Zhu He

When Yu Miao opened his eyes the next day, he was the only one on the bed, and the seat beside him was empty.If it wasn't for him not being in the cave worth [-] spirit stones, Yu Miao would have thought that everything last night was just a dream.

The door master actually appeared?And saved yourself?Then the two of them fell asleep together as before, as if Yu Miao was still inside the Qinghe Gate... It was unbelievable.

Yu Miao was stunned for a while, then when he came back to his senses, he wondered where Murong Jiaoyang had gone, and whether what he said before going to bed would have angered the sect master?He keeps saying that he has no regrets about leaving Qinghe Gate, but in fact Yu Miao is still very afraid that Murong Jiaoyang will really abandon him.

Getting out of bed anxiously, Yu Miao came to the corner by the door, and saw the dead dog wrapped in clothes still lying there alone, the body was stiff.

Yu Miao squatted down sadly, inexplicably feeling that he was as small and fragile as this dog, no, maybe he is not as useful as this dog, at least the other party can sacrifice his life for the savior in a crisis, and he has always had only With the role of the sect master taking care of him everywhere, it is rare that he wants to do something for him and encounters setbacks everywhere, and in the end he still relies on the sect master to rescue him.

It's really useless...

Yu Miao sighed softly, picked up the dog and wanted to go out to deal with it, but his fingertips touched something cold.

Last night, it was too dark and too anxious to pay attention to anything. At this moment, I lowered my head and found that there was a thin hemp rope tied around the puppy's neck, and a small copper-colored little dog was hanging from the hemp rope. fall.The rope is very tattered, but this little pendant looks very delicate, it is not an ordinary bell, it looks like a small incense burner a little bigger than a fingernail.

Thinking that the beggar was also sincere to the puppy, and he was dressed in rags, so he was willing to wear such a decent thing for the dog.

Yu Miao fiddled with it for a while, then sighed again, and finally wrapped the puppy in his clothes again, and walked out in a low voice...

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On the other side, on the height of the third floor of the inn, Murong Jiaoyang was standing in the sky, silently looking down at this boundary.

The people living here are all demon cultivators and demon cultivators, so the aura is naturally complicated and dark, but Murong Jiaoyang has also noticed another aura that is slightly different, although it is very faint, it is faintly floating around the inn, and its identity cannot be discerned , but he realized it as soon as he arrived at the inn yesterday.

It seems to be a master.

Murong Jiaoyang pondered the other party's whereabouts, his eyes wandered around outside the guest room on the second floor, and finally settled on a window in the corner, a figure could be seen walking inside behind the window paper.Murong Jiaoyang stared there for a moment, then turned his gaze and landed on a narrow path in the courtyard... At the end of the path, an old man with white hair, white beard and white robe was slowly walking towards this place with his sleeves waving.

His steps were weak and slow, sluggish, he seemed to be staggering like an old man, but after walking a few steps, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the direction where Murong Jiaoyang was flying, and then grinned leisurely .Most of his facial features were concealed by the white eyebrows and white beard, and only those eyes were shining brightly in the sunlight.

Meeting his eyes suddenly, Murong Jiaoyang frowned.

He cast an invisibility spell, although it was only the most obvious one, but ordinary people should not easily detect the movements of the master of the Qinghe Gate.

Staring at the old man who had bowed his head and walked away again, as if nothing had changed, Murong Jiaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before he could think too much, a thin and small figure appeared under the courtyard wall.When Murong Jiaoyang saw it, his feet landed in front of him.

"Where have you been?"

Yu Miao was startled when he heard the question, and came back to his senses: "I, I'm going to bury that puppy last night..." After saying that, he looked at Murong Jiaoyang helplessly. I really thought that the sect master had already abandoned himself and left.

Murong Jiaoyang only snorted coldly, turned around and took two steps, then turned around and shouted: "What are you still doing?"

Yu Miao: "?"

Until he was led to the Prison Wind Forest, Yu Miao still couldn't figure it out, since he decided to travel alone for treasure hunting this time since he left the house, why he still couldn't get away from the sect master's side after going around for a while?

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Prison Fenglin, which was considered quiet in the past, is now full of bustling crowds of all kinds because of the magic weapon conference held every ten years, and it is extremely lively.After Murong Jiaoyang left the inn, he put on a gauze hat to cover his face, and performed some illusions, so that he was not so dazzling in the crowd.

Seeing this scene, Yu Miao immediately gave up the wild thoughts that had been lingering in his heart all morning, and happily dragged the door master to swim among them, gearing up to collect some valuable treasures and bring them back to the door.

Unexpectedly, after walking for a while, the smile on his face gradually weakened.

Why……

"Why is this place different from what you thought?" Murong Jiaoyang asked what was in his heart right now.

The Magic Artifact Conference in front of him was lively and lively, but in Yu Miao's eyes, it seemed a little... chaotic.There are a lot of small stalls, and there are also a lot of items sold on the stalls. According to Yu Miao's experience in Qinghemen these years, the so-called treasures sold on these stalls are far from being good ones, and some are even fake at first glance. It can be discerned that the falsification is very crude.And most of the cultivators who shuttled inside were indifferent, they only looked around secretly with a pair of bright eyes, as if they were looking for something seriously or calculating on their own, occasionally stopping to chat with the stall owner in a low voice while avoiding people, It seemed that the atmosphere was even more obscure and mysterious.

Not to mention the magic weapon, I'm afraid I can't even find a piece of leftover material that looks good.

Murong Jiaoyang, who had grasped Yu Miao's thoughts clearly, sneered and said, "You should think about how many monks there are in this world, and how many of them can get a handy weapon? Ten years after ten years, how can there be so many treasures in this world?" In this world, what people want?" In the realm of comprehension, there have always been too many monks and too little food.

The words are reasonable, and Yu Miao will also feel sorry for himself, secretly complaining why he can think of everything so easily, and never can do anything, but let him just give up and go back to work for nothing, Yu Miao really Is not reconciled.For a moment, Xiao Lingxiu's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist, entangled and depressed, and often returned.

Murong Jiaoyang is not in a hurry to pull people back at this time, since they are all here, let him see clearly, so as to save this idiot from getting into trouble again after a while.

The two continued to walk inside, and after turning around for a long time, the corners of Yu Miao's eyes and head almost reached his chest, the more hopeless Yu Miao was about to take the initiative to call the door master to stop wasting time with him Suddenly, the door owner stopped in front of a booth.

Yu Miao poked his head and found that the stall was extremely lively, with several floors of people standing in front of it.

The stall owner held a tortoise shell bigger than the palm of his hand and said happily that his treasure was the tortoise shell of the mysterious flame turtle in the yellow reed sea of ​​fire. There were rumors that this beast belonged to a mythical beast outside the Three Realms. All the scales and armor can gain insight into the past and present life of heaven, destiny, past and present, and can glimpse the past and the future, including immortals, ghosts and human souls.

The bragging words naturally made the monks on both sides laugh.

"Then isn't your thing more powerful than Tianxiang Lake in Tianshi Building?"

"Stand owner, have you tested yourself? Will you be selling turtle shells in your next life?"

"Blowing so hard, do you dare to give it a try?"

Facing the ridiculed laughter from all directions, the stall owner was not only unfazed, but patted his chest confidently and said: "Try it!"

After finishing speaking, he set up a huge joss stick on the table, asked several people around to write their birthdays on several pieces of paper, and carved them on the tortoise shell one by one with a knife. Burn the tortoise shell on a candle, and when fine lines appear on the surface of the shell, the stall owner talks about the direction of the crack, talking about the fate of the person who was born on the shell, what way he cultivated, his temperament how.

Yu Miao found that several monks who had been named opened their eyes wide in surprise, as if they were hitting the nail on the head, he couldn't help whispering to Murong Jiaoyang: "Master, look at their appearance, the stall owner seems to be right Quite accurate, could it be that the tortoise shell is really a fetish?"

Others seemed to be skeptical. It stands to reason that the shells of ordinary fortune-telling would probably fall apart after being touched by sparks, but this shell recovered immediately after being removed from the flames. There was not even a single engraved crack left, and it could still be measured. It is indeed miraculous to predict the next one.If it weren't for the stall owner's last words, I'm afraid everyone would have thought that after so many years, this Magic Artifact Conference ushered in another artifact that made everyone ignorant.

What did the vendor say?

The stall owner insisted that he was neither a demon nor a monk, pointing to the fate of the last person on the turtle shell.

Others asked him what is this?

The stall owner actually said that this is the fate of a god!

Everyone was stunned, and after a while, they burst into laughter.

Someone asked loudly to someone in the crowd: "Old man, this seller said you are a god, are you here to experience calamity?"

The one who answered him was an old man with white eyebrows, white beard and white hair. It was the one Yu Miao and Murong Jiaoyang had met in the inn before. I wanted to go down to earth to do things in secret, but you all saw it, it seems that the old man can only return to the heaven as soon as possible."

This gibberish made the laughter all around intensified, and the stall owner's face was swollen with liver-colored laughter.

"I, I'm not talking nonsense. Look at the cracks on the tortoise's shell. They are vertical and horizontal, endlessly curling, with purple in the blue. This is by no means the fate of people in the Three Realms. The flame tortoise can't be wrong..."

But no matter how the stall owner distinguished, everyone just listened to a joke.

"Catch an old man and say he is a god. Even if he hides his cultivation, I can still detect that he is a demon cultivator, or an old demon cultivator with low morals. Where is the god? I am more credible than him. "

"I was almost cheated by this seller, but in the end I still sold a fake product, bah! It's gone..."

Yu Miao also looked disappointed and regretful. He looked at the stall owner who was jumping in a hurry, and then went to Murong Jiaoyang, but he saw the latter looking at the old man with the white beard with a deep expression, and he could feel Murong through the gauze hat. The coercion slowly radiated from the scorching sun.

And the old man was also looking at them, still with those crooked eyes, he looked at Murong Jiaoyang, then turned to Yu Miao, blinked one eye with a smile.In an instant, Yu Miao was stunned by the flowing light in his eyes.

Yu Miao involuntarily took two steps towards the old man.

Why does this person make him feel, feel so...

Just as the gurgling feeling was about to be blurted out, it was suddenly interrupted by a low-pitched bell.

dang dang dang...

It caused a commotion in the forest.

"Is this a show?!"

"Someone actually staged a challenge this year? Hurry up, go and see..."

Surprised, sighed, excited murmurs and conversation suddenly broke out, and the people who were strolling around all rushed towards the same place like a school of fish going back.

"What happened?" Yu Miao came back to his senses and asked Murong Jiaoyang nervously.

Murong Jiaoyang looked at the old man with white beard walking towards the place where the bell was ringing, and said slowly: "It's the ringleader."

For so many years, no matter whether the treasures sold at this Magic Artifact Conference are real or fake, good or bad, as long as someone is interested in them at the same time, there will inevitably be some competition, but not everyone is evil and crooked, everyone loves it Even for those who use low-level means, there is naturally an upright way for those upright people, and that is "the boss beats".

As the name suggests, this is a ring. During the ring, anyone can go up to challenge. Whoever wins the leader can take away the treasure he likes, and the loser can't make any more entanglements.

But with so many pairs of eyes watching, the people in the arena can't use any tricks, they have to rely on real skills. As long as there are people competing for and challenging for what you fancy, you won't be able to get off. Said that one will be taken advantage of by being unaware. If it is not for those with superior strength, almost no one will choose this thankless method.

Except for Murong Jiaoyang back then, who used this method to take away the sky and the sky, the bell of the leader's beating has never rang again, until today...

Everyone sighed, not knowing whether it was an overconfident fool or a master with boundless knowledge knocking on the ring, and they didn't know what kind of shocking baby appeared, it was worth paying such a price? !

Murong Jiaoyang rolled Yu Miao's slender waist lightly, and the two of them had already swept a large crowd to the leader's ring.

On the high platform, at this moment, there is already one person standing.

The man was wearing a black cloak, his head and face were completely hidden in the dark, making it difficult for people to see his eyebrows, his breath and his attributes. He must have used the same method of concealing his cultivation as Murong Jiaoyang and others.

Murong Jiaoyang's inquiring eyes fell from the old man with white beard on the opposite side of the ring to the man in black robe, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Under the arena, there is a tree stump five or six people thick, on which a blue long sword is inserted firmly. Know extraordinary products.

Before, Murong Jiaoyang had said to Yu Miao that there was nothing worth exploring here, who would have thought that a once-in-a-lifetime item would appear immediately, no wonder they all drew away the boss.

Yu Miao also shouted belatedly: "This... is really a good sword!"

Seeing that many people came, an unremarkable monk loudly talked about the origin of this sword under the ring. He picked up this sword at a seaside some time ago. He thought he had found a peerless treasure. Unexpectedly, after searching, he found that the sword had already recognized its owner, and he couldn't use it himself, so he came to the Magic Artifact Conference to reluctantly part with it. At first, he offered [-] spirit stones, but the black-robed buyer on the stage couldn't take it out for a while. There are so many, he would rather open the leader's fight to snatch it than hand it over to others at will, so if he can win all the monks who came to challenge, the sword will be his, and how to make the sword recognize the master seller again is out of his control.

As soon as the seller finished saying this, many people in the audience were blindsided. Although they are magic weapons that recognize the owner, the old owner is more hopeful than going to the vast world to find another artifact. They are not here. Is it for this reason? Anyone with a little insight doesn't want to give up such a good opportunity.

Soon someone jumped onto the stage and started to attack the monk.

Most of the people present were old Jianghu, and they could all see that the black-robed man was not easy to mess with. While coveting the treasure, he was also prepared for a hard fight, but he didn't want the result to be that he was caught by a group of people before he could stand firm on the stage. Juli was so shaken that he flew away!A few of them flew so fast that they could not be seen, and when they looked at the black-robed man on the stage who seemed to have not even moved a corner of his clothes, everyone was shocked!

Only the head of the Murong sect stared quietly at the other party on the stage with a pair of eyes under the gauze hat, his expression was difficult to distinguish.

Afterwards, unbelieving monks came forward one after another, and as the sun slowly sank to the west, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected red on the branches and leaves of the prison wind forest, as well as on the miserable losers lying on the ground.

The black-robed man on the stage slowly glanced around the field, seeing that no one came to fight for a long time, he tiptoed, lifted the Phoenix Immortal Sword in the air, turned around and drove away, leaving behind a group of people who watched him go away.

Yu Miao raised his head blankly, and just when he was about to exclaim, "This Magic Artifact Conference is not in vain", his wrist tightened suddenly, and he was grabbed by Murong Jiaoyang beside him and flew up, chasing after the black-robed man. past.

The strong wind made Yu Miao dizzy, and also filled his mouth with questions.

With the cultivation base of the man in black, he naturally found them following behind him very quickly, and the man in black did not dodge. On the contrary, his steps became slower and slower, and finally he simply floated down on a mountain along the way.

Murong Jiaoyang jumped down with Yu Miao, landed lightly, and faced the black-robed man silently a few steps away.

After a while, Murong Jiaoyang raised his hand to take off the gauze cap on his head, and there was a trace of tenderness on his normally cold face, and he nodded to the man in black: "...It's really you."

The black-robed man also looked over, and what surprised Yu Miao even more was that his tall and straight figure was slightly attached to Murong Jiaoyang, and he said respectfully in a slightly hoarse voice, "I have seen the sect master."

It's just that the ceremony was only halfway done before being stopped by Murong Jiaoyang, who was walking forward quickly. Although he was prepared in his heart, knowing that the other party's life was not good these years, when he met this face again, seeing the other party's expression remained the same, But all the black hair had turned into snow white, and Murong Jiaoyang's eyes couldn't help flashing a look of pain.

The head of Murong sect opened and closed his lips, and after a moment he called tremblingly: "Long time no see... Elder Qiu."