Since the elder went into seclusion, Qingxu, who was capable, was temporarily ordered to assume the responsibilities of the elder.

On the one hand, it was to live up to the elder's expectations and cultivate, and on the other hand, it was to set an example. He always kept in mind the elder's instructions in his heart: except for the disciples of ink, no one is allowed to enter the black bamboo forest half a step. But even so, Qingxu was still worried.

Later, after field investigation, he abolished the original bamboo cutting site and reopened the road in another place. Although this was much farther than before, fortunately, the black bamboo here was on the edge, which was much safer than before when he ventured into the bamboo forest to obtain materials, and also made the disciples feel much more at ease.

If this continues, there will naturally be no accident. But he never expected that these disciples would disobey the elder's instructions and seek death, and he was also angry and anxious.

After a careful afternoon of consideration, he finally made a difficult decision!

With his current ability, even if he is not capable of the enemy, he can escape. Moreover, the whereabouts of his fellow disciples are unknown now, so how can he ignore them? I believe that the elders can understand their difficulties even if they know it!

Thinking of this, Qingxu also took advantage of the night to leave the hall and prepare to go to the black bamboo forest to find out. But just as he passed by the Qingjing House, he stopped and took a look more, then waved his hand to untie the binding talisman at the Qingjing door, and then disappeared into the darkness...

In the black bamboo forest, Lang Yun was rushing to the road with a gloomy face. He arrived at the bamboo house shortly after a while. He weighed the palm-sized jar in his hand, and then said to himself: "This thing is really hard to find... Just a small jar would waste so much time... but fortunately, it's still time!"

Lang Yun hid the jar in his cuffs, then took a few deep breaths and his face became anxious, and then he hurriedly pushed open the gate of the bamboo house: "Black bamboo essence, black bamboo essence... how are you?"

"Why haven't you come back for so long? It makes us very worried..." The voice of the black bamboo spirit came out of the darkness in the corner, but the voice was full of fatigue.

Hearing the abnormality in the sound of the Black Bamboo Spirit, Lang Yun also suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Black Bamboo Spirit, how are you in the current situation?"

Black Bamboo Jingpo sighed, "I don't know why, but I can't feel any anger these days... But don't worry, as long as the golden crow rises tomorrow, my condition will return to normal..."

"Is that so? But I'm afraid you won't be able to wait..." Lang Yun couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he heard this and laughed.

"You... don't joke with us...we are tired..." Heizhu Jingpo didn't hear what Lang Yun meant, and also said softly.

"Just kidding? Hahaha... By the way! I have another gift to give to you..." Lang Yun sneered and pinched out the jar in his sleeve, "Guess what this is..."

When the black bamboo spirit in the dark saw this jar, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis: "Thank you for your kindness, but we really don't have the spirit to accept the gift now. If you have anything to do, wait until tomorrow morning..."

"Hahaha... I've been waiting for this day for so long, and I can't wait any longer..." After saying that, Lang Yun lifted the bottle plug with his thumb, and his eyes that were pretending to be sympathetic gradually became colder...

In the bamboo house, Lang Yun was sitting cross-legged. As he inhaled and breathed, he felt a sense of ethereality on his body, which was elusive. It was as if the moonlight outside penetrated the closed bamboo house and enveloped him, causing the dark wolf Yun to exude a sacred luster.

"Hu..." Lang Yun exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes slowly opened, and the bamboo house, which had been unable to see his fingers, became brighter in his eyes.

"This source of spirit is so magical... Hahaha..." Lang Yun felt that the blood that had previously gathered into a stream in his body had turned into a vast ocean, and his eyes were filled with ecstasy.

After a brief ecstasy, a hint of depression appeared in Lang Yun's expression: "It's a pity that time is tight now, otherwise why would I waste so much energy source..."

Recently, during a conversation with the Black Bamboo Spirit, Lang Yun finally realized the weakness of the Black Bamboo Spirit and was afraid of fire salt. He took advantage of the weak period of the Black Bamboo Spirit to go down the mountain to find such things, so that he would be prepared in the future and not have to be in such a hurry.

Because the place where fire salt is produced is extremely remote and it is very troublesome to refine, the output is very rare. Although Lang Yun learned a lot about fire salt, he never got any news about where fire salt was sold.

Especially when he heard that the Yuhu Sect was about to recruit disciples recently, he was also very confused and didn't know what to do.

Just as he was struck by the way back to Taiyi Pavilion with complicated thoughts, he happened to encounter a caravan driving from north to south!

Although the weather was not cold at this time, everyone in the caravan was dressed in a heavy dress, especially the carriage behind them, with thick bridles, which deeply attracted Lang Yun's gaze.

But what attracted Lang Yun's attention was not the unique dress of the caravan, but the thumb-sized bobbin pendants hanging under these bridles, where red tassels should be hung!

Based on the information he found, Lang Yun judged from his outfit that they were people living in the north. And as Lang Yun knew, there was a custom among these foreign people, which was to hang fire salt on the bridle before traveling and pray for the sunshine on the road and the weather was clear, so among these pendants was the fire salt they needed!

How could Lang Yun miss these fire salts? He took the fire salt into his hands without any effort...

Although there are not many fire salts, they are enough to alleviate the urgent need! Sure enough, under the threat of fire salt, the black bamboo essence was forced to hand over its own essence source...

Compared with the cultivation level given by the Black Bamboo Spirit, the source of the essence should be more pure! But after he completely refined the source of the essence, his strength did not reach the level he imagined... After all, his original intention of coming here was immortality!

In order to prevent the black bamboo essence from regaining its strength, Lang Yun did a lot of tricks on the bamboo house, which led to the black bamboo essence becoming weaker. The reason why the source of the essence was greatly reduced is probably related to this matter!

Lang Yun realized that he had figured out all this, but he could only regret it...

"Although this black bamboo spirit has been swallowed by me, it would be better if... this black bamboo forest is destroyed!" When the black bamboo spirit handed over to his source of the spirit, he promised that it would not harm the black bamboo forest, but Lang Yun did not want to be discovered by someone, so he naturally did not want to leave clues.

This black bamboo forest spread for several miles, but Lang Yun didn't have much fire salt in his hand. It was naturally unrealistic to destroy the entire black bamboo forest. He frowned for a long time and finally lit up: "By the way... the black bamboo spirit said that this black bamboo forest has the same veins and origins. If I could find the foundation, even if this black bamboo forest does not die, it would not be able to recover any more!"

Thinking of this, he calmed down and felt it. In just a short moment, he found where the underground veins of the black bamboo forest gathered, and then ordered the puppet to dig a hole.

But just as he was digging, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from not far away. He was also shocked and hurriedly looked at it. However, he saw that it was just a disciple of Taiyi Pavilion. He narrowed his eyes and was about to take advantage of his unpreparedness, so as not to let out a scream to others and cause others to ruin his good deeds.

But what he didn't expect was that this disciple's reaction was so agile that he used his puppet to avoid the sneak attack behind him!

But how could Lang Yun give up and continue to chase forward, but just when his attack was only one inch away from the other party, he could no longer move forward, and the whole person was frozen in place.

"I promised not to destroy the Black Bamboo Forest... You actually deceived us..." The Black Bamboo Forest's sad voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Black bamboo spirit? You... haven't you given me all the source of spirit... Why are you still alive?" Lang Yun couldn't believe what he heard, and his heart was beating wildly.

"We were born from the black bamboo forest, so we naturally had an indecisive fate with the black bamboo forest..."

"And at the foundation of this Black Bamboo Forest is still buried with our remnant soul... The remnant soul felt the threat and awakened us, so we can wake up again..." Black Bamboo Forest murmured.

Perhaps because I felt the sadness of the black bamboo essence, the air around me became solemn, and there was no trace of wind.

The puppets that were originally under the control of Lang Yun also completely lost control and became the body of the black bamboo spirit.

Not only that, Lang Yun clearly saw a translucent liquid bead precipitating from his body and sinking into the poisonous puppet opposite.

"This...what is going on..." Lang Yun suddenly felt a weak feeling, and the originally filled ocean of blood was as slender as a stream again.

"Because you deceived us, we can only take back the source of this essence..." Heizhu Jingpo said lightly, "And... In order to avoid you making a big mistake in the future, we should return our cultivation level..."

"No...no..." Lang Yun has tasted the sweetness of having strength and never wants to be an ordinary person again. But this black bamboo spirit has become alert and will never be easily caught. He can only frown and think about a new plan!

"Black bamboo essence...I know it's wrong..." Lang Yun said, hiding the bottle containing the fire salt solution in his sleeve. "Before you take back my cultivation, can I go to the bamboo house to repent for my sins?"

Black Bamboo Spirit was silent for a moment, and then said, "Of course it can...but this time we will stare at your every move behind us... I hope you don't think about it anymore!"

Lang Yun nodded and barely smiled: "That's natural..." Then he rushed to the bamboo house.
Chapter completed!