Chapter 68 Departure, Encountered Robbery
It was night,
Xie Linghua brought Qi Ting and Bai Yining into Wei Zhong's room, and brought news that did not surprise Wei Zhong.
"I have family ties, I hope you will forgive me for not being able to accompany me..."
Wei Zhong expressed his understanding. After the four of them spent a wonderful night together, Wei Zhong He left a sum of spiritual stones for the two girls as a thank you gift for accompanying Wei Zhong for so many years.
There were not many spirit stones, but they were more than enough for the two of them to practice to the ninth level of Qi refining.
One day, the caravan arrived. Wei Zhong said goodbye to three friends and took Xie Linghua alone to the Yunji Chamber of Commerce.
... When I arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, I met the leader of the caravan. His name was Sikong Changming, and he was in the middle stage of pill formation. Wearing a yellow cassock and having a scar on his head, he seems to be a Buddhist monk.
When he heard that Wei Zhong wanted to set off with the caravan to his house, he looked at Wei Zhong and said:
"My fellow Taoist wishes are all right, but the route of the caravan has been stipulated in the meeting, so I’m afraid that going through Fucheng is not what I want.”
Wei Zhong handed over his hand and said, “It doesn’t matter, I just want to leave Mangyuan Mansion with my senior. When I get to the right Fucheng, I will leave the team and it will not affect my senior’s mission. "
After understanding, Wei Zhong also knew that these people who escorted the spiritual objects claimed the tasks issued by the chamber of commerce in order to earn spiritual stones and contribution points.
Wei Zhong wanted to give him some gifts to build a good relationship with him, but the only thing he could offer was spiritual wine, so he took out ten middle-grade spiritual stones and stuffed them into his hand. .
The latter accepted it calmly and looked much better towards Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong looked at the people behind him and saw a somewhat familiar figure.
He asked uncertainly: "Senior Hu Yang?"
The latter opened his hood and showed a slight smile on his face: "Friend Chu, long time no see. I can't believe it has been more than twenty years. Unexpectedly, fellow Taoist has become a guest of the Gathering Chamber of Commerce."
Feeling the power of the other party at this moment, Wei Zhong was a little surprised.
‘We haven’t seen each other in these years, but the other party actually successfully formed a pill and entered the Yunji Chamber of Commerce. '
"Senior is the one who has actually taken a step further in cultivation, entered the core formation, and is still gathering here in the Chamber of Commerce..."
"Oh, thanks to the favor of the young lady, for The lady is just doing something," the latter waved his hand and said with a normal expression.
Shopkeeper Ruan on the side saw Hu Yang and nodded in greeting: "Fellow Taoist Hu Yang, as a local monk in Mangyuan Mansion, is familiar with the environment of this mansion.
Next, I need to ask fellow Taoist to work with me. Cooperation is the only way to guard this chamber of commerce together.”
Hu Yang handed over his hand: "It's your duty, don't dare to disobey."
Wei Zhong never expected that Hu Yang, who had been a casual cultivator for many years, could follow Shan Qin's path and successfully form an elixir.
Recalling the Dust Falling Pill worth more than 40,000 spirit stones that was fought over by the Qingmu Sect and the Yan family, did Taoist Hu Yang sign a contract of betrayal?
Without asking too many questions, Wei Zhongyan clearly stated his intention to Sikong Changming and then left.
It will take some time for the Chamber of Commerce to set off. Wei Zhong met with Ning Jiaqi and told him to practice diligently and not to waste his good training time because of emotional matters. He said goodbye to Rong Ju again, and then left with the caravan.
Sikong Changming released a flying boat with the white cloud flags of the Chamber of Commerce gathered on it flying. The cultivators responsible for escorting all flew in. Wei Zhong also flew into the boat after bidding farewell to everyone.
Regarding Wei Zhong as the guest minister of the Chamber of Commerce, Sikong Changming specially allocated a slightly larger room for Wei Zhong, which was not far from the room where he was located.
With Jie Dan nearby, safety can be guaranteed.
Looking at the increasingly smaller buildings below through the window next to the flying boat, Wei Zhong sighed. After all, he left the place he came to when he was reborn.
"Master is a little reluctant to let go?"
Xie Linghua leaned on Wei Zhong's shoulder and asked thoughtfully.
“It’s just a feeling of leaving home, but are you reluctant to leave Ling’er?”
The latter shook his head gently: “Ling’er has been wandering around for many years, moving around, and she has long spent her time there. Emotion. Wherever the master is now, Ling'er will be there."
Wei Zhong gently rubbed his little hands, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of this moment.
Although it is a pity to abandon the basic base of Mangyuan Mansion, the advantages of not worrying about life outweigh the disadvantages for myself.
Taking out the white jade guest token, Wei Zhong fumbled for the writing on it.
‘Now using the Yunji Chamber of Commerce as a springboard, we have access to high-level resources. The remaining days are to find a safe place and practice hard.
In addition, with the help of the Taoism of the years, you can also explore some low-risk secret realms to ensure that you will not encounter the inheritance like that of Senior Bai He again. ’
Wei Zhong murmured as he thought about the rare treasures that Shan Qin and Miaolishan said were needed in the spirit casting method.
'With his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, which is roughly equivalent to that of a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, most of the dangers to foundation building are nothing in front of Wei Zhong, not to mention some man-made disasters. ’
"Ding ding!"
"Fellow Daoist Chu, if you are free, I will prepare a banquet and invite you to come and get together so that we can introduce other fellow daoists on the spirit boat to you."
Sikong Changming's voice came to Wei Zhong's ears.
When Wei Zhong went to where his guidance was, he saw several monks among them.
There are six people in total. Sikong Changming, who is in the middle stage of pill formation, is the leader, and there are five fellow foundation builders under him, both in the early and middle stages of cultivation.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, please take a seat quickly. There is also a fellow Daoist Ling who is in the late stage of foundation building and is patrolling outside to help with defense. He will come back later. Let's drink and have fun first."
Wei Zhong sat down in his seat, and others There are spiritual wine and spiritual food listed above, and looking at the surrounding people, they are also arranged in the same way.
Including Sikong Changming, who was drinking a large amount of spiritual wine and holding some unknown spiritual flesh in his left hand.
‘He turned out to be a fake monk. ’
Wei Zhong was a little surprised when he saw his behavior.
A person next to him explained: "Do you, Taoist friend Chu, see few Buddhist cultivators?"
Wei Zhong nodded: "That's right, I don't know your surname."
The other party is a man with a fair complexion. , his face looks quite young, and he is in the early stage of foundation building.
"My surname is Yu, you can just call me "fellow Taoist"," he then turned to Sikong Changming, who was in charge, and said,
"Senior Sikong is a Buddhist cultivator. But there are not as many taboos as ordinary Buddhist disciples. Buddhism is one of all kinds of monks. The most important thing is a Buddhist heart. In other aspects, it is no different from those of us who practice ordinary spiritual methods."
Wei Zhong understands that when it comes to cultivation, the rules of the world no longer apply. Spiritual meat and spiritual wine are both treasures for improving one's cultivation, and no cultivator would refuse them.
After drinking and eating, Wei Zhong chatted and laughed with everyone, and was invisibly regarded as one of their own.
“If Taoist friends want to find a place to practice, it is better to go to Zhoucheng. There are rich resources there. If there are enough spiritual stones, there will be no problem in finding a first- or third-level spiritual place to practice...”< br>
“No, no, Daoist friend Chu is looking for stability. In a place like Zhoucheng, interpersonal relationships are too complicated and Nascent Soul’s influence is everywhere.
It’s easy to get into trouble with someone if you’re not careful. The descendants of our predecessors, why not stay in Yifu City nearby..."
After Wei Zhong said what he wanted, all the cultivators made suggestions for Wei Zhong. For a while, Wei Zhong had a general understanding of all the prefectures in Yunzhou.
“Fellow Daoist Chu might as well consider Luohe Mansion,” Sikong Changming interjected.
"Luohe Mansion?"
After discussing with everyone just now, Wei Zhong also understood that this mansion was named after the Luohe River, a large river in it.
It is adjacent to Zhoucheng and has richer resources than other nearby cities. There are many third-level spiritual veins in it.
What's more important is that this mansion is not a city dominated by sect forces, but is jointly controlled by casual cultivators and sects, with equally strong and weak forces.
It is especially friendly to casual cultivators, especially those with a certain skill.
The Yunji Chamber of Commerce has been working there for a long time and is considered one of its more important locations. It will be easier for Wei Zhong to obtain precious resources through his status as guest minister.
"Luohe Mansion, the statue of Daoyou Ling comes from this house. You may wish to ask Daoyou Ling later."
Wei Zhong has never seen this person before, and is wondering in his heart. Suddenly, he saw Sikong Changming's complexion change drastically. He stood up suddenly and shouted: "The thieves are coming. Come with me to meet the enemy!"
Everyone immediately put aside the food and wine in their hands and followed Sikong Changming to the deck of the spirit boat.
At this moment, the deck is full of monks, and dozens of Qi Refining monks are waiting in formation holding various spiritual weapons. Wei Zhong also met the monk named Ling whom everyone just mentioned.
What surprised Wei Zhong was that she turned out to be a female cultivator, wearing a dark red robe, with shiny black hair tied behind her head. When she turned around, she had very regular facial features and fair skin. His face has a black tear mole under the corner of his right eye, which adds a bit of charm.
“Mess of the Ling family, how is the situation?” Sikong Changming asked.
The female cultivator surnamed Ling stretched out her right hand and pointed to the sky. She was surrounded by a flock of birds that blocked out the sky and sun, surrounding the spirit boat. The outside skylight was blocked by it, and only a few scattered spots could be missed occasionally.
"This is probably a group of gregarious black-feathered geese, controlled by thieves behind them. I just tried a few tests and detected the aura of the strange monks, but I don't know how many people are ambushing them."
Sikong Changming nodded. He raised his head, waved his sleeves, and said: "The spirit cannon on the boat, shoot a wave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cannon barrels stretched out from all over the spirit boat and fired at the surrounding birds. go.
But this kind of artillery fire is of little use if it falls into a flock of birds. Whenever a piece of the flock is killed by artillery fire, new black-feathered geese will promptly replace it.
At the same time, blood-red vines stretched out from the flock of birds, wrapping and binding the spirit boat. After contacting the spirit boat's defensive aura, a blood-colored unknown liquid was left behind. Under the corrosion, the defensive aura Suddenly it was riddled with holes.
Seeing that the bloody droplets were about to drip, the female cultivator surnamed Ling picked up the seal with her fingertips, then waved her sleeves and robe to release a circular formation disk, which flew into the air.
Suddenly a golden light flashed, and new defensive auras were stacked on top of it, competing and pulling against the bloody vine.
"It seems that the other party is well prepared," Sikong Changming sighed when he saw that the other party was approaching fiercely, and took out a small green bell. It was stained with rust and even the bell body was damaged.
Sikong Changming held a black wooden hammer, moved his right foot slightly back, took a deep breath, the muscles on his body tensed, and even the small muscles on his face bulged at the same time.
Punch hard on the little green bell,
"Ha!" The two collided, making a clanging sound, and at the same time, an invisible ripple passed by the cultivators and spread to all sides.
The geese in the sky suddenly stopped under this blow, fluttering their wings and falling like black raindrops.
‘Sacred consciousness attack? ’
Wei Zhong looked at the small bronze clock with a strange color on its face, and did not expect it to be this kind of magic weapon that specializes in spiritual consciousness.
It seems that its power is relatively average, and it is mediocre when used against monks, but it is just right for dealing with such a large group of low-level monsters.
“Hmph!”
A muffled hum came from the flock of birds, and a large black flag slowly unfolded, collecting all the fallen geese.
A pale arm grabbed the flagpole into its hand, and then a black-robed Taoist with a gloomy face appeared. His cultivation was in the middle stage of Dan Jie.
“Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by preventing me from gathering at the Chamber of Commerce Lingzhou?”
Sikong Changming raised his right hand in front of his body and asked in a loud voice.
Wei Zhong stood aside and rubbed his ears. It was obvious that there was magic in his question.
The Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and waved the black flag to brush away the magic power that had deceived him.
“What a bald donkey,” he then looked towards his feet, “Brother He, you have to work harder.”
Wei Zhong looked along his eyes and immediately discovered that there were others below. There are people, the leader of whom is a white-robed Taoist who is in the early stage of pill formation. There are two red-eyed cranes painted on his Taoist robe, which looks a bit weird.
He held a strange meat ball in his hand, dripping with blood, and extending out four vine-like tentacles, which were the source of the binding of the spirit boat.
There were four people around, all of whom were foundation-building monks, holding four-color formation flags and pouring mana into them.
Four rays of light of various colors poured into the meat ball, causing it to make a strange sound.
The bloody vine clinging to the outside of the spirit boat became even more crazy, dripping more and more bloody drops. The protective aura superimposed by the female cultivator surnamed Ling was a little unstable.
"It seems that we have to take the initiative. I will deal with the black-robed Taoist, and you guys will find a way to break the strange formation below. Fellow Taoist Ling, just maintain the protective aura and guard the spirit boat," and then turned to look at Wei Zhong, "How about Fellow Daoist Chu, taking charge of other idle monks and protecting Fellow Daoist Ling?"
Sikong Changming arranged everyone in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the spiritual power of the female cultivator surnamed Ling was continuously injected into the array, Wei Zhong no longer had time to care about external objects, and nodded towards Sikong Changming.
The latter grabbed the small green bell and flew straight into the air towards the Taoist holding the black flag. The other five monks all fell down and headed towards the strange formation presided over by the pill formation.
Wei Zhong was just trying to see how the five foundation builders could deal with the magic circle hosted by Jiedan. Suddenly, he noticed that many more calamity cultivators appeared, driving swords and attacking the spirit boat. Among them, there was one among the foundation builders. Two, more than a dozen Qi refining monks.
With a sigh, he put the nine colors out of the bag and pointed at one of the foundation builders: "Go ahead, just hold on."
Lazy Jiucai slowly arched his body and turned into a giant bird one foot in size, flying towards one of the foundation-building tribulation cultivators.
Sikong Changming in the air frowned for a moment when he saw two more Foundation Establishment Tribulation Cultivators emerging, but when he saw Wei Zhong releasing the spirit bird to resist one of them and then meet the other, he immediately Calm down.
Facing the black-robed Taoist, Sikong Changming shouted loudly, a layer of golden light emitted from his body, and at the same time his muscles swelled, and his body swelled in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, spiritual power was injected into the small cyan clock on his hand. The rust on it continued to fall off, and a trace of golden light came out of the cyan bell body.
‘Quick victory is the key. ’
"Ha!"
Sikong Changming held the golden chime and smashed it straight at the black-robed Taoist. The latter frowned, waving black flags, emitting billowing black smoke, colliding with and dissolving the golden light on the chimes.
Sikong Changming suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a layer of cotton. He raised the clock and wanted to hit it again, but the golden bell seemed to be stuck by a layer of glue, making it difficult to move.
My heart suddenly sank, and I looked down at the five people who were barely maintaining their formation, restraining the white-robed pill formation, but they could not stop its attack on the spirit boat.
‘What on earth is this meat ball? It can actually corrode the protective aura of the third-order spirit boat. ’
"You dare to be distracted when you are fighting with me?"
The black-robed Taoist roared, and then caused the black energy in the flag to wrap around Sikong Changming's body.
“Hmph!”
Sikong Changming’s tongue burst with spring thunder, and with an angry roar, he drank away the black energy that had invaded him. Immediately he concentrated on the battle with the black-robed Taoist.
Although the situation is not good, there is no panic in his eyes.
Wei Zhong on the other side was already facing a foundation builder. His opponent was an old woman with gray hair. She was holding a flower basket that seemed to be made of bamboo strips. Colorless smoke was emitting from it and she was approaching Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhongwen felt dizzy after taking a sip. He immediately held his breath, took out the detoxifying pill and drank it, while flicking his sleeves to disperse the poisonous smoke in front of his eyes.
But the poisonous smoke was close to the opponent's spiritual power, and Wei Zhong's blow had no effect at all.
Having no choice but to use the Black Water Spirit Clothes to isolate the poisonous gas from the outside world, Wei Zhong calmed down and moved his fingertips slightly, driving the green bamboo sword to attack him.
At the same time, the magic weapon fragments have been picked up in the palm of the hand, and the flying throwing technique is ready to go.
Seeing Wei Zhong's green bamboo sword flying towards him, the old woman shook the flower basket, and immediately stretched out a bamboo stick from it and drew it towards the green bamboo sword flying into the air.
The bamboo strips are extremely fast and extremely tough. One blow dispelled the aura of the green bamboo sword, entangled it and rolled it into the flower basket.
Feeling the green bamboo sword that had almost lost contact, Wei Zhong sighed. After all, this sword was just an ordinary magic sword among the second-level magic weapons, and it could not keep up with Wei Zhong's cultivation at this time.
Without any hesitation, the Flying Throwing Technique was activated, turning into streams of light and attacking the enemy. At the same time, he stepped lightly and used the three master-level techniques of Soaring Cloud, Invisibility, and Breath Condensation.
A broad green leaf grew out of the old woman's flower basket, catching all the fragments of the incoming magic weapon. When she regained consciousness, Wei Zhong was nowhere to be seen.
He shook the flower basket momentarily and activated the defensive talisman at the same time. Wei Zhong's figure just appeared behind him, holding a black giant sword and slashing down, hitting the defensive aura on his body, causing the enemy's body to tremble and take a few steps back.
After missing a hit, Wei Zhong sighed and disappeared again.
‘As expected, they are all old Jie cultivators who are good at fighting spells. They knew how to cast spells to defend me as soon as they saw me disappear. '
I glanced at Jiucai, who was fighting the enemy next to me. After all, he had just advanced, and due to his lack of experience in fighting, he was already struggling to sustain himself under the attack of Jie Xiu, and could only rely on his escape skills. The speed barely drags on.
Some wind blades were defended by the opponent using magic weapons. Only the occasional thunder and lightning could make the opponent fearful.
Wei Zhong's figure disappeared, and the old woman immediately became alert. She secretly pinched the magic talisman in her hand and defended herself in case Wei Zhong suddenly appeared and struck her with a sword.
Suddenly, Wei Zhong appeared around his companions and shouted: "Be careful!"
But it was Wei Zhong who came to the battlefield of Jiucai, holding a giant sword, with golden sword flowing on the surface of the black blade. Light is the blessing of Geng’s swordsmanship.
The enemy heard the reminder and was slightly aware of it. Just as he was about to cast a spell to defend himself, Jiucai stepped forward and connected with the sharp claws on his feet. At the same time, the sound of wind and thunder sounded in his wings.
A shield faced Jiucai. Looking back, a spiritual talisman emerged and turned into a golden eggshell to wrap it up.
Wei Zhong split his golden defense with one sword and held a black ball in his hand close to his body.
He also wanted to take out a personal dagger and stab Wei Zhong in the neck, but it only hit the defense of Heishui Lingyi, making a sound of gold and iron colliding.
Wei Zhong raised his hand and put it against his chest, but the latter barely dodged. But Jiucai behind him had already broken through his shield defense, and released a ray of lightning from his wings, paralyzing his body, and his dodge momentum was immediately interrupted.
Wei Zhong released his flying throwing technique and exploded his chest with one blow. He wanted to take the sword and chop off his head, but he noticed the sound of breaking through the air behind him, grabbed Jiucai, and dodged away.
But the old woman arrived at this moment, and several bamboo sticks in the bamboo basket were inspired by her and stabbed Wei Zhong in the back.
Wei Zhong dodged and saw the old woman of Jie Xiu hugging the man's broken body and roaring sadly: "Luo'er!"
He took out a white jade elixir in his hand and wanted to give it to him. , but its internal organs were blown apart by Wei Zhong's blow. How could this elixir be effective?
Suddenly his eyes of hatred were aimed at Wei Zhong: "I want you to die..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhong disappeared again. He immediately stopped talking and hugged He backed away with his half-dead body.
But Wei Zhong just returned to the spirit boat and killed the Qi Refining Tribulation Cultivator who had just broken in through the defensive aura loophole with one strike.
After looking at the female cultivator surnamed Ling who was struggling to persist and the other crew members who were fighting with the Qi Refining Tribulation cultivator, Wei Zhong ordered Jiucai to stay and rushed towards the old woman again with a sway of his body.
Sikong Changming saw the Taoist friend "Chu Zhong" kill a robbery cultivator between the rising and falling clouds, and his face suddenly showed joy.
The black-robed monk who was fighting with him looked very ugly. He groaned and waved the black flag, which looked like a black bird. His brown eyes glowed red, and instantly Thick black smoke rose from the black flags.
The black smoke drifted away and spread to the rest of the battlefield, instantly enveloping the spirit boat and covering the sky.
Wei Zhong looked at the black smoke beside him and frowned. He cut off the incoming slender bamboo stick with a sword and then stepped back.
‘Has this black smoke detected my location? ’
Obviously the other party is also a smart person and knows what kind of deterrent an elusive foundation-building monk like Wei Zhong can have on the field.
Seeing this, Sikong Changming slapped the golden bell in his hand hard, and golden light spread out, but it had little effect on the black smoke that filled the sky.
The lips moved slightly, and the sound was transmitted to the spirit boat.
The female cultivator surnamed Ling's face moved slightly, and she used her mind to inspire a certain arrangement on the boat.
A blue aura burst out instantly, piercing through the layers of black smoke and destroying all the bloody vines clinging to the spirit boat.
Concerned, the white-robed Jie Xiuhe Taoist below spat out a mouthful of blood.
Taking this opportunity, a figure hid himself and stepped onto the spirit boat. The rest of the people did not notice it. Only Wei Zhong turned his head and glanced at the spirit boat, but at the same time he noticed another aura and ignored it.
The man walked through the passage in the cabin and came to the core of the spirit boat. He stared at the core emitting strong spiritual light with a smile, took out a magic sword and tried to destroy it.
Suddenly an old voice sounded in my ears:
"Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid it's not polite to sneak into my spirit boat where the Chamber of Commerce is gathered like this."
(End of Chapter)