Daoist friend, you are a treasure, let me refine it for you

The three sisters of the Luo family are named Luo Jiao'e, Luo Jiaomei and Luo Jiaojiao. After the three of them asked someone to perform rituals and bury their father, they found the location and went to the beach of Pinghe Village.

With the increasing number of people, the houses originally built were indeed not enough, so Jiang Yu had no choice but to build a few more houses on the side.

At the same time, the three sisters of the Luo family were merged into the water hall in Kuishui to handle the internal affairs of the sect.

The five disciples taught each Five Elements Hall master the refining method of the Immortality Pill in a good manner. After Yimu began to manage the sect's financial resources as the master of the Wood Hall, he often purchased the resources needed for elixir refining, so Jiang Yu finally didn't have to do it himself.

The current situation can be considered a prosperous one.

Jiang Yu had nothing else to do. He made alchemy every day and went to the pig pen to see how the pigs were practicing.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, if life stays like this, it will look like the days of a fairy. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple is still in the Dehuo Sect. It would be great if I could bring her back."

Lying on the bamboo chair, shaking and shaking, Jiang Yu suddenly felt that his life was comfortable, and unconsciously thought of being the great disciple of the Dehuo Sect.

Dehuo Sect is a practicing sect with the Eight Classics, but if the skills given to him by Fan Yishu were some cultivation methods, he would not let his eldest disciple go to Dehuo Sect.

However, although the Immortality Pill is wonderful, it cannot give people great power after all. If his disciple is favored by the elders of Dehuo Sect, his talent must be good. If he stays with her, he will waste it.

Who would have thought that the Dehuo Sect would secretly plot to kill him? It is not a good place. I don’t know what the situation of his disciples is at this moment. When he gains real power from the art book, or succeeds in practicing the three-headed sacrificial pig, he will definitely bring his disciples back. .

"Master, practicing is so boring, Luo Xing misses you."

In the Zhumu Pavilion, Wang Luoxing was wearing a rosy red robe, leaning on the railing, with a pond of lotus blooming in full bloom below.

"Junior sister Luo Xing, do you miss your mortal master again? He didn't teach you any cultivation, so why call him master. If the sect leader hears it, he will not be happy."

A similarly dressed woman walked over with apricot steps and stood behind Wang Luoxing.

"You don't know what happened between me and Master. Master has raised me for sixteen years, but I joined another sect when I reached the age where I can repay you. I just want to learn more skills so that I can repay Master for his kindness in raising me."

Wang Luoxing frowned and seemed a little unhappy with the visitor.

"Oh, it's a pity that you don't know that your master... I remembered that there are still elixirs being refined in the cave, so I'll take my leave now."

"Stop! What do you think happened to my master?"

Wang Luoxing made a gesture with both hands, and a flash of red light blocked the woman's path. His tone was cold, completely different from the previous one.

"You...I...I just heard that you should ask the sect master why you are embarrassing me."

The woman was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat. If she had just taken one more step, the flaming blade would have cut her laryngoscope.

She had only started practicing for two or three months, but it easily surpassed her years of hard training, which made her not jealous.

"Huh, I'll ask myself."

Wang Luoxing threw up his sleeves and left, heading straight to the cave of Yanlong Taoist, the leader of the Dehuo Sect.

"Disciple Wang Luoxing, please see the master."

Outside the cave, Wang Luoxing held a token with the word "fire" engraved on it to pay his respects.

"Luoxing? Did you encounter some trouble in your practice? Come in."

After receiving the permission, Wang Luoxing entered the cave directly, where an old man with red hair was sitting in front of the stone table.

"Master, this disciple is not here to inquire about spiritual practice. I just want to seek some confirmation. Just now I heard someone say that my master...did something happen to him?"

After hearing this, Taoist Yanlong tsked lightly, and his wrinkled face became tighter: "I didn't want you to know about this too early, for fear of delaying your practice. I don't know about the talkative person below..."

As for your master, more than a month after you entered the sect, I sent someone to give him some spiritual elixirs that mortals could use. When I arrived, I found that there were corpse refiners entrenched in the sect, and they even killed a disciple of our sect. You Master, he also...

For people of our generation, separation between life and death is normal. Luo Xing, don’t be affected by it. Your own cultivation is the most important. "

While speaking, Taoist Yanlong looked at Wang Luoxing's expression from time to time. From indifference, to shock, to sadness, and finally to a face as cold as snow in the winter, Taoist Yanlong, who was proficient in the way of fire, couldn't help but shudder.

"I also ask the master to allow the disciple to go down the mountain for a few days. I don't blame the master for hiding this matter, but every injustice has its own debtor. No matter what the origin of the corpse is, I, Wang Luoxing, will definitely avenge this."

Wang Luo

"You... well, I'm ready for you, master. Go ahead. If you're short of anything, you can get it yourself within the sect."

Wang Luoxing left and went down the mountain full of sadness and anger.

Taoist Yanlong was excited. Fortunately, there was indeed a corpse refiner that day... He had misjudged Wang Luoxing's talent.

There are two types of cultivation talents, one is spiritual roots, and the other is physical constitution.

The spiritual roots are divided into lower, middle and upper parts, earth and heaven. Wang Luoxing is the top-grade fire spiritual root. It is very consistent with his Dehuo Sect skills and is expected to reach the realm of golden elixir.

However, the inner demon of Jindan was difficult to overcome, and Wang Luoxing's mind was too deeply involved with the world. He had no choice but to send someone to cut it off in advance, so as not to wait for this thought to become more serious in the future.

However, what he didn't expect was that Wang Luoxing not only possessed a high-grade fire spirit root, but also possessed a Taoist body - Ming Zhijieming. With this kind of physique, you can quickly improve your cultivation by burning longevity energy. At the same time, after building the foundation, you can awaken the natal spiritual fire, the dark flame, to burn the soul.

With such a blessing, the inner demon tribulation of the golden elixir would probably be burned to ashes by the dark flames in one encounter. If Wang Luoxing and the Dehuo Sect had a rift because of mundane things, it would be a loss.

"Hey, of the two Qi-refining cultivators sent that day, only one came back and encountered a corpse. My Dehuo Sect did not hurt her master at all. Hey, such a good talent, why didn't I pick it up, so that mortal wasted several years of cultivation in vain."

Wang Luoxing went down the nameless wild mountain without stopping, and came to the place where she and her master confronted that day.

The broken view was naturally gone, only a scorched earth on the original place, on which some wild grass sprouts grew sporadically.

"Master, I feel guilty for your kindness to me. I shouldn't have gone to the Dehuo Sect that day. I should have repaid you after I succeeded in cultivation. But now, how can I repay you?"

Looking at the scorched earth, Wang Luoxing was in great sorrow. She would rather die with her master than live alone.

Suppressing the grief, she dug out five graves with her own hands and carved stone tablets. The graves of five junior brothers and sisters and master Jiang Yu.

After kowtowed three times to the empty grave, Wang Luoxing stood up again. At this time, except for the tears on her face, there was no trace of sadness.

She just kept her face stiff and searched for traces and clues left on the scorched earth.

"This scorched earth is the trace left by the true magic of the Dehuo Sect. And this place has been dug, and the Yin Qi inside is still there... It's really a corpse. How could it be, why would a corpse appear in Longshan? Is it a wandering evil cultivator?"

It's been too long, and no matter how many clues there are, there are no clues. She can only be sure of two points: the fire was the work of the Dehuo Sect, and the corpse was indeed refined.

She must investigate the whole story!