Xiuxian Work Log

"Although he doesn't like to look people in the eye, he is still fair."

Lin Qingyue: "I don't know if he is still alive."

Fu Weisheng held out his hand: "Let me see the letter. Maybe I can find some clues with the tracking talisman."

Lin Qingyue handed the envelope over, Fu Weisheng took it, and then used his spiritual power to activate the tracking talisman.

Lin Qingyue watched as the talisman paper turned into powder, emitting the last bit of red light, and disappeared in the southwest direction.

"Southwest?"

He Shoujing: "To the southwest of the city is a mass grave. I've been there."

Fu Weisheng: "What are you doing there?"

He Shoujing: "Take some oil and maintain the piano."

Lin Qingyue: "What oil? Or in a mass grave?"

He Shoujing: "It is a white crystal formed by the gathering of Yin energy. When melted with red fire, it becomes oil that can soak the strings."

Lin Qingyue nodded: "So that's how it is, but if they are there, how do they produce Wuxiang soil? There is no Wuxiang soil in the mass grave."

Fu Weisheng: "Who says that Wuxiangtu must be Wuxiangtu?"

"You mean," Lin Qingyue and Fu Weisheng looked at each other, "are there other ways to create formless soil?"

Fu Weisheng: "There are thousands of ways in the world, isn't that normal?"

"Okay, what's the point of saying this? We still can't get out now." He Shoujing said dejectedly.

Lin Qingyue pointed at the letter and said, "This letter should be the one left by Lin. Maybe it will contain clues? Or maybe this is the key?"

Ten minutes later, the three people still hadn't found a way out and were trapped in the secret realm.

"Could it be that the mechanism is in these calligraphy and paintings?"

Several people tore down the calligraphy and paintings and looked for clues.

As the calligraphy and paintings fell to the ground, the portraits on the wall were torn apart, revealing a paper wall behind them.

Several people looked speechless.

Lin Qingyue sighed: "Let me split it open with my sword, you guys move aside."

Fu Weisheng and He Shoujing stepped aside, and Lin Qingyue drew his sword and slashed down.

The paper wall collapsed, finally revealing the complete appearance of the secret realm.

A bright white light appeared, and Lin Qingyue, Fu Weisheng, and He Shoujing were stared at by the people around them, their expressions frozen for a moment.

"what's the situation?"

"who are they?"

"Is this the market?"

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"where are they?"

"If you ask me, who should I ask?" Wen Lingyun asked Ji Fuyou who was standing in front of him and questioning him.

"Besides, what position do you have in asking me this?"

"Having a water goddess as your mother, you've become much tougher."

Ji Fuyou said indifferently, his tone revealing sarcasm.

Wen Lingyun didn't get angry but smiled slightly: "It's true that I'm not like Brother Ji who has always liked to be independent since he was a child. No one cares about me."

"Why do you think you're better than me?" Ji Fuyou, carrying his sword on his back, turned and left: "I would have found them without you telling me."

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When they came to capture Lin Qingyue, Fu Weisheng, and He Shoujing, they were determined to capture them no matter what they said. Lin Qingyue and the others had no choice but to protect themselves, which would inevitably hurt those in the secret realm.

As a result, Lin Qingyue's sword accidentally cut off a person's arm, and it was the person who bumped into it and cut it off himself.

What he discovered next was a scene that left Lin Qingyue dumbfounded: the arm had reattached itself.

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Fu Weisheng and He Shoujing also saw this scene. While they were still in shock, Lin Qingyue gave them a wink. The three of them stopped struggling and let those people catch them.

Judging from the people who captured them, these people seemed to have the ability to be immortal in the secret realm, and could heal quickly even if they were injured.

So when you don’t understand the situation yet, it’s better to wait and see.

Those people took Lin Qingyue, Fu Weisheng and He Shoujing to a cell where men and women were imprisoned. When they saw them, they looked at them curiously and then curled up silently in their seats.

Those people saw Lin Qingyue, Fu Weisheng and He Shoujing enter here and left. Lin Qingyue walked inside, and the sound of his footsteps was unusually clear in the quiet cell.

Everyone here has their own independent place, and everyone seems to be isolated from the whole world.

but.

"Is there no room here?"

Lin Qingyue and the other two looked at each other.

Everyone was kept at a distance of one meter, but the problem was that the cells were filled up as if they were arranged in an orderly manner.

What should these three outsiders do now?

"It seems there is no place for us anymore."

Lin Qingyue looked at the girl next to him and asked, "Can we sit here?"

The girl shook her head silently.

Lin Qingyue smiled and said, "Ah, you mean don't be polite and just sit down, right?"

Girl: Can’t you see such an obvious rejection?

She shook her head even more vigorously.

But the girl who looked okay but seemed to have a problem with her brain cried out in surprise and directly held her hand.

"Really? Then we'll be happy to help you. Thank you so much."

The girl reluctantly said, "I... don't..."

Lin Qingyue had already sat down and held her hand: "You're welcome, right? But we still have to express our gratitude. What do you like, little girl?"

When the girl saw that the other man and woman had already sat down, she knew that they were taking advantage of her and she was so angry that her face puffed up and she stopped talking.

Who would have thought that the woman opposite would poke her cheek without any sense of propriety.

In an instant, she deflated like a balloon.

Turn your head away and stop looking at these strange people.

Lin Qingyue said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it just now. How about this, I'll give you 100 spirit stones?"

The girl couldn't help but turn her head and asked: "What kind of stone is Lingshi?"

"You don't have any spirit stones here?" Lin Qingyue was surprised. "But isn't the spiritual energy here quite abundant? Do you have any cultivators?"

"What is a monk? I don't understand what you are saying."

Fu Weisheng couldn't help but look over. He Shoujing said, "When we clashed with those people on the street, we saw with our own eyes that they could heal their injuries instantly."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were talking about something else. That's because they have God's blessing, so there's no need to be afraid of these things."

"What is God's blessing?" Fu Weisheng asked curiously.

The girl hesitated, her face conflicted. “Sacrifice your soul to the gods, and you will gain eternal life.”

"Aggie!"

Suddenly, a young man standing nearby stood up and scolded the girl, "Don't be disrespectful to the gods!"

"I didn't..." Aji said aggrievedly.

"No matter what, this is not something you can say!"

Aji lowered his head in grievance. Lin Qingyue looked at the young man, but the young man turned his head away.

It doesn't look like he really wants to have anything to do with them.

"Come sit next to me and don't disturb Aji."

The boy said with a stern face, and Aji buried his head even lower.