"Oh, let's go take a look." Zhao Beiqing strode towards the manor with a smile on his face.
Zhao Xi was overjoyed and invited Nanny Zhang, Qin Wan and others, and finally even Cai Yan Cai Yun, Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er went in together.
In a room that is half the size of a basketball court, it is filled with all kinds of old things, including calligraphy and painting, porcelain, pottery, swords, etc. At first glance, it looks like you have entered a flea market.
While watching, Zhao Beiqing talked and laughed with his son, and sometimes asked about the origin of something, which seemed to be very interesting.
He was sighing in his heart. Ever since he went to Beijing to take the exam and found a fragment of a magic weapon that was not worth a few spiritual stones for himself. After he praised it as if to comfort him, he kept it in his heart and kept it wherever he went. Collecting old things, hoping to find one or two more treasures.
How could he, a mortal, be so lucky to find something used by immortal cultivators? It's just a pitiful hope in my heart, hoping to be praised by myself.
His father is a high-ranking Immortal of the Purple Mansion, and he is just a passerby in the human world for a few hundred years. In fact, his son is very unwilling to do so.
He respects the Qin family more than he admires her, even though in terms of background, the Qin family is far inferior to him. In front of Qin, a cultivator of immortality, and his wife, who seemed to be forever young and beautiful, he would rather choose He. It was only because they were both mortals that he felt like a husband in front of He.
Zhao Beiqing has lived for hundreds of years and is very clear about his son's thoughts, so his son's hobby can be regarded as his filial piety, so he should just follow his wishes.
The room is really a pile of garbage!
Some of them may be worth a few dollars in the mortal world, but they are of no use to a Zifu monk like him.
He casually tasted a few more items, and was about to praise his son before leaving, but he didn't expect to find a magic weapon.
This was a stove. It looked old. Zhao Beiqing grabbed it and slapped it down. The shell of the stove suddenly shattered into raindrops, revealing a small brown furnace inside.
"The first-level high-grade is worth about five hundred spirit stones." Zhao Beiqing estimated in his mind and turned to look at his son: "Where did this thing come from?"
When the stove broke into pieces, Zhao Xi already understood that this thing was extraordinary, and he was very happy in his heart. He hurriedly replied: "A subordinate said that he collected it from a farm in the mountains. When he saw that I liked it, he gave it to me. Father, is this thing useful?" "
I'm afraid they did it on purpose. Zhao Beiqing was too lazy to care about these matters and casually ordered: "Don't treat others badly."
He also explained: "This is called the Fierce Light Furnace. It can be used to refine various types of elixirs with five elements attributes. It is of good quality. If Yue'er learns to make elixirs in the future, this object can be used for her practice."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Xi nodded happily.
Zhao Beiqing was about to say a few more words, trying to persuade his son not to spend all his thoughts on this, but he suddenly heard a roar like a broken gong coming from outside the house: "Zhao Zhexi from Yunzhou, come out quickly, you are in trouble. !”
This voice rang in everyone's ears, and everyone was shocked, except for Zhao Beiqing and Zhang Hejing. The former was gritting his teeth and had a very exciting expression on his face, as if he was about to have an attack, but the latter was secretly covering his mouth and snickering.
Zhao Beiqing pushed open the door and stood in the middle of the yard, pointed at a place in the sky, put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily: "Wang Qinian, you thief, what are you doing with such a loud voice? Your skin is itchy!"
Zhao Beiqing has always looked gentle and elegant. Even though Zhao Yue'er was abducted by Master Yun Su yesterday, he still controlled himself very well and did not lose his composure. At this time, he was acting like a country boy, quarreling with the man in the sky without any grace.
I just heard the voice in the clouds laughing and saying: "Well, you Zhao Zhexi, you are so brave to not come to see me in Qingzhou. Go back quickly, lest I get upset when I see you!"
"Bah!" Zhao Beiqing said disdainfully: "My defeated generals dare to call themselves me in front of me."
"You..." A little old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks appeared from mid-air. He jumped up to Zhao Beiqing and grabbed his robe:
"Let's compete to see who is the loser."
Zhao Beiqing allowed him to hold on to his clothes without breaking free, with a bright smile on his face: "I've been holding my breath for the past two days, and you came to ask for a beating. You are really a good brother of my Zhao Beiqing, haha!"
He also grabbed the man's sleeve: "Let's go, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"
The two of them were laughing and joking, pulling each other and flying upwards. Their voices slowly faded away:
"Hey, who doesn't have the foresight to provoke the leader of our Chosen Feng Hall?"
"A crazy bitch, I'll tell you after I finish."
"Crazy bitch, let's take a look. You came all the way...could it be Zhenren Yun Su?"
"Oh, that's a pretty good guess! Have you ever suffered a loss in her hands?"
"Hey, don't mention it. Fortunately, I'm ugly and she didn't take notice of me, haha!"
…
The two figures disappeared into the sky.
Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other, wondering what had happened.
Qin Wan held Mammy's hand and was a little worried: "Mammy, who is that? Grandpa, it doesn't matter!"
Mammy patted her and comforted her: "That is the palace master of the sect in Qingzhou Palace. He is a good guy and is a life-and-death friend of your grandpa. Every time they meet, they have to fight each other. Win or lose.”
Just as he was talking, I saw the wind and clouds in the sky in the distance suddenly change, the sea of clouds rolled in, black clouds pressed over the city, and the sky suddenly darkened.
A golden light broke through the darkness and streaked across the sky, blooming with dazzling light and astonishing momentum.
"Master Qinian has the twin spiritual roots of metal and wood. This should be the Brahma Sword for which he became famous..." Grandma was explaining below.
Before he finished speaking, a small mountain-sized stone suddenly appeared, blocking the direction of the sword light. The two collided with each other, making a huge roar. The big stone turned into a piece of powder, floating down from the sky.
Soon enough, a red flame suddenly spurted out from behind the boulder and rushed towards the direction of the sword light, with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth, as if it wanted to wipe out all obstacles.
"This is your grandpa's Brahma Flame, which is in direct opposition to the Brahma Sword. I don't know which one of them named it first." Mammy continued to explain.
The two of them were high in the clouds, coming and going, and there were rumbling explosions from time to time, which was very lively.
There was a circle of people standing under the manor, everyone looking up with their necks raised, but they couldn't tell who was who.
"Is this what Lord Zifu is capable of? It's really terrifying." Some people were still frightened.
"Our father-in-law is incredibly powerful!" someone commented secretly.
"Mommy, what's going on now? Between these two seniors, who is more powerful?" Qin Wan held on to her tightly, her palms covered with sweat.
"Zhexi, the eighth floor of the Zi Mansion, Master Qinian, is on the ninth floor of the Zi Mansion." Mammy said leisurely.
"Ah, wouldn't that mean that my father-in-law would suffer a loss?" Qin Wan asked anxiously.
Grandma didn't answer, and cast her eyes into the distance. She saw two figures, one in front and one behind, flying towards this side from the place where the battle was taking place.
It seemed that the outcome was decided.
