Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

Zhan Changsheng exclaimed: "Brother!"

However, Zhan Long had already crumpled the shining silver spirit sword into a piece of scrap iron, threw it on the ground, and said coldly: "Cultivation is expensive and profound, but it should not be confusing. The choice of weapons should be consistent. If you go on and on, you will not achieve anything in the end." .”

Zhan Changsheng did not doubt that he was there, bowed his head to be taught, looked at the remaining spirit sword, and finally couldn't help explaining: "I just want to practice the spell of flying with the sword, so that I don't have to trouble my brother every time."

Zhan Long said, "I'm not afraid of trouble."

Zhan Changsheng thought, when are you not afraid of trouble?Even it took two extra days to release the Golden Feather Diao Yuanshen, which was troublesome.

He had no choice but to persuade him again, "If you don't even know how to fly in the sky, it's a waste of self-cultivation. If in the future..."

Zhan Long said: "You don't have to use weapons to fly in the sky. Take the copper slips."

Zhan Changsheng scanned the storage bag, and saw that the second of the three things Zhan Long gave him at first was a two-finger-wide and half-foot-long paulownia letter, light brown wood grain, and warm to the touch.

Zhanlong brushed the wood grain of the letter with his fingers, and spread his palm, the letter rushed to the sky above the stone house with a whoosh, flew half a circle like a falcon, and fell into Zhan Long's hand again, Zhan Long put the wooden letter into Zhan Changsheng's hand, said in a deep voice : "Wait for you to build a middle-level foundation, and then practice the art of controlling the sky, don't let the seedlings grow."

Zhan Changsheng had no choice but to agree, took back the wooden slip, and simply took out the last thing, "Brother, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

The last one is a pigeon-egg-sized ball, silver in color, starting with cold metal, hollowed out on the surface, delicately carved with ingenious cloud patterns, faintly revealing a golden bell inside.With a slight shake, a crisp and colliding bell sounded.

Zhan Long took it, and poured some spiritual power into the bell, and the ball spun rapidly and vibrated endlessly, and the bells jingled in clusters, clear and pleasant to the ear, pleasing to the eye.

Zhanlong looked down for a moment, then pondered, "This thing should be taken from the Huanxi sect."

The Huanxi sect is notorious, and they are most keen on refining all kinds of utensils with strange skills and obscenity. I'm afraid this ball is not a good thing.

The ball seemed to have sensed something, suddenly there was a jerk, stretched to the heart, blushing and reaching out to grab it.

But Zhan Long had a tacit understanding and took it back into his hand.

Zhan Changsheng was afraid that he would notice the clue, so he said: "Since the purpose is unknown...it's better to throw it away."

Zhanlong just let out a "hmm", and put the ball into his arms, and made up his mind not to give it to him again.

Zhan Changsheng was helpless, but also afraid that he would be suspicious if he pursued it blindly, so he turned to the remaining storage bags.

Those storage bags were all wiped away by Zhanlong, leaving no trace of the original owner. Those with embroidered words and dark patterns were all discarded, and the other four were used to hold spirit stones, animal skins and bones, medicinal herbs, and magical clothes. .

After tidying up, there is only a rag left.

Zhan Changsheng unfolded the gray and white rag, the piece of cloth was only the size of two palms, densely covered with ink lines, either curved or straight, depicting mountains, rivers and oceans, and only on one broken corner of the rag was a circle marked with cinnabar.

The ink lines and cinnabar have all faded. I don't know how many years have passed. It should be a residual map of hidden treasures.

Zhan Changsheng couldn't hide his excitement, but Zhan Long said: "Nine out of ten treasure maps of this kind are forged, and more than half of the remaining [-]% have already been discarded. These fragments have no head or tail, so please don't take it." Expect too much."

When Zhan Changsheng was full of enthusiasm, young people who had never had dreams of adventure and treasure hunting, even Zhan Long's sarcasm could not be quenched.He cherished it very much and kept the rag properly.

Zhanlong saw that he took a piece of rag with great care, and looked thoughtful.

Cultivation really has no time, and before you know it, it is approaching the opening of Tongtianfang.

During the past few days when Zhan Changsheng was meditating, the white smoke gradually weakened and finally disappeared without a trace.

The thin thread that guides him to circulate around the sky melts in the meridian, and he will need to condense his spiritual power and break through forcibly in his future practice.

Zhan Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and then looked into Zhan Long's deep black eyes, Zhan Long said in a deep voice: "Master's spiritual sense is gone."

Zhan Changsheng replied in a low voice: "Yes."

The Immortal Dragon Slayer suffered from punishment in the Kingdom of God, and was forcibly obliterated by the God King. Only this bit of divine sense was left to Zhan Long as a comfort.Now, to help him cultivate, Zhanlong spared no effort to expend all his spiritual thoughts, and he didn't even leave a single thought behind.

Zhan Changsheng looked at Zhan Long, the spear spirit was as calm and majestic as a mountain, without any wavering, he only said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Zhan Changsheng followed his words, got up and walked to Zhan Long and stopped.

But Zhan Long just put his wrist on his wrist, and a ray of fiery spiritual power penetrated into his dantian, "It's still the second floor of the foundation building. In the future, I have to open up the meridians by myself, and the training time can be doubled."

Zhan Changsheng trusted him completely, and smiled softly: "Yes." Since the senior brother didn't say anything, he didn't ask, it was enough just to accompany him to make him happy.

On the second day, Zhan Changsheng told Wuyun to look after the house, and then set off with Zhanlong to Hanyue Peak.

Zhan Long picked him up again, and quickly walked towards the location of Hanyue Peak. After about an hour and a half, Zhan Changsheng saw a mountain peak as high as a cloud. The peak was covered with white snow. On the mountainside below the snow line.

"Here we are." Zhanlong reminded, slowed down and landed on the platform outside the city.

The platform can accommodate thousands of people, and there are monks landing one after another, but the monks either control the sword, or ride various flying magic weapons such as lotus and maple leaves, or control the flying spirit birds to land.

Only Zhan Changsheng was different, and was held in his arms by Zhan Long.

Zhanlong was tall and handsome, but he made such an intimate gesture towards him, but his expression was cold and composed, which inevitably attracted people's attention.

Zhan Changsheng's spiritual consciousness has not been released yet, but he can perceive other people's prying eyes.But he could only pretend to be calm and leave in Zhanlong's arms.

Seeing this, Zhan Long gave a cold snort, and raised his hand to press on the top of Zhan Changsheng's head. Suddenly, a tyrannical sword field fell, covering the two of them.

Those snoopers couldn't dodge in time, their spiritual consciousness was stabbed by the sword intent, and the pain was so unbearable that their faces turned pale, and they were more or less injured.Immediately know how powerful it is, and dare not spy on it at will.

Zhan Changsheng relaxed and looked up. This Tongtianfang is a huge city. The whole is made of ice and snow, crystal clear, like a fairyland.

The black-armored warriors at the gate of the city had a dull expression. They didn't ask why they came or where they came from. They only checked everyone's cultivation and charged fifty low-grade spirit stones as the entry fee for each person before letting them go.

Although Zhan Changsheng wanted to use the shape-changing technique to hide his whereabouts, it's a pity that he has a low level of cultivation. The shape-changing technique is only effective for monks below the congealing pulse.

Fortunately, there are many monks coming and going in Tongtianfang, they keep order and no one makes trouble.Zhan Changsheng gradually relaxed and looked around to appreciate.

The roads in the square are spacious, and there are many shops, welcoming and sending people, except for the difference in selling goods, there is no difference from the ordinary world.But Zhanlong was a little bit bad, the magic gun was bloodthirsty, and now surrounded by countless flesh and blood bodies full of spiritual power, he could hardly restrain his bloodthirsty impulse, he just wanted to kill all these monks.

Zhan Changsheng noticed that Zhan Long's murderous aura was rising and falling, and he was even more shocked to see that his eyes were faintly black. He was frightened for a while, only thinking that his blood crime was at this moment, so he hurriedly raised his hand to hold Zhan Long's arm, and called out in a low voice: "Brother?"

On the business road where people come and go, some keen monks have noticed something strange and looked at the two of them.

Zhan Long held Zhan Changsheng's cold palm tightly with his backhand. Under the eyes of everyone, he didn't want to be frivolous, so he just had a cold face, and secretly calculated: his current strength is about the same as that of a mortal at the middle level of Meridian Condensation. If he goes all out , even Jindan cultivators can kill a few people.

If he is besieged, he can take his junior brother and escape, but in the future this city will never come back again, I'm afraid it will disappoint his junior brother.

Zhan Changsheng saw that he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the blackness subsided a little, and there was a gloomy look between his brows, Zhan Long said: "I need to meditate, I can't accompany you anymore."

Zhan Changsheng naturally didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, senior brother is more important." So he went to find an inn with him, and asked for a room.

The guest room in this realm of comprehension is different from the mortal world. In the upper room there is both a spiritual spring and a quiet room for cultivation.Zhan Changsheng stood at the door of the quiet room, kissed Zhan Long lingeringly for a while, watched him enter the room, and said hesitantly: "Brother, why not... I stay."

Zhan Long said: "No need."

It was rare for Zhan Changsheng to recommend himself as a pillow, but Zhan Long flatly rejected him, so he was a little annoyed.

Zhan Long saw his uneasy expression, and said again: "If you rely on the divine spring for everything and extract too much, it may only damage your foundation."

Zhan Changsheng just came back to his senses, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and hurriedly exited the quiet room, no longer hindering Zhanlong's meditation.

He had just left the inn, and suddenly saw a person passing by the street, he looked familiar, he was actually a steward of Shengwei Pavilion of Yongchang Chamber of Commerce.

In the past, he changed his appearance many times and went to Shengwei Pavilion to participate in the auction, so he is very familiar with this steward.I don't think this chamber of commerce can join the Tongtianfang and occupy a place, it can be regarded as... an old acquaintance in a foreign land.

Zhan Changsheng remained calm, he followed the steward from a distance, and saw him enter a teahouse.

He also followed into the room, sat down at the table next to the steward, casually ordered a pot of spiritual tea, pretended to be devoting himself to drinking tea, and just listened attentively.

The manager met with a man who looked like a businessman, and he seemed to have known each other for a long time, now that he met him in a foreign country, it was natural for him to have a chat.

It turned out that the businessman was from Dazhou, and the two of them talked to others about everything, and they didn't shy away from it. After a while, they brought up the military chaos in Changning, and they sighed again.

The steward said: "General Hu...that traitor helped the demon army capture Qiongying and Changning, and made great contributions. He has now joined the Xiangxian Palace, and it is rumored that he is the closed disciple of the palace master. He is so sincere, but he is just a stepping stone, and I don't know what it feels like to dream back at midnight."

The businessman said with a smile: "Xiangxian Shenggong is the largest sect in Huawai. It is rumored that the master of the palace is unfathomable, and he is only half a step away from cultivating into a heavenly demon. If you can be his closed disciple, what is the mere Yongchang?" . This deal is a bargain."

The steward still sighed, "Brother Liu, to tell the truth, when I was in Changning Prefecture in the past, my younger brother once received the traitor. I saw his face, the sky is round and the ground is round, his facial features are upright, and his eyes are upright. It is expected that people should not be judged by their appearance... Sigh. I have only suffered from the people of Yongchang, and now the whole country is in panic..."

Zhan Changsheng was also heartbroken, and heard the two sigh for a while, and then talked about how to move his family from Yongchang to Dazhou for refuge.He paid the bill and left the teahouse.

At this moment, the scorching sun was just right, reflecting dazzlingly on the ice sculpture wall, and the chill was biting.The shadow magic weapon in the sky flickered again and again, and landed on the platform in an endless stream.Zhan Changsheng looked at it for a while, then finally took hold of the storage bag in his arms and walked into a shop.