Ten miles west of Guanxicheng, there is a peak named Zhaoluan. This peak is the highest peak in this group of mountains, guarding the safety of Guanxicheng like a beacon.
The mountain is steep at first and becomes gentler as you go up. Near the top of the mountain, it becomes a platform, which gradually rises along the mountain and is naturally divided into three levels. There is a pool of clear spring in the middle of the platform, which flows down the mountain peak and gradually converges into a first-class waterfall.
This peak is the private property of King Jinchun, and a lot of manpower and material resources have been spent to build many houses on the top and mountainside. There are such things as docks and forts, which can accommodate at least a thousand people.
At this time, Wu Gen was sitting in the bottom row of the platform on the top of the mountain, holding Chu Ji in his arms with a solemn expression, staring covetously at the array of fruits and vegetables and delicate meat on the table. The two of them fought bravely without giving in, and from time to time they called the maid delivering food to replace the empty plates. Compared to the others, this table was a little more lively.
On the platform, Jinchun King Zhao Chang’s group of virtuous people has entered its second day.
Chief Zhao, several of the prince's heirs, and the county guards of the fiefdom were sitting on the highest level, toasting to each other and pointing to the field.
The second level is the so-called sages. These people are really of all kinds. Some are wearing crane cloaks and have the qualities of gods. Some have strange looks and look around arrogantly. There was even an old man who wrote a piece of Zhaoluan Fu on the spot, which attracted applause from everyone.
The third level is composed of some casual cultivators and sects from nearby Guanxicheng. They are so favored by the prince and come here. Feeling that their faces were bright, they frequently came forward to toast and moved around a lot.
Originally, Wu Gen, as a martial artist, was not qualified to participate in this gathering of talents. Don't you see that Xiang Qi, who was escorting Zhao Ling all the way, was still in the audience next to Wu Gen. He could only look at the delicious food and swallow his saliva.
Considering that Chu Ji might soon become King Jinchun's "daughter", Wu Gen and Wu Gen also benefited from it.
Poor Chu Ji has never seen so many delicious foods, and he is already dazzled. From the moment I sat down, my mouth never stopped. She ate so much that she was still not satisfied. She was used to living a hard life, and she stuffed the fruits and vegetables on her body like a squirrel, and her clothes were bulging out several times.
Wu Gen discovered that Lu Ke was also sitting on the second level. It's just that compared to other people around him, he looks a little shabby and seems a little out of place.
"Everyone, as all the sages gathered here today, I might as well show some methods to show the prosperity of my practice, and also to learn from each other's strengths. What do you think?" Zhao Chang stood up and said to everyone, holding a green bottle. .
"My lord, what you are talking about is, how can such a grand event not be served with wine without thaumaturgy?"
"Exactly, exactly, come on, come on, quickly use some tricks to open everyone's eyes."
A bunch of vassals were making noises, all wanting to show their faces in front of the noble man.
An old man with gray hair and a boyish face sitting on the second step stood up and saluted Mr. Zhao first, "The prince invites you today, so I, Cang Songzi, will be the first to offer some advice and make everyone smile."
As he spoke, he broke off a dead branch from the tree, held it in his hand and showed it around, and blew lightly on it. I saw a few buds emerging from the dead branches, slowly growing bigger, the calyx leaves opened, and a few bright peach blossoms bloomed. "Such a young peach is just the right thing to offer to the prince."
"Okay, okay..."
The crowd cheered endlessly, no one knew how to carry the sedan chair, and the old man also looked proud.
"Okay." Zhao Chang finally said, "Come here and I'll reward you with a handful of jade." The first one to respond to him will naturally be rewarded heavier.
The old man took it with both hands, thanked him for a long time, and raised the wishful ball to show it to everyone.
"Your Majesty, let's take a look at my talents." A man with a sallow face jumped out. This person stood in the middle of the field, his belly bulging slightly, and yellow rings spewed out from his mouth. These circles stopped in the air, kept changing, and finally turned into a big congratulatory character.
This move also attracted a round of praise, and Zhao Chang rewarded the man with a piece of green round spiritual jade.
Wu Gen, who was enjoying his meal, was stunned. This spiritual jade looked very different from the one Zhao Ling gave him. Could it be...
Turning around and looking around, there was no one he knew. Wu Gen had to quietly come to Lu Ke's side and said, "Brother Lu, I have something to ask you."
"Please say."
Wu Gen took out a soybean-sized spiritual jade from his body and said, "Brother Lu, this is a spiritual jade. Why is it different from the one the prince just rewarded?"
Lu Ke took a glance and took out a piece of spiritual jade from his body. Compared with Wu Gen's, it was also round. Although it was still cyan, it was obviously much smoother in color.
"Of course the jade in your hand is also the lowest quality. Wu Gen, I'm afraid you are not very clear about some of the rules in the world of cultivation. Most of the things used by this cultivator are rare treasures, and many of them are rare. Seeking. Therefore, most of them exchange things with each other, and everyone depends on their eyesight.
But sometimes, what if there is no equivalent, so there is a term for Lingyu. Just like the gold, silver, and copper in the world, this spiritual jade also has grades, namely spiny jade, jade jade, and jade jade.
In order to make it easier to carry, the spirit jade was made into a round shape, weighing about one tael. The gift from the prince just now was the spiny jade. The same is true for what you have in your hand, but it is broken jade. The spiritual energy is easily lost and is worthless. "
After hearing this, Wu Genru was struck by thunder and sat on the spot dumbly.
No wonder Zhao Ling looked so strange that day. He only wanted three spiritual jade, but he generously gave one as a gift. It turns out that he was bullied because he didn't know the goods, and he was taken advantage of in vain.
My heart bleeds secretly, my white jade dry formula was sold for a cabbage price. Zhao Ling, you are going too far.
Seeing Wu Gen's unswerving expression, Lu Ke quickly comforted him: "Brother Wu, there is no need to be depressed. Although your thorn jade is broken, it is still very difficult to find in the world. You can still sell it for some money."
"Oh, please give Brother Lu some advice on how to exchange this spiritual jade with gold and silver."
"Well, let's put it this way, one tael of thorn jade of normal quality can be exchanged for a hundred taels of gold. One tael of jade can be exchanged for ten taels of thorn jade. The price of the rarest jade is one tael can be exchanged for a hundred taels Yao jade, but in fact it is absolutely impossible. Yao jade is extremely rare, many people hide it in their hands and are reluctant to exchange it.
And the most important thing is that with the recovery of spiritual energy and the increase of spiritual practitioners in recent years, the price of this spiritual jade has increased again, and those who own it are even less willing to sell it, just to wait for the appreciation in value. Don't look at it, the prince just rewarded you with a piece of thorn jade, but it is becoming more and more valuable in your hands. ” Lu Ke also showed a hint of envy in his eyes. ..
"Then what Brother Lu is holding is..." Wu Gen carefully touched the spiritual jade in Tsolu Ke's hand.
"This is the jade, which was given by Princess Zhao Yan." Lu Ke reached out and handed it to Wu Gen.
Wu Gen shrank his hands in fear. If such a valuable thing was beaten by him, how much tofu would he have to sell to earn it back? "Then how much gold is this thorn jade in my hand worth?"
Lu Ke frowned, considered for a moment before speaking: "This spiritual jade is damaged, just like a sky-high price jade bracelet, how much is it worth if it is broken into several pieces? This item is already worthless to a Qi practitioner. Things are useless to mortals, but if you meet someone who wants them, you can sell them for a hundred and ten taels of silver."
When the word "silver" came up, Lu Ke emphasized his tone. He was afraid that Wu Gen would be too disappointed, so he spoke in a higher tone.
The silver could only be exchanged for silver. He gave someone a hen that could lay golden eggs in exchange for only a few taels of silver. Wu Gen was heartbroken.
Zhao Ling, you are a majestic master, you deceived an inexperienced young man like this, doesn't your heart really hurt?
Thinking of this, Wu Gen suddenly stood up and looked at Zhao Ling who was sitting on the stage with a sad and angry look.
Feeling Wu Gen's gaze, Zhao Ling looked up with some doubts. Suddenly he saw his father giving jade to someone. He suddenly felt enlightened and deliberately turned his face away.
Seeing that Zhao Ling ignored him, Wu Gen returned to his seat angrily. Chu Ji saw something wrong with his expression, so he reached out and grabbed a big white pear and handed it over.
Seeing pieces of spiritual jade being rewarded, Wu Gen couldn't help but feel body pain, as if mountains of gold were flying away.
At this time, a man stood up and saluted Zhao Chang: "Your Majesty, this place is called Zhaoluan, how can it be without Luan? Look at me recruiting a Luan bird to rectify the name of this peak. Who else can I invite?" Give me a silk scarf."
Several ladies on the stage looked at each other, but did not take out their silk scarves. It’s not that I don’t want to give it up. How can this woman’s silk scarf be given to anyone casually? This person is not willing to give it up.
It is practice that destroys the mind.
Seeing that the scene was about to be quiet, Zhao Ling had no choice but to signal the maid to hand over a red silk scarf to save his father from looking bad.
The man also came to his senses at this time, and quickly stepped forward to take it, giving a deep salute to Zhao Ling, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty. I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's kindness, depending on the villain's methods."
As he spoke, he folded the silk scarf a few times, and it looked like a bird. He took out another pen, dipped it in some cinnabar water, and lightly touched the eye area twice.
"Hey." The man grunted, and after absorbing some spiritual energy, the bird made of a silk scarf suddenly emitted a red light, gradually expanded in size, and turned into a big bird and soared into the sky. The bird's body is crystal clear, with some red blood threads. As it flies, its loud song echoes throughout the mountains and fields.
The big bird dragged its long tail feathers, flew over the top of the mountain, and flew over the heads of everyone. Everyone who saw it was amazed.
This bird is so lifelike that it is no different from a real bird. It is hard to predict that after today, rumors of the appearance of the Zhaoluan Peak Divine Bird will soon spread. The next step is to report the auspiciousness and erect a monument to record the matter. Anyway, Prince Zhao Chang is here, all kinds of things The magic should naturally be in the person.
Seeing the big bird flying over, Wu Gen rolled his eyes and whispered to Chu Ji, who was holding half the fruit in his mouth and staring blankly at the big bird, "Chu Ji, you may have lured the bird here." As he spoke, he made two circular motions with his hands.
"I'll try." Chu Ji was a little unsure. Being short in stature, she simply stood on the table and kept waving to the big bird, "Little bird, come here quickly, there is something delicious."
The big bird's flight faltered for a moment, then continued to fly forward. Chu Ji stopped this time, stuffed half of the fruit into his pocket, stretched his hands forward, as if grasping something, and pulled back hard.
Following its movements, the big bird turned around and flew towards Chu Ji.
The person who performed the technique couldn't help but be shocked. He originally wanted to let the bird land next to Zhao Ling to show his respect for the other party. Unexpectedly, the bird suddenly lost control and turned around and flew towards a little girl.
There were many Qi practitioners present, and the sudden disturbance in the spiritual energy of this place naturally could not escape their induction. However, this method was only used by a five or six-year-old girl. They couldn't help but feel surprised and looked at each other.
When the person who performed the spell saw this, he quickly increased his control over the big bird, but at this time, he felt that the connection with it was very obscure, and an invisible strange force was pulling the big bird away. In the meantime, the big bird flew to Chu Ji's head, chirped softly, and landed on his head.
With a "pop", the big bird disappeared and turned into a silk scarf.
Seeing this kind of vision, everyone started talking a lot and looked at Chu Ji very differently. The method shown by this little girl made many people excited. This is how sensitive it is to the aura to control the big bird like this.
Zhao Chang gently stroked his beard and looked at Chu Ji with a meaningful look.
At this moment, someone shouted, "Wu Gen, you are a martial artist, how can you be qualified to sit here?"
