"Go~"
In the forest, a figure moved quickly in the jungle. When it flashed past the side of a big tree, a small pure white sword filled with billowing aura flew out with a whoosh.
"Bang."
A soft sound.
A large hole burst out in the thick trunk of a big tree fifteen meters away.
Chen Ping stepped forward and observed.
The diameter of the big tree is at least more than a foot, but the hole actually penetrates the trunk directly, and one can see behind the tree at a glance.
The diameter of the hole is not just one finger thick, but at least the size of three fingers.
This is obviously the effect caused by the spillover explosion.
'This small spiritual sword, both in terms of strength and explosive effect, has been greatly improved. '
Chen Ping tried a few more times excitedly.
After more than ten days of practice, his current spiritual power sword is [Spirit Power Small Sword (Proficient): 934/1000. 】
I estimate that in a few days, I will be able to reach the 'mastery' level.
Once he reaches the proficiency level, it will mean that he has practiced this spell to a level that most monks who practice this spell cannot match.
Another means of attack.
Um?
No, it's a life-saving measure.
...
Chengdongfang City.
Winter has completely passed, and the refreshing spring has quietly arrived.
The casual cultivators who were stunned by the cold winter finally breathed a long sigh of relief and began to walk out of their homes.
The market became very lively.
"Have you heard? The team that set out for Qingyun Sect more than 20 days ago has lost contact with Lianyun City and has been no longer heard from."
"Isn't your news too late? It is said that it has been cut off for several days. It's just that the family has been keeping it secret, but there is no airtight wall?"
"Who says it isn't? It is said that there was news a few days ago that the Qingyun Sect has become extremely desolate. Even though it is close to the Qingyun Sect's prevention and detection area, no monks from the Qingyun Sect have been seen."
"It is said that a second team is being formed."
"Hey, I'm afraid the five major families can no longer control Lianyung City. Haven't you heard that a small secret gang looted a street in the north of the city, and even two monks from the palace died."
"The more chaotic Lianyun City is, the more excited these guys are."
"Don't mention it, those families themselves are not clean. Didn't the Wang Mansion and the Liu Mansion divide the property of a small family again?"
"..."
Chen Ping squatted in front of his stall with his neck curled up, his hands folded in his sleeves, listening to the latest news shared by these casual cultivator stall owners, and chiming in from time to time.
Of course, most of what he said was this:
"Yes, yes, what this fellow Taoist said is true."
"Yes, yes, this monk thinks so too."
"Yes, yes, this fellow Taoist has great opinions."
"..."
Listening to the chat among the casual cultivators, Chen Ping was also quickly analyzing the current situation.
Qingyun Sect was afraid that something had happened... This was Chen Ping's first instinct.
Lianyun City is more than three hundred miles away from Qingyun Sect. This distance is a natural chasm for Qi-training monks, especially in the cold winter when they need to pass through endless forests.
But for the foundation-building monks, the difficulty may not be too great, at least not as dangerous as imagined.
Does Qingyun Sect have a foundation?
have.
Every golden elixir has one.
But in the past few months, there has been no proactive information from Qingyun Sect.
There are only two possibilities:
1. Qingyun Sect had no intention of contacting Lianyuncheng and completely abandoned this satellite city.
2. Qingyun Sect lost the ability to contact Lianyuncheng due to some unknown reasons.
Either of these two possibilities is very scary.
This is not good news for Lianyuncheng.
"I'm afraid the chaos in Lianyuncheng is inevitable. I'm afraid it will become increasingly difficult to live an happy life in the future."
Winter has just passed.
But here it comes again.
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell your book "Illustrations of the Misty Continent"?" A voice came from in front of Chen Ping's stall, which brought Chen Ping back to his senses.
There was only one copy of "Illustration of the Misty Continent" for sale at his stall, which was a bargain bought with dozens of taels of gold.
Just put it on the stall to show off.
Not ready to sell, just want to see for yourself.
I didn’t expect anyone to actually ask.
The last time I sold "Nine Breeze Swords" no one bought it.
"Ten spiritual stones." Chen Ping said casually.
The inquiring monk sighed:
"Oh, it's getting more expensive day by day. Forget it, I bought it."
Chen Ping:? ? ?
Bought?
I originally bought it with dozens of taels of gold, but now even if I sell ten spiritual stones, people are buying them?
What the hell?
"I mean...ten spirit stones." Chen Ping added calmly.
The inquiring monk was confused by Chen Ping's expression. He subconsciously put down the book and asked:
"Is it a low-grade spiritual stone?"
Chen Ping:? ? ?
What's the meaning?
Could it be that you would also consider ten middle-grade spiritual stones?
After thinking for a while, Chen Ping understood why it was sold so expensively.
When I bought it at the store, the store said it was the last copy and it was highly scarce.
This kind of book is usually ignored.
But it's different now.
Lianyuncheng became increasingly insecure, and many monks became interested in the outside world. Perhaps some bold monks may even begin to explore the possibility of leaving Lianyung City.
In this case, such geographical records will become very useful.
Useful but scarce, naturally expensive.
Because the ten middle-grade spiritual stones were too expensive, the monk who finally inquired left with a look of regret and anger.
Chen Ping took back the register and left.
I'm so stingy that I can't bear to part with ten middle-grade spiritual stones.
…
After returning from Fangshi, as soon as I entered the street where the house was located, I saw people from the Liu Mansion registering house to house.
Soon it was Chen Ping's turn.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, it's like this. Spring has begun and the weather is getting warmer. After discussion, we have decided to rebuild the city wall of Lianyung City. Every household needs to contribute, and so do all the families in the West District. This will benefit all of us. It's an important matter for people. Fellow Taoist, can you tell me which days you can contribute? I'll register." A gentle monk from Liu Mansion introduced.
Chen Ping was stunned for a moment:
"Repairing the city wall? The amount of work is not small."
"Although the repair task is arduous, it's better to be afraid of the monsters raging outside, right?" The gentle monk smiled.
"That's right." Chen Ping approved, then probed: "Where is the Qingyun Sect...?"
"Ah, fellow Taoist, don't worry too much. Those outside are all rumors. The Qingyun Sect will be in touch soon." The gentle monk smiled and interrupted Chen Ping's probing.
Chen Ping nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Obviously, these families want to maintain stability and are not willing to talk more.
I don’t know how the news from the outside spread.
Chen Ping looked at the city wall repair plan given by the gentle monk. After some exchanges, he asked some more details and doubts, and finally chose the last few days.
Finished early and finished things early.
For him, if he can enjoy a more stable life after working hard for a few days, this 'business' is definitely worth it.
On the fourth day after registration, the city wall maintenance task officially began.
