There was an immortal market in ChuFeng City.
Chang Sheng had been delayed for a long time by his beloved rune formations and only when he was satisfied did he fix his clothes and tie his hair, and took Xiao niao out for a stroll.
The most important task of the twig sword was still to act as a cane, so Changsheng walked slowly along the streets where the cultivators came and went, slowly sweeping his consciousness around and around, whispering to Xiao niao all the way.
When he finished sweeping one stall, he went on to look at the next stall, strolling slowly, spending most of the day without finishing the street.
He and Xiao niao squatted in front of a rag on the street whose corner was held down by four small stones.
Behind the rags was an old man sitting cross-legged, his eyes half-opened, looking drowsy.
Chang Sheng squatted in front of the rags, picked up some ugly ores, touched this and that, and the old man didn't chase anyone after touching for a long time.
"How much is this?" Chang Sheng picked out an orange broken stone.
"Ten low-grade spirit stones." The old man raised his eyes and only looked at Changsheng.
"Don't just buy anything randomly. That is a clarifying stone. It is one of the ordinary seven-color stones. This size is worth at most eight low-grade spirit stones." Xiao niao flapped its wings.
The stall owner raised his eyes again, and said to Xiaoniao: "Little friend, this old Taoist has been sitting here for so long waiting for someone with predestined relationship to come, isn't this worth two low-grade spirit stones?"
"This senior is right." Chang Sheng said to Xiaoniao.
The little bird really wanted to smear their boss's face with its wings. This guy who wasted spirit stones. Look down on two spirit stones, sooner or later you will cry because of the lack of two spirit stones!
Xiao niao wanted to smack his boss in the face with its wings. This guy was wasting spirit stones... Just look down on two low level spirit stones, one day you will be crying because of lack of two spirit stones!
Hearing that Chang Sheng called him senior, the old Taoist smiled, revealing two rotten rows of stained teeth.
"Who is this? I wonder why his voice is so unpleasant, how dare he speak with the sound of a broken gong? isn't it the little guy who speaks rhetorically twenty percent of the time!"
The familiar voice came, and Chang Sheng didn't need to sweep, he knew who it was.
" Xiao Lu, what's going on today, were you let out by your senior brother to sweep the streets, are you so happy to hear my voice, that you are in a good mood?"
"You're a fucking coward, I'll kick you to death!" Lu Shui Wu's voice approached, and he lifted his foot and kicked at Chang Sheng in the knee.
Just then Changsheng's crutch came forward and hit Lu Shuiwu's calf.
Xiao niao flapped its wings and knocked Lu Shuiwu to the ground, causing Lu Shuiwu, a Jindan stage cultivator, to fall on his buttocks.
"Ugh!" Lu Shui Wu cried out.
"Master Lu!" It was a familiar voice.
Chang Sheng saw two groups of slender Qing Qi running quickly and helped Lu Shui Wu up.
Lu Shuiwu broke away from their hands angrily, and shouted: "Leave, who told you to touch me!"
Lu Shuiwu stood up by himself, and yelled at Xiaoniao and Changsheng: "Do you want to die! Do you know who I am, how dare you push me!"
Chang Sheng gave the stall owner ten low-grade spirit stones, took the clarifying stones and put them into his pouch, then stood up slowly and said, "I know, isn’t it Xiao Lu? You have such a hot temper, you must have a single fire spirit root, and your fire must be very strong!”
The immortality consciousness swept up and down Lu Shuiwu's body, originally wanting to make sure if this person was really a fire spirit root, but besides seeing a cloud of white air, he also found something wrong.
Chang Sheng's consciousness scanned up and down Lu Shui Wu's body, originally wanting to check whether the person in front of him was really a fire spirit root, but he found something else besides a cloud of white clear qi he also found something wrong.
In Lu Shuiwu's dantian, there was a faint cloud of black energy?
What the hell is this?
Demonic cultivation?
"I told you not to sweep, but you are still sweeping, you really are looking for death!" Lu Shuiwu made a formula in his hand, and a burst of fire swept over.
Then Changsheng voice said: "Xiao niao, don't move!" at the same time fire talisman was fired, and the golden flame directly swallowed Lu Shuiwu's jindan stage Fire, shocking everyone on the street.
"What!" Lu Shuiwu called out. "What kind of talisman do you, a sword cultivator use!"
It was the best golden level talisman! The kind with the most powerful aura!
Changsheng frowned and shook his cane turning it into a twig sword and he went straight at Lu Shui Wu. Lu Shuiwu started fighting with Changsheng's small sword empty-handed. He had already seen that Changsheng's sword had no blade edge, according to legend, an unedged sword was a sign of mercy or a sign of immaturity of the sword, but he didn't care what Changsheng's reason was, all he wanted was to kill him.
The two of them exchanged swords and palms and the twig sword changed in various ways it was at one time short and another long, sometimes he would make it bend so that Lu Shui Wu could not catch it.
Not only did Xiao niao resemble its master's form, so did the sword!
Changsheng suddenly bucked up and striked Lu Shui Wu's dantian with his left hand, causing Lu Shui Wu to take two steps backwards with a grunt.
Chang Sheng, who met Lu Shuiwu, shivered A cold chill rose from his tailbone and went straight to his heavenly soul, and his heart trembled in his chest and even missed a few beats.
Lu Shuiwu is known to everyone in Chufeng City. He is the dual cultivator of Feng Zhaobai, the eldest disciple of Lingyi, the master of Lingtian School. He has an extremely bad temper and is also known as the Ghost Sorrow.
But today, a fresh-faced Foundation Stage practitioner had actually hit this Jindan Stage practitioner, which really scared the people around.
"You scared me to death!" Chang Sheng jumped up on the spot. "What is that thing in your stomach! Are you a demon practitioner?"
"You're the demonic cultivator!" Lu Shui Wu yelled, then suddenly paused, and then her face twisted a little, making that beautiful, heavenly face to be distorted: "You ...... can see my stomach ......"
Changsheng's goosebumps were still rising, and he shook his head, "I don't know what's going on with you, what's wrong with you? What's that blob of stuff?"
Lu Shui Wu was silent for a moment, but was stunned.
The two people behind Lu Shuiwu ran up instead, and shouted: "How dare you utter nonsense to slander our sister-in-law as a demon cultivator.”
The two men were at the last stage of the Jindan period, and even if he took his pills, he would not have been a match for the two great Jindans, but he just stood there with his twig and sword in hand, and as the defense array on his robe was activated and at the same time he swung the sword stoke he had learned that morning.
One swing, two swings, three swings.
The aura of heaven and earth was activated, and Xiao niao screamed, the pressure of the bird's singing, accompanied by the sharp sword force overturned two jindans.
The jindans fell on their buttocks, and struggled for a few moments before being unable to get up.
The jaws of the cultivator’s around dropped and they rubbed their eyes.
God, this sword cultivator is going against the sky! What did they just see? It was like seeing an ant raping an elephant!
Lu Shuiwu was only stunned for a moment, but instead of losing his temper when he found the two men had fallen to the ground, his whole face turned cold, and he quietly sent a message to Changsheng through sound transmission, and said:
"Let’s Walk!”
Then grabbed Changsheng's hand, and the two disappeared in the street in an instant.
Changsheng was dragged away by Lu Shuiwu for no reason, and he didn't know what Lu Shuiwu did. Maybe he used a magic weapon, He could not shake his grip, but felt the sky spinning around him for a few moments before he was thrown down. He touched the ground, it was green grass, did they go to the outskirts?
Changsheng felt a little nauseous.
Lu Shui Wu threw a small purple cave the size of a palm on the ground, which grew into a large courtyard after landing.
Lu Shuiwu held Changsheng's by the collar, kicked the door open, and brought Changsheng in.
Because he didn't use his spiritual power to attack Changsheng, the defensive formation on Changsheng's robe didn't activate, and he was carried into the yard like a kitten.
The door is closed, and the place became different world.
This is a rare magic treasure in the eyes of cultivators, there are large and small places, small ones like this one in the hands of Lu Shui Wu are already very precious, larger ones can even form a world of their own.
The legendary heaven and earth ruins and the relics of immortals that only open once every few years or a hundred years are all extensions of this kind of treasure which is known as the mustard seed space.
Lu Shuiwu threw Changsheng on the bed, crossed his arms and looked at Changsheng strangely.
Changsheng couldn't get up after trying a few times. He knew that he had overexerted himself. He was clearly not at that level, yet he still fought against three jindans and now he had used up all his spiritual power and was captured, if he really died he deserve it.
Changsheng said to Xiaoniao with a pale face: "Xiaoniao, I'm sorry, because of me you got captured too! You run away and ignore me. In future, you must find a master better than me and let someone capable protect you, so that you won't end up like this.”
Xiao niao opened its wings and covered Chang Sheng's face. "I came out with you to protect you, not to let you protect me, stupid Changsheng, do you think this little jindan can hurt me?”
"Ouch!" Xiao niao’s wings hit his face so painfully that he wiped his face and became even more dizzy.
"Lie down, there's a bed and a quilt and a pillow, you sleep, I'll take care of you," the bird said.
After struggling a few more times, he realized that he really couldn't do it anymore, so he just rolled his eyes and passed out.
Lu Shuiwu originally wanted to talk to Changsheng, but he was taken aback by seeing how Changsheng was like this. "What happened to him?"
The bird jumped to the edge of the bed and pecked its feathers with its beak, then realeased onto Lu Shui Wu a pressure even greater than that of a Jindan stage.
The bird said, "Don't come over here, my boss is not well and has used up all his spiritual energy trying to beat you, so now is the time to rest. If you dare to do anything wrong, I send you to hell with one wing and I will show you no mercy!”
Lu Shuiwu was about to die of anger: "I told you I'm not a demon cultivator! What's in your heads? Is there a demon cultivator as clean as me and still able to use the Flame Technique?”
The bird said: "Since my boss said you are a demon cultivator, you could be one!"
Lu Shui Wu said angrily, "If I were a demon cultivator, I would have strangled him long ago when he messed with me so much, why would I keep him alive?”
Xiao niao said: "Who knows what all of you demon cultivators are thinking, and you speak as if you had no intention of killing my boss."
"You!"
Xiao niao chirped: "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you, it's a waste of my spiritual energy.
Xiao niao yelled, " Little sword, protect your master!”
At this time, the little sword in Changsheng's hand moved slightly, and a faint scent of grass permeated the air. Thin green buds slowly grew around the little sword. The movement was very slow, but under the protection of the little bird, In the end, it formed a dense green grass net, which surrounded Changsheng's whole body.
It was the first time that Lu Shuiwu had seen Jianxiu's sword which could be used as a sword, a walking stick, and a fence. And this sword cultivator doesn't just cultivate swords, he also cultivates talismans and raises strange pets!”
"What are you guys!" Lu Shuiwu felt that his cognition had been messed up by Gu Changsheng.
Xiao niao was also surrounded by the protective circle of the branch sword. It yawned: "I'm tired, I need to rest, I will talk about everything after my boss wakes up, help yourself."
After it finished speaking, it’s body gradually stiffened, slowly turning into the original wooden puppet appearance, and the whole bird stood still without moving.
Although the bird had a high level of cultivation, as Chang Sheng had told Lu Shui Wu, it was still a puppet bird with no body, only a soul.
Moreover, when it was picked up by Changsheng, its soul was already dissipated. If it weren't for the actions of the people of the Qixuan Sect, it would have returned to Chaos long ago.
It was only after signing a more esoteric master-servant contract brought out by the peak master of Xiao shou peak (Little Beast) that Changsheng took it in and kept it by his side every day, using Changsheng's own aura and the Xiao dan peak’s (Little Dan) elixirs to nurture it, that it was able to stay awake.
Therefore, once Changsheng fainted, Xiao niao would also faint. Without the spiritual energy of Changsheng to support it the bird with such a high level of cultivation will instead become the soul of the silkworm, and it would be terrifying.
"......", Lu Shui Wu took a few steps closer and poked his finger at the web of green shoots. He found that the same amount of force he used on it would be the same amount of force that bounced back.
In a moment of interest, he made an aura bullet and shot it up, only to have it bounce back without a hitch, almost blowing his face off.
Lu Shuiwu waved his hand in a huff ready to blast away the strange green net, but when he caught a glimpse of Changsheng's dead white face, he somehow couldn't move his hand.
"It's just a teenage kid, he’s not worthy of my attack!"
He took a few glances at Changsheng, finally snorted, and went to the next room and sat down to practice.
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