Don't dare to mess with [system]

Jingshitang is a fearsome existence in the Qianji Pavilion. It has always been ruthless and merciless in enforcing the rules of the pavilion. The idle disciples would not dare to provoke them. Layers of skin, good to eat for a while.

Therefore, the Jingshitang was also privately called by the disciples, the Peeling Hall, which may be exaggerated, but it also explained the position of the Jingshitang in the hearts of the disciples.

The place that everyone avoids, but today I heard someone wanting to go in. Even though the old man is well-informed, he couldn't help but be stunned. He looked Qi Yu up and down, seeing this young man with thin skin and tender flesh, without aura, He looked so weak that he must have just entered the cabinet with a stick, so he kindly persuaded him: "Boy, it is not easy to come to Jingshitang. If you have been wronged somewhere and want to seek justice, you might as well go to Jingshitang." The sub-chamber stewardship office might be more useful." As for the Jingshitang, it would be bloody, so if it wasn't a major matter, it would generally not come here, and all the sub-chamber stewards would handle it.

But Qi Yu bowed his hands respectfully, and said in a serious tone: "If there is another way, I would not dare to take this trip today, and I will ask the elders to help."

The old man already had a good impression of Qi Yu, after hearing this, he stroked his gray beard, said with a groan, "Tell me, this old man listens, if there is really a problem, maybe this old man can help you , but it’s okay, the Jingshitang doesn’t care about those trivial matters.”

Qi Yu thanked her first, and then calmly stated: "If someone mutilates a fellow sect, smashes his dantian, destroys his cultivation, and then frames others, I wonder if this is considered a big deal?"

The old man scratched his beard and thought for a while, then stood up, hugged his wine gourd, and waved to Qiyu: "Come with me."

He led Qiyu, but instead of entering through the main gate, he walked around to a small door next to him, pushed open the door, and explained: "This is the rule of the Jingshitang. If you enter through the main entrance, you have to suffer a lot of flesh and blood first." , I see that you have thin skin and tender flesh, and you don't have a trace of spiritual energy in your dantian, and you may die if you suffer a meal."

"In the past, those boys would come to the Jingshitang for such a big matter as throwing a Lingshi, but now no one dares to come." Yu entered the small gate.

After entering, there is a small courtyard. There is a big tree planted in it. The leaves are all gone, the ground is withered and yellow, the trunk is full of wrinkles, and the twigs are twisted. I don't know how many years old it is.

Sitting at the stone table under the tree were two old men who were shaking the dice. They both had gray beards and hair. One of the old men in gray clothes looked back at Qi Yu, and the other old man in ocher clothes knocked on the table impatiently, making a thumping sound. , urged: "It's your turn to shake, hurry up."

After urging him, he looked back at Qiyu again, heyed, and said cheerfully, "Old Ma, where is the little doll you brought?"

With his sleeves in his hands, Ma Lao answered with a smile: "He wants to see Chang Yan, so I'll open a convenient door for him and lead him away, but I just remembered that I had just had a drink, this...is not as good as Old Zhe You take him in?"

The old man in ocher immediately said with disgust: "I don't want to see his coffin face, you go yourself..." After saying that, he turned his head and said to the old man in gray: "Don't shake it, open it."

Ma Lao shrank his neck and said: "He said last time that I am not allowed to enter the inner hall after drinking. If I go in, I am afraid that I will be beaten out."

"Who told you to always drink and make mistakes?!" Old Zhe stared at him, raised his beard, and looked very dignified.

Ma Lao laughed, while Zhe Lao glanced at the opened gambling cup, couldn't help cursing bad luck, and said to the gray-clothed old man, "On credit first, I'll give it to you when I come back." One sentence: "Come with me."

Ma Lao immediately winked at Qi Yu, and whispered: "You just follow, Lao Zhe's words have weight, no one in the Jingshi Hall dares to refute his face, don't worry."

Qi Yu then thanked her, walked a few steps, thought for a while, then stretched out her hand and stroked her palm, the blood immediately rolled down like broken beads, and a little silvery liquid gradually condensed from the bright red wound, In the end, a small cube was formed, hollow in the middle, hollowed out on all sides, and a small round hole was carved on each side, which was exactly the size of a bean.

Qi Yu handed the cube to Elder Ma, and said: "When the elder throws beans, he will practice against this object, and over time, he will be able to hit every hit."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands at Ma Lao, turned around and left.

Ma Lao was holding the cube dumbfounded, and the gray-clothed old man under the tree slowly cleaned up the gambling cup and dice, and teased after seeing this, "It's the first time I was given something by a junior, how does it feel?"

Ma Lao watched the young man's back disappear behind the porch, he couldn't help but rubbed his beard, and said happily, "Hey, this little doll, you are really honest, I haven't met such a person for hundreds of years."

As he spoke, he turned the cube over and over for a long while, but he didn't see any tricks, so he approached the old man in gray and said with a smile: "Old Hui, you have always been very knowledgeable in refining weapons, show me Look, what kind of material is this? Why have I never seen it before."

After hearing this, Old Hui put down the dice, took it over and took a look, first let out a hush, then shut up, mobilized his spiritual power to check it carefully, and smacked his mouth, a little hesitant.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Ma couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and urged: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, what are you talking about?"

Old Hui couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, and said, "You know a fart."

"I don't understand fart."

Old Hui couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, so as not to lose the price, he stretched out a hand and gestured: "I'll trade it with you."

Ma Lao glanced at him sideways: "Five spirit stones? No—"

"Five small spirit stone mines."

Mr. Ma immediately shut up, swallowed the remaining words abruptly, and couldn't help but dig his ears: "What did you say?"

Old Hui put the thumb-sized cube on the table, stretched out his hand, and a gray-white flame sprang out from his fingertips, which looked extremely weak and trembling, as if a big gasp could destroy it.

Seeing the gray-white flame, Ma Lao's expression suddenly became serious, and he glanced at Hui Lao, wondering: "Huo Xu Huo? You actually practiced this?"

Old Hui didn't answer, just said: "Look."

As he said, with a flick of his fingertips, the gray-white flame flew up lightly and landed on the small silver cube with incomparable precision. There was only a slight click sound, like the movement of a slate shattering. Hearing that, the gray-white flame was extinguished immediately, and the silver cube was still quietly lying on the stone table, maintaining its original state, as if the flame just now was just an illusion.

Just when the breeze was coming, powder fell down, and the stone table was reduced to ashes inch by inch, piled up on the ground, revealing a little bit of silver light, it was the silver cube, unscathed.

"This..." Ma Lao took a deep breath, and widened his eyes: "Even the flammable fire of emptiness can't do anything to it? What is this?"

"I don't know," Mr. Hui replied calmly, "But it is indeed a good thing. Doesn't the point of the mother knife of your natal magic weapon lack some meaning? This is just right. Treasures of heaven and earth are always rare. Please, you are picking up a big bargain, and I don’t know where that young man got it from.”

Holding the silver cube, Mr. Ma thought and thought, even he couldn't help being a little moved by such a good thing, and finally he became ruthless and said: "If you don't get rewarded for nothing, I'd better go and return it to him. "

"Will you?" Old Hui squinted at him.

Ma Lao rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid of ignorant junior things, I'm afraid that I will have karma, if my heart is shaken, I won't be able to protect myself in my later years." Then he walked towards the back hall with his wine gourd in his arms.

Old Hui dragged his voice and said: "Hey...the five little spirit mines, if you want to change, I'll be there anytime!"

"Don't think about it!"

However, Qiyu followed Mr. Zhe into the inner hall of the Hall of Respect, and several eyes swept over him. There were three people sitting in the hall, the one on the far left was Li Yanqing, the owner of the Yage Pavilion, and the teacher of Cao Zhenxuan on the right. Zun, Elder Feng Jian of the Bing Pavilion, heard that his beloved disciple was seriously injured, so he left the customs in a hurry, and came to Jingshitang to seek justice for his disciple.

In the middle is a middle-aged man in black clothes. His face is slightly dark and his brows are extremely thick. He has an aura of calmness and prestige. When the three of them saw the old man, they all bowed their hands and saluted. Li Yanqing said with a smile: " Elder Zheyi, long time no see."

Old Zhe nodded slightly, and asked, "Is there any news from your master now?"

Li Yanqing replied with a smile: "I only brought back a sound transmission talisman in the late spring of last year."

Seeing the two exchange pleasantries, Elder Feng Jian couldn't sit still, and tried to intervene several times, but before he could speak, the middle-aged man asked, "Why is Mr. Zhe here?" He turned his gaze to Qi Yu again, Said: "This is..." He thought to himself, this young man has no aura, no matter how he looks like a new disciple who just joined the cabinet, but his age doesn't seem to fit.

Old Zhe just waved his hands and said, "Just sit down, old man. If you have something to do, just keep talking."

After hearing this, Chang Yan nodded slightly, and said, "Elder Feng Jian."

Seeing that he finally had the opportunity to speak for himself, Elder Feng Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and said with hidden anger: "Pavilion Master Li, my apprentice seriously injured my apprentice, his dantian was broken, and his cultivation was completely lost. Today, Hall Master Chang I’m here with Elder Zheyi, I’m here to ask for an explanation, I don’t know how Pavilion Master Li wants to deal with this matter?”

Faced with this tough tone, Li Yanqing just replied calmly: "Elder Feng Jian, if this matter is really done by a bad guy, there is no need for the elders to talk too much, I will smash his dantian, abolish his cultivation, and give Bingge an explanation." .”

Hearing this, Elder Feng Jian snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and said, "At that time, there were hundreds of disciples in Qianji Square, and Elder Wan Jun who presided over the competition was also there. How could it be fake what they saw with their own eyes?"

Li Yanqing said calmly, "Where is Elder Wanjun now?"

"He—" Elder Feng Jian was startled, Elder Wan Jun?Elder Wan Jun seems to be in the Bing Pavilion...to treat Cao Zhenxuan's wounds?