Chapter 8 You must have an artifact
Ke Dasheng and Luo Ling led their disciples to search everywhere like hungry wolves smelling blood. A large number of spiritual masters surrounded the main passage in and out of the back mountain, with a posture that they would not give up until they captured this outsider.
On the other side, An Zhi covered his severely injured arm and stumbled to the previous dog hole under the guidance of the spirit snake. Although the dog hole was small, the other side of the courtyard wall was the demolished house of Sanqing Paradise.
"Snake treasure, snake treasure, hurry up, hurry up." An Zhi actually urged the spirit snake behind him to get through the dog hole quickly.
When An Zhi returned to the blessed land again, his hanging heart also dropped. Looking at the brightly lit scripture pavilion not far away, his heart seemed to calm down a little. He patted the dust on his body and wiped the blood flowing from his right arm. .
"No, we have to block this hole first." An Zhi slumped on the ground and looked at the hole under the courtyard wall, then he got up with difficulty and found stones and weeds from the stone curb next to him to block the entrance of the hole.
"Does your arm still hurt?" Spirit Snake asked with concern.
An Zhi was so tired that he was sweating profusely: "You have lost so much blood, do you think it hurts?"
The spirit snake jumped on An Zhi's shoulder: "Okay, hurry up, go home and heal."
Seeing that the entrance of the cave was blocked by stones and a pile of debris, An Zhi turned around with satisfaction and walked towards the blessed land.
It's almost late at night,
Fan Jin was walking up and down the attic with a cane, because he found that An Zhi had not come back after going out in the afternoon. He was very worried, so he was about to go down to the attic with a cane to call the Sanqing disciples...
Just then, An Zhi hurriedly ran towards the pavilion with the spirit snake. He seemed a little anxious along the way, so that he happened to meet Fan Jin on crutches at the corner. Their eyes met, and An Zhi was at a loss.
However, the spirit snake was very agile, and instantly jumped off An Zhi's shoulder and disappeared without a trace.
"Master, uncle." An Zhi stuttered and glanced over his shoulder, and found that the spirit snake had slipped away: "Why haven't you rested yet?"
Although Fan Jin is nearly eighty years old and has trouble walking, he still has strong insight. Although An Zhi has been putting his right hand behind his back, he has noticed something strange and said: "Quick, go back and rest early."
"Then, then I, then I'll go up first." After An Zhi said that, he ran up to the pavilion quickly.
Turning around and looking at An's figure upstairs, Fan Jin's face darkened, and then a trace of worry appeared on his face.
After returning to the house, Anzhi hurriedly closed the doors and windows, then sat cross-legged on the bed and circulated the spiritual energy in her body. Finally, the injury was somewhat controlled, but she also felt that the healing was also consuming the spiritual energy in her body.
It would be nice if the ocelot was here at this time. The ocelot's skill [Heavenly Rain and Dew] will heal the wound quickly.
It's useless to think about this. At this time, An Zhi longed for the presence of the spirit snake, so he called softly: "Snake treasure? Snake treasure?"
"Here it comes!" Suddenly, a voice came from the window sill, and then the spirit snake climbed up from the four-story attic platform, complaining as it climbed: "This old man Fan is so annoying. Climb up from such a high place.”
Seeing that her pet baby was here, Anzhi at least felt safe. She asked with some relief: "Are you afraid of Master Fan?"
The spirit snake pondered for a moment: "Am I afraid of him? Oh, it's better to do less than to do more."
Spirit Snake climbed onto the bed, looked at An Zhi's injured arm, and immediately felt regretful: "Hey, it would be great if you had a weapon or magic weapon. You can't hold a mahogany sword every day, right?"
"How about asking the Patriarch?" An Zhi immediately thought of a person, Meng Hong.
The spirit snake seemed worried. It curled up on the pillow and shook its head.
Seeing that the spirit snake was helpless, An Zhi said a little discouraged: "What should we do? The demon behind is getting stronger and stronger. I can't kill the demon with a fire stick every day. The ancestor must have a way."
The spirit snake remained unmoved. It seemed to have encountered a problem, but soon it adjusted.
"Okay, ask the ancestor, there must be a way." The spirit snake immediately stood up, and then the two tentacles on its head emitted a spiritual light. An Zhi felt drowsy, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to another place. A world.
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster!" An Zhi called out immediately when he saw Menghong practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the lake.
Meng Hong is dressed in Taoist uniform, his attire is elegant and solemn, simple yet stylish. Wearing a wide-sleeved Taoist robe, the body of the robe is decorated with various cloud patterns, eight trigrams and auspicious patterns, such as goldfish, bats, lotus, etc., which symbolize Taoist concepts such as the harmony of yin and yang, the unity of heaven and earth, and Taoism following nature.
Seeing An Zhi coming, Menghong leapt up and came to An Zhi, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's not bad today. You also killed a fourth-level demon spirit. I saw it."
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An Zhi had already regarded Menghong as his master, and immediately said: "It's a pity, it's a pity that there are no weapons and magic weapons."
Menghong was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then continued: "Actually, there is, it depends on whether you dare to take it."
"Dare, I dare as long as you give it." An Zhi responded expectantly.
Meng Hong put one hand behind his back, took a few steps forward and said: "On the sixth floor of the Fudi Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is the magic weapon of Fan Jin, the elder of Sanqing Palace, the Yuhua Sword, coupled with the Demon Capturing Sword Technique, the fourth level Not to mention the demon spirit. ”
"Ah! It belongs to Uncle Fan." An Zhi was surprised, how to get this?
Meng Hong's expression was also very difficult. He took a few steps left and right and then thought again and again: "Forget it, this weapon is not suitable for you yet. It is the Mountain Sword of the Three Pure Heroes. This sword is not suitable for you for the time being."< br>
"Three Pure Masters and Mountain-Suppressing Swords?" An Zhi Nannan repeated, obviously not knowing what it meant.
Menghong then explained: "Sanqing Mountain has three peaks, Yujing Peak, Yuxu Peak, and Yuhua Peak, which are also called the Three Heroes of the Sanqing. These three peaks absorb the true energy of the Sanqing, and each peak is a sharp sword. It is divided into Yujing Sword, Yuxu Sword and Yuhua Sword. The Yuhua Sword came into being forty years ago because Fan Jin killed the eighth-level demon king in the top world, so he has been holding the sword to this day."
An Zhi was surprised and happy after hearing this. He didn't expect that there was a treasure on the top floor of the attic where he lived.
"Master Patriarch, how can I get the Jade Flower Sword?" An Zhi asked again.
Menghong was in a dilemma. He frowned and didn't know what to say. He thought again and again: "This..."
At this moment, the surrounding wind was strong, and a mysterious force pulled An Zhi to fly into the sky. No matter how hard she tried to call Meng Hong, Meng Hong ignored her, and the helplessness was indescribable.
When she opened her eyes again, still sitting cross-legged on her bed, a figure appeared at the door.
"Teacher, teacher, uncle, are you okay?" From the figure and the shadow of the crutch, An Zhi concluded that it was Fan who came in.
Fan Jin pushed the door open and walked in: "I thought you were asleep after knocking on the door for so long?"
Has it been knocking for so long? Could it be that Fan Jin had been standing at the door for a long time? Without thinking much, he stood up to greet him: "Uncle Master, you're still up so late." An Zhi felt uneasy, wondering why the old man came so late.
Fan Jin looked around the room. In fact, he had just seen that An Zhi was injured by a demon, so he took out a small gourd: "I have a bottle of medicine here, which is specially designed to treat demon injuries. It can heal quickly."
"Ah!" An Zhi was shocked, why couldn't he hide his little secret, so he changed the topic: "I, I, I'm not injured, Master, Master, Master, you, you should keep it. ”
Facing An Zhi, who was stammering, Fan Jin stood up and said, "If the demon injury is not treated in time, you will continue to lose spiritual power."
"Master, Master Master, how did you know that I was injured?" An Zhi asked.
Fan Jin looked at An Zhi's evasive eyes, and then just smiled: "Hehehehe, I am your uncle."
"I wish my previous ocelot was here. Whenever I was injured, it would help me heal." An Zhi still misses the ocelot he trained with his own hands. After all, they have been together for more than a year and have their own healing skills.
Fan Jin asked with a smile: "Do you think my blessed land is not good?"
This question stopped An Zhi. No matter how she answered, she felt that it was a trap, but she quickly said: "It's very good. My uncle is so good to me and even gives me medicine, but I'm still so young and can't put my The dream is buried.”
"What a dream!" Fan Jin touched his beard with some meaning after hearing this.
An Zhi said seriously: "Yes, my dream is to become a person like Meng Hong, the ten-dollar demon slayer."
Fan Jin nodded: "Well, Patriarch Meng, when we fought against General Black Python at Sanqing Mountain..."
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(End of chapter)