Chapter 138: Find fault

But the Nether Sect is not the same. As the leading school of ghost cultivation in the North, Nether Sect takes the path of keeping corpses and refining ghosts. Once in such a place as the death knell, it is like a fish and water, a variety of places to raise corpses, and a variety of spirits. In this regard, the manpower invested far exceeds that of several other schools.
Raising dead corpses and refining ghosts are all water milling skills. Just raising an iron corpse is a matter of decades and decades, and once a day, it is irritated and irrigated once a month, and there are various blood foods in the middle. It is trivial and long. I really want to let the disciples who raise the Yuan and even the soul of the life guard, then these decades and decades are considered a waste here.
Besides, there are countless places where Youmingzong's corpse-cultivating and ghost-refining are in the death knell world. Just within a thousand miles of Wanghai City, you can find hundreds of people, and you can't send so many people to you...
So, there were night watch disciples.
The vigil disciple is also a disciple of the Nether Sect, but most of them are the foundation of the foundation. These people built the foundation of the Luofu world. However, for one reason or another, the foundation of the foundation is not complete enough, and there is no hope of a higher state. It is said that these disciples have little future. Instead of raising them in the sect, it is better to send the death knell to do the rough work of raising corpses and ghosts...
Anyway, most of the places where corpses and ghosts are cultivated are full of vigour, and it is suitable for the cultivation of the disciples of the Netherworld Sect. If luck comes, if you accidentally cultivate the Yangyuan and even the soul of life, then it is naturally a step in the sky. The next true disciple...
Of course, if there is no such opportunity...
Then keep vigil.
Maybe after a few tens of hundreds of years, we can contribute another good corpse refining material to the Nether Sect...
All in all, the vigil disciples in the place of raising corpses and refining ghosts are basically abandoned, and even many disciples of the Netherworld Sect will not regard them as the same.
What Jiang Li fought was the idea of ​​the night watch disciple.
"Isn't the night watch disciple a disciple of the Nether Sect?" Jiang Li went all the way to the swamp and muttered on his mouth: "Life and soul are robbed and robbed. What's the truth? I can't find it. I can't blame me." Right?"
After half an hour, Jiang Li found the place where the corpse was kept.
At a glance, the dense woods were full of tombs, connected one by one, just like a burial hill, with sullen gas and heavy tree shadows, and occasionally one or two wailing and crying made this place look gloomy And terrifying...
Jiang Li knew that lying among these tombs were the zombies raised by the Netherworld Sect...
Not far from the tomb, there was a small solitary yard with two red lanterns hanging outside, which looked like a fluttering ghost fire...
"You're out of luck!"
Jiang Li swaggered to the door, and the "tuk tuk" knocked on the door.
Not long afterwards, a young monk in black opened the door and looked like he was in his twenties.
Originally, when the young monk opened the door, his face was impatient.
But when he saw Jiang Li, he was stunned.
Jiang Li didn't care if you were stunned. He came to this ghost place in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to see you stupefied. He was busy. Hurry to finish the work and go back to sleep. Jiang Li took a deep breath and was ready to follow that. Uncle Lin’s arrangements began to greet each other’s 18th generation ancestors.
"you……"
As a result, Jiang Li just said the word "you", but was suddenly caught by the young monk.
"You are Brother Jiang, that's great, so good, I really didn't expect to see Brother Jiang here. Hurry up, Brother Jiang please invite them inside, I'll go and pour tea for Brother Jiang..."
"Ah?" Jiang Li instantaneously petrified and blinked his eyes. What does that mean?
"Brother Jiang doesn't remember?" The young monk quickly looked at Jiang Li and explained quickly: "My name is Xu Ning, a disciple of Youmingzong. We met last month. Brother Jiang sold a sword in Beicheng. Thirteen prohibited magic instruments originally required two hundred spirit stones. At that time, Brother Jiang saw that my cultivation of spirit stones was not enough, and he only accepted me a hundred spirit stones."
"I rely on!" Jiang Li suddenly remembered.
Damn, I stole a sword from Zhujianfang last month and sold it. As a result, all the people I met sold for half a day were poor ghosts. Finally, I had to wait for a kid to raise his spirits, but he only had a hundred spirit stones. I was also a guilty conscience. I was afraid that my master would catch up and break my leg, so I gritted my teeth and sold the sword to the kid in the realm of Qi.
Unexpectedly, this kid was actually a night watch disciple of Nether Sect!
Why is it so coincident?
Jiang Li is a bit bad...
"Brother Jiang, it's windy outside, and I'm going to sit inside..." The other party was extremely enthusiastic, pulling Jiang Li into the small courtyard, and was busy boiling water and making tea.
Jiang Li stood staring there, watching the young monk busy, almost thinking about dying, shit, did you get the wrong script, I came to find fault, okay, what are you doing so passionately? Are you not a disciple of Netherworld Sect, one of the ten major schools of the North Realm, where did the arrogance of your famous disciples go?
How can I find fault when you are so happy?
No, I must turn my face.
"Oh, with..."
"Brother Jiang, drink tea, drink tea..." After Xu Ning made the tea, he saw Jiang Li's complexion. He could not help but asked a little curiously, "What is there?"
"Nothing..." After taking a sip of tea, Jiang Li put the tea cup back on the table, but after thinking about it, he picked up the tea cup and fell heavily on the ground.
Upon hearing a "pop", the tea cup shattered.
Before Xu Ning could recover, Jiang Li stood up in rage: "Did you look down on me and actually give me such a bad tea!"
"Ah?" Xu Ning suddenly froze, looking helpless: "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, listen to me..."
"Okay, you don't need to say!" Jiang Li silently praised his acting skills while pulling his sword out with a choking sound.
Seeing that it was time to start, a person walked in from outside the small courtyard.
"Do you know that this is the place where the nether sect kept corpses..."
"What I'm looking for is the Nether Sect trouble!" Jiang snorted without looking back, but after the snorting was over, he felt something was wrong and quietly glanced back.
Then this look, Jiang Li froze...
The monk who walked into the small courtyard was also young, and was almost in his twenties. His eyebrows were similar to Xu Ning. He was wearing a black robe and a golden ghost line on the cuffs. Jiang Li suddenly sucked back With a sigh of relief, a circle of golden ghost head lines, this is the sign of the inner disciple of the Nether Sect!