Chapter 210 Demonic Cultivation

Song Qing's words became more and more bold.

At the dinner table, under the influence of alcohol, he began to ask Chen An to talk about his various sorrows.

"Junior brother is within the sect and can still practice with the help of the sect, but it is miserable as a brother. Being sent to Jiu'an City, even if he wants to practice, he does not have the conditions."

Song Qing had a depressed look on his face and said, "I'm not afraid of my junior brother's jokes when I say it. My brother's qualifications were equally good back then. He should have made a difference, but he inadvertently offended a deacon's son and was eventually punished."

Suppress him, and even send him to Jiu'an City."

Are you having a miserable life now?

Chen An looked at the trembling and respectful people from the aristocratic family below, and couldn't help but have this thought flashing through his mind.

In his opinion, Song Qing's current life is considered adequate.

Although he has no hope of further cultivation, he can still dominate and enjoy various things in Jiu'an City.

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

We have already come to this point, what more do you want?

the other side.

There were faint candlelights all around the room, and the light shrouded by the activation of divine power. It looked extremely bright, like daylight, and it looked very clear.

But he also knows that human desires are like this.

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

Chen An has returned to the room and is ready to rest.

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

Perhaps its practice process requires killing many people, but with this way of practice, its practice speed will definitely be quite fast.

Song Qing shook his head and glanced at the man: "I, Junior Brother Chen, am from the Medicine Hall, and I have a good relationship with all the alchemy masters. It is better to stay still as long as I can."

Even thinking boldly, maybe the demonic monk who appeared in Jiu'an City was none other than Song Qing himself.

Chen An's mind was clear and he looked around unconsciously.

The biggest advantage is undoubtedly its speed.

Under the same conditions and qualifications, these demonic monks may practice much faster than orthodox Taoist monks.

Looking up from the table, Song Qing stretched out and looked like he had a good sleep.

For example, blood food.

Looking at this look, does he look like he is drunk at all?

As Chen An thought, he was just pretending.

You can only talk about it when you are half drunk and half awake.

All the cruel scenes can be clearly seen simply by looking at this practice method.

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

The fact that he can come out to do this task is enough to give him face.

After Chen An left, there began to be movement in the hall.

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

"Has Junior Brother Chen arrived in the room?"

And these people all have similar characteristics.

Chen An closed the book and couldn't help but frown.

Of course, there are also big flaws.

"Huh?"

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

After a while, the maid stepped back and the door closed again.

In her hand, she also carried something, which was placed in the box.

A servant came forward and took Chen An to the room where he lived.

Theoretically speaking, even if there is no magic elixir, no magic grass, and no other resources to support them, these demonic monks can still rely on the various blood foods produced by mortals to move forward without much delay.

This is the truth.

The servant below nodded and quickly withdrew respectfully.

It's just that it's different from the Haoshan Sutra of the Haoshan Sect. This sutra reveals the uniqueness of the method of demonic cultivation from the very beginning of practice.

And basically don’t choose resources very much.

Then the practice was even more intense.

There is no way, there are some things that cannot be said under normal circumstances.

If it is destroyed like this, who can compensate for the losses?

Song Qing understood this, so he was not prepared to take action against Chen An.

Because only in the Immortal Sect can there be enough fellow Taoists and seniors, sufficient spiritual stones and elixirs, and various opportunities for advancement.

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

Xuanmen monks generally maintain the purest way of practice, seeking between heaven and earth, and only absorb the purest vitality between heaven and earth, so as to give birth to divine power.

It seemed that Chen An's cooperation gave Song Qing confidence. Not long after, Song Qing drunkenly grabbed Chen An's hand and said seriously, as if to test: "Brother Yu, there is an opportunity here.

There are huge benefits, even if it is possible to become a deacon within the sect, I just don’t know if junior brother would dare to do it."

He could feel the aura of demonic monks in these people.

But it can be seen from this aura that most of these are Song Qing's confidants.

Snap.

A crisp sound sounded.

How could a dignified monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining, with a physique comparable to that of an Inner Qi realm warrior, get drunk so easily?

Just kidding, this is no ordinary person.

Otherwise, it would not be a test, but a showdown.

After all, he was not prepared to really sacrifice his life for the Haoshan Sect.

After just a moment, Song Qing raised his head from the table and sat down in his seat again.

To be honest, Chen An already regrets it now.

"Come in."

Of course, it's just a little bit left over.

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

A monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining like Song Qing has more choices.

Chen An had a look of surprise on his face.

Song Qing smiled strangely, but didn't say anything. She lay down straight and looked like she was drunk.

Putting the box down, she said respectfully.

Of course, this must be an act.

Both of them knew it, but neither of them said anything.

On the side, a servant responded: "Does the city want to take action?"

"The Breath of the Demonic Monk"

Isn't it good to just stay in the medicine hall and make elixirs?

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

His face was calm and calm, and there was no trace of alcohol.

"Already arrived."

The enjoyment in the mundane world is nothing to him.

When you enjoy something good, you want more and will never be satisfied.

But it's too late to regret now.

That means it is very easy for problems to arise in future practice.

This demonic monk is really quite demonic.

As long as they were not close friends, they would have been driven away long ago.
To be continued...