Since Liu Zhuo discovered the weirdness of the chess table in the jar, he began a very regular but busy life in the next two months.

During the day, he worked in the medicinal collection hall and learned how to distinguish various spiritual medicines. Occasionally, when he was refining alchemy in Zuoning Mountain, he would send alchemy materials with Lao Yutou.

At the same time, he would be left to take care of the temperature of the alchemy furnace. Zuo Ningshan was also immersed in the chess path as always. Liu Zhuo, who had been watching Zuo Ningshan's score, also benefited a lot.

At night, Liu Zhuo hid in the jar and played chess with Bai Zi on the chess stage.

Through constant competition with Bai Zi and with his meticulous thinking, Liu Zhuo's chess skills have been greatly improved. Although the final outcome must be to be forced into the same dead end, he still did not give up, but on the contrary, he was even more excited.

During his days in the wine jar, Liu Zhuo spent half of his time studying the chess and meditating for the rest of his time. He occasionally tried to make a Gu Ling Dan, but what he got was still a ball of black lacquer and black.

Over the past few months, the spiritual breath flow in Liu Zhuo's body has increased slightly, but he has been unable to break through to the second level of "Eternal Life", which makes him very annoyed.

Moreover, the sixth piece of the Gu Ling grass in the medicine garden has been peeled off, but Liu Zhuo still couldn't fully understand the accurate recipe of Gu Ling Dan.

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Early this morning, Liu Zhuo finished his practice in the altar and was walking back from the back mountain.

Suddenly, a low scream came from the jungle far away.

If Ru Nuo is an ordinary person, such a low cry would definitely not be noticed, but Liu Zhuo's hearing was far beyond ordinary people. When he heard the cry, he stopped immediately.

Driven by curiosity, Liu Zhuo walked carefully into the depths of the bushes.

After groping in the bushes for nearly a hundred feet away, Liu Zhuo finally saw a gray back. A small golden sword about three inches long floating above the head of the back, with a trace of blood stained at the tip of the sword.

Liu Zhuo opened the branches in front of him and looked at them carefully.

At this time, the gray back turned just over, and half of the hideous face covered by the red birthmark appeared in front of Liu Zhuo's eyes.

"Isn't this Zhao Delong?" Liu Zhuo was shocked, then quickly shrank his body back, covered himself with branches, and continued to observe along the gap.

Not far from Zhao Delong, a corpse in a blue Taoist robe was lying. A big hole broke into the chest of the corpse, and blood kept pouring out.

Liu Zhuo was surprised: This weird man who was always taciturn and had a gloomy face actually killed an inner disciple.

At this time, Zhao Delong, with a gloomy face, pinched a spell, pointed at his right point, and the golden little sword above his head suddenly flashed, turning into a talisman paper with a small sword on it, and slowly falling down.

Zhao Delong took out a small pocket with a black cloth embroidered with a silver snake on the surface. A piece of the bag was left, and the talisman paper fell into the bag.

Then Zhang Delong walked to the corpse, and his right hand was holding it in sharp claws, pressing it on the corpse's Tianling cover, his lips squirming quickly, as if he was silently reciting some magic trick.

The next moment, the corpse flashed with blood, and Zhao Delong was trembling all over his body. His face was filled with pain, and the surface of his right arm would occasionally appear like a worm crawling over it. It seemed that something was rushing into his body on the body.

Not long after, Zhao Delong suddenly withdrew his right hand.

He breathed a breath of turbid air with relief, lowered his head and fumbled on the corpse, and also found a small blue cloth bag from the dead inner disciple.

Zhao Delong showed a grim smile on his gloomy face. After he put the blue cloth bag in his arms, he raised his head vigilantly and looked around.

Then he pinched the magic trick, picked it up with his fingertips, and a hot fireball the size of a fist appeared and fell onto the corpse.

The fireball seemed inconspicuous, but it was amazingly powerful. In a moment, the body turned into ashes.

Then, Zhang Delong snorted coldly, then turned around and walked towards Tengyun Village.

Liu Zhuo, who was hiding beside him, was surprised. He really didn't expect that such a cruel and ruthless person was hidden beside him, especially the talisman paper with a small sword used by Zhao Delong, which made him think of the legendary sword immortal who killed people thousands of miles away.

After this chance encounter, Liu Zhuo did not return to Tengyun Village immediately, but practiced Qi and meditated for an hour before carefully exploring the medicine warehouse. He did not want to be suspected.

When he returned to the medicine warehouse, Liu Zhuo happened to see Zhao Delong walking out the door with a pile of spiritual medicines that needed to be dried. He couldn't help but feel nervous.

Zhao Delong and Liu Zhuo passed by, and there was no sign of the fierce expression he had when he just killed someone, and they were doing boring work as usual.

Liu Zhuo himself was unable to protect himself, so he naturally would not care about other people's business. He walked straight to the second floor of the medicine warehouse, fell into a lot of spiritual medicines, and started today's classification work.

On the second day, news of the disappearance of the inner disciple from the Spirit Mine Hall came from the Lingmen Hall.

What Liu Zhuo knew was that when the owner of the Lingmine Hall went back to collect the spirit stone, the strange old woman, whose original surname was Xue, privately, all the registered disciples called her the Golden Snake Old Mother, because she always used a golden snake-shaped crutch and was very strict with her registered disciples, so she got this name.

The missing disciple this time was the personal disciple of the old mother of the Golden Snake, Wang Fu.

Although the old mother of Jinshe was also a fourth-generation disciple, she was said to have not been able to break through to the foundation-building stage, so she took up the position of the outer sect. Naturally, her personal disciples had to stay at the foot of the mountain, but her usual treatment was the same as that of ordinary inner sect disciples.

When an inner disciple disappeared, the matter became a little serious.

The old mother of Jinshe even ordered a large number of registered disciples to search the places near Tengyun Village for several days, but the result must be in vain.

Liu Zhuo saw all this, but he had no intention of reporting and making meritorious contributions at all.

On the contrary, on the same day, he heard a very exciting news from Lao Yu's end.

It turned out that tomorrow, in a stone cave next to the Spiritual Medicine Valley, there was a black market organized by inner disciples. In this black market, you can use spirit stones to buy what you need, or you can take out your own items to exchange with people "barter" and everyone needs to ask for it and trade fairly.

There are five or six thousand disciples in the Five Mountains Sect. These disciples cannot go down the mountain easily, so this mountain of Wuzhi Mountain has become a small world, so it is not surprising that such a black market has appeared.

And this kind of black market naturally cannot see the light, and every disciple who participates must hide his identity.

Liu Zhuo heard Lao Yu talk, and his heart suddenly became active and asked, "Senior Brother Yu, are all those who participate in the black market? "

Lao Yu smiled and said, "It's basically all. After all, the registered disciples don't have much to exchange on hand, and they have heavy work every day to get out of it. However, I have been there a few times, but unfortunately there is really no exchangeable thing at hand."

Liu Zhuo was secretly happy. Since it was an exchange between inner disciples, there must be a Gu Lingdan on the black market, which was exactly what he needed urgently.

Old Yu stroked his goatee's beard and smiled kindly: "Young brother, are you interested, want to see it?"

Liu Zhuo nodded and said, "Although I have nothing to change, it's good to open my eyes."

Lao Yu said, "But all disciples who participate in the black market must use disguise techniques to hide their identities."

"Disguise? That is also a spell that can only be cast after the third level of the Qi Refining Stage?" Liu Zhuo couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Old Yu smiled and said, "Since you are interested, I will help you perform disguise skills tomorrow morning and change your appearance, so that no one will recognize you."

Liu Zhuo was delighted and said, "Then thank you Senior Brother Yu."

Lao Yu waved his hand and said, "What are you thanks? Although I am several decades older than you, it is rare that we have something to talk about, and we are considered friends who are forgot about ages."

Liu Zhuo said gratefully: "Senior Brother, you take care of Liu Zhuo many times on weekdays, so thank you for your words."

Although Liu Zhuo practiced his right and wrong skills well, his words were sincere. On weekdays, Lao Yu treated him like his grandparents and grandchildren, and he was very caring for him, so he was naturally grateful.
Chapter completed!