Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 191 There is something fishy in Qianji Pavilion

Qianji Pavilion.

Pei Zhen yawned, holding a book in his hand, and walked towards the back mountain while reading in the moonlight.

Ever since that day under the big poplar tree when he applied to join the Qianji Pavilion as a weapon refiner, his life of mixed pain and happiness has continued until today.

He put away the book, looked at the time, and found that it would be dawn in a while, but it would still be a long way to walk back to his residence.

Pei Zhen thought about it and decided to go directly to Lao Meng. After all, it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep one day less.

As a weapon refiner who has not yet established his foundation, Pei Zhen was handpicked by the Great Emperor Dandan and assigned to the Shendan Gang's special sprint class.

The other dozen or so brothers in this class have all started at the Jindan stage, and the class leader Lu Sheng, the old man Lu, is also a Yuanying cultivator.

In every sense, Pei Zhen felt a lot of pressure, both mentally and physically.

Although those seniors don't seem to be arrogant and take good care of themselves, pressure is still pressure.

I have to practice during the day and attend classes at night. There is almost no time to relax all day. It is really tiring.

Also, due to several minor events that happened recently in Qianji Pavilion, it has to start expansion again, so many arrangements are a bit chaotic.

It will take some time to get back on track.

The two events were that the leader of the Fahuan Sect brought all his belongings and directly joined the Qianji Pavilion.

The sect structure of Qianji Pavilion has changed.

Three more gangs emerged under Qianji Pavilion: the Zhatian Gang, the Shendan Gang, and the Fahuan Gang.

The Sky-Zha Gang, led by Lily, has set aside a large area in the back mountain, specializing in the research of various explosives and Thousand Machine props with the Thousand Machine Cannon as the core.

The Shendan Gang, following the orders of the Great Emperor Dandan, specializes in the art of refining weapons, which Dandan calls the "Shangding Weapon Refining Technique." For convenience, the entire Shendan Gang will soon relocate to the Sword Forging Peak in Jiange.

As for the Fahuan Sect, it is responsible for going out to carry out various tasks for the Qianji Pavilion, and also for testing the new equipment of the Qianji Pavilion.

In addition, Pei Zhen also heard from the old man in Qianji Pavilion that this kind of thing is called justice cutting.

Pei Zhen didn't understand whether he understood or not. Just like many new words spread out from Qianji Pavilion, he couldn't understand them.

Of course, Qianji Pavilion is a free and friendly place, and no one will laugh at you if you don’t understand.

Even if you want to move to another place, it's easy. Just submit an application.

A friend of Pei Zhen applied to switch to the Fahuan Gang a few days ago because he really couldn't understand the "Shang Ding Weapon Refining Technique". Now he practices throwing Thousand Machine Mine every day and is very happy to do so.

Thinking about these things, Pei Zhen walked towards a courtyard.

This courtyard was recently allocated to the Shendan Gang for temporary use. It previously served as a control room for the Qianji Pavilion's underground city.

Pei Zhen heard noises from afar. There was a lot of noise in the yard. It seemed that Old Meng was still arguing with Old Man Lu.

He sighed and thought that these two people were in good spirits.

"Alas, when can I achieve the Golden Elixir? The Golden Elixir is so good, it means I don't need to rest anymore."

Pei Zhen was fantasizing about the future, but before he entered the yard, he saw a black shadow flash past over the wall in his peripheral vision. The thing in his arms looked familiar.

It seems to be the magic weapon they recently refined!

"Thief!" Pei Zhen shouted, and at the same time he took a step forward to chase after him. A cold light flashed in his hand, and he threw a silver ring at the black shadow.

However, the silver ring hit the air with a tinkling sound, and the black shadow sank into the shadows and suddenly disappeared.

Hearing Pei Zhen's shout, the two old men, Meng Jiang and Lu Sheng, immediately flew out of the courtyard. Meng Jiang stood on his drum and scanned the surrounding situation with his spiritual sense.

But after flying around in the sky for a few times, nothing unusual was found.

"Xiao Pei, did you really see it?" Old Man Lu walked over and asked Pei Zhen.

Pei Zhen was also a little uncertain at this time. Recently, the rumor that Qianji Pavilion was haunted was spreading very widely among the cultivators with low cultivation levels.

It is said that recently after the hour of Chou in the evening, ghosts can be seen around the warehouse and monks' residences in Qianji Pavilion.

Others said that he was sleeping in the middle of the night and found someone tucking in the corner of his bed.

But when he opened his eyes, the man was gone. Not only was there no one in the room, but his pants were also missing. Anyway, it was a mess, some real, some fake.

Pei Zhen hesitated, "I saw a dark figure carrying the sample we refined yesterday, climbing over the wall."

Meng Jiang frowned, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had an empty box in his hand.

"Is the thing really lost?"

Seeing this, Old Man Lu also became serious. He took out his gourd, pinched his fingers and chanted a spell. As the spell sounded, the gourd floating in the air suddenly grew bigger.

"Open." Old Man Lu snapped his fingers and shot out a beam of white light that hit the gourd. Several streams of clear air flew out of the gourd and transformed into several petite maids who were pure white, as light as dust and had blurred faces.

The maids bowed to Old Man Deer and then flew away, searching for the black figure who had stolen the things in the distance.

Old Man Lu put away the gourd and boasted to Pei Zhen.

"Xiao Pei, my magic weapon draws spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and has also been taught by the Western Barbarian Witch Ancestor. These ghosts are..."

However, before he could finish his words, he saw all the maids running back in panic. The one leading the way snatched the gourd from Old Man Lu's waist and unscrewed the lid.

Then he waved his hand to signal the sisters to quickly get back in. After all the sisters turned into pure air and entered the gourd, the one who grabbed the gourd also got in, and then tightened the gourd lid from the inside.

Obviously, he was frightened by something.

"What's wrong with you, ghost? Are you missing home?" Although things were strange, Meng Jiang did not miss any opportunity to attack his old friend.

"This"

Old man Lu, who failed to brag and instead revealed his cowardice, had no way to refute. Just as he was about to call the maids out again to ask about the situation, he saw someone walking towards him with a sword in the distance.

Old Man Lu had never seen that man, but he knew that girl.

It was the same person who controlled seventeen flying swords on the stage when the God Egg Gang was recruiting students that day.

He looked at the weapons in the hands of the two men and understood why his own ghost was so scared.

It is impossible not to be afraid. Although the ghost is not a ghost, it is created by condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through witchcraft, and it has some of the aura of the underworld.

Being hit by those two swords would at least result in serious injuries.

Zhang Ze put away his magic sword Zhu Wu, looked at the people in front of him and asked, "What's going on? Where's the ghost?"

"Yes, yes, where are those white shadows just now?" Chen Qin also put the flying sword Wangyou back into the ring.

"That's not a ghost, it's a spirit I raised." Old Man Lu wanted to release those young ladies again, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't open the gourd lid.

"Oh, shame on you. You usually spoil them and raise them like your granddaughters." Meng Jiang taunted.

"Tsk, you are so awesome, you are so awesome, why can't you play that broken drum of yours? Are you reluctant to play it?" Old Man Deer retorted.

Looking at the two old men who were about to argue again, Zhang Ze felt that if his Qianji Pavilion went bankrupt one day, maybe he could just switch to crosstalk.

They are all talented.

Zhang Ze coughed and took out his badge as the elder of Qianji Pavilion, which made the two old men stop arguing.

"We didn't see it either. You can ask Xiao Pei." Old Man Lu pointed at Pei Zhen.

Pei Zhen was a little shy, but he still recounted what happened, adding at the end, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

After listening to this, Zhang Ze looked at the place where Pei Zhen pointed out that the ghost had last disappeared, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Be more confident, you read it right." Zhang Ze patted Pei Zhen's shoulder.

Zhang Ze walked forward, and the others didn't see him make any movement, but they heard a click, and a crack appeared on the rockery in the flower bed in front of him.

A dark cave entrance appeared in front of them.

Zhang Ze turned around and looked at the stunned crowd.

"Don't you know there's a secret passage here?"

(End of this chapter)