Fantasy: I start as an old man, and others practice for me

After Qin Mian sorted things into categories, he called Song Rui over.

"Uncle Qiyu, everything is here."

The words were very respectful.

Song Rui glanced at him, walked over and took two hundred middle-grade spirit stones and all lower-grade spirit stones, a spirit beast bag.

The rest of the things were all put away by Qin Mian.

"Uncle Junior, you always take more middle-grade spirit stones, the lower-grade spirit stones are too slow to replenish consumption. This trip to the secret realm depends on you.

"It's okay, it makes no difference to me."

In addition to the spirit stones obtained from Long Tao of the Purple Sun Sect before, his previous reserves had already filled the spirit storage space, and there was still left.

Therefore, Song Rui had little demand for spirit stones.

"What about healing and elixirs? These are necessities in the secret realm. Uncle Junior better pick some.

"I didn't use those things."

Now in this Xuantian Secret Realm, Song Rui, who has the ultimate martial arts of the Heaven Order and is also a foundation building cultivation, faces a group of gas refining rookies, which is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

"You put these things away first, and then share them with Qi Yun."

"Okay. Then I will take the place of junior brothers and sisters first.

Qin Mian silently sorted out his things.

Song Rui put the gray spirit marten into the spirit beast bag.

Speaking of this little guy, it is also fateful.

Originally, its life and death were only between the thought of the female cultivator of the Beast Taming Gate.

But at that time, the female cultivator's mentality was already on the verge of collapse, blindly begging for mercy to live, but did not care about letting the spirit beast accompany the burial.

When he was resting just now, Song Rui had already replanted the beast soul seal on it, and now the little guy can be regarded as Song Rui's spirit beast.

It's just that due to the death of the previous master, the soul seal suffered a lot of injuries under the backlash, and at this moment he could only nest in the spirit beast bag to recuperate.

After cleaning up, Qin Mian briefly introduced the matter to Song Rui.

"Do you remember the way you came?"

"If you go back to Uncle Junior, I still remember the general direction."

"Let's go, go find Bai Ling and them."

Next, Qin Mian only cared about hurrying, occasionally stopping to clarify the direction against the reference object.

At this time, what kept flashing in his mind was the previous scene.

That scene was intertwined, and in Qin Mian's mind, a brand new "Uncle Song" was formed.

The old image of "Uncle Song" who is lewd, unmotivated, and has been changed by shit luck has been strongly broken.

And the one that broke it all.

It is the indifference in the face of strong enemies.

It's the dashing that waves away.

It's the ruthlessness of the hot hand that destroys the flower.

In the final analysis, it is that absolute strength.

At this moment, in Qin Mian's heart, there was only awe left for Song Rui's senses. This awe was even stronger than when facing the head of the Tianfeng True Person.

And the same awe was the same that overwhelmed him to speak.

Originally, there was no one in this secret realm, and there was a big stuffy gourd on the side, and Song Rui was uncomfortable.

"I said Master Qin nephew, I know that you are a cultivation maniac in the sect, but I don't know that you are such a boring person when you are fine. I already knew that the few of you should have sent Bai Ling's girl to find me when we had discussed it. Listening

to Song Rui's complaints, Qin Mian was unstable on his feet and almost fell.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and consumption, the two of them used the light body technique to hurry.

"Ah~ Uncle Junior, a few of us were not thoughtful at that time, and we turned back to receive punishment."

"You're an elm head, is this the point of what I'm talking about?"

A few black lines hung down from Song Rui's brain.

"The disciple is stupid, and I ask my uncle for forgiveness."

While flying away, Qin Mian even turned his upper body and saluted Song Rui with his fists in both hands.

Song Rui was angry.

"Hey ~ This left sentence uncle, right sentence uncle, before your young disciples called me 'old coffin bowl' sounds comfortable."

Qin Mian was stunned and did not dare to accept this sentence.

However, after listening to Song Rui's words, Qin Mian still felt hot in his heart and gradually relaxed.

Junior Uncle Song is still the same Uncle Song.

"Uncle Master."

"Huh?"

......

"Don't grind it, just say something."

"To be honest, Senior Nephew, I really didn't expect your old man to come this far. Of course, I am sincerely happy. It's just..." "

Just what?"

"It's just that I really can't figure it out. Uncle, your old man lives a leisurely and comfortable life every day, never cultivating, why did he suddenly complete the refinement of qi?

"Silly boy. There are no good years, but someone is carrying the weight for me.

Song Rui smiled after saying and continued to walk forward.

Left alone with Qin Mian, messy in the wind~

......

In this big daylight, walking this way, somehow, no one saw it.

Seeing that the sun had come to the second half, the two were a little impatient in their hearts.

Until the same bell sounded.

The two looked at each other, they could see the joy in each other's eyes, and they hurriedly increased their speed.

The distance of fifty miles, under the speed bonus of facing each other, the two sides will appear in each other's field of vision after a while.

Song Rui chuckled in his heart.

Because there are only two people on the opposite side.

Bai Ling and Qi Yun.

Wei Zhen was nowhere to be seen.

The two sides meet.

The pale-faced Bai Ling supported Qi Yun, who was covered in injuries, his face was full of grievances, guilt, and a trace of relief for the rest of his life after the disaster.

"Senior Uncle Song, Senior Brother Qin. Junior Brother Wei... Junior Brother Wei, he's gone..."

After Bai Ling finished speaking, he couldn't control it anymore and cried out loudly.

That sad look is like seeing a child of his parents.

Qi Yun beside him, a seven-foot man, an iron-boned man who can't shed tears even if he bleed, also had tears in his eyes at this time.

In the sect, Wei Zhen was the closest to him, and the two were like brothers.

"What's going on? Junior Brother Wei... How did Junior Brother Wei encounter an accident?

Qin Mian asked urgently, his voice trembling.

Song Rui sank like water on the side, closing his eyes and not saying a word.

Qi Yun tried his best to control his emotions, telling the story of the incident in a low voice, and when he talked about Wei Zhen's murder, he choked up several times and couldn't continue.

The cause of the matter was before the discovery of the first birth elixir garden.

When the four of them gathered to look for Song Rui, they revealed their tracks, and happened to be seen by a disciple of the Lingyuan Sect.

That Lingyuan Sect disciple thought that the four members of the Dao Li Sect had discovered some secret, so he quietly followed behind a few people.

And Bai Ling and the others did not notice it because they were worried about Song Rui, who was alone outside.

As a result, the man was beaten crookedly.

......

The clash between the two sides was at dawn the next day.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that Qin Mian, who had left earlier, would go and return, or maybe something else important had happened.

The man only waited for a fellow doorman to launch a sneak attack.

Caught off guard, Qi Yun and Wei Zhen were injured, but Bai Ling was safe and sound under the protection of the two.

After a hard fight, Wei Zhen exchanged injuries for wounds, fought for his life, and finally wounded one of the enemies.

As a result, he was shattered by another person's close body and died.

After that, the two of Ling Yuanzong retreated.

After Bai Ling and Qi Yun buried Wei Zhen's body, they found a secret place to hide until they met Song Rui.

After Qi Yun finished speaking, he was already in tears.

"Uncle Master."

"Junior Brother Wei still took my hand before he died, telling me that the Lingyuan Sect was powerful, and told me not to take revenge.

I... I can't do it, Uncle.

Song Rui stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will let everyone in the Lingyuan Sect give Master Wei a burial."

The cold voice seemed to come from Huangquan Jiuyou....