Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 120 There is everything in the dream

"Master, thank you for your hard work. I will take care of the rest." Zhang Ze was not nervous at all.

He straightened his clothes and walked towards the mirror alone.

The deception required close cooperation between Zhang Ze and the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror to be foolproof. Old Li's entry would only cause more trouble.

It's easy to scare Wuming awake.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to enter the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, he was pulled back by his master.

"I'll lend you this magic sword of my master for self-defense." Old Li handed the ink sword to Zhang Ze. "If anything goes wrong, just kill that person directly. There's no rush to kill the monsters."

Only when holding it in his hand did Zhang Ze have the opportunity to appreciate the ink sword carefully.

The sword is three feet long and as black as ink. It is as light as a feather in the hand, as if it were made of a pool of thick ink.

"Isn't your spiritual sword that big iron rod?" Zhang Ze took the ink sword in his hand and examined it over and over again, but he couldn't tell that the sword was transformed from an iron rod.

"Who told you that sword cultivators can only have one spiritual sword? This one is what I used when I was young."

After Lao Li answered Zhang Ze's question, he saw that the boy's eyes were flickering as if he was planning something bad.

"You don't use this sword often now, do you?" Zhang Ze, who suddenly turned into Lily, blinked.

"Well, what's wrong?" Old Li nodded.

"If you don't use it often, can you give it to your disciple as a reward?" Zhang Ze asked in a low voice.

He really likes this magic sword, especially the chessboard sword formation that comes with it, which is exactly what Zhang Ze likes.

"You wish for it. How can you want everything?"

"Let's talk about this after you get your golden elixir. Return it as soon as you're done using it." After saying that, Old Li grabbed Zhang Ze's collar and threw him into the Xuanjian treasure mirror.

When Zhang Ze entered the mirror, the third elder who had been watching in the dark appeared next to Li Guanqi.

No one knew where the Sixth Elder had gone.

"Guanqi, I want to discuss something with you." said the third elder.

"What's the matter?" Old Li turned around and looked at his old friend.

"Those poems sound pretty good. Ask your disciple to help me think of a few more." The third elder said with a smile.

The third elder is a person who cares about face, and his favorite thing to do is to show off in front of others.

Especially since the Qinghe Meeting of the Sword Sect will be held in three years. When I meet the old guys from other sects, it will be a good opportunity to show off my skills in front of them.

Old Li chuckled, "That was a gift from my apprentice. If you want to find someone else, go find your own apprentice."

The Third Elder knew very well what kind of people his disciples were.

Several of the disciples are sword fanatics.

There is no problem in asking them to slay demons and monsters, but composing poems is harder than taking their lives.

"Didn't you say before that you would send your disciple to me?" The third elder was still unwilling to give up and brought up the previous incident.

"You don't have to really send it to me. The etiquette of re-apprenticeship is too troublesome. Just lend it to me for two days."

"Hehe, go and play by yourself." Old Li no longer paid attention to the unreasonable Third Elder. He turned around and looked at the mirror surface of the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror which had turned dark again, waiting for his apprentice to come out.

And A'li, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two bosses, crawled out from the ground at this time.

As the saying goes, "He who keeps company with bad people becomes bad," and those who keep company with Zhang Zelili Qiao Lezhi are the greatest harm to the world.

Coincidentally, A'li spends most of her time with Zhang Ze, and recently has a small amount of time with Lily.

It blinked its small eyes, pretending to be harmless, and tugged at the third elder's trouser leg, "Elder, elder, I know that poem too."

"Really?" asked the third elder.

The third elder knew that this strange-looking earth dragon was Zhang Ze's spiritual beast, but he didn't know A'li's specific background.

"Yeah." A'li nodded obediently. Zhang Ze had told it those poems when he was bored, and A'li had written them down.

In order to prove that he was not lying, Ali recited a passage on the spot.

"Walking through the calamity of troubled times, sweeping across the peak of martial arts."

But that was all he said. After that, A'li shut up and waited for the Third Elder to take the bait.

"What's next?" These two sentences hit the third elder's sore spot, and he asked impatiently.

The sturdy third elder felt that this poem was perfect for him.

He had already begun to imagine himself holding a huge sword, standing in the air, reciting poems and appearing before people.

Seeing the Third Elder taking the bait, Ah Li stretched out her hand and said, "Exchange it with food."

Old Li glanced at A'li and felt that she was indeed his apprentice's spiritual pet. The innocent and deceitful expression on her face was exactly the same.

But let it be a scam, the Third Elder is rich anyway.

The third elder didn't care either. He thought to himself that how much food could a spirit beast eat? It was nothing more than some spirit beast butcher shop or something like that.

"Okay, okay, Grandpa has plenty of solutions." The third elder, who didn't know about A'li's situation, had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

A'li's operation of cheating people out of food and drinks went smoothly, but Zhang Ze's work of deceiving Wuming encountered an obstacle.

Because he waited for a long time but couldn't find the opportunity to take action.

The illusory world depicted in the mirror is Wuming's dream. If Zhang Ze wants to participate in it, he can only appear when Wuming wants to see him in the dream.

The timing of the intervention was wrong, which might make Wuming suspicious.

However, Wuming was doing things he didn't want to do.

"I said that everyone in the Hundred Demons Sect is sick." Zhang Ze floated out of the dream, looking at Wuming who was going crazy in the dream.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. The illusory world magnifies nameless desires.

Wuming is a really cruel and boring person.

In this real dream created by Wuming himself, he is doing what he wants to do most.

To avenge Qianji Pavilion, he cast a curse on the demons in the pedestrian street.

I don’t know whether he hates Qianji Pavilion too much or he never plans to come to this place in his lifetime.

In his dream, he was using his identity as an alchemist to distribute Gu pills door to door to the demons who had cheated him.

And it’s not over until you see them swallow it.

Although it sounds ridiculous, it also reminded Zhang Ze that Qianji Pavilion and the demon clan have indeed been a bit too presumptuous recently.

We still have to take it slow and sustainable and exhaust all resources to achieve our goals.

We'll have to draw up a business charter someday.

It was not until Zhang Ze was tired of waiting that Wuming remembered about 'Zhang Yida'.

Zhang Ze, who was floating out of his dream, felt a pulling force and was pulled into an unknown dream.

It was a very strange feeling. Zhang Ze felt that he was also having a lucid dream.

He stood at the gate of Qianji Pavilion and saw Wuming walking towards him.

"Brother Zhang, I've been looking for you for a long time. Come, come, I have good news for you." Wuming pulled Zhang Ze out of Qianji Pavilion.

As they walked, Wuming stuffed a bunch of pills into Zhang Ze's hands and told Zhang Ze that his illness could be cured again.

Zhang Ze naturally accepted them all with a smile. After swallowing all the Gu Pills in one gulp, he asked with a smile, "Anything else?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment, "How much do you want?"

"I'll eat as much as you can." Zhang Ze replied.

Hearing this, Wuming gave Zhang Ze another handful of pills, imagining the Gu Dan in Zhang Ze's body exploding and making him live a life worse than death.

After taking the pill, Zhang Ze suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong with Brother Zhang?" Wuming was afraid that Zhang Ze would die early and he would have no fun.

"It's okay. The snow fell earlier this year, and I have a problem with my meridians. The cold air entering my body makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"I've been relying on this thing to hold it up, but for some reason it seems to have gone wrong just now."

As he spoke, Zhang Ze took out a small copper furnace from his arms and injected spiritual energy into it to restart it.

However, the copper furnace seemed to be broken and no matter how hard I tried, there was no response.

Zhang Ze's face also turned a little ugly, as if staying in this snowy day for a moment longer would be torture.

Just at this moment, the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror seized this tiny gap and magnified Wumingxin's desire again.

Wuming thought of the spirit stones that had been cheated out of him, and of the group of muscular mermaids.

Looking at Zhang Yida, Wuming felt that just the poisonous insect biting his body was not enough to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Since he was afraid of the cold, he knew a very cold place.

Moreover, the dead cannot speak and do not worry about being exposed.

"Brother Zhang, I'll take you to a good place. Maybe it can cure your illness completely." Wuming pulled Zhang Ze's arm.

"That's great. Brother Wu, I will never forget your kindness." Zhang Ze said this sincerely.

The illusory world of Taixu extended infinitely with Wuming's dream, and Wuming, who was having a great time dreaming, also took Zhang Ze to find the source of the heavy snow in Qingjing.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Ze was filled with mixed emotions.

"Why is it here..."

Zhang Ze is very familiar with this place.

　The author is not full-time, my main job is game art, and I often work overtime, so I can't update it for the time being. During the day, I try to go to the toilet as much as possible, squat on the toilet to meditate, and code for a while.

　　In short, there will definitely be no interruption in updates, and I will find a way to update more frequently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)