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After the underground auction ended, Han Changlin followed the crowd and left.
On the street of Guhe Fairy City, Han Changlin walked towards the inn he rented.
But when he passed by an alley, he suddenly turned around and walked in.
Deep in the alley, there was no one around, but at this moment, Han Changlin suddenly turned around, looked behind him, and said coldly:
"Fellow Taoist, it's time to come out after following me for so long."
Han Changlin's voice echoed in the alley, but there was still no response.
Seeing this, Han Changlin's face darkened, and he continued to say coldly:
"Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
"Haha, Junior Brother Han is really powerful, he can even see through my traces."
But a rather familiar voice was heard, and an almost decayed old man walked out slowly.
"Senior Brother Zeng?"
Seeing the visitor, Han Changlin was slightly startled and said subconsciously.
"Junior Brother Han."
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Han Changlin did not relax his vigilance. He quietly put his right hand behind his back and said vigilantly:
"Senior Brother Zeng, what does this mean?"
"It's nothing. I just want to make a deal with you, Junior Brother Han. How about we find a place to talk?"
"What do I mean? I happen to like the spirit tea from Xiangyun Tower. I'll be the host and ask Senior Brother Zeng to taste it."
After saying that, Han Changlin ignored Zeng Sheng, turned around and continued walking forward.
In this way, the two of them walked forward while maintaining a distance that was neither far nor close. Soon they left the alley and came to the street with people coming and going.
Xiangyun Building was not far away, and the two of them were sitting in an elegant booth on the second floor after a while.
After the boy served them a pot of good spiritual tea, Han Changlin said straight to the point:
"Senior Brother Zeng, there are no outsiders here, so you can say anything."
With that said, Han Changlin took the initiative to give Zeng Sheng a cup of spiritual tea.
The fragrance of tea is faint and the heat is lingering.
Zeng Sheng looked at it in a daze. After a while, Zeng Sheng sighed, took out a flaming red flying sword from the storage bag, and placed it on the table. The sword body was engraved with a lifelike flaming python.
"Senior Brother Zeng, what does this mean?"
Han Changlin frowned and asked in confusion.
Just by looking at this fiery red flying sword, Han Changlin felt that its fire attribute was a flash of inspiration, and it was even worse than the Thousand Cloud Halberd seen at the auction.
"Spiritual weapon, this is a spiritual weapon, and it is a fire-attributed spiritual weapon."
Han Changlin was shocked at the same time.
"To be honest, the old man has run out of fuel and his life span is only two or three years."
"I have no use keeping this spiritual weapon, so I want to sell it to my junior brother for a good price."
At this moment, Zeng Sheng regained his calm demeanor. After speaking, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
Han Changlin had no expression on his face. He just glanced at the spiritual weapon Zeng Sheng placed on the table, but he was thinking about the meaning of Zeng Sheng's words.
It's a pity that Han Changlin still couldn't figure it out, and in the end he could only say softly:
"Then I wonder how many spiritual stones Senior Brother Zeng wants to sell for this spiritual weapon?"
"Ha ha!"
Following the laughter, Zeng Sheng's eyes became distant, and then he saw him saying slowly:
"I am already two hundred and thirty-seven years old today, and my Taoist monk passed away twenty years ago. Although he has a son, it is a pity that he has no spiritual roots."
"But fortunately, my great-grandson Zhengqi has spiritual roots. It's just a pity that he is a pseudo-spiritual root with the same four spiritual roots as you."
"Why!"
Zeng Sheng sighed, looked at Han Changlin, and continued:
"I don't have much time left. If I pass this sword to him, he probably won't be able to keep it, so I want to use this sword as a price for you to help him practice, at least to ensure that he has a chance to build a foundation."
"As long as you agree, I will also pass on the follow-up sword techniques of the Burning Spirit Sword Technique and the supporting techniques to you."
After saying these words, Zeng Sheng looked at Han Changlin with bright eyes, as if he had seen through Han Changlin.
Then he saw Zeng Sheng pointing his sword, and a sword glow flickered at his fingertips.
Han Changlin took a look and found that it was the Burning Spirit Sword Jue. At this time, Zeng Sheng also continued:
"I guess you, Junior Brother Han, are also wondering why I can see through your true face. It is also related to this sword technique."
"So, as long as you, Junior Brother Han, swear the oath of the inner demon, I will pass on this Burning Spirit Sword Technique, its supporting techniques, and this high-grade spiritual weapon, the Xuanyan Sword, to you. How about that?"
The Inner Demon Oath is a very binding oath for monks at the Golden Core stage and below.
If you cannot complete it, you will encounter extremely powerful inner demon backlash when you break through the realm, basically cutting off any further hope.
Therefore, as long as the monks want to go further in their immortal journey, they will not easily make or break the inner demon oath.
But whether it is a high-grade spiritual weapon or the follow-up and supporting techniques of the Burning Spirit Sword Technique, they are all extremely tempting.
Han Changlin was silent. After a long time, he looked at Zeng Sheng and said decisively:
"I, Han Changlin, once again swear the oath of my inner demon, if..."
He was confident that after building the foundation, it would be easy to protect a disciple in the Qi refining stage. As for the opportunity to build the foundation, it was only a matter of a foundation building pill.
Now he can refine the foundation building pill at any time.
Moreover, if you want to get something, you have to give something. This is an eternal truth.
When Zeng Sheng saw Han Changlin decisively swearing the oath of the inner demon, a smile appeared on his old face, and he was obviously quite satisfied. Then Zeng Sheng also took out two jade slips from the storage bag without hesitation, and put the two jade slips together. The object and Xuan Yan Sword pushed towards Han Changlin.
Seeing this, Han Changlin smiled and said with a smile:
"In that case, I would be disrespectful."
"Senior Brother Zeng, don't worry. Han will never forget the oath he made to his inner demon, and he will take good care of your grandson."
"If he can cultivate to the point of perfect Qi refining, Junior Brother will try his best to get a Foundation Establishment Pill for him, which will be considered worthy of you, Senior Brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Changlin reached out and grabbed the Liyan Sword and two jade slips in his hands.
"After hearing what Junior Brother Han said, the old man felt relieved. The rest is up to the boy to make his own fortune."
Zeng Sheng sighed and said with a wry smile, and then explained to Han Changlin the jade slips of the Burning Spirit Sword Technique and its supporting techniques.
Everything recorded on the two jade slips was correct, and Han Changlin had already confirmed it.
What he never expected was that the accompanying exercises for the Burning Spirit Sword Art were actually a set of exercises dedicated to cultivating spiritual consciousness.
According to what Zeng Sheng said, the complete Burning Spirit Sword Technique and its matching techniques specializing in cultivating spiritual consciousness were passed down to him by his sitting master.
But there is one thing that makes Han Changlin more surprised, because this method of transforming spiritual consciousness is not actually a supporting method of the Burning Spirit Sword Technique.
It's just that Zeng Sheng's master, after studying the Burning Soul Sword Technique in many ways, discovered that the necessary factor for practicing the Spirit Burning Sword Technique is the strength of the monk's spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, his master searched in many ways and finally found a technique that specialized in cultivating spiritual consciousness.
And the fact is just as his master guessed, with this skill that specializes in cultivating spiritual consciousness, practicing the Burning Spirit Sword Technique is not a problem.
"Shen Yan Jue!"
Han Changlin slowly penetrated his consciousness, took a rough look, and then asked Zeng Sheng for advice.
In this way, more than three hours passed, and the two of them drank three or four pots of Lingcha.
At this time, Han Changlin put away the two jade slips he had just received and asked softly:
"By the way, after all this time, I still don't know who the great-grandson of Senior Brother Zeng is and where he is practicing now."
Han Changlin and others took real benefits from others and made a statement on the spot.
"That boy's name is Zeng Yu. I also know Junior Brother's new residence."
"In this way, I will ask him to visit you once in a month."
After hearing this, Zeng Sheng showed a hint of joy and made a decision immediately.
"Okay, it's getting late, I still have some things to deal with, so I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, Zeng Sheng walked towards the door.
Looking at Zeng Sheng's disappearing figure, Han Changlin also fell into deep thought.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Han Changlin stood up and walked outside.
In any case, now that the matter of the spiritual weapon has been solved, the rest will wait until Zeng Sheng's great-grandson comes to look for him.
I still need to refine this spiritual weapon first, and the practice of Shenyan Jue also needs to be put on the agenda.
It is unrealistic to rely solely on Lingqing tea to enhance consciousness. Since Han Changlin established the foundation, Lingqing tea has almost no effect.
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