"Today I want to cultivate. I wanted to use the Yin Evil Qi stored in the Qiankun bag, but looking at your current situation, I'm afraid there isn't much Yin Evil Qi left in the bag." Shen Luo heard this and said.
"Reporting to Master, the Yin Evil Qi has indeed been absorbed by this subordinate, but the Yin Evil Qi that entered this subordinate's body is purer and can be used by Master." Gui Jiang immediately cupped his fist and said.
"That's good. These days there will be a lot of missions to kill ghosts, so you don't have to worry about finding a place to replenish it. "Shen Luo said.
"Yes." Gui Jiang immediately responded and consciously sat cross-legged opposite Shen Luo.
Shen Luo's eyes slightly condensed, his fingers together, and began to draw on his arm. In a short while, he drew a blood-red array of dense patterns.
He pointed at the Ghost General with two fingers, and a strand of pure Baleful Yin Qi began to sweep towards the rune on his arm.
The array lit up, and the intense pain of being bitten by ants came again. Shen Luo immediately restrained his mind, and carefully began to use the Mysterious Yin Meridian Opening Technique.
Time flew by, and it was already the morning of the third day.
A suppressed roar came from the small building, and the closed window on the second floor was suddenly pushed open.
Shen Luo stood by the window, his eyes clear, and the residual fluctuations of the aura on his body were still surging. The Yangming Large Intestine Meridian on his arm was faintly flashing with blue light, apparently it had been opened.
In order to open this Dharma Meridian, Shen Luo suffered more than before, including the meridian opening in his dream. During this time, his Yangming Large Intestine Meridian on his hand was broken three times, and his Quchi and Hegu Meridian exploded once.
Three of the broken meridians were still okay, and they were all repaired by him. But the explosion of his Quchi Meridian almost directly blew up half of his arm, and even caused his chest and abdomen to be seriously injured. If he didn't take the Milk Spirit Pill in time, even if he was lucky enough not to die, his future path of cultivation would have come to an end.
But no matter how much he suffered, Shen Luo's Dharma meridian was finally formed.
He stood at the window and breathed in for a while as he gazed at the beautiful scenery outside, and his state of mind gradually calmed down. Then he sat back down on the ground and started to close his eyes to regulate his breathing, and he attempted to cultivate the Yellow Court Scripture.
As soon as he tried it, his eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
In the past, when he cultivated the Yellow Court Scripture, the feeling of stumbling and stumbling had obviously weakened. The circulation of the mana in his body was much faster than before, and the smoothness had also greatly increased.
"As expected, the number of Dharma meridians has an effect on the quality of one's cultivation aptitude. If I can open up all the Dharma meridians in the Twelve Standard Meridians, my cultivation speed will surely have an earth-shattering change, right?" Shen Luo thought to himself.
Just as he was thinking about this and was about to continue cultivating, a burst of emerald green light suddenly flashed at his waist. He hurriedly looked down and found that the dark green crystal on the official's waist token was flashing.
He frowned slightly. He could only temporarily stop cultivating and get up to go to the Weapon Storage Hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, Shen Luo found that compared to yesterday's deserted situation, there were many more people in the hall today.
Besides He Wenzheng and two other Ministry of War secretaries, there were also ten cultivators standing.
These ten people were clearly divided into two groups. Each group was led by a burly man and a stooped old man.
Among them, the burly man's appearance was rather rough. The few people behind him were also burly people. They were all wearing the same clothes. They were all wearing short green clothes, and the two words "Mountain Fist" were embroidered on their chests.
The stooped old man's eyes were a little turbid. His skin was dry, and only his pair of hands were surprisingly smooth and tender. He looked like a young man in his twenties.
The four people behind him did not look very old. They were all about thirteen or fourteen years old. They had bright eyes and were quite handsome. Although their clothes were different, they all wore a pair of purple snake-patterned gloves on their hands.
"Immortal Master Shen, you're here." He Wenzheng saw him and immediately got up to cup his hands.
When the others saw this, they also cupped their hands in greeting.
"Master He, fellow cultivators." Shen Luo returned the greeting with a fist salute.
"Immortal Master Shen, these ten Immortal Masters are all the members of your group." He Wenzheng introduced.
"Senior Shen, I'm Zhou Meng, an elder of the Mountain Fist Faction. These are all my disciples. This time, we've applied together to help the faction in Chang 'an." The burly man first cupped his hands and said.
Shen Luo cupped his hands in response.
"Senior Shen, I'm Zhao Tingsheng, a disciple of the Withered Glory Faction. These are all my fellow disciples. Please take care of them." The stooped old man also cupped his hands and said.
When Shen Luo heard this, he was a little surprised. He stared at him carefully for a moment, and for a moment, he forgot to return the greeting.
"I'm sorry for being rude." When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly said.
"It's okay. Anyone who sees my current appearance would be surprised." The old man Zhao Tingsheng waved his hand and said.
Shen Luo then recalled that before he came to Chang 'an, he had heard Xie Yuxin mention the Withered Glory Faction. He had told him to stay away from the cultivators of this faction as they were good at using poison. They could often kill people silently.
"Fellow Cultivator Zhao, could it be that you've cultivated the Bone Drying Heart Technique?" Shen Luo asked curiously.
"That's right. I'm currently in the Withered Glory Period. I've confused you." Zhao Tingsheng nodded and laughed.
When Shen Luo saw this, he was a little confused. Why did Zhao Tingsheng's words and actions not match with the cultivators of the Withered Glory Faction that Xie Yuxin had mentioned? The cultivators of the Withered Glory Faction that she had mentioned were all eccentric and vengeful. They were somewhat mixed between good and evil.
"I'm Shen Luo, a cultivator of the Spring and Autumn Temple from the Little Mao Mountain. I'll need your help in the following missions. "Shen Luo cupped his fists and said to the crowd.
When Zhou Meng and the others heard this, their expressions changed. They also cupped their fists at him, but it was somewhat perfunctory.
Shen Luo knew that most of them had not heard of the Spring and Autumn Temple, so he did not take it to heart.
"Since everyone knows each other, I'll talk about the mission first," He Wenzheng said.
"Lord He, please." Shen Luo said.
"The mission this time is to go to the Dunyi Lane in the south west of the city. There is the largest fireworks factory in Chang 'an City there. There are large amounts of saltpeter and gunpowder stored there. If it is used by evil people, it will cause a huge loss. I hope that everyone can sneak in and destroy it." He Wenzheng said slowly.
When everyone heard this, they were a little stunned. Finally, two words popped out of Zhou Meng's mouth.
"That's it?"
It was the first time that all of them were carrying out a mission. They thought that they would gather their strength and fight against ghosts. Who would have thought that the mission would be this?
"That's it? Only to destroy the saltpeter and gunpowder?" Shen Luo could not help but ask.
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