ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

The sword spirit who overheard the conversation between the two became extremely anxious, fearing that Du Xinghe had been bewitched.

Due to the nature of the mine spirit, it does not approve of such crazy ideas.

But Du Xinghe found it quite interesting.

She can use the palace fighting system to cultivate immortality, so why can't others use the alchemy furnace to refine the golden elixir? Just let her use the external plug-in, of course, it's like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers: "Senior, can you tell me who you are?"

The middle-aged cultivator smiled slightly and told her directly: "My name is Di Dian Na, and I am a disciple of the Five Elements Sect's Sect Master Ji Qiuya... But that was all in the past! Now I am the Cave Master of Liuyang Prefecture."

Du Xinghe was startled.

She understood the whole sentence, but when he mentioned his name, the sound seemed to have been specially processed, becoming a strange melody that she could not understand. It was not any language she knew, just like the sound of rubbing metal after rolling a bunch of wires into a ball. She pondered these three words over and over in her mind. Just as she was about to untie the wire ball, she felt a needle-like pain in her mind. The three words were magnified a hundred times and exploded with a roar, and she saw stars -

After entering the Jindan realm, Du Xinghe's five senses have become extraordinary.

The volume that even dazzled her would have caused a Foundation Establishment cultivator to bleed from all seven orifices. The harder she tried to distinguish and recognize the other person's name, the more severe the pain became, forcing her to give up the idea of ​​recognition and immediately recall the name of the Five Elements Sect's leader.

Ji Qiuya is definitely not the leader of this term.

"You know my name, now what are you going to call me?"

The middle-aged monk asked with a smile.

His tone was calm and friendly, but there was a hint of coldness in it.

It was less than two seconds before the female cultivator put her hand on his shoulder: "It's fate that we met. From now on, you are my big brother!"

Middle-aged monk: "..."

"Brother, I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want."

Without giving him a chance to respond, Du Xinghe raised his glass and drank it all.

"When did I agree to be your big brother?"

"What are you talking about, brother? Aren't we going to Baiyujing together? From now on, I will help you. If you say go left, I will never go right. If you kill people, I will set fires. If you rape..."

The second half of her sentence was too despicable and vulgar. The middle-aged monk blushed and stopped her from continuing: "How can a cultivator speak so foul language?"

But she looked up at him innocently: "Brother, what are you thinking? The person you want to kill is definitely not a good person. It is our duty to punish the evil. If it is about raping a woman, I will definitely advise you, brother, and I can't let you make a mistake and ruin your practice."

The middle-aged monk frowned: "What about the looting?"

"If it's looting, then big brother, give me some."

"..."

The sword spirit in the scabbard suddenly didn't want to struggle anymore.

What kind of good person can its owner be?

As the two talked, the music of the banquet gradually slowed down. After three rounds of wine, they took a short break. The maid pulled back the bed sheet and lit the red candles so that the tired guests could lie down and rest for a while, or close the window to drink at night.

Du Xinghe discovered that apart from a slight weirdness, the middle-aged monk was no different from an ordinary person - if she wanted to, she could easily please him in conversation, and she could make him smile with just a few words.

While she was listening, she was also observing the situation around her.

Soon, she discovered that the servants coming and going around her all had the same faces as the servants in the mansion.

I'm afraid this middle-aged monk is the previous owner of the contract book.

The only person who was busy running errands beside him was not dressed as a servant, but was wearing a green Taoist robe made of fine material and tailored to fit him perfectly. She pretended to mention it casually: "Is this the disciple of the eldest brother? His clothes are different from others."

"Him? I said I didn't want him, but he insisted on staying here, so I just let him do some work."

When mentioning the green-robed follower, the middle-aged monk showed a bit of annoyance on his face.

Du Xinghe was curious: "We just met for the first time, and even I can stay, why can't he?"

The middle-aged monk sighed and said regretfully:

"When I was in the Five Elements Sect, I made the most friends with talisman cultivators. Even though I was expelled from the sect, there were still many fellow disciples who were willing to believe in me and seek refuge with me... I really don't lack talisman cultivators, but I really need talented sword cultivators like you."

Hearing this, the green-robed follower raised his head and looked at Du Xinghe with eyes full of resentment.

It was as if she had taken away his chance.

But Du Xinghe turned around, his eyes were like knives, piercing him painfully.

Just when he thought she was glaring at him, she raised her thin lips slightly, with a smile that was half smug and half gloating: "You really don't need so many talismans to cultivate. Big brother, you really have good vision. In the future in Baiyujing, I will be your guard."

After Du Xinghe finished speaking, he glanced at the Taoist in green robe.

That look, that expression, is so infuriating.

——Even though she didn't know the reason, she was not reluctant to return the malice directed at her by others.

A good memory must be used in cultivation, and small grudges can be avenged on the spot.

The Taoist priest in green robe was obviously older and more experienced than her. She didn't expect that there was such an unrefined young man. She almost choked on a mouthful of blood. Du Xinghe admired his embarrassment for a few more times, but saw something in his face.

The appearance of this Taoist in green robe looked somewhat familiar. Du Xinghe seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where for a while.

"What's so special about him that makes you keep watching him?" asked the middle-aged monk.

"It's just that he doesn't seem convinced."

Du Xinghe made up an excuse: "He must be holding a grudge against you, big brother. He is such a narrow-minded person. Even if you make an exception and bring him along, he will just pretend to please you and seek revenge in the future."

Even if it was a random excuse, he still didn't forget to trick him.

"You! How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? It's obvious that you have ulterior motives and want to alienate me and the Venerable."

The Taoist in green robe was furious.

Du Xinghe still couldn't remember who he looked like, so he had to look away regretfully.

The moment she turned her face away, the icicles came towards her with lightning.

when!

With an extremely sharp friction sound, the ice cone was blocked by the scabbard of the heavy sword, and the lightning was eliminated without a trace.

Just as Du Xinghe was about to draw his sword to fight, he saw the green-robed Taoist who had injured him collapse on the ground, panting like a dead dog and sweating profusely. In the blink of an eye, large areas of black permeated his dark green Taoist robe, and thousands of pores gushed out oil at the same time, like someone spitting and sticking a passing ant to the ground, unable to move.

"We are a big family, don't break the rules."

Following the middle-aged monk's plain words, the surrounding music suddenly stopped, and it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind could not be heard.

After all, how could there be wind in the portrait?

"Why do you have a sword in your hand?"

The middle-aged monk turned to her and asked.

As soon as the question was asked, all the servants and guests around turned around at the same time.

Their faces also changed, from lively and peaceful faces to faces drawn with detailed brushwork, and the colorful and soft clothes on their bodies turned into paper wrinkles!