The handwriting on the scroll was so blurry, as if it was soaked in water, leaving only faint traces of ink. Mu Xingqiu observed for a long time but could not see the reason. He just confirmed that this was definitely different from the magic text left by Yi Shijun before. At this time, footsteps came from outside, and he hurriedly put away the scroll.

Yang Qingyin stood at the door, "Are you practicing boxing?"

“I haven’t started practicing yet.”

"Then let's go out for a walk with me."

"Um?"

"Hey, don't use this tone, as if I'm going to trick you. I just met a very fun Taoist priest from Qishan. He wanted to get to know the only successor of the Ninxin Department of the Ninja Department of the Ninja Department of the Ninja Department."

"But……"

"How rare is the Taoist priest of Qishan. In addition to the wooden Taoist priests next to Qishan Immediate Platform, how many Taoist priests can you meet in Qishan? Especially those who are willing to speak."

It is indeed very rare. The Taoist priest of Zhaoshan is known as the "hermit", but occasionally you can run into one or two people. People come and go to the bustling Qi Mountain, but it is extremely difficult to see his Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest of Qishan is named Yang Qingyuan. Although the words in the middle are different, they sound like Yang Qingyin is of the same generation. When the two first met, they did indeed rank the scores. After turning up for three generations, Yang Qingyin immediately ended the game. She didn't want to be several generations shorter than the other party at once.

When Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin came to the beach, Yang Qingyuan and Fangfang were sitting on a piece of slump of land and chatting happily. The bald man stood vigilantly between the two, looking back from time to time. When he saw Xiaoqiu's figure, he immediately cheered loudly, feeling relieved.

The sunset has completely fallen below the sea surface, leaving only a touch of dark red, like burning more than half of the charcoal, the beach is flat, the waves are lazy, and there are a few logs placed horizontally from far and near, staggered for rest.

The night at Zhaoshan was not very dark. When Qishan disciple Yang Qingyuan heard the cheers from his head, he immediately stood up and politely presented Taoist rituals to the newcomers.

This is a handsome young man with a calm and shy look that those who are well-read about poetry and books show on his face, and he seems to be a little uncomfortable with this party.

He came to Qishan to refine jade Ruyi, and was a step later than the disciples of Pangshan. He missed the best time for making jade in Shuyuke. He had to wait until tomorrow, while walking on the beach to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Zhaoshan, he met Pangshan disciples Qin Lingshuang and Yang Qingyin.

Several people greeted each other again. Even the bald man used two strands of hair to make a polite gesture of Taoist rituals, leaving only a strand of hair to support it, and he couldn't help but stagger.

Yang Qingyuan is a disciple of the Qishan Forbidden Secretology, so he has many topics with Fangfang. After Yang Qingyin and Mu Xingqiu joined, he became a chat. The Qishan disciple was not cold at all. He soon became familiar with Pangshan disciples and cited scriptures and was quite talkative.

It turns out that most of the disciples of Qishan live on the five islands on the east side, and the rules are extremely strict. Any disciple who goes to other islands without permission will be expelled from the pill at one time. "The staff of Qishan are complicated and Taoist demons are mixed. In order not to affect the disciples' practice, such strict precepts will be formulated."

"But why does Qishan protect the demons? Do you have to do their business?" Yang Qingyin asked. Although she is the daughter of the Taoist sect, she has never figured out this truth.

"There is no way. Although the Taoist priests and the demon clan are enemies, they still need to communicate with each other. The land of monsters is vast and boundless, and is filled with a large number of unclean aura left by the ancient demon clan. It is very troublesome for Taoists to go deep into it. The demon clan can travel freely without them. Without them, the Honglu, Divine Worker, Shuyu, and Lanzhu are probably unsustainable."

"Why is the market arranged in Qishan? It is the farthest away from the monsters." Mu Xingqiu asked.

"In this way, the connection between the demon clan and the demon land can be cut off. They can only cross the ocean little by little. In fact, the demon clan has more demands for various items in the Taoist dynasty and the Holy Talisman Dynasty. As for the southern squads, most of them are beast monsters with low intelligence, so they are not afraid of it."

"We still have to go to Luanjing Mountain to participate in the war. The sirens are quite powerful, like the world-destroying Xuanwu and the Iron-Ring Dragon." Yang Qingyin didn't want the enemy he was going to face to be "not afraid of".

"Well, the sirens this time are a little different. It is said that a large number of Northern Demons participated and actually convinced strange beasts like Destroyed Xuanwu, but they would not succeed. Didn't the Iron-Ringed Dragon Clan betray the demon clan? The Dragon King Yin Shengqian went to Qishan in person and said that the Iron-Red Dragon Clan was excluded. He also promised that as long as the Taoist sect could open the Internet, many sirens tribes would withdraw from the war."

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang looked at each other and said, "We have seen a group of dragons on the sea. They seem to be Yin Shengqian's tribe members. They look... quite happy, and they don't seem to be hiding from the demon clan at all."

Yang Qingyuan was just a Taoist priest in the breathing realm. He didn't know much about the overall situation and said a long time ago, "Even if Yin Shengqian had a conspiracy, he could not hide the Taoist priests. Maybe the higher Taoist priests pretended to accept it, but they were actually prepared secretly."

Nine masters gathered together in Jingshan, and several lowly Taoist priests did not need to be too concerned about the movements of the demon clan. Yang Qingyin only hoped to refine the main magic weapon soon so that she could participate in the upcoming battle.

The topic quickly turned to the unlucky thing in Yashan. Yang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, "The Taoist disciples are lucky, and they were released after testing. Those casual cultivators and demon clans are not good. Even if the spiritual power of the sword washing pool on their clothes has been absorbed, they cannot leave the market. It is said that Yashan is worried that Du Fangfeng will use special means to transfer some of the spiritual power to someone. Now it cannot be detected, but it will take effect in the future."

Mu Xingqiu quietly pressed the treasure bag on his waist, feeling uneasy, hoping to end the journey of refining magic weapons as soon as possible. No matter what, he would return to Pangshan and tell Lin Sa about the blood drop.

"What if you lose a little spiritual power? Can Yashan Sword Washing Pool still dry up?" The bald man inserted and squeezed his eyes at Yang Qingyin. The water grab plan did not even have a chance to be implemented. He was the only person who regretted it.

The two disciples of the Forbidden Secret Sect looked at each other. They knew more about these things. In the end, Yang Qingyuan spoke, "Yashan Sword Washing Pool is not simple. It is a treasure left by the first generation of the third ancestors. Even if it is just a drop of spiritual power leaks, it will destroy the whole and reduce the effect. There is actually another reason why Yashan has not allowed outsiders to approach the Sword Washing Pool in recent years. I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect Du Fangfeng to use this move."

Mu Xingqiu became more and more uneasy. He knew the importance of the treasures of the mountain. But when he thought of the various rude behaviors of Taoist priest Yashan, he decided that Taoist priests such as the Old Ancestor Peak came forward to solve the problem. Even if he wanted to return the drop of blood in the end, he did not want to come forward by himself.

"Can a drop of blood... a drop of spiritual power be able to wash magic weapons?" Mu Xingqiu touched the bald man's head with a quick look. He was still worried about his problem.

"This... I don't know much." Yang Qingyuan said embarrassedly, suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Have you been to Xingshan Demon-Battle Cave?"

Several people nodded, and Mu Xingqiu asked: "Has Xingshan found out the cause of the vibration?"

Yang Qingyuan happened to be one hour later than Pangshan’s disciples, and he saw more. “It was found out that several prisoners wanted to rush out of the demon-pulling cave, but naturally they were defeated.” Yang Qingyuan stared at Mu Xingqiu, “I heard that these prisoners seem to be related to Nianxin.”

Yang Qingyin suddenly realized, "It turns out that the descendants of the Nianxin Science and Technology were locked up in the Demon-Bao Cave. When the disciples of the same sects left, they thought they could be saved... Mu Xingqiu, didn't you feel the voice of your predecessors? You used to be the best at this in the Patriarch's Tower."

Yang Qingyuan's eyes flashed, revealing more curiosity. Mu Xingqiu raised his head and pretended to think for a while, "No, if something special is really happening, the Taoist priests in Xingshan probably wouldn't let me go."

This sentence ended the discussion. Yang Qingyuan was a little disappointed, "It's right. The descendant of Nianxin - I'm not talking about the fellow Taoists, but those of the previous generations - deserved the sin. If they escape, the world will be in chaos again."

"Do you know the Nianxin Catalog? Why did the previous descendants be locked in the Demon-Bao Catalog?" Mu Xingqiu was always very curious about Nianxin Catalog, but Taoist Pang Shan was unwilling to talk to him in detail, saying that he would understand until the realm of Gu Xia.

The methods of cultivating disciples in each Taoist priest of the banned secret science in the state of breathing are different. Yang Qingyuan is also a Taoist priest of the banned secret science in the state of breathing. However, the fields of permission to contact are much wider than Fangfang, and he really has some understanding of the Nianxin Science. Therefore, he is quite content with a sense of satisfaction, and a mystery appears in his voice.

"Nianxin Ke is obsessed with quick-forming spells and boxing techniques, and looks down on the slower but more powerful Five Elements spells. It is nothing, the eighteen Taoist dynasties complement each other. But——" Yang Qingyuan looked at Mu Xingqiu with a strange look, "The descendants of the Nianxin Ke abused the mortal fate and the Taoist fate, which harmed many Taoist priests, and they were locked in the Demon-Bao Cave because of this."

"Abuse of all kinds of fate, Taoist fate?" Mu Xingqiu was shocked. He always thought that Nianxin Ke had committed some serious crimes, but he did not expect that this was the case.

"Under normal circumstances, Taoist priests will only experience one ordinary fate in their lives. Taoist priests - some people don't even have to pass the love tribulation - after cutting off, they will make their practice progress by leaps and bounds. The descendants of the Minxin Science use this to frequently make relationships and frequently break relationships to achieve the goal of rapidly improving their strength. Although it is not in accordance with the rules, it is nothing, but they only care about their own practice. Regardless of whether the other party has reached the moment of quitting the relationship, it has delayed the practice of many Taoist priests. Some of them are originally quite powerful, but they stop moving forward."

Yang Qingyin and Bald Zi laughed at the same time, and their eyes looked at Mu Xingqiu differently. Fangfang smiled with her lips and felt it was interesting. Only Mu Xingqiu felt angry and finally understood why Lin Sa always wanted to speak and stopped, "I will never do that."

"Of course." Yang Qingyuan said in a casual tone, "There is a trend of one subject. The mind-minded subject has been interrupted for many years and the trend has also been cut off. Friends who admire Taoists can choose to take the right path."

After saying that, Yang Qingyuan suddenly stood up, "Oh, it's time for late cultivation. It's a great honor to meet a few fellow Taoists today. I hope I will have a chance to meet again in the future."

"After you refine magic weapons, go to Luanjing Mountain to kill demons." Yang Qingyin warmly sent out an invitation.

Yang Qingyuan thought for a while and smiled, "Okay, as a Taoist priest, you must have some experience of killing demons and eliminating demons. Then that's it, see you again in the Chaoshui Mountain."

Several people bid farewell to each other, and Yang Qingyuan said to Fangfang specifically: "As far as I know, there is also a senior brother in the Qishan Ban Secret Department who is studying the art of breaking alchemy. It is better to contact each other after we go back, either to Pangshan or Qishan to help the two fellow Taoists get together. Alas, we don't know about Qishan, we are really sorry."

Fangfang agreed and Yang Qingyuan said goodbye and left. Yang Qingyin was still laughing uncontrollably, and the bald man said loudly: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you will make more common relationships in the future and be in the future."

Mu Xingqiu ignored anyone and thought to himself that this is the reason why the eleventh level of the Ninhinic Heart Department is progressing rapidly, and he will never follow this path.

Several people were about to go back to their room to rest, when a group of Taoist priests ran away, all of whom were scrambling to shout Mu Xingqiu's name.

Yang Qingyin looked for a while and said in surprise: "Isn't that the Taoist priest from Yashan and Xingshan?"

Mu Xingqiu's heart sank.
Chapter completed!