Wang Chong accompanied Zhu Hongxiu for a few days in the 100,000 mountain. Zhu Hongxiu didn't say he wanted to come out of the mountain, so Wang Chong naturally didn't mention it. Anyway, he had nothing to do recently. Apart from thinking about the earth-based spiritual objects on Liang Shuyu, the only clue was Zhu Hongxiu. Where else should he go?

Anyway, the scenery of Zhu Hongxiu chose was quite beautiful. She dug dozens of cave rooms and lived in a spacious place.

Here, I go to retreat and practice every day, and have beauties accompanying me. What’s wrong with saying?

On this day, Wang Chong was accompanying Zhu Hongxiu to watch the snow scene. Looking down from Feihuang Cave, he felt that the group of jade hills appeared.

There were two black lines in the distance, wandering around the mountain in the distance, and the two lights were extremely slow, which looked like an hour or a hundred miles away.

Wang Chong hadn't seen such a slow escape light for a long time, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Is this your neighbor?"

Zhu Hongxiu leaned lazily on Wang Chong's shoulder and said, "There was a casual cultivator who escaped from his enemies. In order to avoid his enemies, he fled into the depths of the 100,000 mountains and searched for a cave hundreds of miles away. These were two boys under his school. I usually have closed caves, and they didn't know that I lived here."

Wang Chong smiled slightly and said to himself: "I don't know what enemies he has provoked?"

Although the little thief demon was curious, he just thought by a flash and had no interest in exploring the final question.

After all, he is just a casual cultivator in the side, and even if there is any story, it has nothing to do with him.

Wang Chong looked at the two black lines fighting the strong wind in the sky with great difficulty. After only one stick of incense, he had to fall down to rest. After a while, he then soared into the air, ups and downs, and it was very hard.

I couldn't help but ask: "What are they doing?"

Zhu Hongxiu replied: "Maybe it's to collect herbs!"

Wang Chongxin said, "Is there any spiritual medicine produced on such a cold mountain?"

He was not very interested in spiritual medicines. After all, there were thirty or forty spiritual fields in his Lingxu gourd, which were more than a hundred acres of large amounts and two or three acres of small amounts. He planted countless strange flowers and plants and precious spiritual medicines.

Wang Chong changed his tone and smiled and said, "Hong Xiu'er was in seclusion in such a bitter and cold place, and his life was quite hard. I saw that the tea I drank was not as good as back then. It just so happened that there was some spiritual tea here, which was given by a friend. If you let your witch cook it, how about taking advantage of the snow scene to enjoy the tea?"

Wang Chong took a small gourd with the dragon moss golden scale, which was enough for two or three pounds, and handed it to the witch who was attending him.

Although Zhu Hongxiu has witches who accompany him when traveling, and her application is extremely luxurious, she is not content with enjoyment, but she has lived like this since she was a child and developed a habit.

So after leaving Wanmo Hall for a while, the cost around her was naturally a little less. She didn't care much, and just passed by.

She glanced at the dragon moss golden scales taken out by Wang Chong, and couldn't help but smile: "It's actually spiritual tea produced in Nantu. It's not easy to cultivate this thing, and there are few productions in Wanmo Hall."

Wang Chong smiled and said, "It's just that some dragon spiritual beasts are needed, so why not be easy?"

Zhu Hongxiu smiled and said, "It is those dragon-spirited beasts that are often taken to cook by ordinary people in the sect to cook, so this tea is often raised to death."

Wang Chong coughed, his face flushed a little, and he thought to himself: "The luxury and prosperity of the Supreme Demon Sect is indeed not comparable to my poverty. I raised those eight little dragons quite precious. If it were someone else, he would just kill and eat meat."

The witches cooked new tea. Zhu Hongxiu looked at Xiaolong winding and sipped it all in one mouthful, but there was no intention of special appreciation. Obviously, such a spiritual tea is worthy of her praise.

Wang Chong made great efforts in front of Dulong Temple, Li Xiang and others with these good things produced by Lingxu Cave Heaven, but he used the wrong force in front of Zhu Hongxiu and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Zhu Hongxiu and Wang Chong were drinking tea, and they saw that there were thousands of miles away, several rays of light moving, and a black cloud rolling. I don’t know who was fighting.

The two boys were not good at seeing such a scene and were still trying to collect herbs, but a light of light flew out and glanced at Wang Chong and Zhu Hongxiu, then hurriedly grabbed the two boys and returned to their hiding place.

Obviously, this cultivator from the side also saw the battle in the distance, for fear of causing harm to the fish in the pond, so he snatched the two boys and went back to hide in the cave.

Wang Chong smiled and said, "It's lively here!"

Zhu Hongxiu chuckled and said, "Not only is the bustling place, even in the prosperous place of Dongdi, there are immortals coming and going and demons fighting each other. But no one can see it, so I won't pay attention to it."

She stretched out her slender finger and said, "These two families are the subordinate branches of the great sects, and they are considered to be true teachings. They both valued a mountain and wanted to establish a sect here, so they fought for the sake of their own."

Wang Chong smiled and said, "There are so many peaks here, why bother fighting for one? Isn't it just to choose another peak?"

Zhu Hongxiu smiled and said, "There is a spiritual vein on that mountain. We don't need to practice it, but for them, if they have this spiritual vein, they can save seven or eight points of effort. It would have taken 130 or 40 years to cultivate Tiangang. With the spiritual vein, it would be possible to achieve it in fifty or sixty years."

Wang Chong was shocked and said: "There are still people who need more than a hundred years to cultivate Tiangang? Wouldn't they die of old age long ago?"

Zhu Hongxiu laughed and said, "Are you all you and me in the world? Even those who have cultivated Tiangang for three or four hundred years are not rare. Eat some elixirs that can prolong their lives. This is the common people of these third and fourth sects. Our Taishang Demon Sect cannot enter Tiangang for fifty years. We don't have to die of old age and be killed by the master. The master and his fellow disciples will despise them."

Wang Chong thought for a while and nodded, "Yes! If it were those famous and upright sects, they would not have accepted such poor qualifications."

Wang Chong remembered Wang Xiangyang Yao, and the baby bear Mo Huer back then. If these people were serious, they were already smart children from all over the world. But if they hadn't had a great opportunity, people in the immortal world would not have the idea of ​​accepting disciples if they met in person.

They are even better than them. Those third and fourth-rate sects and miscellaneous cultivators will consider accepting disciples when they see them. However, these children have been starting over for decades to enter Tiangang.

For example, people from Yanbei admire literary etiquette. If they can turn back to their childhood, they will be such talent.

As for the higher-level genius, being able to enter Tiangang within thirty years has become the successor that many sects are scrambling to seek.

This is also why the practice of aristocratic families will get worse and worse. The disciples will choose good ones. When the child is born, will the parents be willing to throw away the qualifications? If the qualifications are poor, they must teach Taoism and encourage growth. How can they maintain the inheritance?

Wang Chong remembered that there were three old disciples in his Lingxu gourd, and he couldn't help but sigh. As for Zhao Jianlong, he almost forgot about it, and then he remembered it by the way.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "Let's go back and send them to Daluo Island!"
Chapter completed!