in the room.

After applying the needle, Mo Qiu put a quilt on Wen Ying, turned around, and looked at Liu Jinxi who was worried:

"Don't worry, it's okay. I slept for two days, and I should wake up when I return to the county town."

"That's good, that's good." Liu Jinxi relaxed, caressed her chest, breathing gently.

"Jin Xi, since Junior Brother says it's okay, there will be nothing wrong." Qin Qingrong on the side grabbed the other's hand and asked:

"Speaking of which, didn't you go to Xunyang County Town back then, why did you appear here?"

There is still a way to go from here to Xunyang.

"It's a long story." Liu Jinxi looked at the deceased, but also sighed with emotion:

"After we went to the county town back then, I... met my husband and came to Changxiu."

"The days were okay."

"Who ever thought..."

She opened her mouth, her eyes flushed, and she couldn't help crying in tears.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qin Qingrong hurriedly embraced the other's shoulders, softly comforting.

"You guys talk." Mo Qiu got up:

"I'm out for a walk."

The two girls have been together since childhood and have a lot of affection. After more than ten years, they must have a lot to say when they meet again.

He is a big man, even if he has had some friendship with Liu Jinxi, he is not suitable for staying.

When they left the door, the two children were already waiting outside, their knees softened, they knelt on the ground together, kowtowing heavily.

"Uncle Xie Mo's life-saving grace!"

"Get up." Mo Qiu raised his hand, holding them up with an invisible force, and then looked at Dong Xizhou behind:

"Senior is over there too?"

"Yeah." Dong Xizhou nodded:

"The master of the history museum lost both energy and blood. It is a bit similar to my situation back then. Fortunately, the time is too short and the foundation is still there. If you spend a few years recuperating, you still have a chance to restore your cultivation."

"By the way, he should have offended someone, so that he hides his cultivation base in the town. Now he is interested in taking refuge. What do you think?"

"Refuge in?" Mo Qiu frowned subconsciously.

Since leaving Dong'an Mansion and out of danger, many people in the team have left one after another, and most of the rest are martial arts practitioners.

But even so, the speed of long-distance travel is difficult to match.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is a burden to him.

"talk later."

At the moment, sigh gently.

...

The town was ravaged by bandits, burned, killed and looted, and it was devastated. Fortunately, there are still several manors that are still intact.

Where everyone is now is one of them.

In order to be grateful for Moqiu's life-saving grace, the host family specially vacated and arranged a group of people.

The sky was dark, and the flames all around gradually dimmed. Only the cry of the people came from time to time.

Going to the backyard, seeing the light in the room is still there, I don’t want to stop talking:

"Nineteenth Mother!"

"Brother Mo, come in." In front of the desk, Lu Muhui softly her temples, looking at Mo Qiu who opened the door:

"The previous things are done?"

She is an immortal cultivator, even if her cultivation level is not high, she has lived a high life since she was a child.

I don't care much about the lives of mortals.

From the perspective of her and the Lu family, the cultivator and the mortal belonged to two different worlds.

As of today, whether it is bandits slaughtering the city or the people fleeing, she lacks interest.

If it weren't for someone who Moqiu knew, I'm afraid they would have greeted everyone and walked straight ahead.

"It's over." Moqiu nodded, his gaze fell on the cloth in the opponent's hand:

"What did the nineteenth mother see?"

This thing came from the blue-faced tiger, the leader of Hushan Pirates. A piece of cloth was not damaged by his punch. Obviously it was not a normal thing.

The above-mentioned exercises are quite different from martial arts.

It's like...

Cultivation method?

He has a method of cultivating immortals in his hand, which comes from the secret room of the Yunlou in the Lu Mansion, but unfortunately he can't practice, even if he understands it, it is useless.

"Yeah." Lu Muhui nodded and said:

"This blood-devouring profound art should be the martial art taught by the blood evil sect to the guardians of Taoism."

"In Dajin, this type of exercise is collectively called evil gong."

"Evil power?" Mo Qiu thoughtfully.

There are also rumors about evil arts in the arena, but there is the Lu family in Dong'an Prefecture. Once a person practicing evil arts finds out, he will kill him, so he hasn't encountered it for so many years.

Thinking of turning, he asked:

"Blood Fiend Sect is a school of immortal practice?"

"Not bad." Lu Muhui nodded:

"I've heard my father say that there are several very powerful evil cultivators in the world, and they are not tolerated by the right way."

"Blood Fiend Sect is one of them."

After that, he glanced at Mo Qiu, and said with a serious face:

"Brother Mo, not all schools of cultivating immortals are like our Lu family, they are cultivators who are kind to others and seek happiness."

Uh…

Moqiu glanced at each other strangely.

The Lu family all belonged to being kind to others. One can imagine how cruel the so-called evil sect in her mouth is.

Lu Muhui did not know herself, and continued:

"My father once said that the Great Jin Dynasty was chaotic for years, and soldiers were plagued by wars. Among them, there were evil cultivators."

"The Xuanyi Sect, there were disciples of Xuanming Sect in the early years, and the inheritance is also related to it."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"Why is this?"

"Because of cultivating evil methods, you need life souls, blood, human lives, corpses, etc. as assistance." Lu Muhui explained:

"Not only Dajin, but the surrounding countries have been turbulent for more than a thousand years. This is also part of the reason."

Corpse?

Mo Qiu's face changed slightly, but he thought of the zombie in his hand.

"Brother Mo don't need to worry." Seeing his face change, Lu Muhui quickly expressed relief as he thought he was afraid:

"There are immortal houses in several nearby countries, and there are also sect disciples who are patrolling. Evil cultivators dare not go too far. Otherwise, the world would have been in chaos."

"Listening to the Lord's words is better than reading ten years." Mo Qiu sighed:

"If it hadn't been for the nineteenth mother to talk about these things, I am afraid that I would not have known the entire collection of Dong'an Mansion."

"Hehe..." Lu Muhui pursed her lips and chuckled:

"I also heard from the elders, and these things are too far away from us, knowing it is useless."

"Not bad." Mo asked to take back his distracting thoughts and asked:

"Let's talk about this blood-devouring profound art. This art is so good, but it is called an evil art. There should be a lot of flaws, right?"

"Exactly." Lu Muhui suppressed a smile, with a solemn expression on her face:

"As far as I know, people who practice evil arts have an unchanging temperament, bloodthirsty, cruel, and inhumane. Although the initial advancement is very fast and their strength has skyrocketed, they rarely achieve innateness, and even if they become innate, they will not have it. What a good end, at least not long life."

"Um…"

"This technique should belong to the top of the evil arts, and only those with the talent for cultivation can practice it."

"pity!"

There are very few people in the world who have the talent for cultivation, and there are so many blue faces, but they have just started evil arts.

It can be described as good luck.

"correct!"

After saying a few words, Lu Muhui remembered something and took out a clay pot from his side and handed it over:

"Deal with the entrustment, the Star Refining Liquid has been completed."

Inside the clay pot, there was viscous water swaying, and the line of sight fell, as if the Skyline Galaxy fell into it, beautifully.

Seeing this thing, Mo Qiu couldn't help but be overjoyed:

"Thank you!"

This thing was made by the star-refining stone and had the ability to refine magical tools, which he had longed for for a long time.

He has been making star stones for a long time, but it is a pity that he has no mana, and it is extremely troublesome to melt into a liquid.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and thanked him.

"Brother Mo has a magic weapon?" Lu Muhui asked curiously, but knew that such things shouldn't be asked more, and said:

"People who practice martial arts often have blood refining tools, but such things will consume a lot of energy. Brother Mo must be cautious."

"Exhausted spirit?" Mo Qiu was taken aback:

"What's the explanation for this?"

"Sacrificing a magic weapon is equivalent to having an extra part of the body, and it will naturally burden the soul." Lu Muhui took it for granted:

"Ordinary cultivators have only one magic weapon, and very few possess more than one magic weapon."

"One of the reasons is that it is difficult to find and cultivate magic tools, and one of the reasons is that one's own spirit is not strong, and the inability to bear it is also one of the reasons."

Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

...

Late at night, saying goodbye to Lu Muhui, Moqiu took cloth and clay pots and returned to his room.

Sitting on the chair, his face was thoughtful.

The blood refining tool would consume the power of the soul, but he didn't even feel it before.

Does this mean that the power of one's soul is stronger than that of ordinary cultivators?

Not necessarily impossible!

There are not many techniques to strengthen spirits, and even those who cultivate immortals often rely on pill to nourish them.

Do not seek to cultivate into a three-volume Buddha, and the sea of ​​consciousness is even more starry, and the power of the soul is far superior to ordinary people, at least more than Lu Muhui, who is at the fifth level of refining qi.

Set up his mind, he didn't want to pass this section.

He got up and took a few things, and put them on the desk together with the earthenware pot filled with star refining liquid.

Don't ask for a magic weapon, and there is more than one.

There are three pieces!

A flying sword, a pink embroidered handkerchief, and the last one is more peculiar, with more than ten crystal clear gravels.

The first two pieces are from Master Yi who is against the alliance, and the last piece is from Shang Yunxiang.

Looking at the three instruments in front of him, I couldn't help but hesitate.

Which one is better?

If these troubles were known to other immortal cultivators, they would be uncomfortable to vomit blood, and a warrior would be troubled by choosing a magic weapon.

After thinking about it again and again, he finally chose the pink embroidered handkerchief that resembled his daughter's house.

Although flying swords and sand particles are good, as Lu Muhui said, imperial magic weapons also have a knack for fighting the enemy.

He doesn't understand the method of imperial swords, and rashly abandons the swordsmanship he is good at. If he uses magical weapons against the enemy, he is afraid that it is equivalent to abolishing martial arts, and the gains outweigh the losses.

On the contrary, this embroidered handicraft, although the color is not pleasing, should be a defensive artifact.

According to Niu Niang, these kinds of instruments are relatively rare. Once the blood is refined to the imperial emissary, there is no need for a unique method.

Pick up the embroidered handkerchief and throw it into the clay pot.

When the embroidered pagoda was immersed in the star-refining liquid, it immediately trembled violently, and countless starlights emerged from the water.

"Cracking..."

Along with the twinkling of stars, small sounds came one after another, like a series of firecrackers.

The sound was loud at first, but then it started to become low.

After a while, there was no difference.

Not long.

Do not ask to take out the embroidered handkerchief, and then tried to throw the flying sword in.

This time, starlight still appeared, and the reaction was violent, but the starlight fell apart in the blink of an eye.

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Fortunately, the aura on the flying sword has also been wiped out. I want to spend another year or a half without using up the original master's aura.

The second day.

The convoy hits the road.

When everyone was busy, Qin Qingrong came to Mo Qiu.

"what?"

Her words changed Mo Qiu's expression slightly:

"You plan to settle here, don't leave?"

"Not bad." Qin Qingrong's beautiful eyes drooped slightly, covering the dissatisfaction in her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Sister Ling and I are not young anymore, so we just ran into Jin Xi again and plan to settle down and live a life."

"Besides, having us following will slow you down."

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