A group of people were excited and soon arrived at Fangshi at the foot of the mountain. It used to take almost an hour to go up the mountain, but in the past six months, although my practice has not yet reached the first level of Qi Refining, I have made some progress and my steps have become much lighter.
When I came to Fangshi, I saw an archway built outside, with the word "Fangshi" written on it. It was very simple and straightforward. After passing the archway, it was very lively.
I saw a wide long street in the middle, with some temporary stalls on both sides of the long street. Disciples from many sects and families were observing, negotiating prices, and trading in front of those stalls. Various sounds come together, completely different from life in the mountains.
Cheng Ling also looked at the stalls along the long street one by one. They were all monster furs, elixirs, and talismans. He could not tell the level. He was not interested in these, so he walked by casually. For a while, I didn't find any interesting gadgets or ingredients.
He was not discouraged and looked at the stalls one by one. In less than a while, he came to the middle of the long street. At this time, there was a stall full of books in front of him, which attracted his attention.
Cheng Ling still likes to read books. In the past, when he was on Earth, he would take some time to read books every day. He didn't choose and read all kinds of books. In the past six months, he has read all the books in the Taoist Library. He has a good memory and has memorized them all. As a result, he will be bored more often.
Now that I saw these many books, I thought that I could learn more about the current world, so I stopped and planned to buy a few books and go back to read them.
He flipped through a few books, and the stall owner saw that he kept flipping through them, and he was very impatient at first. Seeing him wearing a white robe and Confucian shirt, he could only restrain himself.
The ranks among the disciples of the Wuxiang Sword Sect are still very strict. The handyman disciples all wear gray shorts and long trousers, which not only shows their identity but also makes it easier to work. Official disciples wear long gowns, but the color is black.
As for Cheng Ling's attire, only the sect elders or direct disciples of the hall master were qualified, and the entire Wuxiang Sword Sect only had a few hundred people. He knew all this from Su Rui and didn't take it seriously. He just chose the books he was interested in and read them.
It didn't take long for him to select a few books, some of which introduced the materials used in cultivating, and some of which contained some experience in formations. One of them was very broken, recording some experiences, and it was very thick, much thicker than regular books. times.
He then asked the stall owner: "Brother, how many spiritual stones are these books?"
The stall owner immediately became energetic and said hurriedly: "Five low-grade spiritual stones!"
"Is there any discount if I buy so many, or maybe I can get a few copies for free!"
"Well... then you can choose two more books for yourself!"
Cheng Ling randomly selected two more books introducing swordsmanship and magic, paid the spirit stones, and planned to go shopping further.
At this moment, a voice came: "Hey~! Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a waste of the Chen family! What kind of bad luck did the boy have? He actually became a direct disciple of the formation hall, and the spiritual stone on his body There must be quite a few!”
Cheng Ling looked up and saw a disciple also wearing a white Confucian shirt looking at him coldly and saying. When he recalled it in his mind, he remembered that it was a disciple named Liu Feng who beat him with Chen Lei half a year ago. Unexpectedly, he had become a direct disciple now.
He smiled lightly and didn't intend to take any notice, so he planned to go around and continue browsing other stalls.
But Liu Feng stopped on his route and said, "Junior Brother Chen, don't leave in a hurry. We haven't seen each other for half a year, so we can get close."
Cheng Ling sneered. You could tell by his look what he was planning. He said calmly: "I am no longer a member of the Chen family. My name is Cheng Ling now. What do you want? Just tell me!"
"Oh~! I didn't expect that junior brother is so brave, and he doesn't want to give up his family name!" When the disciples heard this, they all burst into laughter.
Cheng Ling was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm not familiar with you!"
"It's great, then I'll tell you the truth. Senior brother has been a little tight lately. Anyway, you don't need spiritual stones because your cultivation level is so low. Why don't you lend me Huahua, senior brother?"
"You and I are as close as brothers?"
"That's not true!"
"Are you my brother-in-law?"
"Uh, not really!" Nonsense, for a loser like you, don't say I don't have a girl. Even if I did, I wouldn't marry you!
"I owe you spiritual stones?"
"nor!"
"Then why should I borrow it from you?"
In my day, this kid said he was teasing me for a long time! The disciples on the side were all stunned by his strange question, and they burst into laughter at the last sentence.
Liu Feng was furious and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, I will keep all the spiritual stones you have today, otherwise don't even think about going there."
Su Rui was also furious and said, "That's Cheng Ling's own spiritual stone, why should I give it to you! Senior brothers, you guys should come and judge, isn't he robbing it by force?"
However, the disciples in the formation hall did not say a word and just watched everything that happened indifferently. Cheng Ling's cultivation was low, but his status was higher than them. He had long been unhappy, but he was just in the way of Xuan Lingzi and didn't dare to offend him. Now that someone is in trouble and they are so angry in their hearts, how can they come to help?
Cheng Ling felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect that all the disciples in the formation hall were ready to stand by and watch. Originally, he also knew that he was suddenly favored by Xuan Lingzi, and his status was above all the disciples. He never put on airs and talked and laughed with them calmly.
Everyone got along well with each other, and since they were all disciples of the formation hall, they should be able to help him a little. Unexpectedly, these disciples were at odds with each other and wished to make a fool of themselves. He knew that this matter today could not be solved.
Sure enough, Liu Feng became even more arrogant when he saw that none of the disciples of the Formation Hall except Su Rui said a word, and urged: "What do you think, do you want to hand over the spirit stone yourself, or do you want to take it back after suffering some physical pain?"
Liu Feng was not afraid of Xuan Lingzi. His master was the elder of the sword hall and had a high status. Moreover, he also learned from his master that Xuan Lingzi did not have many years left in his life.
Besides, if there is a conflict between disciples, the master will usually not lower his status and just treat it as competition with each other. The same is true within the sect. As long as no life is caused, they will turn a blind eye.
Cheng Ling knew that she was no match for Liu Feng, but she was unwilling to let him give the spirit stone to them so obediently. At this time, he secretly regretted not practicing properly in the past six months.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You can borrow the spirit stone, but I didn't bring much today. I bought these books. I will send the spirit stone to you when I return to the mountain."
In desperation, he could only postpone it temporarily. When he returned to the sect, he would stay in the Taoist temple and not come out. Even he didn't have the guts to blackmail him under the nose of Xuan Lingzi.
Liu Feng didn't believe it at all. He expected that Cheng Ling would definitely put the spirit stone on his body, so he said coldly: "That's it, then don't blame senior brother for being violent. Come to me and restrain him. I'll search him first." Search!" The disciples behind him all rushed up and grabbed Cheng Ling's hands and feet.
Cheng Ling tried his best to resist, but he was not even at the first level of Qi refining, and he was so small that he was no match for those disciples. Within a moment, he was caught hand and foot.
Su Rui was so anxious that he rushed forward to help, while shouting to the disciples in the formation hall: "Brothers, are you going to allow the disciples in the formation hall to be bullied by their sword hall?"
Several disciples of the Formation Hall couldn't see it, and moved slightly, but heard a voice say: "Junior brothers, don't worry, Senior Brother Liu was just joking with Cheng Ling, there is nothing to be surprised about."
When the disciples heard this, they stopped moving.
Cheng Ling followed the sound and saw that it was a disciple of the Chen family named Chen Feng. On weekdays, he always thinks that his clan members want to have a good time with him, but unexpectedly, at the critical moment, he actually prevents others from helping. There was great hatred in his heart. It seemed that half a year of comfortable life had wiped out his vigilance.
But at this time, it was not the time for him to regret. Both hands and feet were grabbed, unable to move. Liu Feng's hands stretched towards his body again. His mind was racing, thinking hard about countermeasures.
But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any way. As he saw his hand getting closer and closer to her, he saw the sword hanging on his waist from the corner of his eye, and he hurriedly said loudly: "Wait a minute, I'll lend it to you!"
Liu Feng paused his hand and said with a sinister smile: "Junior brother Cheng really knows the current affairs. If we had not done this earlier, we would have to waste more time!"
"Let them release me first so I can get the spirit stone!"
Liu Feng waved his hand, and the disciples let go of his hands and feet.
Cheng Ling rubbed the painful arm and said, "Why did you use so much force? It hurts my hand. It's not convenient to hold the spirit stone."
Liu Feng looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Cheng Ling put his hand into his arms and suddenly looked ahead in surprise and said, "Master, why are you here too!"
Liu Feng and other disciples were startled, and they all looked back, only to see nothing behind them, with no trace of Xuan Lingzi.
At this moment, Liu Feng felt a movement on his waist, and Cheng Ling grabbed the sword hanging on his waist. He was furious and shouted coldly: "You bastard, you are looking for death!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab Cheng Ling, and the disciples gathered around him again.
Cheng Ling slashed his sword everywhere. For a moment, no one dared to get close. When Liu Feng saw him, he shouted, "Surround him. He doesn't know how to move with swords. He will strike whenever he finds an opportunity!"
Everyone hurriedly surrounded him, and something was wrong with Cheng Ling. He could care about the front, but not the back. Within a short while, he was hit several times.
But he held on, holding the sword tightly in his hand, just slashing everywhere. But his chops were completely unorganized, and the disciples of the sword hall discovered it after watching for a while. They all trembled when they saw the flaw hitting his body, and several disciples aimed specifically at his sword-holding hand.
Cheng Ling knew that the only thing he could rely on was this sword, so he gritted his teeth and refused to let go. Su Rui also blocked him several times.
A moment later, Cheng Ling was beaten to severe pain all over his body. Knowing that continuing like this was not an option, he felt cruel and put his sword to his neck and said, "Liu Feng, if you continue to push me, I will kill you." If you kill yourself, with so many pairs of eyes watching, my master will definitely not give up, so be prepared to bear his old man’s wrath!”
