I preach with black technology

Chapter 48

Sword Sect.

Not long after the sun rose, He Changyue finished a set of swordsmanship as usual, loosened his muscles and bones, picked up a piece of meat pie that had been baked a long time ago from the oven on the side, bit it lightly, and the meat juice almost flowed down the skin to the ground.He Changyue was very experienced. He didn't mind burning his mouth. He finished sucking the gravy and ate the meatloaf one bite at a time. The spiritual power contained in it was replenished into the meridians, and he had completed his breakfast.

Such a meatloaf looks small, but consumes a lot of spirit stones. The crust of the pie is ground into flour from the wheat from the spirit plant space, and the meat is minced and blended with the best parts of the pigs raised in the spirit pet space. It is all spirit Stone farming, every mouthful is full of the breath of money.

Even the oven used to bake the cakes was what He Changyue asked Lu Yan cheekily many years ago. With the blessing of formations, the oven is always kept at the right temperature when baking, and it will not burn no matter what. It is a killer in the kitchen. A must-have artifact.

Most of the monks are bigu. He Changyue is now able to build a foundation and achieve great consummation. He still retains the habits of a mortal. In the middle, the master of Jianzong retreated, and several elders were in charge. The brothers and sisters below competed for the position of the head. He Changyue had no intention of participating, so he simply closed the door to live his own little life, and occasionally received the brothers, sisters and masters who came to have a meal.

But today's situation is special.

He Changyue carried his natal sword. He was a dandy and pompous, and his natal sword also inherited his characteristics. During the more than a year in Houtucheng, He Changyue pestered the sword given to him by Taoist Yue every day. A lot of low-key and luxurious gemstones were added, until the last Yue Taoist blindfolded and blindfolded, for fear of blinding his eyes.He Changyue didn't think his eyes were hot, the treasure was very precious, it was polished every day, and he didn't want to drop a drop of sweat on it. The scabbard and hilt of the sword had a special gleam in the sun, and they were very expensive at first glance.

Very expensive.

Gui who is incompatible with Jianzong.

As He Changyue walked along, the younger brothers, sisters, nephews and nephews around him greeted him, and He Changyue also returned the greetings, throwing money along the way.

Give the junior brother a small piece of meteorite iron, give the junior sister a dagger that he found out, and give the young nephew a headshot and a pair of wrist guards.

A string of praises of "Brother He, Uncle and Uncle are so kind" fell behind him.

To be honest, He Changyue really likes being praised.

He Changyue came to Tianzhu.

The gatekeeper elder sensed the peculiar money aura of the most incompetent direct disciple in the sect, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and said familiarly: "Going out again?"

He Changyue saluted the gatekeeper elder, and when he got up, he squatted down next to the gatekeeper elder and winked, "Hello, gatekeeper uncle, I brought you a jar of wine, I guarantee you haven't drunk it."

Other than the sword, the gatekeeper elder enjoyed the best wine in his life, and his cultivation at the transformation stage could keep him from getting drunk for a thousand cups. Hearing this, the gatekeeper elder's cloudy eyes opened a small slit, and he unconsciously leaned in He Changyue's direction Damn, but he said: "Huh, what kind of wine in Zhongzhou has I never drank."

He Changyue took out a jar of wine from the storage bag. Before he could speak, the natal sword hidden in his body by the gatekeeper elder came out of its sheath with a "shua". He opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to summon the long sword, and frowned slightly: "Although it is weak, it is indeed demon energy."

"Uncle Gatekeeper, don't get excited," the coercion between Jianxiu and Jianxiu became more obvious. He Changyue was caught off guard and was almost crushed to the ground. When the coercion disappeared, He Changyue said mysteriously, "There is a devilish energy That's right, the wine brought back from the Demon Realm, uncle dare to taste it?"

The wine brought back from the devil world.

The gatekeeper elder was not an idiot. He immediately understood the meaning behind He Changyue's words, and his old eyes sparkled brightly: "That Lu Bupo Lu junior nephew from the Divine Creation Sect is back?"

Two years ago, the seal array guarding the gate of the demon world guarded by Houtu City was broken. It was rumored that Lu Bupo used his body to suppress the demons. The entire cultivation world was mourning the fall of this talented boy. The demon world invaded and failed to attack Mahayana. They elders were uneasy, and the gatekeeper elders were even more prepared to protect the sword sect with death, and never let the demons cross the sky.

Who would have thought that after two years, the demons were silent, and Lu Bupo would return safely from the demon world?

"Yes," He Changyue knew that Lu Yan didn't want to hide it, so he shook the wine jar without any scruples and said, "Otherwise, how could I come back from Houtu City? The wine was given to me by Bupo Junior Brother. It is said that it is from the Demon Realm. It is brewed from a special vine fruit, which does not contain magic energy. Both monks and ordinary people can drink it. I don’t like wine, so I want to ask the gatekeeper uncle to try it for me. If I sell this wine in the future, can it be okay? Make a small profit or two."

The gatekeeper elder was persuaded by him, and he was not polite anymore. The long sword was put back into his body. The gatekeeper elder lifted the bottle cap and the red cloth covering it, and a distinctive wine fragrance burst out suddenly.

"Well!"

The gatekeeper elder has lived for hundreds of years. He has tasted all the famous wines in Zhongzhou. There has never been a kind of wine that has such a special aroma when it is opened. He can't say the specific words, so he just raised the wine jar and drank it. a mouthful.

The wine brewed from the magic vine fruit has a high alcohol content, is spicy and hot, and has a sweetness unique to the magic vine fruit.

The gatekeeper elder thought carefully, and when the smell of the wine dissipated, a sense of pity arose in his heart. It was a pity that he had never tasted such a good wine before, and it was a pity that he might not be as good as other wines in the future.The gatekeeper elder sighed leisurely. Seeing He Changyue's expectant eyes, his nephew's talent in swordsmanship was really mediocre. He was accepted back then because of his fate with the Sword Sect. The financial resources support less than half of Jianzong, only to realize that the fate is here.The gatekeeper elder said meaningfully: "It's not just about earning two sums."

He Changyue heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the affirmative answer, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy: "I'm relieved to have the words of the gatekeeper uncle!"

The sky is big and the earth is big, making the most money.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Brother Bupo!

A feather slowly fell on He Changyue's head and said, "Your guest."

The feather looked soft, but it was actually extremely sharp.

It belongs to Tibetan Fenghe.

There was the sound of flapping wings in the air.

He Nian landed outside the gate of Jianzong, his body elongated and turned into a human form.

He Changyue was waiting for He Nian when he went out today. He got the news from Lu Yanshuijing yesterday that he would come to visit Jianzong. To make it official, he asked He Nian to pass on a greeting card.

In more than ten years of business dealings, Lu Yan often asked the three brothers Hai, Lu and Air to deliver goods to He Changyue. Xun Cang didn't like to go to Jianzong, and Jiao Ruyan was an aquatic monster who couldn't run fast. Most of the time, He Nian delivered the courier. , He Nian is also familiar with the gatekeeper elder.

He Changyue stepped forward, took the greeting card from He Nian, moved the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but ask, "Why does it smell like burnt?"

He Nian's face froze. He was rarely wearing a long robe. The big hood covered his hair and forehead, only his nose and mouth were exposed. He subconsciously pulled the hood, snatched it from He Changyue's hand and accidentally dropped it. Feather, hurriedly said: "I have sent the greeting card. My little ancestor should have told you about other things in advance, so I won't repeat it. Just leave it alone, remember the five-star praise, thank you."

After finishing speaking, He Nian turned around, lifted his robes and turned into a prototype of a Tibetan front crane, and flew away with a "swish", turning into a crooked black streamer and disappearing into the sky.

He Changyue: "..."

He Changyue raised his hand in front of his forehead to look out.

How did he feel that the year of the crane lost its feathers while flying?

Does the Tibetan Fenghe that has been cultivated into a demon also have a hair shedding season?

In the distance that He Changyue couldn't see, He Nian wrapped his long robe under his feet, and every time he flapped his wings, feathers would rustle into the wrapped robe.He Nian found a corner where no one was around, and glued the fallen feathers to his body one by one. Finally, he carefully inserted the feathers he had snatched from He Changyue's hands back into his wings, lovingly stroking the tiny little ones that had just grown. Fluffy, said brokenly: "It's hard to save so much, not one less!"

Muttering and sticking all the feathers to the bird again, He Nian took off lightly: "...Fortunately, the dead fish is worse than me, balance, the mentality must be balanced!"

Qionggu Peak of the Divine Creation Sect, Jiao Ruyan was sealed with demon power, holding a sack in one hand, miserable, picking up small white flowers and chrysanthemums one by one on the huge Qionggu Peak, Jiao Ruyan's nose was itchy, and immediately shot I sneezed, I don't know if I used too much force, the sea-blue long hair broke away from my head and fell into the small white flowers.

Jiao Ruyan rubbed her nose: "Whoever scolded me must be..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiao Ruyan looked down at the wig she had just made, threw away the sack beside her, with tears in her eyes, held up the wig she made with the hair she had fallen out in previous years, and carefully patted it. I keep telling myself: "Balance, it must be balanced, no hair is better than no feathers... Hey!"

Birds and fish are still living in harmony today.

He Changyue put the greeting card into the storage bag, and bid farewell to the elder gatekeeper: "Uncle, let me go to the master first, don't finish the wine at once, I don't have a lot of goods, only this jar, after drinking it, I will drink it all at once." there is none left."

The gatekeeper elder has always been in a cross-legged posture, the wine jar that has already opened his mouth is safely placed beside his legs, and he waved his hand: "Go back quickly, so much nonsense."

The head of Jianzong has been recuperating for more than a year, and the affairs of the sect are managed by several elders, including He Changyue's master, who is ranked sixth, and the juniors of Jianzong call him "Sixth Elder".

The Sixth Elder was different from the other elders. He only had He Changyue, a useless apprentice. Even though the sect head and several other senior brothers urged him to find two talented people in the sect, he was not in a hurry. From time to time, he would go to the apprentice's place to grab a meal. He was the only elder in Jianzong who was quite casual and kind.

Next to the main hall of the sect master is the meeting hall. Usually, several elders gather here when there is something to do. Today, as the sixth elder was sitting in the conference hall, He Changyue turned the corner and went to the mountain peak of the sect master to find his master.

He Changyue had just arrived when he ran into Duan Tongfeng who came out from the head.

Duan Tongfeng is the head of the Sword Sect, the head disciple of the sect, and all disciples should respectfully address him as "Senior Brother". He Changyue used to look forward to a sword cultivator like Senior Brother. He was strong, indifferent, and possessed all the qualities that a sword cultivator imagined. As a direct disciple, He Changyue also wanted to get close to the senior brother.

It's a pity... He Changyue evaded to the side and cupped his hands, "I've met senior brother."

Duan Tongfeng frowned. Before he came to the master's side, some disciples were showing off the gift from He Changyue. He just glanced at it casually, and he knew that the quality was not bad. He had a lot of magic weapons in his private library, and Jianzong's resources were tilted towards him, so he didn't care. These little things, but they can't see He Changyue's extravagant behavior, so they habitually said: "Our Jianzong has always been thrifty, hardworking, and respectful. Junior Brother He must have been messed up by the outside world and contaminated with some bad habits, so pampering disciples , wouldn’t it harm them, Junior Brother He, why don’t you swing your sword a thousand times a day, reflect on yourself, and with the reputation of Zhengjianzong, you must never do business again.”

He Zhangyue lowered his eyebrows and sent Duan Tongfeng out respectfully: "Let the senior brother decide..."

Ah bah, who cares about me once the gate of my yard is closed!

Unable to see Duan Tongfeng, He Changyue's expression was ever-changing, and he was about to vomit.Jianxiu is notoriously poor, and Jianzong who is full of swordxiu is not very rich, but Duan Tongfeng has all the resources of Jianzong, so of course he doesn't feel that his disciples are working hard. You know, He Changyue doesn't just give things away He is a dandy, not because he has no eyesight. If the sword body of the disciple is damaged, he will give a little meteorite. If the wrist guard is worn out, he will give a new pair. If he just started without a natal sword, he will give a dagger for self-defense.

Just such a little thing, the disciples below have to work hard to get it.

This elder brother is really...why not eat minced meat.

Jianzong has a long history, and there are many talented sword repairers. However, in the past thousand years, the world of cultivation has been sluggish, and Jianzong has also been sluggish. Only Duan Tongfeng was born with a sword body. With his physique, Duan Tongfeng successfully became the head disciple of the sect and the only one who can A sword repairer who can handle it.

It's just that among his peers, the most talented swordsman is not Duan Tongfeng, but another Fuyi with a natural sword body.

Fuyi is five or six years younger than Duan Tongfeng, but he got started very early, so Duan Tongfeng also called Fuyi "Senior Sister". He Changyue had seen Fuyi's sword before, and that was a realm that he could never reach in his life.

Sharp, hard, and indomitable.

If Senior Sister Fuyi was born in Jianzong, what about Duan Tongfeng?

Even if Senior Sister Fuyi is not there, there is still Senior Sister Song Fuyao, whose talent may be slightly inferior.After He Changyue came back, he saw Senior Sister Fuyao practicing swords, sealing her spiritual power every day, swinging her sword three thousand times without any damage, and a hard callus formed on her palms, anyone would say "admiration".

He Changyue lightly brushed away the non-existent dust on his shoulders. Regarding Duan Tongfeng, He Changyue sincerely felt that what Junior Brother Bupo said was true.

——Distance produces beauty!

In the meeting hall, the Sixth Elder was doing nothing. He had gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and a long beard braided into a small braid. At the bottom, he tied a small bow with a red string. He put his feet on the table, respecting his disciples The breath was familiar, and he didn't move. His eyes lit up and he asked, "Did you bring food to your master?"

In the entire Jianzong, the sixth master and apprentice are the least like Jianxiu.

He Changyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and threw a jar of dried fruit made from the magic vine fruit that Lu Yan gave him to the Sixth Elder, deliberately scaring him: "If you eat something from the devil world, you will become enchanted."

The Sixth Elder stretched out his hand, and with a "snap", he held the jar of dried fruit in his hand, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, threw a piece of dried fruit into his mouth, narrowed his eyes so sweetly, and said, "Don't think I don't know , this is given to you by the one from the Divine Creation Sect, it tastes really good, is there any more?"

He Changyue spread his hands, handed the greeting card to the Sixth Elder, and said, "The dried fruit is gone, Master, can you take a look at this?"

The greeting card was very delicate, with the logo of the Divine Creation Sect, the Sixth Elder recognized Lu Yan's handwriting, and laughed at the end.

He Changyue hadn't read the greeting post, after all, it wasn't for him, but he knew what it was for, but he didn't know why the Sixth Elder was smiling so happily, and asked in confusion, "Master?"

The Sixth Elder closed the greeting card and said, "Among your peers, Lu Yanlu is the second, and no one dares to be the first."

He Changyue quickly looked out, and signaled the Sixth Elder to keep his voice down: "Fortunately, Senior Brother Duan left and couldn't hear you."

Otherwise, Duan Tongfeng will definitely sue when the head of the sect leaves the customs.

The Sixth Elder stroked his beard indifferently, and said, "Lu Bupo wants to pay a visit to Jianzong. The matter is as small as it is trivial, and as big as it is, it can be as small as a friend, or as big as a sect..."

Then, the Sixth Elder pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "There is still a period of time before the one-year period, I also want to meet Lu Bupo, and see if he can make some changes to the current Jianzong, Chang Yue , help me reply, and say that Jianzong welcomes you."

The Divine Creation Sect never falls.

Lu Yan raised his hand to catch a stream of light, there was a trace of sword intent in the light, Lu Yan vaguely felt that it was in the same vein as He Changyue's sword intent.After Liu Guang was pinched, it turned into a piece of letter paper. Lu Yan unfolded it and raised his eyebrows clearly.

Ah Liang practiced calligraphy on the table beside him, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Bupo, is this the letter from Jianzong?"

Lu Yan nodded, put the letter into the storage bag, and said, "Yes, Ah Liang needs to prepare."

"Three days later, set off to Jianzong."