The ugly chicken stayed inside the bell hammer, and was not in the mood to absorb these countless elixir stones, supplemented by the elixir condensed from the aura.
Get out the bell hammer, lie on the Haoyang treasure bell, look at the empty cave here, just sit for a few days.
A few days later, there was still no change here, except for the continuous flow of spiritual liquid gold water, no one appeared.
The last thought in Ugly Chicken's heart that he didn't believe in finally dissipated completely.
Lying on the Haoyang Treasure Clock, his eyes were dim and his heart was full of sadness.
Looking back on the past, Haoyang Baozhong was refined in the Xuantian Sacred Sect. At first it was just a magic weapon. Here he was born with a bit of spirituality, and was added a golden crow demon soul by the master back then. After transformation, with the passage of thousands of years, it will completely evolve into a primordial spirit and awaken its wisdom.
At that time, the master, who was both a teacher and a friend, taught carefully, nourished and refined it step by step, until it was only one step away from being promoted to the point of Taoism.
At that time, the Xuantian Sacred Sect, Shi Ci Ziqian, everyone held a belief, a kind of energy, and few people only considered benefits. If the master of the year was someone who only cared about benefits and had a dull heart, It must have already broken through the shackles and lived tens of thousands of years longer.
To this day, the juniors who would come secretly and pester him to tell stories and brag, have all died of old age, died in battle
Later, when he was called the ancestor, new descendants would come to pay his respects every year, and the new suzerain would always come to ask for advice every now and then
Later, each generation was worse than the next generation, and their goal became just to keep the throne of Huliang No. 1 Holy Sect
No one came to pay his respects anymore, and no more daring younger generations came to pester him to tell the story of the year.
Later, the most powerful members of the sect were unable to completely refine the Haoyang treasure bell, so in order to restrain the Haoyang treasure bell, they built a cave here, hanging high in the sky of the holy sect, and shocking Haoyang everywhere. Baozhong, move here, lay down the ban, restrain the power.
Until later, Haoyang Baozhong became a tool completely, and this Yuanling who watched the growth and death of generations also became the most common magic weapon Yuanling.
The ugly chicken lay on top of Haoyang Baozhong, recalling the past, sighed, and really couldn't go back.
When the Xuantian Sect was at its peak, how confident it was, the magic weapon of the township, hanging high above the head, every disciple had only self-confidence, but now, the impression given to outsiders is only domineering. Isn't this already lost? The expression of self-confidence of the ancestors.
For several days in a row, even the suzerain didn't come here anymore, even if he casually greeted him about the hardships he had experienced, it would eventually make him feel better.
"Forget it, today I fully understand why the old master asked me to promise to wait for the Holy Sect for 30,000 years when he died. It turns out that he has already understood that if he has no ambitions, he only wants to hide in this corner of Huliang , sooner or later the Holy Sect will no longer be the Holy Sect of the past."
"Now, two 30,000 years have passed, and I have lived up to my trust. I hope that my departure this time will make these people sober and wake up from decay and silence."
The ugly chicken got back into the treasure bell, swallowed the spiritual liquid and golden water, and recovered itself.
Soon, a thin layer of fluff appeared on the surface of the ugly chicken's shriveled body like a hairless air-dried chicken, and the shriveled body also swelled up a little, and it seemed that the condition was much better
It's just that it's still extremely ugly
The return of the Haoyang Bell and Hammer was silent, and not many people in the Xuantian Sacred Sect knew about it.
What happened after this, and whether they communicated with Wanyong Company, no one knows.
Just as Qin Yang expected, he pretended not to know that it was the Haoyang Bell Hammer, but just regarded it as a scrapped magic weapon, and the Xuantian Sacred Sect never came to him to ask a word, everything seemed to be that he really All he wanted was to casually send out a scrapped magic weapon.
It's just that what makes Qin Yang a little upset is that instead of dispelling his arrest warrant, it has changed from a covert arrest warrant to a blatant reward offer.
These bastards have a good plan, no worries, continue to chase and kill a "dead man", pretending that they haven't got the hammer yet, pretending to jump over the wall in a hurry, waiting for fishing law enforcement, and then when the big birthday comes, they pretend to fight Face, will wipe out all those who want to make trouble
It's all a routine
However, there is still a year left, so it's none of my business.
The most important thing is to improve your own strength first.
Most of the exercises that are now integrated into the Zixiao Daojing are methods of physical cultivation, and hardware??I regretted staying for a few more days, and actually wanted to accompany Chen Youda to go shopping on the flower boats. In case an oiran threw herself into her arms, no one would take care of Chen Youda. Shadows, after all, are not good
Thinking about it this way, Qin Yang himself was very happy. How could the second generation ancestor of Shaoshou, who has a lot of money, be unpopular.
Touching his cheeks, this vest might really be ignored by no one. If it were replaced by the handsome and unrestrained face of the deity, those coquettish sluts would not swallow him alive.
Feeling fluttering all the way, flying not far in the inner sea, I saw dozens of antique buildings in the sea, forming a fleet, coming from the direction of the mouth of the sea.
The leading building boat is thirty feet high and one hundred feet long, with a large flag penetrating it, and an unopened scroll hanging on it.
Thinking about it, this should be the famous sea dragon map.
Just looking at it, Qin Yang was a little surprised.
Flower boat, to put it bluntly, is a brothel on the water.
These flower boats are not vulgar and coquettish, but quite elegant. When they come, there is a faint fragrance in the air, which seems to be floating in the air. At first sniff, it seems to be the body fragrance of a young woman in her twenties , such as Xin Rulan, when you sniff it carefully, it disappears without a trace, making people feel like a cat scratching their hearts, making them itchy and unbearable.
When the flower boats came, on the deck of the leading building, a delicate woman in a plain white dress without makeup, flicked the strings, cool and soft, sultry, but not a bit of profuse singing spread , but rather elegant.
Around the building, the lights and shadows intertwine, the aura shines, the plain white orchids are competing to bloom, the sound of the piano singing, the butterflies dancing in the paintings, surround the building and stay for a long time.
Qin Yang secretly admired, what a master, no wonder this flower boat is so popular, let the rough people say, this is a place for spending money to have sex, after all, if they do it like this, it will become an art, and it will be high-end , the price is naturally high.
"Brother Qiu, look quickly, Fairy Piaoxiang!" Chen Youda turned into a brain-dead fan, shaking his head in admiration with excitement: "I have always heard that Fairy Piaoxiang's paintings have become a master, but I didn't expect that there will be lingering sounds in the piano art. Absolutely wonderful."
"Hehe" Qin Yang laughed dryly, thinking, why haven't you seen it in the market? It's only a young chicken like you who will be deluded.
The one who runs a brothel doesn't even have eighteen famous utensils. How dare you solicit customers?
To put it nicely, it means touring performances, but to put it bluntly, it means flying like a chicken and delivering goods to your door.
Sitting in the jade chariot, Qin Yang should be listening to a little song. This girl has a good voice, good singing skills, good song, good stage effects, plus the compulsion is high enough. Put it here, it will fascinate you. A few broiler chicken regular customers, definitely more than enough.
After listening to the song, Fairy Piaoxiang got up and bowed slightly to salute her surroundings, her posture was elegant, and there was a bit of loveliness in it.
"If you want to be pretty, you have to be filial." Qin Yang muttered to himself, and immediately looked at the other party again, this dress can also score high marks.
"Brother Qiu, what did you say?"
"Oh, it's nothing, you're here, don't you want to sit down?"
"No hurry, it hasn't started yet. Every flower boat has an oiran, Fairy Piaoxiang is the first, and the other oirans of each flower boat will have a performance."
Qin Yang nodded without saying anything. He lowered his head and looked at his wrist, which turned into a circle of black shadows, and the storage bracelet printed on his wrist suddenly reacted.
Qin Yang frowned, his consciousness penetrated into the bracelet, searched around, and finally found the place where the sundries were stored, a little halo lit up.
Reaching out and flipping through, there was a book in his hand, and upon closer inspection, a halo lit up inside the book.
Qin Yang was stunned and didn't react for a while.
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