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In the end, Yan Nu and Li Xiang and others said goodbye. Shen Leling and Feng Junyou both said they would go to the treasury to pick something up, and then left Huaxian and fled to the world.

Yan Nu had nothing to choose from, so he stood on the street outside the treasury and looked at the city silently.

Recalling Zhou Shi's expression of joy as if he had sent away a scourge, he felt a little disappointed.

Growing up, he was always working, working, working.

Always wait passively and accept whatever comes.

Looking back suddenly, the most memorable thing was actually fighting out of the rebel army with Ah Weng when we were young...

It wasn't until he made a big fuss at Chashan Castle that he finally felt happy.

That day, he seemed to be ignited. He was full of energy and determined to achieve peace in the world, but he was actually very confused in his heart.

This time, he finally took the initiative to do something big. Although he was happy to get rid of the Zhang family, he was not satisfied with everything.

He has no idea how the world can be peaceful. This time, it seems that he has changed nothing.

"Brother Jiang, what are you thinking about?" Huang Banyun has been accompanying him. This is the first time he has seen Yan Nu meditating so intently.

Yan Nu replied honestly: "I feel that I am too weak."

"..." When Huang Banyun heard this, he felt a little bit unable to continue talking.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Are you still weak? You are already strong, and you can get even stronger... If you feel that you don't know any moves, I can teach you marksmanship."

Yan Nu asked expectantly: "Can your marksmanship bring peace to the world?"

"..." Huang Banyun twitched the corner of his mouth, regretting mentioning his own marksmanship.

He took a breath and said: "If you want to achieve peace, you must first bring peace to the world. You cannot rely on force alone. You must have the talent to understand the world."

Yan Nu asked: "Are you?"

"..." Huang Banyun looked embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm not. Although I've been studying since I was a child, I've mostly been practicing martial arts."

Yan Nu said distressedly: "Then where can I find such a talented person who knows the world?"

Huang Banyun felt a little dizzy and said helplessly: "They will find a way to pacify the world, so why do you and I need to worry?"

Yan Nu said firmly: "But I don't want to wait any longer. I want to do something by myself."

Huang Banyun took a breath: "Brother Jiang, all the great talents in this world are in the family, so what if we find them?"

He just didn't say it clearly that no great man in the world would listen to a fool like Yan Nu.

Yan Nu frowned, then suddenly relaxed: "Can you teach me?"

"Ah? Teach you marksmanship?"

"Teach me how to read." Yan Nu saw that many people spoke clearly and eloquently, citing scriptures. He only regretted that he had never read.

Seeing his firm gaze, Huang Banyun nodded and said, "Of course, I'll go get some books and take them with me on the way."

After the Zhang Mansion was captured, a large number of books belonging to the Zhang family were naturally without owners. Zhou Shi had already collected them for safekeeping, so he just went to beg for a few books.

Yan Nu was also about to go back to the treasury to find Shen Leling, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling from behind him.

"Brother, thank you for defeating those evil people!"

The one who spoke was the little boy in front of the medicine shop. He approached Yan Nu very boldly.

Behind him was his mother, a little timid, but she still followed and bowed to Yan Nu in gratitude.

Yan Nu immediately laughed, squatted down and asked, "Are you full now?"

The little boy nodded heavily, and his mother said: "Thanks to you, every household has received money and food..."

At this time, there were more people in the distance. Seeing that Yan Nu was approachable, they surrounded him.

"It was him, that young general who killed all the Zhang family."

"He is a monster..."

"But he saved us..."

They all recognized Yan Nu. He had previously left a deep impression on the people by blowing up countless shops in the East Market, riding a horse with a gun through the streets and alleys, and killing countless scholars.

It was just that the rebels spread propaganda everywhere that Yan Nu was a monster and not the same as them. This made the people feel frightened. They did not dare to approach Yan Nu when they saw him in a daze on the street.

Now that they saw that the little boy was fine when he was close, they followed him to thank him.

Yan Nu chatted with them, very happy, and his disappointment was gone.

He realized that although many things were unsatisfactory, he still worked hard to change some things.

That being the case, he just needs to keep working hard.

…

On the other side, Shen Leling was in the treasury, looking at the cultivation resources hoarded by the Zhang family and picking and choosing.

"It's really mediocre, nothing good."

"Most of them are alchemy materials and are of no use to me."

Shen Leling muttered, and in the end only took away fifty kilograms of chalcedony and twelve red Ganoderma lucidum.

Among various materials, except for jade, only those from plants and trees can be directly absorbed by monks for cultivation without processing.

"You are really ignorant..." Feng Junyou pointed to a jar and said, "This contains the best Songling wine!"

"Songling wine? What's the use?" Shen Leling looked across the jar and couldn't smell anything special except the smell of wine.

Feng Junyou smiled: "This wine was invented by Liu Ling, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. He found a thousand-year-old pine in the mountains, put the best medicinal wine in a ceramic wine jar, and buried it under the ancient pine. Nine years later, he dig it out."

"On the wine vat, gold powder and fire paint should be used to draw the 'Gui Zang Formation'. This combination with the ancient pines and the wine from the mountains will form the trend of the five elements returning to the Tibetan areas. Through this method, the essence of the ancient pines and the sun and the moon will be absorbed into the wine. "

"Songling wine is amber in color and has a restrained spiritual energy that ordinary people cannot smell. It has the effect of prolonging life. A pound of it for a monk can equal one year of cultivation."

Shen Leling was greatly surprised. One pound of drinking was enough to last a year. Isn't this even more powerful than chalcedony?

She looked at the big jar: "Okay, okay, such a big jar weighs forty pounds at least!"

Unexpectedly, the most precious thing in the Zhang family was such an ordinary jar of wine.

Drink them all and refine all the medicine's power. That's forty years of cultivation.

This is different from the vitality provided by Yan Nu's water talisman, which only adds mana.

This wine can increase all three aspects of Yuan Shen, Yuan Qi, and Yuan Jing. Shen Leling only has twenty years of cultivation. After refining this wine, he can reach sixty years in one jump, which is tripled.

"It's a good thing I have you, otherwise I would have missed such a good thing." Shen Leling rushed forward to open the seal, opened her mouth and drank, and the wine poured into her mouth like a bunch.

Feng Junyou said proudly: "Of course, I, Hongnong Drunkard, am not a vain person."

He is the best drinker in his life. Even if he has never drank before, he still wants to find out clearly.

Except for some rare immortal wines, he knew most of the wines in the world, including many medicinal wines and spiritual wines that were comparable to elixirs.

"Hey! Don't drink it all! Leave half of it for me!" Feng Junyou saw that Shen Leling was going to swallow it all, so he quickly jumped on him and sucked it up.

It's not that he covets these cultivations, it's mainly that he was a former alcoholic who had been imprisoned for fifty years and had never had a drop of alcohol, so he was already starving to death.

"Hululu!"

The two of them drank desperately, and the jar of wine was quickly drained.

Feng Junyou tried his best to absorb it, but Shen Leling's water control skills were exquisite and he couldn't take it away.

There were a total of forty kilograms, and Shen Leling drank thirty kilograms.

However, the effect of the medicine has not been digested, so the thirty kilograms of wine cannot be digested.

At this moment, Shen Leling's weight increased by thirty kilograms, and his whole body became plump.

Her eyes were wide open, and she suddenly felt a little drunk.

"You are so greedy, woman! Do you still want to keep the treasure I am looking for?" Feng Junyou felt sorry for this jar of wine.

"Don't worry, can I give you all the chalcedony?" Shen Leling chuckled, his voice as charming as silk.

"..." Feng Junyou saw her like this and couldn't help asking: "Have you never drank before?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Feng Junyou's scalp was numb, this banshee was actually drunk!

I thought to myself: She wouldn't go crazy with alcohol and tear up my copper contract, would she?

"Okay, okay, just drink it." Feng Junyou quickly comforted her, not daring to offend her, and immediately rolled the chalcedony into his body.

Chalcedony is only fifty pounds, one pound is worth half a year, and can increase one's cultivation by twenty-five years.

Including the ten years of drinking, Feng Junyou still made five years of profit!

Didn’t this woman even settle her accounts after drinking?

"Let's go!" Feng Junyou had a headache: "There is another 'dog owner' who may come out at any time. His magic weapon is very good, and he is willing to give it to the dog. He is either a superb person or good at refining the weapon."

"Even if the strength is not that great, there are still monks from the Zhang family in Jiuhua Mountain."

"Other minor cultivators are nothing, but that Zhang Tong is a great expert in the calamity period. No matter who the Zhang family wants to destroy me, it was Zhang Tong who killed me with his own hands and enslaved me for fifty years..."

"I am not qualified to seek revenge from him now. I can only take one step at a time."

Shen Leling left the treasury jumping up and down. Hearing this, he laughed wildly.

"What are you doing?" Feng Junyou said speechlessly: "What's so funny about this?"

Shen Leling chuckled and said happily: "Zhang Tong has died a long time ago. Even Yan Nu knows about this, but you don't know?"

Feng Junyou was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils trembled: "Zhang Tong is dead?"

He didn't bother to ask. When he saw Yan Nu in the distance, he immediately called out.

Yan Nu reluctantly said goodbye to the people, turning back three times with one step, waving his hands with a silly smile.

When he reached Feng Junyou, the old ghost pulled Yan Nu and asked: "I heard that Zhang Tong, the ancestor of the Zhang family, is dead? Is it true?"

Yan Nu said: "He is dead. The Zhang family held a large-scale memorial ceremony and killed many cows and deer."

Feng Junyou was shocked. There was a large-scale memorial ceremony. This was an attempt to make Zhang Tong a ghost cultivator!

"Then what?"

Yan Nu recalled: "Then they cried and mourned for a long time."

When Feng Junyou heard this, he realized that Zhang Tong might really be dead!

It is not easy to become a ghost cultivator. If you are killed by someone until your body and soul are destroyed, you are not even qualified to be a ghost.

Even if a ray of true spirit escapes, it must be sacrificed within seven days, otherwise it will completely dissipate into the world.

"Where did Zhang Tong die?" Feng Junyou said in an extremely excited tone.

"Nine Dragons Demon Cave, where else could it be..." Shen Leling said, jumping on Yan Nu's back, hugging him, lying on Yan Nu's shoulders and closing his eyes as if he wanted to sleep.

Yan Nu was confused, so he bent down slightly to let her sleep well.

Feng Junyou cried with joy: "Dead...dead..."

He really didn't know about this. The Zhang family had been hiding it from him. Zhang Quan even told him that he was practicing supernatural powers. That's bullshit! It turns out that Zhang Tong is dead!

The old guy is dead, he is finally dead! Why did he die?

Feng Laogui secretly grieved, but at the same time felt regretful that he had no regrets about taking revenge with his own hands.

In his excitement, a tear suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye and fell into his palm. These were ghost tears.

Ghosts have no tears unless they have a big obsession that is resolved.

And these teardrops, condensed but not scattered, can last forever in the world, and are one of the core materials for practicing the Nine Transformations Golden Elixir.

The nine-turn golden elixir is completed, and one can ascend to immortality by taking it.

However, the extraordinary cultivators know that the formula for the Nine Transformations Golden Pill is circulated among many great masters in fragments, and only the six major Immortal Sects have complete copies.

Feng Junyou lowered his head and stared blankly at the drop of ghost tears. He only realized that this thing was probably a precious treasure of heaven and earth, but he didn't know how to use it.

"What's wrong with her?" Yan Nu smelled the smell of alcohol while carrying Shen Leling on his back.

Feng Junyou's obsession was solved, and he felt open-minded and said casually: "She? She's drunk. Fortunately, she was just sleeping and not going crazy with alcohol... Otherwise, she can't be allowed to drink in the future."

At this time, Huang Banyun was carrying a box of books and catching up on horseback.

Feng Junyou nodded: "Let's go east first. Wait until the banshee wakes up before we consider where to go."

"Then go to the north." Yan Nu said.

Feng Junyou spread his hands and said it didn't matter.

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p.s: Sorry. Luo Yan, don't worry, all the original manuscripts have been scrapped. I'm going to write a short story about containment and let you appear again.