"I'm angry if I don't listen!"

Lu Lingxi was depressed, and her body fell down and lay on the straw mat.

"Da Lang!" Sanqi stretched out her little hand, poked Lu Anzhi's arm, and whispered: "Every day when the sun rises, she will turn into a stone statue, and then she will turn back into a human form when the sun sets and night falls!"

"I was cursed and lived only in the darkness of my life, and I would never see the light!" Lu Lingxi explained: "As for who planted me, I forgot!"

"Sad!"

Lu Anzhi sighed.

"I'm not dead..."

Lu Lingxi was halfway through and was silent again. If Lu Anzhi hadn't interrupted the black spirit carrying the coffin, he would have been dead.

No!

I am already dead because the legendary Death of the Seven Warriors Sea will only lift up the coffin bottles that will be placed on the dead and perform a funeral ceremony.

"Sanqi, you can hold this yellow wind bracelet!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, Lu Anzhi quickly changed the subject and stuffed the bracelet he got from Huang Fengshi into the hands of the hatchet girl.

"I don't want it!" Sanqi refused, holding the newly bought hatchet and tied a beautiful knife flower: "It's enough for me to have it!"

These days, Sanqi has been holding it even when she sleeps.

Lu Lingxi thinks that this girl may be the reincarnation of the Hatsaw Spirit in this life!

"Hold it, this is a top-quality spiritual weapon. If you use it well, you can reverse the situation at a critical moment!" Lu Anzhi persuaded: "Don't worry about me. I not only repaired that Zun Yiqian, but also made a new puppet, and the combat power soared!"

Lu Anzhi raised his chin proudly, and Caizi said that he was already an intermediate puppet master.

In short, Lu Dalang's efforts have not been in vain in the past seven years.

"don't want!"

Sanqi jumped out of bed, pulled her cloth shoes, and ran away: "I'll sharpen the knife!"

"You brother and sister have a good relationship!"

Deer Lingxi envys.

She knew both wanted to leave the best spiritual weapon for each other.

"sleep!"

Lu Anzhi was lying in a robe. Before the assessment tomorrow, he had to settle the score with Ma Wen first. The spiritual sand of this Immortal King is not that easy to get.

Lu Lingxi looked at the boy with a little surprised look. His soul was much stronger and no longer weaker than the Hinayana monks who refine Qi Hinayana. He should have some kind of secret method of practice.

"You dare to create a mass grave as a mortal, and defeat a little demon, and you can also suddenly realize the secret sword intent. This son will definitely be extraordinary in the future!"

Deer Lingxi muttered.

Apart from having nowhere to go and want to hear stories, Lu Anzhi's excellence is also the reason why she stayed here and was willing to teach Sanqi some magic.

After all, in the world, there is no hatred for no reason, nor love for no reason.

Lu Lingxi's move is to invest, otherwise when Lu Anzhi makes a breakthrough in the world of cultivation in the future, he will pay much more if he wants to contact his relationships.

...

One night passed!

Before dawn, Lu Anzhi and Sanqi drank porridge early, put a few buns in it, and ate while going up the mountain.

In front of the mountain gate of Piaomiao Sect is a huge bluestone square. A few days ago, young girls were already waiting.

When the two brothers and sisters came up, they saw crowds of people. Because there were outer disciples to maintain order, although there were many people, they were not noisy.

"Sanqi, you find a place to rest, I'll go back!"

Lu Anzhi looked around and looked for Ma Wen's figure.

"When you enter the sect, you will have the chance to take revenge!"

Sanqi persuaded him.

As the sister who lives with you day and night, how could she not know what Dalang thought about again?

"I just want to sneak a glance at my senior sister!"

Lu Anzhi lied.

He just wants to take revenge!

Half a month ago, he would have endured humiliation, but now he is different from the past, and he is reborn as the Immortal King.

The Immortal King takes revenge from morning to night!

I'm sure I'll eat Ma Wen today, and the way of heaven can't keep him, I said!

Sanqi was worried that Dalang would cause trouble, but after thinking about it, it should be impossible. This is Piaomiao Sect. Even if Dalang wants to kill Ma Wen, he would not be in such a place.

"It may be that I'm too concerned!"

Sanqi found a secluded corner, sat down cross-legged, then took out a whetstone and began to polish the hatchet.

Many teenagers couldn't help but look at this beautiful girl who looked like a lily after the rain.

...

Ma Wen yawned, rubbed off the eye booster that was stuck on his eyelashes, leaning against the wall listlessly, complaining: "Why do we have to do dirty and tiring work? I also want to go to the jungle to explore treasures, I don't want to be a nanny for those candidates!"

"No one wants to do it!"

Ding Feng sighed: "The inner disciples are so good. Not only do they have two meals of Linggu every day, but they also have an independent single room. Unlike our outer disciples, they can only sleep in the big bunk bed!"

"Damn, next year I must shine at the treasure hunting conference, be recognized by the Supreme Master of the Master, and become an inner disciple!"

Ma Wen spitted a mouthful of thick phlegm. Not only did the outer disciples work a lot, but they also earn less, and only had a monthly salary of one hundred Lingsha in a month.

What's the money enough for?

After becoming a monk for so long, Ma Wen thought he was a master, but he had never visited the brothel Chu Pavilion in Changlefang.

What a failure!

Ma Wen couldn't help but remember that half a month ago, he got a dragon tail bead from a small servant and picked up more than a hundred spiritual sand for free.

I wish I could make such a fortune every month!

Ma Wen was daydreaming and suddenly shouted and resounded in the air.
Chapter completed!