Chapter 83: The Madman Sharpens His Knife at Night

The carriage was traveling on the official road.

The horse was a dragon-blood horse of a different species, with a special bloodline, and could travel a thousand miles a day.

The carriage was covered with fire velvet cloth that was impervious to water and fire, and a carriage was worth a thousand gold coins. It was running steadily and quickly on the official road.

Everyone avoided it because it was the carriage of the Murong family of Cuiyun Peak.

The Murong family was one of the four major families of Huoyun Sect, and there was an ancestor in the late foundation-building period and five elders in the foundation-building period.

Huoyun Sect even had an ancestor in the golden elixir period, and was a powerful sect.

Murong Xiu was the eldest grandson of the Murong family, with outstanding talent. At the age of sixteen, he had already reached the first level of Qi training.

The old ancestor Murong spoke highly of him: "Gentle and gentle, a banished immortal son." This describes the boy as kind and highly qualified.

Murong Xiu looked at the mirror in his hand. The mirror was simple and made of bronze, and it naturally radiated light.

The divine sense probed into it, but did not feel anything, only two lines of text on it: The sky and the earth have an end, the mulberry fields have changed, it is neither magic nor illusion, I am the fairy in the mirror.

The mirror did not move, and Xu Xuan was thinking on the opposite side whether to fool this guy.

This person looked high-ranking, so he might not be fooled.

Murong Xiu was quite interested in this thing, and things that could not be explored usually must have big secrets.

"I wonder if this thing can improve Sister Jia's qualifications? In this way, the family can also agree to our marriage."

Children of large families usually have no control over their marriages, and they can freely choose their wives, either from another large family, or with high qualifications.

This time, I went out of the mountains, and I also wanted to bring Chen Jia's family up, because mortals are too chaotic.

"Murong Yuan, come in! The horse can see the road by itself."

Soon, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a boy about his age came in. The boy looked ordinary, with a hint of determination in his eyes. The space inside the carriage was similar to that of an ordinary house, and it was also specially treated with magic.

This is the son of the Murong family, and now he is Murong Xiu's servant.

"When you picked up the mirror, did you find anything else next to it?"

"No, just a mirror. I just picked it up, and there is no text yet."

"Okay, you go out first."

Murong Xiu asked him to leave.

"Yes!"

The young man sat at the front of the carriage, thinking of the scene when he first picked up the mirror. He was very excited at that time, but he still handed it in later. He couldn't hide this little thing from others.

Just as his father said before he died, it is better to be a beggar than a slave. Beggars still have a chance to make a living, but slaves have no freedom and rely on others for their lives.

There was an explosion in front, and then flames shot up into the sky. A burst of screams came, and there was a fiery red cloud in the sky, and the owl of the devil could be heard faintly.

"What a courage!"

Murong Xiu knew that the devil cultivators killed people. These people like to use the lives of living beings to practice magic. No matter where they go, they are the targets of everyone's shouting.

Wow!

The figure rode the cloud away. This time he secretly went down the mountain, and did not bring a powerful magic weapon, fearing that the family elders would track him through the magic weapon, but it was basically enough to deal with this kind of demon cultivator.

"Wait where you are, be careful!!"

Sword lights flashed in the sky. The demon cultivator was ugly and had pustules on his skin. This was the sequelae of practicing evil magic.

He was even a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi training.

But the orthodox cultivators of Xuanmen did not have much pressure in the face of the strange magic of the demon cultivator. After all, their basic skills were stronger than theirs, and they only needed to see through the flaws of the magic.

Soon, Murong Xiu repelled the strong enemy, but he was also injured. Half of his body was stained with blood, and his robes were on the verge of breaking, and his body fell to the ground.

Murong Yuan drove over in a hurry. A group of surviving villagers surrounded Murong Xiu, and a woman dressed simply, like a lotus in autumn water, was looking after him.

"Everyone make way!!"

Soon, Murong Yuan and Chen Jia sent Murong Xiu to Chen Yuanwai's house.

On the bed, Murong Xiu was a little weak, and smiled: "It's just exhaustion, a minor injury. A Yuan, you will share some food with the villagers later."

"Yes!"

Murong Yuan left, leaving the two of them to be intimate.

Night.

The night was dark and windy, and the bright moon was shining alone.

Murong Yuan looked at the sky and made a decision in his heart.

"I won't be a slave anymore! I want to change!"

He wanted to run away, otherwise he would be trapped in the mountains for the rest of his life, but life in the outside world was not as good as being a slave, unless... he had power.

In fact, he concealed some things. He also saw the poem on the mirror, and the poem was followed by the content about giving himself power.

I must seize it, this is the last chance in this life.

Suddenly, a madman sharpened his knife at night!

Murong Xiu has a good personality and is very good to me, but I want to become stronger, at all costs.

"Hey, A Yuan, why are you sharpening your knife?" Chen Jia was holding a bowl of medicine at some point, and saw Murong Yuan sharpening his knife with his back to her, and asked curiously.

Wow!

Murong Yuan turned his head suddenly, with a ferocious smile on his face.

On the other side, in the room.

On the table was a magic sword and a magic mirror. Murong Xiu leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to rest.

Squeak!

The door opened, and Murong Yuan came in with a tray, and the things on the tray were covered with black cloth.

"Ah Yuan, why are you here? What is this?"

"I've brought a treasure to the young master."

Crash!

The black cloth was lifted, and the girl's head looked at Murong Xiu with frightened eyes.

Seeing this thing, Murong Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, his heart was twisted, and a ball of fire was brewing in his chest. He lost his mind and lost consciousness in an instant.

At this time, Murong Yuan rushed over and slashed into Murong Xiu's head with a knife, almost splitting his head in half. Although Murong Yuan was not a cultivator, he was also a martial artist with a strong physique. The body of a low-level Qi training person was not much different from that of a mortal. Murong Xiu was unable to react and died completely.

Injured, lost consciousness, broken robes... Under various factors, Murong Yuan seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Xu Xuan couldn't help but sigh. This kid made a serious mistake. Qi training is not indestructible. Don't think that mortals can't hurt you. Murong Yuan should have practiced martial arts and has good strength.

Blood spilled on Murong Yuan's face.

"Hehe..." He looked weird, half crying and half laughing, looking at Murong Xiu's body, then rolled the things away, and rode away overnight while others couldn't react.

From then on, he will restore his real name - Zhou Yuan.

In the mirror world, Xu Xuan saw all this and couldn't help but sigh: "A living genius is a genius."

Murong Xiu's family conditions are good. He grew up in everyone's flattery and courtesy. He didn't know much about the evil of human nature.

Unlike himself, when he was with others, he would not take off the talisman and spell, even when he was alone.

Judging from his performance just now, this man named Murong Xiu is indeed a cultivator with a good heart. It's a pity that good people can't survive in that world.

"This guy is really ruthless."

This kind of person is ambitious but has mediocre talent. He can do it too.

In the dense forest, Zhou Yuan placed the mirror and offered the stolen storage bag, kneeling down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Disciple Zhou Yuan, I pay homage to the immortals and ask the immortals to grant me divine power. I am willing to go through fire and water!"

A line of words appeared on the mirror.

"Good, you have passed the test. I am the immortal in the mirror. I select 108 immortal species on behalf of the heavens. Today I grant you the status of an immortal species."

A flash of light appeared on the ground, and a medicine bottle appeared on the ground. There were twelve kinds of immortal insects in the medicine bottle. Precautions and a simple cultivation method appeared on the mirror. This is the Chenzhou Calming Mantra.

Xu Xuan set two goals, one is to actively develop power, and the second is to collect spirit stones and treasures.

Then he ignored it.

"Great."

Zhou Yuan was excited. The immortal in the mirror accepted him, which meant that he was useful. Now he was safe.

Judging from the words of the Fairy in the Mirror, there seemed to be 107 people like him. It seemed that he was not the most important one and there might be some kind of competition.

In ten days, Zhou Yuan spent ten days planting twelve insects in succession with great perseverance. He instantly became a master of the peak of mortals, and his combat power was no less than that of the early stage of cultivating qi.

The power of a tiger, the endurance of an ox, the speed of a leopard...

The escape became easier.

Xu Xuan returned to reality.

"Finally, it has been planted. Next, I just need to wait for the harvest." Xu Xuan thought.

The advantage of this world is that the flow of time is different. One year here, ten years there.

Soon they will become useful. The mirror can transmit sound, text and images. Even if they are disobedient, Xu Xuan can kill them with insects.

There is a storage bag on the table. This is Murong Xiu's storage bag. When he opened the bag, he found thirty-two low-grade spirit stones and some things like Qi-recovering pills.

"Sure enough, except for casual cultivators, no one will keep their belongings on them." Especially the big sects, they are very good at preventing the leakage of skills.

This amount of spiritual stones is enough for me.

I have been here for four years and spent eighty spiritual stones to improve my cultivation and magic.

Xu Xuan walked out of the door, and suddenly he looked at the outline of the distant mountains in front of him.

Under the night, only five or six figures were seen rising and falling in the forest, and disappeared in an instant.

"Huh? Insect-growing monks?" Xu Xuan was quite curious. This was not a disciple of the White Emperor Sect. Could it be the remnant of Taiyi Sect?

Thinking of this, Xu Xuan followed and found that Gu Yunsou in the temple was also gone.

Followed in the night.

In front of him was Sun Qingbai, a Taiyi sect monk and the descendant of Sun Taixuan.

Sun Qingbai looked sinister and had a deep scar on his face, which was a sign of escaping death.

Ten people besieged two old men, one of whom was Gu Yunsou, and the two old men were even as powerful as these people.

"Hand over the things quickly, and I can spare your lives!!" Sun Qingbai shouted.

"You remnants of Taiyi Dao, you still dare to come out!! Aren't you afraid that Master Xu will kill you?" Gu Yunsou roared.

"Haha, Xu Xuan? Where is he? When I get Xie Ziran's magic, I will go meet him in person! I will definitely avenge the past!"