Fire and theft prevention

Mu Qingjia took out the soul-returning wood from the stored spirit jade. After losing his soul attachment, the soul-returning wood turned back into an unremarkable branch.

The soul-returning wood is indestructible, except for Huo Wei's dark flame, nothing in the world can harm it.

The so-called "sculpture" is nothing more than the sculptor mentally tracing the figure and character of the other person in every detail, and using his consciousness as an axe, to carve it into the appearance of others.

During this period, the soul-returning wood just changes its appearance and will not suffer any damage. After the soul leaves, it will return to its original shape.

And Mu Qingjia said just now that the runes that give birth to reinforcements should be used on the soul-returning wood.

"What do you want to do?" Huo Wei was puzzled.

"We need to do some tricks on it." Mu Qingjia smiled slyly, "Then 'dedicate' it to Bu Chengbi."

Huo Wei frowned and said: "This person is cautious and cautious, it is impossible to rashly use things that have been tampered with."

"Yeah, in terms of talisman, I'm still far behind Grandmaster Bu Da, he must be able to understand the spawning rune." Mu Qingjia said, "So far, this kind of rune can be used on any dead creature. It is beneficial and harmless.”

Huo Wei frowned silently.

Mu Qingjia threw the soul-returning wood casually, and said: "Of course, even so, he won't be completely at ease. So we have to pretend to be very-very-reluctant, and struggle with all our strength to let him Take things away."

With a "snap", the soul-returning wood fell back into his hand.Mu Qingjia raised a smile: "A Wei, play a play with me."

During this period of time, there were too many sad expressions on his face. Huo Wei hadn't seen such a confident smile on his senior brother for a long time, and he couldn't help being moved.

Even if he still doesn't understand, since the birth talisman is completely beneficial and harmless, why the senior brother can be sure that it can help them fight against Bu Chengbi.

But since Mu Qingjia has already made this decision, then he doesn't need to worry any more, just trust him, and then just do it.

Within half a month, they studied the runes on the sword, discussed the next plan, and occasionally, when Mu Qingjia half pushed and half agreed, they kissed each other deeply and relieved each other.

Such a leisurely and peaceful life reminded them of the time when the mountains were full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the time when they studied runes and swordsmanship under the trees.

After careful calculation, the day they arrived at Gaotu Mountain was the time when the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, and the Immortal League Grand Competition would be held at that time.

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On Gaotu Mountain in early autumn, fine gold and silver flowers cover the mountain forest.

The rich fragrance of flowers is everywhere. The sword cultivators who have lived in Gaotu Mountain for a long time have long been accustomed to it, but the guests who come and go take it as a miracle.

Gaotu Mountain, which has always been peaceful, is also bustling with the gathering of thousands of people to cultivate immortals.

The morning bell rang nine rounds, headed by the head disciple of the Lingao Sect, a hundred young sword cultivator disciples showed their sword dance.

Regardless of whether their praise was sincere or not, everyone present was clearly aware that a sect of sword cultivators had risen.

They can no longer despise this fairy mountain and the young female cultivator as they did after the fall of the sword fairy.

After Shui Jingzhe led a group of disciples to offer sacrifices to the Sword Immortal and to comfort the monks who died in the Immortal Demon Tribulation, they announced the official start of the Immortal League Competition.

But at this time, colorful auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, and countless giant luan birds came in the haze, and a beautiful female cultivator sat on the back of each luan bird.

"It's the Floating Jade Pavilion!" All the monks were astonished, "They have never participated in the Xianmeng Grand Competition, why did they come here suddenly this time?"

"Wait, the leader is the disciple of the Master of Waterside Pavilion?"

"No, I've never seen this disciple before. The aura is very strong, and it feels similar to the head of water..."

Bu Chengbi, who was sitting on the honored seat, paused slightly, and immediately got up to greet him with a warm smile.

"Master." He said, "What wind brought you here?"

The person at the head is not some disciple, but the master of the water pavilion—Shiling himself.

She sits in Fuyu Mountain and has been staying at home for more than a hundred years. The rest of the monks were shocked when they learned of her identity.

There are also more sensitive monks who are faintly aware that this autumn day may be about to change.

"This deity is here to announce an important news." She stared straight at Bu Chengbi, caught a trace of killing intent in his eyes, and then smiled and said, "It's about Xuanzong's sacred tree."

The disciple beside her took out the scroll and read aloud: "One month ago, Huo Wei took the Shenmu and fled to the Demon Realm, clashed with the Demon Cultivator, died in the thunder, and the Shenmu was also destroyed."

When everyone sighed at the destruction of Xuanzong's treasure, she continued: "But the believer accidentally found another piece of sacred tree. Because of his resurrection, His Holiness Haoyan suspected that he had a dispute with Huo Wei, and his soul dissipated."

She glanced around coldly and said, "The Shenmu still exists."

All of a sudden congratulations to Xuanzong, praising Huo Wei that the traitor died well, only some old people who have experienced the catastrophe of the fairy and demons remembered the glory of the Butterfly Sword, felt sad, and felt that he died together with the enemy Venerable Haoyan. A well-deserved death.

Bu Chengbi was still calm, and asked, "Where is the Shenmu now?"

"The believer saw that it was a blind monk who took away the sacred tree." Shi Ling said, "According to the information from the Fuyu Waterside Pavilion, that person is 'Yanshi'."

Hearing this, Shui Jingzhe's pale face eased.

Everyone realized that they really hadn't seen that mysterious Yanshi for a long time, and it turned out that he followed him to the Demon Realm.All the details are consistent with the news given by Fuyu Shuixie.

"It's related to our sect's Chongbao. Honorable Lord has great kindness and great virtue, and there is no way to repay it." Bu Chengbi bowed and said, "I don't know if there is any news about 'Yanshi', Honorable Lord?"

Before Shi Ling could speak, a piercing voice sounded from above.

"Are you looking for me?" The white-clothed immortal Xiu looked down at the thousands of monks in Gaotu Mountain in the air, as if looking down on all living beings.

He closed his eyes, propped half of his face, and kept throwing and catching them in his hands.

"You looking for this?"

The speaker was none other than Yanshi played by Mu Qingjia, and the object in his hand was the soul-returning wood that the Three Realms flocked to.

For a moment, everyone's eyes followed the movements of his hands, fearing that he would ruin the Shenmu, and hoping that he would get a share of the pie when he threw the Shenmu.

"Yanshi." Bu Chengbi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile still on his face, "Little friend is kind-hearted, and I am very grateful for finding the treasure of my Zongzhen mountain. Can I return it to the original owner now?"

He strengthened the words "return to the original owner", and Yanshi smiled "puchi" as if he heard some joke. Because of this smile, his originally normal face suddenly became much more dazzling.

"Bu Zongzhu misunderstood." He jokingly said, "You should be responsible for what you lost. Why should I give it to you when I picked it up? It is my duty to give it to you, and it is my duty to keep it for myself." He smiled, "I There is no relationship with Bu Sect Master."

Bu Chengbi's eyes became dangerous.A disciple of Xuanzong beside him had long been displeased with Yanshi, and shouted: "You are disrespectful! Do you think that other than the suzerain, who else is eligible to obtain such a sacred object as the soul-returning wood? Who can have it?" Strength preservation!?"

What he said was true, except for Bu Chengbi, no matter who got the soul-returning wood, everyone present would definitely not be able to convince the crowd and become the target of public criticism.

"I still have this self-knowledge." Yan Shi said, "The gods and physics should be obtained by those with high talents. This soul-returning wood will be the spoils of this immortal alliance competition."

With a clasp of his hands, the piece of soul-returning wood fell to the center of the stage.Immediately afterwards, the giant wood pushed open the stone foundation, and climbed upwards with intertwined roots, fixing Fan Humu in the sky.

"May you all go all out and strive for victory." He smiled maliciously, "I must be the suzerain, and I would also like to see the scene of high fighting spirit and talented people in the fairy world."

The young monks in the audience couldn't hold back when they heard this, and they were gearing up for it. Although they knew that they couldn't get the sacred tree, they were captured by greed, and they were lucky.

Bu Chengbi stared at him, and then smiled: "Little friend, this is embarrassing the deity. Forget it." He untied the crane-patterned robe, "It is about the treasure of the Zhenzong, and the deity will personally participate in this immortal alliance competition. "

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd exploded into discussions, all of them were surprised by the decision Bu Chengbi had just made.

It stands to reason that the Immortal Alliance Grand Competition is an event held for young immortals. Sect Master Shui and Bu Chen are still young, so they can participate. Unexpectedly, Bu Chengbi, who has been at the top of the mystery list for many years, will also end in person.

However, Dabi did not have explicit regulations, so although everyone felt unhappy, they couldn't really say anything.

It seems that Bu Chengbi is not at ease that Bu Chen can win the leader, and he is bound to win the soul-returning wood this time.

Yan Shi seemed not expecting him to be so shameless, his expression was stiff, and he said sarcastically, "I didn't expect Bu Zongzhu to be a dying candle, but he still has a young heart."

The more annoyed and angry he was, the more complacent Bu Chengbi felt in his heart, and he said calmly: "There is a saying in the world that 'the old man is standing down'. If the sacred tree does not return to the clan, this deity dare not obey the old."

Yanshi snorted coldly, and sat down on the disciples' bench next to Shui Jingzhe, his face was full of displeasure that his plan had failed.

Shui Jingzhe gave some instructions to his disciples, and a disciple brought a wine cup to Yanshi's side.

This is testing his true identity with alcohol.

Yan Shi drank the wine, met Shang Shui's Jing Zhe's gaze, and said, "Good wine. Made with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers from years ago?"

When Shui Jingzhe saw that he had given the secret sign, he was overjoyed, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months, your excellency is good at cultivation, congratulations."

Yanshi raised his glass and made a toast in the air to show his response.

"I don't know if your trip to the Demon Realm went well or not?" Shui Jingzhe then asked, "The Demon Realm is dangerous, but is your body safe?"

"Everything is fine." Yanshi said succinctly.

Shui Jingzhe was completely relieved and nodded slightly.

Bu Chengbi looked at them with a smile and said, "Chen'er. Shui Jingzhe had a great time chatting with others, but he didn't even look at you."

Bu Chen, who knew Yanshi's identity well, couldn't bear jealousy at all, so he could only say: "Disciple understands. But after all, disciple and Master Shui will meet each other..."

Bu Chengbi showed a kind smile: "Dead wood cannot be carved."

Bu Chen's face turned purple.

Not far away, Yanshi, that is, Mu Qingjia, had a panoramic view of everything, and unconsciously rubbed the wooden ring on his finger under his sleeve robe.

——Bu Chen hasn't told Bu Chengbi the truth yet.After all, he is a monk who values ​​love and righteousness, and he cannot ignore his senior sister's life.

Even though it was unethical, Mu Qingjia still praised Le Lu many times for using the order of his master to seal Buchen's mouth, which is simply a foresight.

The ring in his hand was exactly the wooden ring containing Du Yuan's remnant soul, and it was kept with him as a "hostage".With this as a guarantee, Lou Qing should obey his orders.

Everything is still going according to plan.

Due to the limited space and the large number of participants, the Dabi can only accommodate one cultivation stage and multiple competition areas per day.In other words, the first day of the Grand Competition is the main battlefield of the Foundation Establishment Period.

As the competition progressed until dusk, Shui Jingzhe announced a truce and dismissed the meeting, and the competition will continue tomorrow.

As night falls, all beasts sneak up.

A lamp like a bean, in the dim wooden house, Bu Chengbi waved away all the disciples, and meditated on the straw mat.

A long shadow crawled in through the window, and sneaked along the wall to Bu Chengbi's side.It seemed to want to say something, but it also seemed to be afraid and hesitated.

"You're late." Bu Chengbi closed his eyes and said, "Fuyu Shuixie is one step ahead of you."

"This subordinate... this subordinate has stumbled." The long shadow said.

The wind blew the lights, illuminating its oily fur and treacherous eyes at a certain moment, and the thing that talked to Bu Chengbi was a weasel.

The weasel demon who died once, a traitor under the disciple of Venerable Haoyan, appeared here again.

Bu Chengbi opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Why don't you use the sound transmission beast? If someone finds out, you will be the first to die."

"I don't want to!" The weasel demon's voice was trembling with fear, "But your lord, Nether Butterfly Sword and Du Yuan, they hurt my true essence, even if I want to drive the sound transmission beast now, I can't do it."

As if he was afraid that Bu Chengbi would not believe it, he shrank and crawled closer to Xianxiu, showing his blood-stained fur: "The little one has a heart of sincerity to the venerable, and he has personally reported the letter from thousands of miles away, but unfortunately his body does not allow it." , After all, it was a few days late."

The strong and pungent smell of demon blood came, and Bu Chengbi frowned in disgust, and said, "What do you want to tell me, tell me now."

The weasel demon hurriedly said a lot, what he said was not much different from the news about Fuyushuixie, only with some more details.

"...The man who was revived from the sacred tree was hit by a thunderstorm, and Huo Wei blocked it and died for him. The other piece was safe and sound. The little one wanted to sneak it back, but he didn't expect to be caught by that nasty Yanshi. Injured me, and snatched away the Shenmu."

Speaking of Yanshi, it began to gnash its teeth.

Bu Chengbi listened calmly, then stared at it and said, "Do you know what Yanshi's ability is?"

The yellow weasel was stunned, uncertain: "Yes, turned into a monster?"

"That's right." Bu Chengbi smiled, and his two fingers started from its head, slowly slid across the spine, and finally stopped at the cervical spine, "It's easy for him to disguise a demon cultivator like you."

He almost whispered in the weasel demon's ear: "Perhaps, he changed you into who you are now."