Mortal Immortal Gourd

Er Gouzi hid for more than ten days this time before he completely refined the black knife magic weapon and completed the recognition of the master.

At this time, he stood at the foot of a barren mountain, holding a black knife in his hand.

His spiritual consciousness triggered the magic weapon core, and at the same time, the surging magic power in his dantian began to pour into the magic weapon.

With the infusion of magic power, the black knife began to grow bigger and bigger, from the initial five inches long to five or six feet...

Until finally, the knife became three or four feet long and flew in the sky.

The knife had not been cut down yet, but it had already exuded a sharp breath, scratching his face painfully.

"Go!"

As his mind moved, the black big knife chopped down the barren mountain opposite.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a groove several feet long and more than ten feet deep was opened on the barren mountain.

The power of the magic weapon's attack was so terrifying!

As Er Gouzi's mind moved, the black knife in the sky quickly shrank and returned to his hand as five inches long.

After the magic weapon is refined, the changes are controlled by the heart, and it is more flexible and simple to control.

Often, many difficult actions can be completed just by changing the thoughts in the heart.

It is as simple as a person directing his hands and feet to work.

Not to mention the powerful power, just this flexibility is far beyond the reach of magic weapons.

This is just a very ordinary magic weapon.

His Shekou Mountain is not only flexible because of the existence of Chang Ling'er, the spirit of the weapon.

But there is no need to worry at all, Chang Ling'er can control the magic weapon to fight the enemy.

However, although the magic weapon is good, it consumes a lot of mana and consciousness. With his current mana, he can only control the magic weapon to fight for half a quarter of an hour at most.

Er Gouzi put this magic weapon into the gourd and went back to Qingzhou City.

Since he started his revenge plan, he has only killed dozens of killers.

Last time, the Jindan killer escaped, and he felt very sorry.

If there is a chance, he must give the Jindan killer another blow.

After he entered the city, he disguised himself as the farmer selling straw sandals, carrying a load of straw sandals to the gate of the black-clad assassin and hawking them.

"Selling~ Straw~ Sandals~ ..."

"Wearing my straw sandals~ Your waist won't be sore~ Your legs won't hurt, wearing my straw sandals~ Your feet will feel like the wind~ You can travel a thousand miles a day..."

Er Gouzi opened his voice and found that he sang quite well.

After singing for a while, he found that the gate opposite was closed and no one was seen.

After asking other vendors around, he found that no one had entered or left the gate opposite for several days.

He used his spiritual sense to carefully observe the surroundings, but he didn't see any signs of anyone lurking.

He didn't dare to act rashly in the duel with the killer, and observed here for another day to make sure that no one was there.

He sneaked in one night, and the yard was empty, there was no one, and even the furniture had been moved away.

After searching inside, he found nothing and could only leave in disappointment.

He didn't give up, and searched around the artificial hill in the center of the city, but still couldn't find any clues.

Now that the Black Assassin Organization has lost its trace, he can only put aside the idea of ​​revenge for the time being.

And now it has become that he is in the open and the assassin is in the dark.

He can only wait until the next time to catch the Black Assassin, and then torture him to get some information.

Unless the Black Assassin never comes to provoke him again, as long as they dare to send people to Sanyang County to cause trouble, he will definitely find a way to catch them alive.

Anyway, since he is here, Er Gouzi plans to go to the black market.

He honestly exchanged the secret code with the gatekeeper, entered the black market, quietly changed into the image of Hu Lao Mo, and went straight to the old shopkeeper's medicine shop.

"Daoyou, please come in!"

The old shopkeeper saw Hu Lao Mo appear, and without saying a word, he led him directly into a secret room.

"Did you get the Yunwu Mountain Spirit Tea that I asked you to find last time?"

Er Gouzi is most concerned about this kind of spiritual tea now.

Last time, in order to find the assassin, his spiritual consciousness was over-consumed, and it was all supported by this kind of spiritual tea.

The old shopkeeper shook his head.

"Sorry, the Yunwu Mountain Spirit Tea can only be picked once every 10 years, and there has been no new tea in the past two years."

"I have asked several caravans, and they don't have any stock."

The shopkeeper saw Er Gouzi's disappointment and continued:

"Don't be too discouraged. According to the information I have learned, Yunwu Mountain Spirit Tea should be able to pick a new batch of tea in three months."

"I will definitely help you get some by then."

"Three months later?"

Er Gouzi touched his chin, but he had an idea in his mind.

"Can I go to Yunwu Mountain with your caravan?"

He wanted to go to Yunwu Mountain to see if he could get one or two tea trees back.

Although the old shopkeeper said that the magical effect of this spiritual tea was due to the unique geographical environment.

But the geographical environment in his gourd should be more unique, so he had to get one back to try it out, just in case it worked.

The old shopkeeper looked embarrassed when he heard this.

These are all business secrets, and generally cannot be known to outsiders.

"This... I'm afraid it's not very convenient..."

"I'll give you ten more powerful rejuvenating pills."

Er Gouzi offered his bargaining chips.

"Deal!"

"But I can't guarantee that you can buy the spiritual tea leaves when you go there, because the production of that tea is really small, and there are many people who want to buy it."

"Okay! It's a deal."

Er Gouzi agreed on a time with the old shopkeeper, and then the two traded some more pills.

The elixirs he refined were all sold under the identity of Hu Lao Mo through the hands of the old shopkeeper.

The cooperation between the two over the years has been very stable.

Er Gouzi was too lazy to look for other buyers. Every additional channel would increase the risk of exposure.

After leaving the black market, he saw the wanted poster of the butterfly fairy still posted on the wall.

Er Gouzi sneered and found a deserted place. He really transformed into the image of the butterfly fairy.

He sneaked into a shop belonging to the Xia family and looted all the property inside.

He felt that he had helped the official to take so many blames, so he should at least collect some interest.

The butterfly fairy appeared again, and the whole city was in turmoil. Ordinary people were naturally excited to eat melons.

Some officials were sweating in their hearts, fearing that the butterfly fairy would be caught alive.

While Qingzhou City was in turmoil because of the butterfly fairy, Er Gouzi had already left the city and returned home.

After returning to Sanyang County, I talked to Huang Laocai. Recently, everything in Sanyang County is normal, and there are no more assassins.

This is the man in black who helped me several times before, and he has never appeared again.

Er Gouzi has some hope. He actually always wants to find this man in black, and at least he should thank him in person.

If it weren't for the help of the man in black, Sanyang County might have been slaughtered by assassins.

Alas... See you again in the future!

This morning, Er Gouzi stretched and came out of the government office, holding Xiao Hei in his arms.

As soon as he walked out of the government office, he smelled the fragrance of meat buns.

Er Gouzi looked in surprise at the place where the fragrance came from. I don't know when a bun shop opened opposite the government office.

It smells very fragrant, and it will be convenient to eat buns in the future.

From a distance, I saw a tall woman with long legs selling buns.