang Qinfeng's first time flying with a sword, and he was inevitably excited. He grabbed Gongsun Ying's clothes, endured the fear of excitement, and looked down curiously.

It's all clouds.

Oh, and trees.

Seeing his disappointed look, Jiang Youlin couldn't help laughing out loud, and quickly covered his mouth for fear of being discovered by Gongsun Ying, but the smile on the corners of his brows and eyes couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"Ginger didn't get dizzy when he took the flying sword for the first time? I really vomited out my intestines back then. Good guy, it means that you are suitable for learning this. Then try to participate in the Yujian Flying Contest hosted by Tianshimen. If there is a first prize Ten thousand spirit stones!"

Xu Xingxing was still a little dizzy with the sword, and his expression was forced. Li Qing behind him didn't seem to be used to riding the flying sword either.

Gongsun Ying frowned: "What did you call him? Say it again."

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, Uncle Jiang, Xiaosheng is very polite." After he finished speaking, he saluted Jiang Qinfeng, winked, and ruined his good looks.

Xu Xingxing likes to write, and his Fengyue novels are well-known in the cultivation world. I don't know how the admirers of the pure fairy feel when they see this scene.

"Master, there seems to be someone down there... No, it looks like a cultivator in the Lingbao Realm."

Ji Yanghui cast a spell and sank, and the group landed in the woods not far from Xiangmu Village.

"Golden robes, silver flower crowns, and copper belts, they are indeed monks in the Lingbao Realm." Gongsun Ying said.

Jiang Qinfeng glanced roughly, the middle-aged man was lying on the ground with a hole the size of a bowl in his chest, his blood had dried up and turned black, and he had been dead for a long time.The strangest thing is that he opened his eyes with a weird smile on his mouth.

"There are lush trees nearby, and it stands to reason that there are many wild animals. The corpse should not be so complete. Is there something wrong with it?" Jiang Qinfeng asked.

"Uncle Master is so smart. He was poisoned. You see, where the blood flowed, the flowers and plants are all withered. But none of us are good at medicine and poison, and we don't know what we are famous for."

"A monk in the bigu period does not have a golden elixir, and if he is gone, he is really gone," Gongsun Ying watched quietly for a while, then turned and told Ji Yanghui, "Put his body away. Something strange happened, and we need to investigate carefully."

Ji Yanghui took out the Qiankun bag, sucked the corpse into it, and found that Jiang Qinfeng was looking at him curiously.

"It's just a small gadget for storage, do you want it?"

Jiang Qinfeng shook his head: "I'll just take a look."

Ji Yanghui rummaged through the bag, took out a small object and handed it to him.

"The mustard ring is only about the size of ten dendrobiums. It's not bad to hold some small things. I don't need it anyway."

The voice of the system really sounded: "Congratulations to the master for successfully receiving the equipment card [Ten Dendrobium Beads Mustard Ring]! Do you want to confirm the equipment and check the detailed information?"

Jiang Qinfeng could see that Brother Ji was a local tyrant.

Since it was drawn, he couldn't refuse it, so Jiang Qinfeng thanked him and took the ring.

Storage props, just for safety, he put all the ten fire charms that Gongsun Ying gave before, and crowded them in his arms.

"It's not far from Xiangmu Village, how about we just walk there?" Xu Xingxing, who was stunned by the sword, impatiently suggested.

"Alright, let's see if there are traces of the murderer on the road." Gongsun Ying was thoughtful.

Xiangmu Village, as the name suggests, is a special product of a kind of fragrant wood, and the whole village depends on it for a living.As soon as they reached the village gate, they could faintly smell the fragrance.

"Oh, you, you are! Immortals! Immortals! Please help our village!"

The old woman at the head of the village ran up tremblingly as soon as she saw their outfits, and other villagers also stepped forward excitedly when they heard the word "immortal".

They all looked haggard, as if they had been troubled for a long time, seeing the people in Shangqingjing seemed to have seen a savior, they suddenly wanted to bow down.

"What happened? Take your time, where's the village chief?" Gongsun Ying looked around, frowned deeper, and ordered the villagers to take them to the village chief's house.

The village head is a middle-aged man, he hastily brought out good tea and snacks to treat him, but he didn't dare to get close to Gongsun Ying, and bowed deeply:

"My lord! There are demons in our village, in our village!"

The monks were all surprised: "The devil?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise in the backyard of the village chief's house. It was the sound of the violent collision of huge stones and steel.

"I'm hungry! I want to eat people!"

The boy's voice sounded sinister, it was bad enough, and he wanted to poke a hole in the sky for rain.