"Nonsense! Someone in my family has been to the Western Regions, why haven't you heard what you said, what blood sacrifices or people-to-many pitfalls? Don't you just talk nonsense..."

Yuan Qingwei's eyes changed and he saw another table, where there were six people, four men in black standing, protecting the table in the center.

The remaining two sitting were women, one wearing a purple dress and half a mask covering her face above the bridge of her nose.

Another person looks like he is not old last year, sixteen or seven years old, wearing a simple palace outfit with a beautiful appearance and a better skin than snow.

At this time, the girl was loudly refuting the remarks of the storyteller above, and her angry expression surprised the people around her.

In their opinion, there is no problem with what the storyteller said. After all, the Demon Sect is not a great sin? Can it save the world and save people?

‘Interesting!’ Yuan Qingwei looked at the woman. Her cultivation and appearance could not attract Yuan Qingwei’s attention, but her aura was a bit strange, and it seemed to be related to the boy she was concerned about.

Yuan Qingwei, who has many gods and even the virtual heavenly emperor, has his own understanding of the qi. He can see that the connection between the two people's qi is not born from acquired social interaction, but is formed by innate entanglement.

‘It’s really more and more interesting!’ Yuan Qingwei picked up the teacup, took a breath, and watched the farce below gradually fade, and both sides returned to the guest room to rest.

Then, the young men who were entangled with causality met again late at night.

"It's a good thing this guy can tell...it's what makes the girl laugh..." Yuan Qingwei leaned on the eaves and spoke with a smile, while behind him was the woman in a mask.

"Who are you?" The woman's breath changed all over her body, and a trace of dark aura was wrapped around her palm, jumping on her fingertips like flames. The invisible breath gushed out, but she could not rush out of the one-meter range centered on Yuan Qingwei.

"It doesn't matter who I am? What matters is what is about to happen soon." After Yuan Qingwei finished speaking, he turned into a faint fluorescence and disappeared, leaving only one sentence in the air.

"In order not to cause variables, can you please sleep first?"

A trace of confusion flowed through the woman's pupils, and then she walked down like the shadow of the night.

"Aunt Shen, you are here!" The girl looked at the woman and said softly.

"That guy is a subordinate of the Qingcheng Sect." Aunt Shen's voice was soft but erratic, unlike a human, but closer to a ghost: "The leader with him is Xiao Yi, who is most likely to take over as the head of this generation of Qingcheng disciples."

"The other two, the one holding the sword should be the Ice Po Sword Master of this generation. Although I have heard that the Ice Po Han Light Sword is in the hands of the Qingcheng Sect, there has been no substantial evidence. This time, it has solved my doubts over the years!"

"As for the other two, I don't know the origin. They should be the younger generation who stood out in the Qingcheng School in recent years."

When the girl heard this, she smiled slightly and said, "Then we know another one now. The fool who just passed by was named Lu Ping. He also said that his name is Ping An Ping, ordinary Ping."

When Aunt Shen heard this, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, and the next moment she whispered: "Peace, ordinary?"

The girl fell into silence when she heard this.

The next day, two groups of people left the inn almost for a long time and walked westward to a steep and towering mountain with more rocks and few trees and few steep trees. Yuan Qing stood above the nine heavens, and watched them fight and encounter danger through the Sancai Vision Mirror.

In the end, after Lu Ping and the girl were both swept into the underground river by a wave of water, they untouched the influence of Aunt Chen's illusion. Aunt Chen, who noticed that she was affected by the illusion, looked at the direction of the girl's disappearance and immediately turned around and left.

After they left, Yuan Qingwei followed the breath he had left on Lu Ping's body and came to a gravel.

The three talents observe the movement mirror reflects it. After the two people left inside, Yuan Qingwei entered it with the method of earth escape.

He cast a magic spell to impose the falling rocks around him, and looked at the stone tablet in the center of the cave. There was a Taoist scripture recorded on it.

‘The creation of heaven and earth is probably the time of chaos, ignorance is not divided, the sun and the moon contain its brilliance, the heaven and earth are mixed with its body, but the contour has changed...’

Yuan Qingwei looked at this Taoist sutra, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes. He had already seen that this Taoist sutra itself was not any method of practice, but a general outline of practice similar to the "Tao Te Ching".

Of course, this thing is a purely theoretical existence, and it has a great reference for monks like Yuan Qingwei who understand his own path, but for most monks in this world, this thing is actually useless.

Because the world's cultivation system is already very systematic, all monks can practice step by step. It can be said that as long as the resources of this system keep up, there will be no obstacles to the golden elixir before.

But in contrast, when the Jindan is in the process of the Jindan, the importance of this theory will rise sharply, which has an important impact on the future achievements of the monks.

Therefore, this Taoist sutra in front of you is indeed the name of a heavenly book for the monks who want to seek the golden elixir realm in this place.

After Yuan Qingwei wrote it down, he quickly walked in the direction Lu Ping left.

Yuan Qingwei has some understanding of this world, but the subtleties are all kinds of strange things. Even if the previous evolution is not much different from his memory. He cannot be sure whether the memory in his mind is really reliable.

Therefore, when Lu Ping met with a certain master of the Jiuyou Sect who was dressed in disguise and pretended to be "accidentally", Yuan Qingwei hid in the dark and observed carefully.

The master of the Nine Eye Sect has not bad cultivation. He has already practiced at the fifth level of Qi refining. His magic power is only one step away from the golden elixir.

‘If there was no problem with the original plot, the Qingcheng Sect’s cultivation level should be in the Golden Dan Realm. The only problem now is that it is not knowing what level of magic weapon the Tongtian Sword is.’

Yuan Qing thought for a moment, and looked at Lu Ping, who was constantly fooled below and couldn't even hold the magic weapon in his hand, and smiled and said, "Ren Qianxing, you are so interested! You are teasing the younger generation here. When will your Jiuyoumen be so free!"

As he said that, Yuan Qingwei came to Lu Ping, caught his magic weapon, threw it back into Lu Ping's hand, and said, "Don't listen to him fooling around. Although the magic weapon in your hand is a bit evil, it doesn't matter if you have a clear conscience. Moreover, the method of refining treasures in your Qingcheng lineage is quite commendable. It may take hundreds of years to turn it into a righteous magic weapon."

"What you said is not bad! The magic weapon in the world, in terms of the most evil spirit and killing the most, must be the Tongtian Sword of Qingcheng Sect, but the Qingcheng Sect can keep its sword energy pure and not evil, obviously it has its own unique features in treasure refining."

Ren Qianxing nodded first and then looked at Lu Ping and said, "But how do you know that this kid can do it?"

"If you think he can't do it, will you come at this time?" Yuan Qingwei sneered: "Boy Ren, it's better for me to go back. I owe this kid the cause and effect in his previous life, and now I have to come back to pay off his debts! If you want to attack this kid, then I can only apologize to you!"

As he said that, Yuan Qing swayed his long sleeves, and Qingsheng's magic power condensed into his sleeves, turning into a strong wind to sweep towards Ren Qianxing.

Ren Qianxing's pupils contracted slightly, and the black air above his head rose, turning into a light banner to cover himself. However, his magic power, which was obviously polished by the Gangsha, was powerless to resist under Yuan Qingwei's magic power.
Chapter completed!