Predecessors all over the world

If you have love and love, you will be particularly successful in your cooperation.

Huang Yuegu was very polite and was willing to share some of the profits to Yin Miaomiao, but she refused. The elder was very sorry and turned his head to Ye Zhou's head. The reason he gave was very legitimate - I hope he could serve as a guest minister

, help modify the pill recipe.

Ye Zhou was quite hesitant and couldn't help but look at Yin Miaomiao.

She said: "You can invest in technology."

The prescriptions that have been worked hard to improve before cannot be wasted. It is a little bit to make a little money. Besides, the alchemist is so expensive, and it is not a bad thing to have more income. The technology invests in the alchemy formula, not Ye Zhou himself, which can avoid a lot of ripples.

a place.

Ye Zhou understood what she meant, took out three pill recipes, put them on the table and pushed them over.

The elder took it and looked at it, showed his appreciation, praised his abilities without hesitation, and then pondered: "I think this is worth at least 30% of the profit."

"Too many," said Ye Zhou.

The elder naturally quoted a higher price. Seeing that he refused, he gave a psychological price: "Twenty percent can't be less."

Ye Zhou was not short of money and said, "Yisheng, I want to see the alchemy book of your school."

The elder pondered for a moment and nodded to make a deal.

From then on, any pill made from Ye Zhou's three pill recipes would be distributed to him 10% of his pure profit.

After talking about this unexpected business, Yin Miaomiao got to the point: "The situation in Xizhou is changing rapidly, and I will want to set off for Dongzhou tomorrow."

Nian Nujiao nodded slightly: "Okay, Huangyue Valley can help you at any time."

"The Lord of the Valley is very wise." Yin Miaomiaoyao respected a cup of tea.

Nian Nu chuckled lightly, and was full of beauty.

***

Mozhou.

Although the person I was looking for was not here, Song Zhiqiu did not leave Mozhou immediately, but wandered around - this was the case with Xingweihong's eyes.

She didn't want to go back to the ghost world, and was very curious about the unknown, so she simply followed Song Zhiqiu and asked persistently: "Where are you going? What are you going?"

"Ah Hong." Song Zhiqiu answered her countless times, "I'm looking for something, don't ask anymore."

She changed her question: "What are you looking for?"

Song Zhiqiu looked at the rolling black clouds in the distance and slowly said, "The source of the demonic energy."

Xing Weihong asked in confusion: "Isn't that the Demonic Island?"

"The Demon Continent is different from the Ghost Realm." Song Zhiqiu patiently explained, "Its correct name is Zhibei Continent, the lowest terrain among the fourteen continents. It has no sunlight all year round, and it is easy to accumulate demonic energy. Later, it is caused by demons.

Xiu moved here in a large-scale manner, so it is also called the Demonic Continent."

"Oh." She nodded, not forgetting the question just now, "What is the source of the demonic energy?"

"Theoretically, demonic energy is the same as spiritual energy, without a source, they are everywhere, only in thickness. If a demon cultivator wants to exert his strong strength, he needs an environment with rich demonic energy. Therefore, they choose Liuzhou

And Mozhou.”

Xing Weihong immediately pointed out: "No, I heard them say that Mozhou was not like this before."

"In comparison, Jingzhou has Fengchao and Jialan Temple, Qiuzhou has Xianchun, and Xizhou is only these two places suitable." Songzhiqiu Go back to the topic, "In the same amount, the demonic energy is the case.

It is easy to pollute the spiritual energy, but if the spiritual energy is much richer than the demonic energy, the demonic energy will be suppressed. If you want to convert the Taoist practice place into your own territory, the most important thing is to gather demons."

Whenever you fight, you must pay attention to the right time, place, and people. The thickness of the spirit and demon energy is the most important geographical factor in the battle between Taoism and demons. It can also be said that if a demon cultivator wants to occupy a certain territory, this is an indispensable infrastructure construction.

.

Xing Weihong asked again: "What is the magic gathering?"

"Condensing the demonic energy and speed up the speed and range of polluting the spiritual energy." Song Zhiqiu looked at her, "The last time the Dao Demon War, they used the 'magic tank'."

This aroused Xing Weihong's curiosity: "A water tank?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before." Matsunoki stood up and stretched out his arm, "It's time for us to leave."

Xing Weihong hugged his arm.

The next moment, they were already thousands of miles away, and looking around, the ground was covered with yellow sand.

This is the sea of ​​bones buried, a once famous and majestic place in Mozhou. Of course, it is also true now.

Pine Autumn swept several feet wide, and found a poplar tree that was struggling to survive in the desert. She pressed her hand on it, activated her magical powers, and communicated with it.

Xing Weihong kicked the sand under her feet and flattened her mouth: "You want to find the source, can't you just follow the demonic energy to find it? This is boring."

"Ah Hong, the demon cultivator is not stupid either." Song Zhiqiu's tone was filled with helplessness, "They will definitely try every means to hide it and not let anyone find clues."

"Then have you discovered anything?" Xing Weihong held the wooden sword, "I will practice the sword without me."

"This place is a bit special. I want to take a look again. You can practice it."

The apricot is not red in an instant.

Song Zhiqiu couldn't help but think that the sword demon was fascinated by the sword, but in the end he was retaliated against by the sword, and was assimilated as a demon. However, Ah Hong liked to practice swords but was not obsessed with swordsmanship. What would happen in the end?

The sorrow flies like willow catkins for a moment, and then disappears without a trace in a flash.

He took away his distracting thoughts and focused on integrating his mind into the poplar. Its torso, which was exposed on the yellow sand, was thin and dry, as if it would die at any time. However, under the sand, the strong and vigorous root system was extremely developed and penetrated deep into the ground.

Through these spiritual plants, he can see many hidden truths.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Zhiqiu opened his eyes and looked surprised.

There is such a place under the Sea of ​​Burying Bones?

***

Beidoutang is located in the Guanling Plain in the northeast corner of Zhongzhou. Guanling, as the name suggests, is a dangerous pass to guard the eastern line of Zhongzhou. It is continuous and steep, and has taken advantage of the geographical advantage.

After crossing this dangerous mountain, there is a large flat and fertile plain, which has nurtured the most powerful mortal country in Central China and a powerful sect known for its combat effectiveness.

When Yin Miaomiao first arrived here, he saw the open square full of sword cultivators standing sweating profusely, he couldn't help but smile: "It's almost the same as what I thought."

The temperament of Beidoutang is very similar to a sword that is unsheathed, with a sharp and full of inspiration.

"It's a fellow Taoist Su Wei." The person who came to greet him was very important. It was Gongsun Nishang, who had heard of several times, but had the first time to meet him. Her facial features were heroic but not without being gorgeous. She was dressed in red and black, and was cool and sarcastic.

Charming, a very distinctive beauty.

Yin Miaomiao said: "Fellow Daoist Gongsun, I'm lucky to meet."

"I heard you are coming, I am like a senior brother who volunteered." Gongsun Nishang went straight to the point, "You came for Mozhou's business, right?"

"Yes." Dealing with a refreshing person is a relief. Yin Miaomiao swallowed the greetings back, "I have heard from my disciples about the specific reasons, but if fellow Taoist Gongsun doesn't mind, I want to listen to it again."

Gongsun Nishang said cheerfully: "No problem, let's talk while walking."

At that time, she led the disciples of three sects to Mozhou. Because she was worried that the news would not be clear and the situation would change, she specially chose Liao Cheng as the landing point, and went to Lucheng alone to find out the news.

However, Lucheng had nothing to do. The disciples who were patrolling around and heading to Liaocheng were under unknown ambush, while the remaining Huangyue Valley was attacked by demon cultivators.

Gongsun Nishang frowned: "It's strange. I went to investigate it at that time, but no trace was left. I suspect they had entered the ghost world."

Even if the whereabouts are leaked, there is no reason and no trace. The only explanation is that they were not in the cultivation world at that time, but entered the other side of the world.

Yin Miaomiao nodded: "Someone has opened the door to the ghost world. What they should have encountered should be the flame prisons in the eighteen hells."

"No wonder." Gongsun Nishang was young among the Nascent Soul. He had only heard of the ghost world and had never been there in person, so he did not doubt it. He just sighed, "That's how things are even more complicated."

Yin Miaomiao said: "I won't mention the matter in the ghost world for now. Fellow Daoist, what I am curious is that how many people knew you planned at that time?"

"Are you asking the leaker?" Gongsun Nishang also thought about this possibility, but she said, "I made a temporary decision three days in advance. In theory, it is impossible."

The three days in the world of cultivation are as short as three minutes. Even if there are spies on the flying boat, there is not enough time to send messages back and forth. How can we arrange an ambush in such a short time?

Yin Miaomiao doesn't think so.

With Jiang Liting tampering with letters, the general destination has been set. As long as there are special methods to quickly deliver messages, it is not difficult to pinch the time.

But the family scandal should not be made public. She didn't say this and insisted: "If it's convenient, I still want to know."

Gongsun Nishang glanced at her deeply, but insisted: "There is no problem for the disciples of Beidou Hall, I can guarantee it."

"The same is true for Master Nian Gu." Yin Miaomiao was not surprised and smiled, "So did the disciples of Chongxiao Sect."

When each disciple returns to the sect, he will definitely describe this experience in detail. As long as he is not stupid, he will definitely consider the worst case and conduct a secret investigation.

Now, all three sects say there is no problem, so there is only one answer.

The one in question died in Mozhou.

The clues were broken completely.

Both sides remained silent for the next journey.

"It's here." Gongsun Nishang stopped.

Yan Baiyu's residence is very ordinary, neither big nor gorgeous. It is just an extremely ordinary wooden building with very simple styles, almost straight lines, and no trace of a carving can be found.

The only ones that can be considered decorative are probably the only ridge beasts on the roof, namely birds, tigers, waves, lightning, and mountains.

This is very different from the traditional theme of the divine beast, and Yin Miaomiao couldn't help but stop and take a closer look.

"You are so careful." Gongsun Nishang forgot the unhappiness just now and said with a smile, "This represents the five sword techniques that my senior brother has learned."

Yin Miaomiao suddenly realized.

Yan Baiyu's "The Book of Swords of All Things" is very special. Based on the Nine Sword Skills, it can evolve countless sword moves, and it has the heroic spirit of "Nine Generations of All Things".

"The master of the hall is really amazing." She praised sincerely.

Gongsun Nishang happily accepted the compliment and pushed the door in and said, "Senior Brother, fellow Taoist Su Wei is here."

In the hall of the high house, Yan Baiyu sat on the futon, holding his arms with his hands, his face tight and his expression was solemn, as if he was listening to some crucial news.

However, the Jindan monk who sat on one side reported was: "...I will remind you at the end that the martial arts venue this month has been damaged for the sixth time! The sixth time! Beidou Hall has no money to repair it!!!

”

At the end, he looked ferocious and almost roared.

Yan Baiyu: “…”

Gongsun Nishang: "Cough cough!"

The Jindan monk was silent in an instant. His cultivation level was low and he didn't feel the movement of the person coming. He accidentally fell off the face of his own hall master (if he had).

Yan Baiyu was quite calm, and a thick face and a dark heart were the essential qualities of all big shots. He nodded as if nothing had happened: "Please come in."

"Master Yan, long time no see." Since Beidou Hall is full of people who are not particular about details, Yin Miaomiao naturally cooperates to make any red tape.

Yan Baiyu glanced at her and said that they met last time was the Fengyun Club more than two hundred years ago. At that time, she was a fledgling yellow-haired girl. Apart from being clever and interesting, it was hard for him to care about anything else.

But now it's different. He couldn't help but glance at his chief manager, and the other party's eyes were full of disgust, "Look at others, look at you again."

Yan Baiyu: "..." Being a strong man is a matter of one person. Creating a powerful sect is a matter of a group of people.

He was helpless too!

The author has something to say: Huangyuegu: Be careful in budgeting and work hard to accumulate wealth

Beidoutang: Spending money is like flowing water, and it’s so poor

There is still a reason why the three major sects are sects and the seven major sects are just sects.

Another beauty comes today~~