Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

People's hearts are unpredictable. During this period, Song Lingqing has suffered a lot of hidden losses. Now she is extremely wary of everything in the outside world.

In this world, wandering alone, the only one you can rely on is yourself.

It is really difficult to make close friends.

Benedict——

Two figures stepped onto the boat, and the small space seemed a little stretched for a while.

The smile on Song Lingqing's face did not diminish. She looked harmless and undefended, but her eyes looked at the two people in front of her from head to toe.

One person was wearing a blue shirt, with a medium build and elegant temperament, carrying a long box behind him, and the other person was wearing a black outfit and had a slightly skinny figure.

The monks cannot tell their age from their appearance, but monks in the Lingquan realm have already extended their lifespan. If they were young when they entered the Lingquan realm, they would look younger.

The two people in front of them looked to be in their forties, at least a hundred years old.

One person is in the middle stage of the spiritual spring realm and one person is in the early stage of the spiritual spring realm. Among casual cultivators, they are pretty good, but compared to sect disciples, they are a bit unsatisfactory.

After more than half a year of hard work, Song Lingqing's cultivation has improved to a higher level. Now he has entered the middle stage of Lingquan Realm. It is not too troublesome to deal with these two people.

Song Lingqing relaxed a little, her mana flowed in her body, she remained vigilant, and she spoke softly:

"May I ask what you call these two Taoist brothers? Who do you study under?"

"Cheng Xuan, casual cultivator."

The mid-level Lingquan monk who was carrying a long box spoke first, announced his home, and then pointed to another black-clothed monk:

"This is Wu Taiyun, fellow Taoist Wu. He is also a casual cultivator with no sect or sect."

After reporting his identity, Cheng Xuan began to inquire about Song Lingqing's information intentionally or unintentionally:

"I wonder where my friend's teacher comes from?"

"Loose cultivator, my master died young, and then I practiced alone. I have no old memories. The spiritual stones left by my master a few days ago were almost used up. I had no choice but to go out to find a way out."

The smile on Song Lingqing's face never diminished, and her breath was warm. The first impression she gave people was that she was ignorant of the world.

Cheng Xuan and Wu Taiyun looked at each other with inexplicable expressions, half smiling but not smiling.

"We happen to have a good business right in front of us. Would you like fellow Taoist to go with us?"

Cheng Xuan opened his mouth to invite, then turned over his hand and took out a portrait, slowly unfolding it:

"If we can find this person, we will be rich and powerful."

Looking at the portrait in front of her, Song Lingqing, who had originally planned to deal with it and then find an opportunity to leave, paused slightly and her eyes flashed.

She reached out to take the portrait and observed it carefully. Although the facial features looked vaguely similar, she could confirm at a glance that the person in the painting was Chu Zheng.

"Two Taoist brothers, where did you get your wealth?"

Song Lingqing looked puzzled. She slowly rolled up the portrait in her hand and looked around calmly. While observing if there were anyone else nearby, she asked softly: "What are you two looking for this person for?"

"If you take this person's head, you can get 50,000 high-grade spiritual stones. Even if you just report his whereabouts, you will get a thousand high-grade spiritual stones. This is the price I can get. Others may not have so many."

The corners of Cheng Xuan's mouth were slightly raised, and there was undisguised greed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Song Lingqing's eyes flashed, and she pretended to hesitate and said: "To be able to receive such a high reward, he must have extraordinary cultivation, right?"

"It's just the late stage of Lingquan, so there's nothing to be afraid of." Cheng Xuan waved his hand.

If they were people with advanced cultivation, they would not dare to make this idea.

But the cultivation level in the late Lingquan realm is really too weak compared to this bounty.

Fifty thousand high-grade spiritual stones, exchanged for low-grade ones, would be five million, enough to buy a low-grade sect.

This kind of reward, falling on the head of a monk in the late stage of Lingquan Realm, is really a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

Even a piece of news is worth thousands of gold, which is undoubtedly an unspeakable temptation for all kinds of casual cultivators.

Song Lingqing subconsciously clenched the portrait in her hand, and her heart sank. She didn't understand how Chu Zheng got into such big trouble.

She thought about it and came up with some clues. Chu Zheng could even repair the broken immortal bones. She thought that there must be a shocking secret in his body, maybe it was the murderous intention caused by this.

These people... really deserve to die.

After suppressing the rising murderous intent, Song Lingqing calmed down and said with a hint of curiosity: "With such a bold move, I wonder which force is the one that issued the reward?"

"It's not clear, but with this person's head, I can redeem rewards in various sects. I heard that there is a holy land as a guarantee. It may be related to the holy land."

Cheng Xuan's voice was calm, but Wu Taiyun, who had never spoken at the side, seemed a little impatient:

"Brother Cheng, just send the person directly to Qiushui Island, why waste your time with her."

Cheng Xuan turned his head and looked at Wu Taiyun with a slightly cold expression, looking a little dissatisfied with his sudden interruption.

"What does Brother Wu Dao mean by this?"

Song Lingqing took half a step back and lowered her head slightly, with obvious panic in her expression.

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry. The two of us are doing some business around here and have some contacts with the monks from various islands."

Cheng Xuan turned around, smiled and said to comfort: "Didn't you say that you had run out of spiritual stones and wanted to find a way out? This Qiushui Island is a good place to earn spiritual stones, and it is just right for you."

"It's not necessary. I went to Qiushui Island a few days ago."

Song Lingqing spoke calmly, and slowly raised her head. A blazing spiritual light flashed in her pupils, and she looked directly into Cheng Xuan's eyes. The panic before was gone, leaving only a look of indifference.

The Phantom Spirit Technique is particularly good at mental illusions, and can intimidate people's minds in battles. It can be said that they have the upper hand in the battles between low-level monks.

Cheng Xuan was completely defenseless, and for a moment, his mind went blank.

Song Lingqing was only a few feet away from him, within reach. As soon as she turned her wrist, a long sword appeared in her palm, with murderous intent piercing her bones.

Buzz——

The sword wind roared fiercely, sweeping past the side of Cheng Xuan's neck. A head was lifted high by the hot blood in the cavity and rolled to one side.

After being lost for a moment, Cheng Xuan came to his senses again. In front of his eyes, the sky and the earth were hanging upside down, covered in blood, and a headless corpse stood not far away.

It has become Song Lingqing's habit now to go straight for the beheading after taking action, just because she has suffered a secret loss in this regard before.

Not all monks' hearts are in critical condition. Some monks with strange methods can still fight back even if their hearts are damaged. She was injured because of this, and it took her more than half a month to recover from her injuries before she could move freely.

Gulu——

It wasn't until his head hit the ground that Wu Taiyun on the side reacted. His expression changed drastically, and without hesitation, he turned around and jumped into the river.

His cultivation level is only at the early stage of Lingquan realm, and there is a big gap between him and Song Lingqing. If he fights head-on and fights alone, he will die.

After entering the river, his figure disappeared instantly like water droplets.

Song Lingqing rose up with her sword in the air, and with concentration, she soon felt a breath swimming quickly underwater.

Ordinary monks basically have to enter the Taoist realm to develop their spiritual thoughts, but when they practice the Phantom Spirit Art, they can vaguely have the embryonic form of their divine thoughts when they are in the spiritual spring realm.

Song Lingqing's eyes condensed, she raised her hand and slashed out a sword energy, splitting the water and breaking the waves. She fell down, stepped onto the river, and slashed out another sword.

Bang——

The water turned into a hundred layers of turbid waves, and red clouds appeared underneath, but no corpse floated up.

Wu Taiyun dived deeper into the water and disappeared from Song Lingqing's perception.

There is a huge gap in combat power between casual cultivators and large disciples. Whether it is the purity and depth of their magic power or the difference in skills and secrets, it is as vast as the sky.

But there is only one thing. In terms of life-saving means, the disciples of the sect must be inferior.

Song Lingqing did not pursue him. The underwater situation was unknown and there were many water monsters. If he chased too deep, the boat would easily capsize in the ditch, so there was no need to take risks.

After looking around, Song Lingqing returned to the boat, put away all the long boxes and storage bags carried behind Cheng Xuan, and then sank the body into the river, using the surging river water to wash away the blood on her hands.

This is the advantage of Juze. If a corpse enters the water, it will be eaten up by the water demon within a few moments, and even the effort of destroying the corpse and eliminating traces will be saved.

Looking at the corpse gradually disappearing in the water, Song Lingqing frowned slightly.

She was a little worried about Chu Zheng's current situation. Even such mediocre casual cultivators had obtained his portrait, not to mention those large and small sects.

I'm afraid that Chu Zheng is now surrounded by enemies on all sides.

However, if Wu Taiyun escaped with her life, she would be in trouble herself.

Qiushui Island, she just passed there last month.

It was a black market belonging to casual cultivators, filled with all kinds of transactions, assassination bounties, deception and theft, thieves selling stolen goods, slave trading, and the only "Lock Immortal Tower" in the entire Juze.

All shady businesses are basically involved there.

The power of Suo Xian Pavilion spans hundreds of countries, and its power is unknown. It is the same as the brothel Chu Pavilion in the secular world. The only difference is that the people who entertain people with sex are replaced by monks.

In the Suo Xian Tower, there are both male and female monks, with different origins. Among them are disciples whose sects have been destroyed, wandering and homeless cultivators, and noble ladies whose families have fallen into decline.

Suoxian Tower does not do sinful things and never participates in power struggle.

These people are sold into the Immortal Locking Tower. Even if they are talented monsters, even if they have high-grade immortal bones, no one will give them a chance to stand up. People from the outside world will always keep an eye on them.

The final outcome is to be harvested and replenished until all the flesh and blood are gone, and the bones are gone.

Picking yang and replenishing yin, picking yin and replenishing yang, this is a path that has been passed down for many years in the spiritual world, but it is just a little unpopular.

There are many monks who secretly practice this path. After all, this path is much easier to walk than other paths.

Cheng Xuan is related to Qiushui Island and may have other backers behind him.

After coming back to her senses, Song Lingqing crushed the boat and walked straight on the waves without a sword.

After running hundreds of miles, she took advantage of the good weather and went to a small island. She changed her clothes, got a small boat, and went down the river again to continue to find out the news.

After a while, if she can't find her family again, she will consider exploring in the direction of Dazhou.

There is also Chu Zheng. I don’t know where he is now.

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The sky gradually turned into dusk, and the port of Yanchi Island stopped and gradually fell into silence.

The backyard of Song Mansion.

In a side courtyard, Chu Zheng met Song Yun.

When Song Yun saw Chu Zheng, his first reaction was that Chu Zheng had changed again.

This change is far more than just appearance, there is something deeper.

He opened his mouth to speak, and after being silent for a long time, he bowed:

"Uncle."

He was born in the Song family and grew up in the Song family. As long as he is still alive, he will always be a member of the Song family. Chu Zheng's status is different now, and he should abide by certain etiquette.

This has nothing to do with strength, it is a rule.

What's more, Chu Zheng is the great benefactor of the entire Song family. He has saved the eldest lady from fire and water several times. He will never be able to repay this kindness even if he dies.

Chu Zheng took a look at Song Yun. With a mortal body, he traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, and the hardships involved were indescribable to outsiders.

He did not ask how much hardship Song Yun suffered during this period, but asked directly:

"Song Yun, are you willing to come with me?"

Chu Zheng was preparing to leave the Song family overnight, but he did not intend to take Song Tonghai with him. Now he was in a very dangerous situation, and whether he would survive in the end was uncertain.

Taking Song Tonghai with him might even kill him.

As for Song Yun, Chu Zheng wanted to give him a hand. He needed a martial arts practitioner by his side to help him prove the martial arts in this world.

Song Yun's talent is much stronger than that of ordinary people. He is similar in age to Song Lingxue, but his martial arts is only a bit weaker.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely hope to become a master before he was thirty years old.

Chu Zheng needs this talent, otherwise, even if the Xuantian Martial Wall is repaired, no one can confirm it in the short term.

"My uncle needs me to go, so I will go." Song Yun did not hesitate at all.

At the beginning, he had said that he would tie a grass ring to repay Chu Zheng's great kindness. His life was no longer his own.

Chu Zheng did not conceal the danger and said bluntly: "You and I will most likely die."

"Man is born to die, and he will eventually die."

Song Yun's expression remained unchanged. He had never been afraid of death. He deserved to die for the Song family.

"Then let's go."

There was a smile on Chu Zheng's face, and he turned around and said, "Go find Lingqing first."

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Midnight.

Chu Zheng said goodbye to Song Tonghai.

Song Tonghai naturally agreed with Chu Zheng's decision to keep him, and he did not want to be a burden all the time.

Song Tonghai didn't say much, he just told Chu Zheng to be careful in everything. Now that Chu Zheng was his son-in-law, it was inevitable that he would be a little worried.

To be on the safe side, Chu Zheng also took away a drop of Song Tonghai's blood.

Even if there were any changes later and they were separated again, he could still sense Song Tonghai's position through divination.

Before leaving, Chu Zheng left two second-level magic weapons and several bottles of second-level elixirs to Song Lingfeng and Song Lingping, brothers and sisters, and asked Song Tongxuan to hand them over as a thank you.

The magic weapons are both offensive and defensive, originating from the remnants of the ancient battlefield, and are enough for the two of them to use them until they reach the state of perfection.

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When Chu Zheng left the Song family, the outside world was already in turmoil.

Along with the spread of the portrait of Chu Zheng, there was also a joint order issued by several major holy places.

All monks above the Divine Infant Realm are not allowed to take action without the approval of the Holy Land. Anyone who disobeys will be punished by the entire clan.

This is the first time in tens of thousands of years that the Holy Land has jointly issued a decree. The importance attached to it is extraordinary.

Interested people began to inquire about the reason, and people with hands and eyes quickly learned the inside information.

The news of Tai Fake Immortal's death, the Five Saints' meeting, and the Immortal Alliance's final intervention spread like wildfire in the dark, creating a storm throughout the Southern Territory.

All sects were silent and restrained a lot. The powerful divine infants who occasionally appeared in the world began to hide from the world.