Chapter 450 Fellow Daoist, Have a Safe Journey

Jueyun Mountain, outside Yuanci Valley.

Luo Chen descended the spiritual cloud, concealed his figure, and quietly looked at the person sitting cross-legged in the valley.

"That's right!"

"It's Miao Wen!"

Miao Wen, the outer sect deacon of Yuding Sword Sect, the former head of daily affairs of Yuding Sword Pavilion in Dahefang.

In this remote large market, his realm may not be the highest, but his identity is unique.

Even Mi Shuhua and Zhou Qing, who are higher in realm than him, have to deliberately cater to him because of his identity.

However.

The man who had a well-organized and elegant appearance in the past, now has unkempt hair and ragged clothes, and can't see the demeanor of a generation of Yuding sword cultivator at all.

A pair of woven gold cloud shoes are tattered, revealing black toes.

The robes embroidered with the emblem of the Sword Sect, except for the emblem, can't find a few intact pieces of cloth on the body.

His face is full of mud, and there are some flesh and blood hanging at the corners of his mouth.

With this appearance, others would only think he was a savage.

Who would have thought that he was once a true cultivator of the foundation building, enjoying the admiration and respect of tens of thousands of casual cultivators in Dahefang.

Luo Chen observed carefully and suddenly exclaimed:

"His realm?"

Foundation building level one!

And it seems to be constantly falling.

Luo Chen remembered very clearly that Miao Wen's realm was not level one.

He was probably at the beginning of the third level of foundation building, one level lower than Mi Shuhua, but he was also one of the strongest in Dahefang at that time.

Logically speaking, after not seeing each other for forty years, no matter how bad the other party was, his cultivation should not have improved too much, but it should not have fallen!

Luo Chen's eyes wandered.

"Is it because he has lived in Yuanci Valley for a long time and has no spiritual nourishment?"

"Or..."

Suddenly, Luo Chen's eyes fell on Miao Wen, who suddenly trembled in the valley.

Visible to the naked eye, there were wisps of black Yin Qi that were like substance, discharged from his body.

As the Yin Qi was discharged, his turbid eyes seemed to have a trace of clarity.

But soon, the Yin Qi entered his body again like a swallow returning to its nest.

It is difficult to remove the maggots in the tarsal bones!

When the Yin Qi returned, he showed a struggle in his eyes again.

Luo Chen frowned.

That Yin Qi is very familiar!

Bai Meiling has similar Yin Qi.

But compared with the Yin Qi condensed in Bai Meiling's body, the Yin Qi on Miao Wen is much more condensed, and even feels like it is one level higher.

"The Yin Qi of the third-level ghost king?"

A thought came to Luo Chen's mind.

In a trance, he seemed to see the appearance of the three ghost kings reappearing in Dahefang, and the endless Yin Qi covering the inner city.

That battle!

It was very tragic!

The Luoyun Sect cultivator destroyed the market formation and released the three ghost kings. Jindan Master Linghu Jie used puppetry to control the three ghost kings to besiege and kill the elder of the Sword Sect Pang Renxiong.

In one battle, the inner city of Dahefang was beaten to pieces.

Even, in the end, the inner city was turned into a ghost den.

There were thousands of independent cultivators in it, but only a few survived. Only the cultivators from several major sects outside the domain survived under deliberate protection.

The rest, even the elder of the Sword Sect Pang Renxiong and the true disciple Luo Tianhong, all died in it.

Even Luo Chen once controlled the ghost general derived from Luo Tianhong's residual soul.

Unexpectedly, Miao Wen actually survived that battle.

"But it seems that he is living a life worse than death."

Luo Chen shook his head and no longer concealed his figure.

After confirming that the other party was not a threat, he took the initiative to land in the Yuanci Valley.

Once he entered, the aura environment that was so thin that it was almost non-existent made Luo Chen feel a little uncomfortable.

But his eyes were immediately on Miao Wen, who became restless because of his arrival, and his face showed cruelty, anger, despair, panic and many other changing expressions.

"Roar, woooo..."

Listening to the meaningless sound coming from the other party's mouth, Luo Chen sighed.

"Life is so painful, and the past grudges between you and me have made me embarrassed."

"But the Yin energy in your body is of great use to me."

"Forget it, let me help you get rid of it!"

Seeing that Miao Wen wanted to run.

Luo Chen raised his hand and threw a long banner from his hand.

"Xiaoling, set up the bewitching formation!"

"Yes, Master!"

Bai Meiling's delicate cry came from the long banner.

Then, the long banner fell to the ground, and with it as the center, waves of black fog spread out, wrapping up the entire Yuanci Valley.

In the black fog, Luo Chen shook his wrist again.

A broken brass ancient mirror floated out.

On the bronze mirror, the spiritual light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Miao Wen's figure was covered.

Luo Chen began to make hand gestures with his hands, muttering something, and his eyes looked at Miao Wen, who was panicking and roaring like a wild beast.

"Mirror flowers and water moons lead souls into dreams. Ghosts and gods ask the heart, and see through one's own heart!"

"Hey!"

With a light shout, Miao Wen, who was looking at Luo Chen, froze all over.

His body collapsed limply, and he sat cross-legged on the ground.

And in the ghost and god ask the heart mirror, a sword sound suddenly rang out.

"We sword cultivators are not attached to external things, but should be loyal to a sword!"

...

In a small courtyard, a young man was led in to test his spiritual roots.

After a long time, a faint voice came from the cultivators in the courtyard.

"Gold, water, and earth three-series spiritual roots, the aptitude is medium and low, not suitable for entry."

The young man knelt down with a thud, his face firm: "Disciple Miao Wen, I am willing to serve the disciples of the Sword Sect as a chores, just to stay in Yuhuang Mountain!"

"Forget it, senior brother, give him a chance!"

The young man was kept.

Do the cleaning work every day.

In his spare time, he practiced the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect's outer sect.

After ten years, he led the Qi into his body, and entered the Sword Sect with the fourth level of Qi Refining, becoming an outer sect disciple.

After becoming an outer sect disciple, although there were still many chores, he still did not give up practicing.

He practiced sword all day long for decades, and finally participated in the small competition of Qi Refining disciples. With his superb swordsmanship and perseverance, he was promoted to the inner sect by the elders of the Sword Sect's inner sect.

Entering the inner sect should be a happy thing.

This means that there is hope for the road!

However, the sudden change in environment also means that the people you get along with have become different.

They were no longer the mediocre people in the outer sect who lived a mediocre life, but became talented young people who practiced hard and had excellent aptitude and talent.

In contrast with these people, Miao Wen looked even smaller.

Others also had the so-called persistence and hard work.

He thought that he could catch up with those with double spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots by spending three times the effort.

However, regardless of whether he could catch up or not, those geniuses also worked very hard under the guidance of their elders, and their character was no less than his.

In daily practice, setbacks came one after another.

The increasing age meant that the hope of building a foundation was getting slimmer.

When the Sword Sect's sixty-year sect competition came, Miao Wen participated in the battle with a body of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

But he was defeated by the swords of the geniuses of the same generation who had been with him day and night.

Failure is not terrible.

What is terrible is that he did not get the quota for building a foundation.

In addition, his age had passed the best period for building a foundation, so the resources of the Sword Sect would naturally not be inclined towards him.

He once again returned to the outer sect.

As an outer sect disciple who was promoted to the inner sect by exception, he was originally a legend, a person admired and admired by countless outer sect disciples, but he rolled back in such a dejected manner, and those eyes made him unbearable.

"There are true geniuses in this world, and the so-called hard-working geniuses do not exist. Because true geniuses will also work hard, and only hard work can exchange potential and turn from geniuses into a generation of strong men."

"Since the time when the courtyard tested the spiritual roots, I have already lost miserably."

The night he returned to the outer sect, Miao Wen was completely discouraged.

Although he still practiced habitually afterwards, it was just a habit.

He was no longer thinking about the sword.

Instead, he turned to scheming, climbing, power, and wealth.

After all, the world outside the Yuding Sword Sect told him that the sword is not the only way.

In this way, when he was eighty years old, he was lucky enough to get a foundation-building pill from an inner sect disciple that the other party could not use.

This is not the only lucky thing.

Relying on that foundation-building pill, he succeeded in building the foundation at an inappropriate age!

After building the foundation, he became more determined in his thoughts.

Sword Dao is not the only way, and other methods can still achieve the great way!

As a true cultivator of foundation building, the Sword Sect has other treatments. Even if you are old, you can have the status of an inner disciple.

But Miao Wen refused the status of an inner disciple and chose to become an outer sect steward who was seen as a slave by others.

Then, he began to take over many miscellaneous affairs of the outer sect.

From the sect's secular affairs to the business in the nearby market, after a long time, he finally gained the trust of the sect and was sent out to a place to manage the Jade Ding Sword Pavilion alone.

Dahefang is the farthest and most dangerous place he has been sent out in his life.

But at the same time, this is also the most suitable place for him to have an opportunity!

Here, he made friends with the garrisoned cultivators of the upper sect's industry outside the domain, won over the local scattered cultivator forces, and seized various resources and wealth.

He even got several kinds of heaven and earth elixirs that can prolong life.

A six-leaf emperor lotus sent by Mi Shuhua of the Poshan Gang is one of them.

He used these life-extending elixirs to get through the upper-level connections of the sect, allowing him to stay in Dahefang for a long time.

Then, the action of grabbing wealth began to accelerate and increase!

"When I earn enough resources for me to practice to the great perfection of foundation building, I will return to the sect. At that time, I will choose a second-level superior cave to practice for a hundred years. Before my life ends, I may be able to break through to the golden elixir stage!"

This is Miao Wen's fantasy.

And he really almost had such an opportunity to fulfill his dream.

Dan Chenzi, Luo Chen!

An alchemist who unexpectedly rose from a casual cultivator.

He represents countless wealth!

Unfortunately, an unexpected battle destroyed everything.

In the bronze mirror.

Miao Wen, Luo Tianhong and others, according to Pang Renxiong's instructions, presided over the formation and fought against the three ghost kings.

In the end, the formation was broken and the people were killed!

Luo Tianhong died on the spot.

Miao Wen was also seriously injured.

However, relying on his familiarity with the inner city after running Dahefang for many years, he managed to escape from the ghost den.

But when he was escaping, the Yin Qi of the Ghost King, who was beaten to pieces by Pang Renxiong, entered his body.

He was already seriously injured, and the remaining consciousness of the Ghost King in the Yin Qi shocked him and he couldn't control himself.

In a daze, he fled to a place that he felt subconsciously was very safe.

Jueyun Mountain, Yuanci Valley.

"As long as I recover from my injuries here, I can return to Sword Sect and report the information on Dahefang. Maybe it will be a great achievement."

However, this time it took decades to recuperate.

The injury did not heal, but his condition became worse and worse.

How powerful is the Ghost King under Dahefang who has been suppressed for hundreds of years!

The instinctive desire to survive caused the remaining consciousness to compete with Miao Wen for body dominance.

Even if his consciousness remains, Miao Wen cannot stop him.

"It's a pity that if I can continue to practice hard on the sword and reach the state of mind where the sword heart is clear during the foundation building period, how can this mere ghost king consciousness stand up to me."

"Should I regret it at the beginning..."

While muttering, Miao Wen shed turbid tears from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

A black halo enveloped his soul.

"Jing Hua Shui Yue, solution!"

Click...

The water mirror is broken, the flower moon disappears.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

There are no calluses on it from practicing swordsmanship. It has been pampered for many years. Even if it has been chaotic for the past forty years, the cultivation in the foundation period still allows it to maintain its original whiteness and smoothness despite the filth.

He raised his head and looked at the tall man standing in front of him holding a bronze mirror.

It had a somewhat unfamiliar temperament, but also a somewhat familiar face, and it was impossible to confirm it for a moment.

"You are... Luo..."

"Deacon Miao, long time no see, Luo Chen is polite."

Luo Chen glanced at the Ghost Heart Mirror with three new cracks, put it into the Thunder Accumulating Ring, and then saluted the extremely weak Miao Wen.

Miao Wen opened his mouth. He was so weak that he could no longer use his spiritual consciousness to check Luo Chen's realm.

But the feeling that the other party could kill him with just a finger cannot be faked.

He smiled bitterly and suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"

"Three thousand four hundred and forty-nine years in the Shanhai Calendar." Luo Chen replied.

Miao Wen was startled and his body swayed.

"Forty years have passed..."

While muttering, he raised his head and looked at Luo Chen again, but stopped talking.

As if he knew what he wanted to ask, Luo Chen said calmly: "In that battle, Pang Renxiong died, and Dahefang became a ghost town. But he did not die completely. Instead, his residual spirit and resentful spirit joined the ghost world and turned into a ghost. A third-level ghost king."

"I knew that Elder Pang would not die that easily. When he was building the foundation, he had already cultivated the realm of clear sword heart. Even if he dies, he can still turn to the ghost path."

"The sword's heart is transparent?" Luo Chen raised his eyebrows. He had just learned this statement through the other party's manifestation experience in the Ghosts and Gods Mind Mirror.

Miao Wen nodded, avoided the topic, and asked about other things.

Luo Chen also took matters into his own hands and told him some of the major events that had happened in the Jade Cauldron Territory in recent years.

For example, Han Zhan, the Supreme Elder of the Luoyun Sect, was promoted to the True Master of Yuanying, starting a war with the Shangzong, and so on.

Listening to these things, Miao Wen's eyes showed a complicated look.

There seems to be some desire, but also a little fear.

But in the end, he looked calm.

"You and I are not exactly friendly."

"Back then, I used the words that tortured my heart to get a glimpse of the most despicable side of your heart. Now you use the treasure of asking my heart to let me find my true self."

"Repaying evil with kindness is not your character, Luo Chen."

"Plus you confessed these things frankly... thinking about it, I'm dead."

Luo Chen pursed his lips and stared at the other party seriously.

After a moment, he smiled.

"As you think, yes."

This was a frank admission that he had the intention to kill him.

In the past, Miao Wen might have humbled himself and begged for mercy.

But after experiencing forty years of life that was worse than death, now that he was able to regain his full consciousness, he had looked away.

"Actually, whether you kill me or not, I won't be able to live for more than two years in the current state of my soul. It's not that easy to deal with the ghost king's remnant soul."

He smiled and said to Luo Chen: "Since you didn't kill me directly and went to a lot of trouble to wake me up, I guess I have what you need!"

Luo Chen nodded.

Didn't do any twists and turns.

"I need that pure Yin Qi in you!"

"The ghost king's original yin energy?"

Miao Wen was startled.

Then, his eyes caught sight of the timid girl flying around in the black mist nearby.

Although the body is extremely solid, it looks like an ordinary monk.

But with that strong ghostly aura, Miao Wen could still identify the opponent's condition with his knowledge.

"For her?"

"Um."

"If this girl gets the Yin energy from the ghost king in me, from now on, it will be a smooth journey to the third level of ghost king realm."

"She was also a casual cultivator who died in Dahe Nei City."

Miao Wen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with emotion.

"That's all, tell me how you want to do it, and I will fully cooperate with you."

"It's very simple, it's just a matter of harmony between the inside and the outside!"

Luo Chen gave Miao Wen a detailed explanation of how to extract Yin Qi.

In fact, with his methods, whether it is the Dacheng Cleansing Technique or the Divine Deterrence Technique, he can definitely remove the Yin Qi from Miao Wen's body.

But that yin energy is too high-grade.

If one person is not well controlled, he may run away.

In addition, there is still the remaining consciousness of the Ghost King in it. If Bai Meiling accidentally absorbs it, an accident may occur.

Therefore, he needed Miao Wen to cooperate with him and take the initiative to crush the ghost king's consciousness inside.

In this way, Bai Meiling can absorb the Yin Qi of the third-level ghost king without worry!

Miao Wen has been fighting with this consciousness for decades, so he naturally knows how to deal with it.

Soon!

With the cooperation of the two, a wisp of Yin Qi was extracted from Miao Wen's body and flew towards Bai Meiling who was sitting cross-legged under the soul-nourishing banner nearby.

A day passed in a flash.

Between heaven and earth, it has fallen into a dark night.

That is to say, in the Yuanci Valley, there are no wild beasts and monsters to disturb, otherwise it would be very dangerous to camp in the wild so carelessly.

Finally.

When the sky was about to dawn, Miao Wen's body trembled.

The Yin Qi of the ghost king that had been entrenched in his body for many years was completely removed.

And Bai Meiling also shook her head and muttered to Luo Chen twice, as if she was drunk, and then got into the soul-nourishing banner.

Watching Luo Chen put away the banner, Miao Wen, who was extremely weak at the moment, looked a little unbelievable.

During the one-day and one-night cooperation in removing the Yin Qi, he got a glimpse of Luo Chen's true realm.

"Are you in the late stage of foundation building?"

Luo Chen did not hide it and said frankly: "Eighth level of foundation building, and it will take at most ten years to reach the ninth level of foundation building."

Miao Wen opened his mouth.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After the ninth level of foundation building, wouldn't it be to impact the state of perfection and then form a pill.

This is what he fantasized about in this life.

Luo Chen is going to do it so soon?

He is still so young!

What kind of shit luck did he have...

However, when Miao Wen saw Luo Chen's gray and white hair tied behind his back, he pursed his lips.

He knew Luo Chen's qualifications.

He was ten or a hundred times worse than himself for the five spiritual roots.

He also knew Luo Chen's background, which could be said to be helpless in the world of immortal cultivation.

In this situation, Luo Chen can reach this point at this age... Thinking of the many major events in Yuding Domain that the other party had mentioned before, although the words were plain, he seemed to be at the scene of each one.

Finally, Miao Wen understood.

There is no such thing as good luck.

It's just that the other party has gone through thousands of difficulties and accumulated little by little to now.

There is morning mist covering Yuanci Valley.

The coolness made the old man suddenly feel cold.

Perhaps it was not the cool morning dew, but Luo Chen's slowly projected, murderous eyes!

Miao Wen opened his mouth and said slowly: "Can you wait a little longer?"

Luo Chen frowned, "One moment earlier, one moment later, what's the difference?"

Miao Wen looked at his filthy body, and then looked up at the sky that was bright and dark.

It seemed to be back to the boy who was sweeping the dust of fallen leaves on the mountain trail with a broom before dawn.

"If this goes on, I'm afraid my fellow apprentices will laugh at me again."

Luo Chen was stunned.

…

On the top of Jueyun Mountain.

White clouds are floating and the breeze is gentle.

Down the mountain, there are roars of beasts and waves of pine trees.

In the distance, the Lancang River is surging, as if it has not changed for thousands of years.

A red sun, like an egg yolk, jumps out of the clouds and slowly rises into the sky.

Miao Wen, who has a new look, has tied up his long hair and trimmed his beard, with his dry but clean hands on his knees, he looks at the sunrise seriously.

When the sun completely emerges, a curve hangs on the corners of his mouth.

Then his eyes gradually lose their spirit, and finally he slowly lowers his head.

Luo Chen stands by, holding a jade slip in his right hand, holding the storage bag that the other party took the initiative to unlock the spiritual consciousness restriction before his death, and watching this scene silently.

After a long time.

A wisp of green flame falls on the old man's body, and finally turns into a pile of ashes.

Rolling up his sleeves, rolling up the ashes, Luo Chen leaps up.

When passing by the Lancang River, he raises his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, have a safe journey!"