When Bai Yueguang holds the script

Over there, Wan Mengchen and the others hadn't realized what the problem was, and sighed to themselves: "It seems that treasure hunting in the secret realm is not so easy."

"We really kept things simple."

Zhu Zhihan really wanted to say: It’s not like this, it’s really not like this.

Although it is impossible to find spirit grass all over the place, it's not to the point where you can't find a single one for half a day!

At this time, I only heard Luanwu agree and said: "That's right, you can't pin all your hopes on good luck."

Wan Mengchen heard the meaning of Luanwu's words, and sincerely asked for advice: "The suzerain has experience to pass on?"

Zhu Zhihan: ...

Yes, if Uncle Tu Meng is right, Luanwu has a lot of experience.

Luanwu nodded slightly: "The rewards of the secret realm must be earned with your own hands."

"Own hands?"

After a while.

Wan Mengchen and the others' faces were covered with dust, their clothes were torn, and they limped forward. Even Zhu Zhihan's fair little face had two handprints smeared with mud, and his white clothes were dusty. .

Zhu Zhihan turned his head resentfully.

Luanwu's face was covered with a mask, and he walked leisurely behind without smearing mud.

Strange to say, when Luanwu was dressed in red, he showed his sharpness and could grab people's attention at once.But now when wearing black clothes, it feels like a shadow, a ghost, as if if you don't pay attention, you will never find it.

The Sixth Junior Brother's right arm was wrapped with a cloth strip and hung around his neck, as if he had broken a bone, his leg looked like he was limping, and shouted: "Sect Master, what's the use of us doing this? It's too uncomfortable!"

Luanwu's leisurely voice came from behind: "Don't worry, hold on for a while, according to my experience, it will be soon."

After half a cup of tea, Zhu Zhihan finally understood what Luanwu meant.

Luanwu's bad luck is not only reflected in the fact that she has no fortune, and the treasures of heaven and earth despise her, but also in the fact that... she is particularly easy to be troubled by her.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay." Youdao's malicious voice sounded from the forest behind them.

As the sound fell, two hidden weapons suddenly shot from the front, hitting the feet of Wan Mengchen who was walking in the front, blocking their way, and arousing Feixue.

There were even two hidden weapons flying towards the sixth junior brother's cheeks, like an invisible deterrent.

Tandem, at least two people.

The voice continued: "Hand over all the things you got from the secret realm! Otherwise, the next hidden weapon will not cut the snow on the ground, hehe."

Zhu Zhihan immediately turned around to find Luanwu who was walking at the back.

However, where Luanwu should be, there is nothing.

What about her such a big master? ?

The three of Wan Mengchen reacted quickly, first drew their swords to be vigilant, and then turned their heads to look at where Luanwu was.

them:? ? ?

Sixth Junior Brother spat out the word "grass" for a long while.

Their suzerain has played a big trick on them!All of a sudden trap two people!

There are two most talked about stories in the secret realm, one is to meet the baby, and the other is to kill and seize the treasure!

The suzerain obviously felt that they were young and strong, and they didn't look easy to provoke, so he deliberately let them pretend that they had just experienced a fierce battle.

——But they really can't fight!

On weekdays, it's nothing more than gesturing with wooden knives in Zongli and fellow sects. They have never fought with malicious monks with real swords and guns!

Seeing that they were silent, the voice became impatient.

"Susu."

From the shadow of the tree, two figures dressed in black and covering their faces jumped out, and surrounded them: "Why don't you move? You defeated soldiers, don't you still want to resist?"

Wan Mengchen bitterly said, "Would you believe me if I said that we didn't see anything or get anything in half a day?"

The person in front: "Damn! It's obvious that you have fought against the monster guarding the baby."

Another person: "There are treasures everywhere in this secret realm, and I couldn't find anything in half a day. What kind of luck is this? Do you think we will believe it?"

Wanmeng Chenzhong: ...

Zhu Zhihan: ...

has been connoted.

It seems that it can only be played.

Zhu Zhihan probed the cultivation of these two people with his spiritual sense.

In fact, they are not high, one is Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, and the other is Foundation Establishment Sixth Level, no wonder the four of them dared to hide their head and tail when they saw that they were 'injured'.

On their side, the senior elder brother has the third level of foundation building, Wan Mengchen has the fifth level of foundation building, the sixth junior brother has the first level of foundation building, and Zhu Zhihan has completed his qi training.

If you fight, you might have a chance to win.

Zhu Zhihan took out his storage bag, and took out... a wooden knife.

she:……

Yes, when Luanwu announced that he was going to explore the secret realm, it was already late at night on the last day, and the trading area had long been closed. Zhu Zhihan didn't expect to experience it, and he didn't even think about buying a knife. At that time, it was too late.

She originally planned to wait and pick up one or two in the secret realm-there are often remnants of monks who fell here in the past in the secret realm.

Who would have thought that... in the secret realm, nothing would be encountered, and Luanwu would throw such a heavyweight over at once.

So it happened that each of the brothers faced the enemy with real knives, but she could only take out a wooden knife.

She could hear a chuckle from one of the gangsters the moment she pulled out the wooden knife.

This chuckle contained the gangster's contempt for the enemy, as well as his expectation for the robbery to end as soon as possible.

Zhu Zhihan: ...

What should I do if I am even more upset.

Unhappy is not unhappy, Zhu Zhihan still put on a posture, calmly concentrating.

This battle is different from any previous ones, no one will let her, without magic weapon to protect her, if she makes a mistake, she will be injured and may even die—although she thinks that Luanwu should not be so stupid.

But she has to make up her mind.

……

"Huh, huh..."

How the battle started, Zhu Zhihan has already forgotten.

She only remembered that she and her seniors were in a bitter battle. Gradually, her complicated thoughts were emptied, her physical strength was exhausted, and the only thing in her eyes was to kill these two people.

There is no distraction, only the battle of life and death.

A few breaths ago, she used the waist stance, but the wooden knife was cut off by the opponent's long sword - the most powerful advantage of the Miao knife is the flexibility brought by its slender blade, which is extremely unfavorable to her.

If she retreated at this moment, it would almost be equivalent to losing her fighting power.

But her senior brothers were also slightly or seriously injured. If she lost her again, the battle would be lost.

So she changed the saber at the waist to push and thrust, and seeing the last spiritual power poured into the wooden saber, at the moment when the corner of the enemy's mouth raised contemptuously, she sent the broken section of the wooden saber into that person's chest cavity.

Blood gushed out from his chest, and some of it even splashed onto Zhu Zhihan's face.

"Ah!!" the man exclaimed in shock, his face twisted into a ball in pain.

Zhu Zhihan didn't give him a chance, or he was afraid that he would not be able to kill him, so he didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed the man straight to the tree trunk to be nailed to death, and the pine snow fell from the tall treetop.

"Huh, huh."

Her heart was beating violently in her chest, she was breathing heavily, and small black dots appeared in front of her eyes.

At this moment, she didn't even have time to determine whether the person was dead, and there was only blankness in her mind.

The scorching fire burned in the blood until nothing was left. Under the overload of her body, she couldn't feel anything. For a moment, she cut off her perception of the outside world.

Until a hand rested gently on her shoulder.

She came back to herself suddenly.

Let go of the hand holding the incomplete wooden knife.

"You're doing well." A familiar female voice sounded in her ear, soft and soft that she had never heard before.

But at this moment, Zhu Zhihan couldn't feel it at all, or didn't have the energy to feel this kind of tenderness.

The perception returned to this body, and the sequelae caused by the overloaded exercise exploded in his chest. Panting for breath, Zhu Zhihan took two steps back, leaned against a tree trunk, and cursed intermittently: "You... bastard."

The brothers also finished dealing with it, Wan Mengchen raised the knife and beheaded the gangster.

Zhu Zhihan turned his head and looked at the corpse nailed to the tree trunk with his eyes wide open.

Before that, she had never really killed anyone with a sharp weapon.

In her last life, as a somewhat famous alchemist, she could afford to hire a sword cultivator to escort her. Even if she was alone and had to do it, she would use a powerful magic weapon to kill people.

There is a difference between using a weapon and killing someone with a knife.

Using a weapon is like crushing an ant from the air. It doesn’t feel real, but holding a knife is different. The feeling of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood is so obvious—especially, Zhu Zhihan is afraid that the broken wooden knife is not sharp enough. Pushed hard inside.

"Do you feel okay?" Luan Wu stood beside her, looking at several people with pale faces not far away.

Zhu Zhihan felt it for a while: "Not very good."

She paused: "But if there is an enemy in front of me, I should still be able to strike."

Luan Wu turned his head to look at her: "You are better than them."

Zhu Zhihan smiled.

She has gone through two lifetimes, if she can't compare with these fledgling 'boys', then her life is really in vain.

"Compared to you? Compared to you at the beginning."

"I'm different from you." Luanwu paused, and stated, "I was born a monster, and I didn't feel anything when I killed someone for the first time. Breaking a human's neck is the same as breaking a tree branch."

"So there's no comparison," she concluded.

This is the first time Zhu Zhihan heard Luanwu comment on himself.

It actually used the word monster.

Zhu Zhihan parted his lips, not knowing how to answer.Luanwu had already passed her and walked towards the senior brothers: "Go, go and comfort these frightened little guys."

A few people pretended to be injured before, but now they are really injured.

Fortunately, they were not serious injuries, and Zhu Zhihan still had some blood-enriching pills left, so they ate them separately, and felt much better in spirit and state.

Luan Wuzhi made them touch the storage bags and valuables on the two corpses.

With a touch of spiritual consciousness, the storage bag becomes an ownerless thing.

Looking inside, these two people probably have robbed some people, or picked up some good things. There are a lot of spiritual herbs and ores in the storage bag!

The wounded hearts of Wan Mengchen and the three were healed.

"This, is this creating wealth with both hands..." Wan Mengchen's hands trembled.

"It turns out that the fastest way to get money in the secret realm is to eat black people." Sixth Junior Brother murmured.

The elder brother nodded vigorously.

Zhu Zhihan: ...

She felt that she was out of place.

She asked Luanwu in a low voice, curious: "Do you often do this?"

"No. Most of the high-ranking monks are cunning, and the low-ranking monks are meager, so it doesn't make much sense to do so." Luanwu whispered back to her.

"However," Luan Wu's eyes flashed a little nostalgia, "At that time, it was often like this."

"that time?"

"When you were your age."

It turns out that they are still in the same line as the teacher!

Zhu Zhihan couldn't help but have some scenes in his mind. The bitter master took Luanwu and Tu Meng to practice, but he couldn't find any treasures on the way!The master said in his heart that he couldn't do it, so he decisively started the cultivation version of Immortal Dance...

No, no, no, you can't slander the image of the master.

Wan Mengchen counted the things in the storage bag, and reported to Luanwu: "...It's probably these, suzerain, are you here to keep them?"

Luanwu took the storage bag, paused, and asked Zhu Zhihan, "Are you usually lucky?"

Zhu Zhihan was caught off guard and asked, "Big, it's okay most of the time." Except for the last time in the last life, he was usually pretty good, and there was no shortage of spiritual herbs in the lower secret realm.

Luanwu nodded, and put the storage bag in Zhu Zhihan's palm: "Then leave it to you to keep."

Zhu Zhihan originally didn't believe in those mysterious things, but after a long time she had to believe it, and took the storage bag.

After processing the perfect thing.

Luanwu said to Zhu Zhihan: "That's right. Didn't Tu Meng prepare a real knife for you?"

"Uncle Master said that there is no rush, and he will fight for me later."

Zhu Zhihan felt a little embarrassed when he thought about what happened just now.

But Luanwu reached into his sleeve and pulled out a long knife that was sheathed.

The surface of the scabbard was pitch black, fused with gleaming silver black iron, as gorgeous as the Milky Way in the sky.Just by looking at the scabbard, one can imagine how extraordinary the knife inside would be.

The moment the knife was taken out, Wan Mengchen and the others all focused their eyes on it, unable to move away - it is impossible for anyone who uses a knife not to love this knife.

Luanwu handed the knife to Zhu Zhihan: "This is the knife I used when I was young. It feels good in the hand. You can use it."

"After you realize your own sword intent, I will take you to fight a sword that belongs to you."

Almost the moment Zhu Zhihan saw the knife, his mind was taken away.

She held her breath and took it.

The knife that Luanwu used when she was young...should have a special meaning to her.

Zhu Zhihan said seriously: "I will cherish it well. What's its name?"

"The name of the sword, Mu Xue."

Wan Mengchen and the others had tears of envy and jealousy on their lips.

After resting for a while, several people continued to set off.

In the next few days, they all did this black and black business, and gradually became proficient.

Zhu Zhihan discovered that Luanwu really had a special physique, which was more miraculous than her Xuanyin physique.Without him, they were robbed too often!

Generally speaking, being robbed should happen at most three or four times in a secret realm, right?

But I don't know if it's because they look too tattered and weak, or what's going on. In just a few days, they have gone through more than a dozen times!Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening when you watch the night.

It's more diligent than playing a mao.

Wan Mengchen couldn't help casting a suspicious look at Luanwu, wondering if the suzerain had found a caretaker.

Of course, this is impossible no matter from the logic or the financial resources of their sword sect.

However, there are still many benefits.

By virtue of this unconventional method, they finally got rich, and materials such as spiritual grass passed through the unlucky pickers, to the looters, and finally fell into their pockets.

And after these few days of tempering, their reaction speed and combat experience have been greatly improved.

He is almost promoted to a veteran in the cultivation world.

A few days later, night fell.

Zhu Zhihan woke up, rubbed his eyes, walked out of the simple tent, and went to change shifts with the sixth junior brother who was watching the night.

The sixth junior brother nodded to her and wanted to leave, but Zhu Zhihan stopped her.

"Junior Sister? Is there anything else?" The Sixth Junior Brother asked suspiciously.

Zhu Zhihan hesitated for a moment, and asked him: "The day I came back from Tianjingzong, at that time, you..."

The sixth junior brother understood what she was talking about, scratched his head, and smiled: "At that time, there were indeed some things that I didn't want to understand."

"Then do you understand now?"

The sixth junior was silent for a moment.

He stood there, looking at the quietly burning bonfire, and spoke for a long time.

"Senior Brother Wan has always been very thoughtful. Among us, he was also the first person to figure out what he wanted to do. Senior Brother Wan has something he likes, and he is willing to devote time and experience to it."

"They all have their own paths."

"It's just me. I don't have anything that I'm particularly good at, and I don't really like learning knives. I'm usually mediocre, lazy and slippery. When it comes to me, I can't do anything, and I can't think of what I can do. "

"Look at what you are going to do. Junior sister, you can make alchemy, senior brother can grow spiritual plants, third senior brother is responsible for selling them, and I, I am such an ordinary person, I don't even know where I should be."

Zhu Zhihan frowned: "No..."

The sixth junior brother shook his head: "Don't comfort me."

He smiled: "I have some thoughts these days. What's wrong with ordinary people? Can ordinary people not live? Just wait for me to think about it."

Zhu Zhihan looked at him.

He asked: "If I want to come up with an answer, sister, will you support me?"

Zhu Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief: "If it is useful to you, of course I support you."

"That's good."

The sixth junior brother got into the tent to rest.

Zhu Zhihan was the only one left by the campfire, and she rubbed her forehead.

In fact, she has been feeling uneasy for the past two days, especially today.

According to her memory, in the last life, in the secret realm of the snow mountain, a big change happened midway.That accident directly led to her separation from the sect and her encounter with Bo Mingwei.

If she remembers correctly, that accident will be tomorrow.

At that time, her cultivation base was too low, and she didn't understand what happened at all. She only remembered that the mountains shook for a while, and many monsters emerged from the end of the snow field, with deer heads and human bodies.

Then she seemed to have fallen into a hallucination, saw many things that never happened, woke up again, and went to the woods, where she was separated from everyone in the sect.

Heaven prevents anyone from telling the future, and it is difficult for her to talk to Luanwu and the others.

She sighed and thought, with Luan Wu, who is at the top of the cultivation world, there tomorrow, she should be fine.

However, it is still necessary for the senior brothers to hold the magic weapon in the shape of a rope and connect them together, so as not to be really separated.

"What's the matter?" On the tall treetops, Luan Wu leaned and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He probably heard her sigh, so he asked.

Zhu Zhihan shook his head.

"No problem, just restless."

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