Cultivating immortals is a hard job

The two chatted for a while, and their words were more or less tentative.

Zuo Jin wanted to learn more about this mysterious man from Mo Xun.

And Mo Xun wanted to find out more about the situation in Cangwu Mountain.

As they were talking, Mo Xun's hand flashed with black light, and he suddenly took out a scissor-shaped magic weapon.

This treasure was pitch black, with a short handle and extremely slender scissors in front.

There were some magic array patterns carved on the scissors, and three small words were written on them.

Black Demon Scissors!

"If I am not mistaken, Taoist Zuo practiced gold-attributed magic. This magic weapon has been in my hands for dozens of years, but I have never found a suitable owner. It is a good opportunity to meet you today."

Zuo Jin's eyes lit up, and his eyes fell on the black scissors.

At a glance, he could see that this was a powerful and top-grade magic weapon.

For Jindan cultivators, magic weapons are usually one for everyone, as their lifeblood.

But there are also many people who have more than one, so that they can have more means when fighting with others.

In short, the more of this thing, the better!

Zuo Jin's heart moved slightly, and he didn't know why he was suddenly given such a valuable gift.

"Brother Dao, this is..."

Looking at the magic weapon handed over by Mo Xun, Zuo Jin was suspicious and didn't know whether to accept it or not.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you try it first."

For a moment, Zuo Jin was a little at a loss.

"This... is a bit embarrassing?"

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Fellow Daoist, just take it. Anyway, it's not worth many spirit stones. Fellow Daoist Zuo, just show your appreciation. Give 70,000 or 80,000 yuan will be enough!"

70,000 or 80,000 yuan?

Zuo Jin almost stumbled and fell.

This guy still charges money!

Mo Xun controlled the avatar, without any embarrassment, and directly slapped the black scissors and stuffed them into Zuo Jin's arms.

He had forgotten which unlucky guy he got this thing from.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo will definitely not suffer a loss. This treasure is definitely the best among the gold-attributed magic weapons I have seen in my life."

Zuo Jin felt that his brain could not keep up with the rhythm.

Looking at the black scissors in his hand, he was silent for a long time!

What is this?

Forced buying and selling? Or is there something else strange?

Is there any ulterior purpose hidden in this black scissors?

After an incense stick, Zuo Jin left the tavern with a wooden face.

I am afraid that until the end, he still didn't figure out what was going on.

Just as Zuo Jin left, Lan Xin quietly came up.

"Brother, is this okay?"

Mo Xun didn't say anything, just watched Zuo Jin's disappearing back from a distance.

......

It was night, in the mountains outside the Tuoluo Gate.

A ghostly figure shuttled lightly between the trees in the ink-black, like an elf in the dark night.

The speed was so fast that it seemed like a gust of wind.

The figure was extremely agile and nimble, and disappeared in a few jumps.

This person was Lan Xin, who had been sneaking up on the mountain gate since the evening.

Fortunately, this was just the periphery of the Tuoluo Gate, otherwise Lan Xin's reckless running would have alarmed the sect's formation.

She was holding a compass-shaped object in her hand, walking and looking, and finally stopped after searching for an unknown period of time.

On the compass, a faint light was flashing at this moment.

Lan Xin's eyebrows flashed with joy, and she quickly found a hidden place to sit cross-legged, and at the same time raised her hand and scattered a handful of formation flags around.

Then, the surrounding scene changed, and it was completely hidden in the darkness.

At the same time, in a secret room of Tuoluo Gate.

Zuo Jin was also sitting cross-legged on a mat, holding the black scissors he had just bought not long ago.

To be honest, this thing is not expensive!

But he always felt that he was being calculated.

Zuo Jin was not in a hurry to refine it, but immersed his spiritual consciousness in it, carefully examined it for half an hour, and then frowned and retracted his spiritual consciousness.

Just as he noticed during the day, the treasure was a good treasure, but...

He said in a deep voice, and the strange thing was that he did not find anything unusual on it!

Could it be that the guy really just wanted to make some spiritual stones from him?

After a moment, he shook his head again.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, and things must not be that simple.

Then, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore inside and outside several times, until the second half of the night, he still couldn't figure out a clue.

And Lan Xin, who was waiting outside the sect, was quite anxious.

Things... didn't seem to be as expected by his senior brother!

It lasted until the dawn of the next day, and Lan Xin went down the mountain with some disappointment.

Back to Tiankui Tavern.

"Brother, that guy didn't seem to refine it, but he didn't put it back into the storage bag. The magic disk on it was sensing all night, which means that this guy should have studied it all night, but did nothing."

Mo Xun nodded slightly.

"Let's observe for a few days. Those who can cultivate to the late stage of Jindan are not simple people. Everyone will be more cautious about this kind of thing."

Although Mo Xun had expected it, he still felt a little regretful.

What he needs now is a drop of blood essence.

A drop of blood essence that is enough to enter the Cangwu Mountain barrier!

Once Zuo Jin refines the black scissors, it will inevitably be integrated into the blood essence. At this time, Lan Xin needs to take action.

In the next few days, Lan Xin basically stayed dormant in the mountains.

Until this day, she excitedly came to the secret room where Mo Xun practiced.

"Brother, it's done!"

Mo Xun opened his eyes, and Lan Xin's slightly tired face appeared in front of him.

"look!"

While talking, Lan Xin threw over a jade bottle.

Mo Xun caught it and didn't rush to check, but asked: "Hasn't it been discovered?"

Lan Xin blinked and smiled.

"No!"

Mo Xun smiled and nodded.

"You pack up in the next two days and prepare to go to southern Xinjiang."

Lan Xin said "Ah".

"Didn't I say that the mission is to investigate you? Why should I go to southern Xinjiang?"

Mo Xun brushed his hand across his waist, and suddenly there was a jade slip in his hand.

"There are things they need here. Find the right time to hand these things over to the people over there, and then find a place to settle down. I will ask people from the Tianjian Sect to contact you if anything happens. If so, we will inform you through them!”

On the night of the second day, Lan Xin left Qiutian City with her avatar.

Before leaving, Mo Xun specially thanked Zuo Jin.

The life of the wine shop is passed slowly in this ordinary way.

After Mo Xun integrated the essence and blood into the jade tablet, he was not in a hurry to go to Cangwu Mountain.

What happened last time needs time to settle.

However, during this period, he discovered something unusual about Qian Siniang.

On this day, on his way back from attending an exchange meeting in the city, his mind suddenly fell on a three-story attic building on the street.