Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Fire room, inside the hall.

Cheng Buzheng thought about it, and then, after organizing his words, he said slowly;

"Old man, I once saw the record of the Blood Spirit Formation in a book of travel notes in the Buddhist scripture tower. What is the connection between this and the Blood Spirit Formation of the Blood Refining Sect!"

"You mean "Xiaonan's Journey"!" The old man said in a somewhat mysterious way:

"Little friend, what do you think of that travel note?"

"That's right, it's that travel book!" Cheng Buzheng suddenly felt that the old man's tone was a bit strange, and then he said:

"Others are okay, that is, the author of the book definitely beautified the protagonist in it on purpose."

"For example, in the Jin Dynasty calendar, 2562, in July, the young and handsome monk Xiaonan killed a poisonous snake and rescued a young woman who was bathing in a pool."

"This is clearly the case that Brother Xiaonan was spying on the woman taking a bath."

"If it was just one time, and it could still be called a chance encounter, then in September of the same year, the upright and brave Xiao Nan once again saved a young woman who was taking a bath."

"Jin Kingdom calendar, 2563 years, 2565 years... etc., this is not once or twice, every one or two years, there are such similar events. "

"This is clearly the historical record of Xiao Nan's voyeurism!"

Cheng Buzheng talked eloquently, explaining one by one with numerous examples.

"Really?" The old man Nan looked a little unnatural, and then echoed:

"The old man didn't notice that there are such details in this travel book."

Immediately, he immediately changed the topic, and continued:

"That's right, the Blood Spirit Formation is also a formation unique to the Blood Refinement Sect. However, since the Blood Refinement Sect was shattered, the Blood Spirit Formation has also been spread."

"However, after the siege and destruction of the major immortal sects, it almost no longer exists in the world. Only a few evil cultivators and the remnants of the blood refinement sect will master this sect formation."

"Boy, do you know why the Blood Refining Gate will be destroyed?"

Old Nan proudly showed off his rich knowledge.

Cheng Buzheng thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty:

"It should be caused by the massacre of mortals. Mortals are the cornerstone of the great immortal sects, and most of the disciples are selected from the mortals."

"The second reason should be that the Blood Refining Sect slaughtered a large number of disciples of the various immortal sects, which has aroused the hostility of many immortal sects, and finally suffered the encirclement and suppression of many immortal sects."

Cheng Buzheng came to these two conclusions based on the information he had obtained.

"Not bad." Nan old man looked at Cheng Buzheng with satisfaction, and then said slowly:

"It's wise to be able to sum up these two points from simple news."

"The most important reason why the Blood Refining Sect was destroyed was the blood formation that is unique to the Blood Refining Sect."

"This formation is based on the blood of a large number of mortals and monks, and combined with the unique skill "Blood Refining Jue" of the Blood Refining Sect, there is a great chance of being promoted to the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"You can imagine how prosperous the Blood Refining Sect will be after thousands of years. It is doomed that the Blood Refining Sect and the other immortal sects cannot coexist."

"And every high-ranking monk is promoted from the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the disciples of the major immortal sects want to be promoted to the Foundation Establishment Stage. How difficult it is, how precious and rare the Foundation Establishment Pill is."

"At that time, how will the major immortal sects deal with themselves? This is also the blood refining sect, and they will definitely be strangled by the major immortal sects."

"This is also the area ruled by the sect. Once there are large-scale casualties among ordinary people, the sect will immediately have monks to investigate, so as to prevent the blood from refining the sect and re-emerging."

"Now the remnants of the Blood Refining Sect have become active again, and it seems that the outside world is not peaceful again."

"It's really troublesome!"

Nan old man couldn't help sighing as he spoke.

After Cheng Buzheng heard the ins and outs of the Blood Refining Sect, he couldn't help but feel the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals, and he also strengthened the concept of safe development, and everything is based on stability.

Even if you practice the foundation building period, you can't go out to surf, because it's too dangerous outside.

"Don't worry if you're old!" Cheng Buzheng raised his wine cup, respected him from a distance, and said:

"Thank you for your constant concern, boy, I respect you."

"Do it!" Old Nan said, and drank it in one gulp with extraordinary pride.

Cheng Buzheng was not stingy either, he drank heavily and then turned over the wine cup without dripping.

"Boy, be bold!" Nan old man said boldly with his old face slightly red.

It seems that the sword is still young, and its heroic spirit remains the same as before.

"Do it again!"

After drinking heavily and the flagon was empty, Cheng Buzheng bid farewell to the old man and left, blushing slightly.

Go to the fire room, the gate.

Cheng Buzheng suddenly turned his head with a teasing expression, and said to the red-faced Old Man Nan at the counter:

"Old man Nan, change that "Xiaonan's Journey" when you have time. In case your grandson or grandniece sees it someday, it will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival!"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Buzheng rushed out immediately.

heard the words.

"You son of a bitch!" Old Nan slapped the counter in front of him angrily, and said a little depressed:

"Boy, dare to make fun of the old man, right?"

"You boy wait."

Immediately, he changed his mind and said;

"You son of a bitch, what you said is not bad. If one day my grandniece sees it, the old man's fame will be ruined."

"What's more, the old man told his niece and granddaughter about his glorious deeds when he was young. Although there are billions of points in detail, there is also a basis for facts, and it is not a random fabrication."

Thinking of this, old man Nan quickly stood up and walked out. As for his eldest grandson, he was not in his consideration. He believed that the little fat man didn't have the guts to threaten him with this matter.

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After Cheng Buzheng got out of the fire room, he felt dizzy, and a sentence came to his mind;

"Drinking does not drive the clouds, driving the clouds does not drink, driving the clouds is not standardized, relatives cry two lines."

When he thought of this, mana surged in his dantian, and a strong smell of alcohol radiated from him.

immediately.

Cheng Buzheng struck out a spell with both hands, and after a while.

A gray spirit cloud rose from under his feet, and flew towards Xianquan Peak and Fenglu Pavilion.

After the handover was completed, he didn't stay any longer, and flew directly into the wooden house, packed up and prepared to go out for retreat.

Inside the cabin.

Cheng Buzheng put away several storage bags full of furniture and decorations in the cave.

Then, he removed the wooden bed, pried open a piece of the floor, and placed a spirit animal bag inside, Cheng Buzheng put it into his arms, and then put the floor and the wooden bed back in place.

Cheng Buzheng stood inside the wooden house, playing a magic formula with both hands, and a layer of spiritual light shone outside the wooden house.

After a breath.

That layer of aura dissipated, and three formation flags flew into his palm, which was the early warning formation of the wooden house.

After Cheng Buzheng put it in the storage bag, he looked around again, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he walked directly to the door.

After leaving the wooden door, it was closed again, and a wooden sign was hung on the wooden door, with the word 'going out' written on the front of the wooden sign.

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng stood outside the wooden door and played a formula with both hands.

A gray spirit cloud rose from under his feet and flew towards the entrance and exit of the sect's formation.