Zhuang Qiang, who was seriously injured and whose clothes were stained with blood, immediately became energetic and energetic after taking a Wuji Sect's Peiyuan Pill.
The arrogance in his words and deeds dissipated, replaced by deep jealousy.
That's right, it's jealousy!
In his eyes, Wuji Sect disciples who eat Tianpin elixirs like jelly beans are enviable.
Not long after, Bu Xinghuo appeared in mid-air carrying a man covered in loess footprints like a chicken in his hands, with a bruised nose and a swollen face like a stepped bun.
He threw it down casually, regardless of whether the man could survive the bad luck of falling from a high altitude, and directly smashed a hole in the ground.
Counting the time, it only takes one stick of incense to go back and forth.
"Senior brother, why have you been gone so long?"
Mo Xiaoran complained.
Zhuang Qiang's eyebrows jumped... Pretend, you can pretend, I took it seriously anyway.
"Originally it didn't take so long. I just saw a wild donkey in the forest in the distance. I was so happy to see the hunter that I couldn't hold it back. I lost him and caught the deer, which delayed the time."
Bu Xinghuo was neither salty nor cool, casually talking about trivial matters that could be easily grasped.
Zhuang Qiang and Xiao Tianxiang listened with their ears pricked up, nodding their heads, their hearts filled with shock.
Judging from the extensive knowledge of the Sword Sect disciples, this Wuji Sect disciple named Bu Xinghuo is considered to be a genius even within the Sword Sect.
As for the little girl in red...at least she is on the same level as her elder brother Zhuang Qiang.
The middle-aged man was beaten up, and because he killed Dong Qingquan, Zhuang Qiang and Xiao Tianxiang hated him deeply.
It's just that this person is just a peripheral thief and can't get on the stage. In the end, he only asked about the Palace of Resurrection's intention to bring the Panlongling Wang family under its command.
Zhuang Qiang acted from beginning to end, saying he wanted to kill him, and after asking the truth, he happily used his head as a sacrifice in memory of his junior brother.
Panlong Ridge is only seven hundred miles away from here, and Zhuang Qiang also sent a secret message to the Wang family.
So, the five of them walked together, heading south.
...
Wuji Sect, Qingguang Peak.
Mo Jiuxuan, who resigned as the peak master, opened a spiritual garden in the back mountain and planted spiritual herbs and flowers purchased from the system.
Ni Hou, Bu Shan and Zhao Xishan were relatively weak in talent, so Mo Jiuxuan assigned the three of them to take care of the spiritual garden.
The three rooms not far away are the alchemy places of Lian Shen, the master of the alchemy hall, and Lu Fang, the alchemist.
The two of them really loved each other and spent great efforts to select several tripods from Muhua City and transported them to Qingguang Peak for them to learn alchemy.
Mo Jiuxuan would occasionally try his hand at forming seven-color or nine-color elixirs.
Under the influence, Lian Shen and Lu Fang's alchemy skills improved rapidly.
You can often see the two of them with satisfied faces, sitting outside drinking tea and chatting, looking at the stars and the moon.
Life is pleasant.
Summoning Yu Tianhua, Mo Jiuxuan handed him a seven-color foundation-building pill and a three-color soul-restoring purple pill, and ordered Yu Tianhua to be sent to the Muhua City Sitong Chamber of Commerce for auction.
As for Huanglong Dan and the like, Mo Jiuxuan had long since lost his mind.
Nowadays, he not only gets dividends from Niuji Mountain's spiritual mines, but also forges golden elixirs himself, and the elixirs he refines are even more valuable but not marketable.
You know, those elixirs suitable for use in the golden elixir stage are extremely difficult to refine, let alone the best ones?
Mo Jiuxuan is not afraid that those old guys who have been famous for a long time will fight to the death if they don't spend their money.
Looking at the scrap metal used by several disciples, Mo Jiuxuan spent three million spirit stones to buy an orange weapon for each of them, which was equivalent to a mysterious treasure.
In the world, only the fairy treasure of the dragon that sees its head but not its tail is slightly better than these treasures.
I believe that with these treasures, the strength of the disciples will be able to reach the third level.
"I am truly a conscientious master who cares about the physical and mental health of his disciples!"
With clear tears and touching his conscience, Mo Jiuxuan was moved and said.
...
Regarding the generous reward, no one mentioned it again, as if Zhuang Qiang had never mentioned it.
Zhuang Qiang and Xiao Tianxiang, who had discovered the heavenly elixir and had hundreds of spiritual stones on their bodies, felt really embarrassed to take it out.
It should be noted that heavenly elixirs rarely appear in the world, and each one is worth a lot of money. However, the other three people regard such rare elixirs as ordinary elixirs, and their family background is not very rich.
How could Zhuang Qiang and Xiao Tianxiang be embarrassed to do whatever they want?
It was autumn, the sky was high and the air was crisp, and a group of five people crossed the mountains and ridges to Panlong Ridge.
The Wang family is known as the beast-controlling family. They have thrived here for eight hundred years and have grown into three thousand households.
Built against the mountain, green tiles and white walls can be seen everywhere. There is a huge courtyard at the top of the mountain, where Wang Zhan, the head of the royal family of this generation, lives.
When they reached the top of the mountain, Zhuang Qiang explained his purpose. When Zhuang Ke heard that he was a disciple of the Cangyu Sword Sect, he became more respectful and quickly invited a few people inside to explain his purpose to Wang Zhan.
Handing over the letter, Wang Zhan read it calmly, stroking his beard with his hands, thinking deeply without making an answer.
None of them knew what the letter said, and Wang Zhan didn't know what to say. Bu Xinghuo and others suddenly became curious.
After a while, Wang Zhan smiled and called the housekeeper and said, "Several distinguished guests have come from afar. Please stay here for a while and let me think about it carefully."
The steward of the Wang family was also a member of the Wang clan. He immediately obeyed the order respectfully, came to Zhuang Qiang and said with a smile, "Everyone, please follow me."
The other party was an elder, and Zhuang Qiang couldn't refuse, so he bowed respectfully to Wang Zhan, "If so, then I'm sorry."
Wang Zhan came to the back hall and sat silently on a large carved red lacquer chair. He was wearing a dark black robe hidden in the shadows, showing a bit of mystery and exhaustion.
At this time, a tall and tall young man walked in, dressed in light blue clothes, with a narrow face and a high nose, and he looked quite handsome.
If the face is not too narrow and appears long, there is still a lot of room for improvement in appearance.
"Meet Dad!"
The young man came to Wang Zhan and bowed.
Wang Zhan frowned, without the friendly expression on his face when he saw his son, "Long'er, why are you here? Did your brother let you out?"
The narrow-faced young man is Wang Long, the second son of the Wang family who had a conflict with Mo Xiaoran and Chen Sang in Donghua Mountain a year and a half ago.
At that time, Wang Long was surrounded by many guards and even a worshipper, but he did not dare to act rashly when faced with Chen Sang.
Later, Wang Fengxiang, the eldest son of the prince, learned of this and imprisoned him in a remote courtyard. He was strictly prohibited from going out and had someone specially assigned to guard him.
Wang Long's acting style is similar to that of his brother Wang Fengxiang, the only difference is...
Wang Fengxiang's behavior is far superior to that of his younger brother.
Both of them were disciples of wealthy families. Wang Fengxiang even married his nineteenth concubine three years ago, and he was very lecherous.
The elders and clan members in the family like Wang Fengxiang more, and there are also many sect disciples from the outside world who are Wang Fengxiang's friends.
Wang Long has no advantage at all in front of his brother.
Even when Wang Fengxiang decided to imprison his younger brother for three years, only a few people expressed doubts that such a punishment was too much.
As a father, Wang Zhan, after hearing about this incident, just responded with a faint "I know" and stopped paying attention.
Wang Fengxiang's status in the Wang family can be seen from this.
When he heard his father mention his brother, Wang Long's heart tightened, and he quickly begged softly, "Dad, I have been in prison for a year and a half, and I have been reflecting on what I did, and I know I was wrong.
Please also ask daddy to say a few good words in front of eldest brother and let the child out!"
After speaking, he secretly raised his eyes to observe his father's expression.
Wang Zhan just stared at his second son coldly.
They are smart, but most of them don't use their ideas, and they don't have the vision and mind of an older person.
For example, now, when he deliberately emphasizes the prestige of his eldest brother in front of the clan leader, isn't this a source of suspicion in his own heart?
If he hadn't had a candle-lit night talk with his eldest son, he would have decided to leave the family in his hands and train him from then on.
So, Wang Long's words were clearly the beginning of Xiao Qiang's misfortune.
"Father!"
I don't know when Wang Fengxiang came into the house. He was as tall as before, but a little fatter. He looked like a simple and honest man with a kind face.
"My son, you are here!"
Wang Zhan's tone was clearly filled with relief, but also a bit complaining, "You have been there in the past few months, and there are some troubles at home that you still need to deal with!"
"Dad, a few months ago, I went to the Yuling Sect and got to know several brothers from the sect. They were all top-notch masters and got along very well with my son. Some of them also worked with the Xuanyun Sect, Shui
The geniuses of Jingzong are friends."
As a courtesan of the Wang family...a great socializer, Wang Fengxiang has devoted himself to connecting with the Qingzhou sect's influence over the years, hoping to cultivate some relationships with the younger generation and expand the influence of the Wang family in Panlongling.
Speaking of Yulingzong, Wang Fengxiang noticed his younger brother, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
"Wang Long, who let you out?"
"this..."
Wang Long always felt great pressure when facing his half-brother.
What is more profound than a father's love is...my brother's love since he was born.
"Uncle Lei!"
"Here!"
Uncle Lei was the one who followed Wang Long to Donghua Mountain. Unfortunately, after returning to the family, Wang Fengxiang won him over to his side.
"Send the second young master back to think about his mistakes. Whoever is guarding the courtyard will be punished with a hundred sticks and will be deducted for one year. If there is another time, he will be expelled from the Wang family."
Uncle Lei wrinkled his gray eyebrows and came to Wang Long's side, making a gesture of invitation.
"Second Young Master, please!"
Wang Lung did not dare to neglect and went away dejected.
At this time, Wang Fengxiang laughed, and a warm scene of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety immediately emerged in the room.
"Dad, what happened at home?"
Wang Zhan said in a deep voice, "A few days ago, the Resurrection Hall sent someone to contact me, hoping to become friends with the Wang family."
"Well, what then?"
"Just now, a letter came from Zhuang Qiang, a disciple of Elder Hexiang of the Cangyu Sword Sect, saying that there is an organization in Qingzhou called the Resurrection Hall that is operating secretly and has evil intentions."
"What is the strength of the Resurrection Hall?"
"The Wang family cannot be offended."
"The Wang family of the Resurrection Hall cannot afford to cause trouble, and the Cangyu Sword Sect cannot afford to cause trouble! This stupid Wang Long, if it weren't for him, how could we be in such difficulty today?"
"Why are you involved with Long Er?"
"If it hadn't been for him, I would have still been a good friend with Mo Jiuxuan of the Wuji Sect. Mo Jiuxuan was on good terms with several elders of the Cangyu Sword Sect, and Lian Shen, the master of the Alchemy Hall, was still his disciple.
With him here, what should we fear in the Resurrection Hall?"