Projection Upgrade Tour

Song Qing's words became more and more bold.

At the dining table, with the strength of the wine, he began to pull Chen An to continue to talk about his various anguish.

"Junior brother is in the sect, and can still practice with the power of the sect, but it is miserable as a brother. If you are sent to this Jiu'an city, even if you want to practice, you don't have that condition."

Song Qing's face was filled with anguish and a look of depression: "I'm not afraid of my junior and junior brother's jokes, my brother's qualifications were also good back then, and he should have done something, but he accidentally offended a deacon's son, and was finally punished. Suppressed, and even distributed to this Jiu'an City."

Are you having a bad time now?

Chen An looked at the trembling and respectful members of the noble family below, and couldn't help but flash this thought in his heart.

In his opinion, Song Qing's life is pretty good now.

Although he has no hope of further cultivation, he is still able to make a fortune in this Jiu'an City and enjoy all kinds of things.

Except for the lack of spiritual stones and elixir, the rest of the daily enjoyment can basically be satisfied, just like a local emperor.

It's already here, what more do you want?

Chen Anxin couldn't help but complain.

But he also knows that human desires are like this.

When you enjoy good things, you want more, never satisfied.

This is the case for Song Qing.

For monks like them, the various enjoyments of mortals are nothing at all, they are all things that can be obtained by rubbing hands.

As long as he is willing, even a cultivator who has just opened up the Purple Mansion can dominate the outside world, easily occupy the mountain as the king, and enjoy all kinds of treatment that ordinary people can't imagine.

A monk like Song Qing, who is on the fourth level of Qi refining, has more choices.

The enjoyment in the mundane is nothing to him.

Relatively speaking, these things are far less rare than the opportunity to go further.

The opportunity to practice cultivation is the most rare thing in this world.

And this opportunity can only be obtained within the Haoshan Sect.

Because only in the Immortal Sect, there are enough Taoist friends and seniors, there are enough spiritual stones and spiritual pills, and there are all kinds of opportunities for progress.

"If it is possible, I really want to return to the sect for my brother, even if it is driven by others, it doesn't matter."

Song Qing was still complaining, and his body was full of negative energy.

What else can Chen An say?

Considering that he was the master after all, he had no choice but to keep nodding in agreement.

By the way, it is also good to see what medicine the other party is selling in the gourd.

It seems that Chen An's cooperation gave Song Qing confidence, and it didn't take long for Song Qing to grab Chen An's hand drunkenly, as if testing it out, and said seriously, "Brother Fool, there is a chance here, as long as things are done. There are huge benefits, even if you become a deacon of the sect, it is not impossible, but I don’t know if the younger brother will dare to do it.”

"Oh?"

Chen An showed a look of interest: "But I don't know what the opportunity is."

"It depends on the performance of the younger brother."

Song Qing smiled strangely, but didn't say anything, just lay down straight, looking like he was drunk.

Of course, it must be fake.

Just kidding, this isn't mortal.

A monk with a dignified fourth-level Qi refining, his physique is comparable to that of an Inner Qi Realm martial artist, how could he get drunk so easily?

Chen Anxin was in the middle of the door, and seemed to look around unintentionally.

Before I knew it, most of the representatives of the aristocratic families had left, and only a few were left.

And these people have similar characteristics.

"The Scent of a Mage"

Chen An picked up the glass and muttered to himself.

He could feel the aura of a magician monk on these people.

Of course, there are only a few leftovers.

Because these people are still mortals in essence, not monks.

However, it can be seen from this breath that most of these are Song Qing's confidants.

As long as they are not confidants, they will be driven away early.

"Does this count as burglary?"

Chen An looked at Song Qing, who was lying on the side, and couldn't help but flash this thought in his heart.

From the situation of the voter in front of him, it can be seen that Song Qing in front of him is absolutely inseparable from the magic monk.

Even thinking in a bolder direction, maybe the demon monk who appeared in Jiu'an City was either someone else or Song Qing himself.

This is entirely possible.

However, Chen An was not prepared to do much.

After all, he wasn't going to really give his life to Haoshan Sect.

What kind of magic monk or something, what does this have to do with him?

He can come out to do this task, it is enough to give face.

To be honest, Chen An has regretted it now.

If he knew this was such a trouble, he wouldn't say anything.

Why don't you just stay in the medicine hall and concoct alchemy?

But it's too late to regret it now.

Chen An shook his head secretly, then got up, said goodbye to Song Qing, and left directly.

A servant on the side stepped forward and took Chen An to the room where he lived.

After Chen An left, the hall also began to move.

In just a moment, Song Qing lifted his head from the table and sat back in his seat.

His face was calm, his face was calm, and there was no smell of alcohol.

Looking at this appearance, where is the appearance of being a little drunk?

As Chen An thought, he just pretended.

Of course, not only did Chen An know that he was pretending, he also understood that Chen An knew that he was pretending.

Both of them knew it, but they didn't say it.

No way, there are some things that cannot be said under normal circumstances.

You can only talk when you're half-drunk and half-awake.

Otherwise, it is not a trial, but a showdown.

"Is Junior Brother Chen in the room?"

Looking up from the table, Song Qing stretched out, looking like he had a good night's sleep.

"It has arrived."

On the side, a servant responded: "Is the city chief going to do it?"

"No need."

Song Qing shook his head and glanced at the man: "My junior brother Chen is from the medicine hall, and I have a good relationship with the alchemists. It's better to stay still."

"After all, even if the Haoshan Sect is captured, the alchemists of the Medicine Hall are also the pillars and cannot be moved."

This is the truth.

No matter what plan they have, even if they want to take Haoshan Sect, the medicine pill is just needed.

And the alchemist who can refine enough medicinal pills is a hard-core talent in many immortals, but they cannot be recruited.

The reason why Haoshan Sect's plates are valuable is that in addition to a large number of fixed industries, such as the spiritual veins and the mountain protection formation below, that group of alchemists is also a considerable resource.

If so, who can compensate for the loss?

Song Qing understood this, so he wasn't ready to attack Chen An.

"Send things over there."

He thought for a while and said, "Let's see the attitude of the younger brother."

"Yes."

The servant below nodded and quickly withdrew respectfully.

the other side.

Chen An has returned to the room, ready to rest.

There are candlelights around the room, and the brilliance of divine power activation is shrouded in it. It looks extra bright, like the daytime, and it looks very clear.

"Come in."

There was a knock on the door outside, but Chen An was not surprised and let them in directly.

The door opened, and a beautiful maid walked in.

In her hand, there is still one thing, which is placed in the box.

"This is what the city lord asked me to give to you, Xianchang."

Putting the box down, she said respectfully.

"Put things down."

Chen An nodded and asked him to put things down.

After a while, the maid withdrew and the door closed again.

Chen An opened the wooden box and looked at what was left inside.

"what?"

An unexpected look appeared on Chen An's face.

After the wooden box was opened, there were two things left in it.

The same is a few black medicinal pills, and there are bloodshots on them, which looks a bit weird.

As for the other, it is a book of scriptures.

"Blood Demon"

Chen An opened the scripture, looked at it roughly, and then only frowned.

There is no doubt that this is the scripture of a magician monk.

It is only different from the Haoshan Sutra of the Haoshan Sect. This sutra revealed the uniqueness of the magic way of practice from the very beginning of practice.

The biggest difference between Xuanmen monks and magic monks lies in the way of cultivation.

Xuanmen cultivators generally maintain the purest way of practice, seeking between heaven and earth, only absorbing the purest vitality between heaven and earth, and using this to give birth to divine power.

But the magician monks often like to use various foreign objects to improve this process.

For example, blood eating.

This is the case with the Gorefiend Sutra in front of him. According to the descriptions on it, it needs to devour other people's blood in the place of cultivation. House practice.

Afterwards, the practice is killing all the way.

Theoretically speaking, as long as enough people are killed and enough blood and food are devoured, they can be promoted infinitely.

Snapped

A crisp sound rang out.

Chen An closed the scriptures and couldn't help frowning.

This magic monk is really magic.

The various cruel scenes in it can be clearly seen simply by looking at this practice method.

Relatively speaking, although the Xuanmen cultivator is not much better, he will not seek blood and food from mortals, and he will not seek human life for no reason.

But it is undeniable that this method of magic cultivation is not without merits.

One of the biggest advantages is undoubtedly fast.

Perhaps the cultivation process needs to kill a lot, but with this cultivation method, the cultivation speed will be quite fast.

With the same conditions and the same aptitude, the speed of these demon monks may be much faster than that of the orthodox Xuanmen monks.

And basically no resource selection.

Theoretically speaking, even if there is no elixir and herbs, and no other resources to assist, these cultivators can also rely on the various blood and food produced by mortals to move forward without much delay.

Of course, the flaws are also huge.

That is, the future practice will be prone to problems.

Taking the practice of devouring blood and food, it is easy to cause all kinds of problems in oneself, either going crazy or alienating into various monsters.

Chen An had heard a lot of such records in Haoshan Sect.

"What does he mean?"

After reading the Gorefiend Sutra, Chen An began to think.

Song Qing deliberately sent this thing over, it must have its purpose.

Is this a trial, or a showdown?