A burst of deep green Qi suddenly exploded from the Qiankun Bag, like a thunderbolt on the ground. It was about to shatter Chen Heng's probing palm. However, it was powerless, and with just a slight press, it was like clouds collapsing and fog collapsing. It just dispersed, nothing could be done to stop it.
After Chen Heng unlocked the restrictions on the Qiankun Bag, he looked inside and saw that there were only some talisman coins and talisman utensils, nothing unusual. Even a few bottles of elixirs were just dim, obviously of low quality. high.
He shook his head, put it away, picked up another Qiankun bag, and continued to break the restrictions left in it.
This time in Huaiwudong and his party, four of the foundation-building cultivators of the Shanxuelian Sect died, and the number of Qi practitioners was even more numerous.
Especially Qin Xian, who is at the second level of Foundation Establishment. His net worth is extremely wealthy. A rough count of the single talisman's money is six to seven thousand.
Although these were shared equally between him and Yuan Yangsheng, each of them got half.
However, this accumulated wealth allowed his Qiankun bag, which had almost bottomed out due to Qi Qi cultivation, to replenish rapidly, so much so that even one Qiankun bag could not hold it at all, and he had to take out a new one before he could manage it. Handled properly.
This goes back and forth.
By the time Chen Heng finally finished counting, two hours had passed in a hurry.
"If you think about it carefully, since the beginning of my practice, the few times I have become rich have been through fighting and killing..."
Chen Heng held a long sword in his hand that shone with cold light and was as bright as snow. He raised it to the level of his eyebrows and placed it between his eyes.
He stared at it for a long time, his mind condensed for a moment, and he thought to himself:
"Who could have imagined? I was afraid that when I was struggling to survive in the water prison, I didn't dare to think like this... I, Chen Heng, would actually be today..."
From his rebirth, he came to this Xudu Tianyu.
First, he received the Diyuan Talisman and obtained the Xiao Baiyang Pill given by Ai Jian to extend his life. Then he activated the Golden Cicada and cultivated Fetal Breath. Finally, in order to avoid Yan Feichen and other Yan family members, he finally went down to Xiaogan Mountain.
Xu Zhi, Tushange, Yangshan Taoist, Rongshi... until now all the things in this floating jade lake.
To this day, although he is only a low-level Qi practitioner, he is still as insignificant as an insect, ant, mosquito, or fly in this great world of immortality.
But in the end, the pain caused by Han Dou Zhen Qi was finally over. Even when the mountain wind blew, he felt cold to the bone, and his blood seemed to freeze to death.
Then think of the situation in my previous life where I stayed on the sick bed all year round, rarely even seeing the light of day outside the house, and could only wait for death day by day.
Chen Heng felt as if he was in a dream.
After a few breaths.
Then he chuckled, dispelling all the distracting thoughts in his chest, and calmed down.
"This sword is of high quality and can be used in many ways. It can be given to Senior Brother Xu Zhi after returning to the mountain. He is short of a flying sword, so it is just a convenient favor."
Chen Heng put down the flying sword in his hand and placed it in front of his knees, saying something in his heart.
Among the miscellaneous wealth counted today, there are not only a huge amount of talisman money, but also countless low-quality elixirs, talismans, Taoist techniques, array disks, etc., as well as some miscellaneous items, although of little value. But it is also rich, and it can be viewed as a toy to some extent.
Now, his financial resources can be considered to be at the highest level among the Taoist priests.
But if we say this is the most valuable possession.
But it's not a robe or a spiritual medicinal plant, but this flying sword lying across the knee...
The name of the sword is "Zhanzhu". It is about three feet four inches long and two fingers wide. The handle is decorated with colorful beads and nine-color jade. The whole body is like a candlelight trailing in the void. It is as clean as a wash, every detail is visible, and the material is only Second only to Chen Heng's Qinglu sword, it was extremely sharp and pierced the flesh and bones!
With just a moment of fetal breath, the sword was about to emit a clear and high-pitched sound like the chirping of a crane, as if it was about to cut through the air at any time, and cut off a head, with murderous intent!
Two times of refining, seventeen spiritual treasures forbidden!
This Zhanzhu Sword is not ordinary even among middle-grade talismans.
Chen Heng got it from Qin Xian's Qiankun Bag. Judging from the various bead and jade carvings on the hilt, it is obvious that it is the favorite of this second-level Foundation Establishment monk.
However, during the fight, Qin Xian was first immobilized by Yuan Yangsheng's Ten Directions Liguo Pure Eyes, and then was directly punched by Chen Heng into blood mist. He had no time to use all his methods, and naturally he could not use any sword skills.
Since coming to this world, Xu Zhishi has helped him a lot, not just once or twice with the fetal breathing method of "fear of death and life, contentment with gods".
This mouthful of zhanzhu should be taken as a mere expression of one's inner feelings.
"However, senior brother has a swordsmanship that is almost magical in the ordinary world. I have never touched the limit of 'ten steps and one kill'... and he is a Qi practitioner after all, but he can't even use a low-grade flying sword." I couldn’t afford it, so I only had an iron sword to protect myself.”
Think about this.
Even Chen Heng was speechless for a moment.
A few months ago, when he came down the mountain on the pretext of escorting the coffin of his clan brother Chen Ze, he was also in a state of poverty, not much better than Xu Zhi.
But after several battles.
The inside of the Qiankun Bag became vast...
"With my senior brother's temperament, he prefers silence to movement. I'm afraid it will be difficult."
Chen Heng shook his head and stopped thinking about it. After putting away the Zhanzhu sword lying in front of his knees, he took out the Beidou sword that was given to him by the master of Huaiwu Cave, which was said to be produced by Wuguang Sect.
According to legend, there is a great magical power in the Wuguang Sect, called the "Beidou Xingbo Sword Sutra", which is a specialized sword method. After it is mastered, just one of your own swords will be able to fill an entire world with radiance and cut off all enemies. A creature that should go against its own will.
Extremely domineering, fierce and sharp!
This sword scripture is taken from the understanding concept of "Dou is the image of the king and the lord of the orders of the stars". It is very wise and not vulgar.
The Beidou Sword Urn given to him by the Huaiwu Cave Master was a sword spirit that was personally inserted into it by a swordsman who was accomplished in the "Beidou Star Sword Sutra", using the talisman as a carrier.
Once it is destroyed, even a high-level person in the Zifu realm will end up with a dead body, which is absolutely unacceptable.
Although this sounds like a high-powered one, it was still owned by Huaiwu Cave Master, so he had to be careful——
It wasn't until he summoned a few live targets from the True Dharma Realm and used the sword a few times, that the ground was covered in blood and he didn't notice anything strange, that he felt relieved.
…
…
"It's done. Now, we can only wait until the day after tomorrow when the Master of Huaiwu Cave will preach to the first three disciples...
All the troubles in Fuyubo will finally come to an end. "
Chen Heng let out a long breath and stood up from the futon.
I walked to the window and looked at the waning moon in the sky, like a hook, with thousands of clear lights shining brightly.
There are several apricot trees in this inn that are as tall as the eaves. Their branches are curved and slanting towards the window, like pale purple dragon scales. They have a wild and wild appearance, but the few small flowers on them are too bright. Wei Rui is petite and scorchingly beautiful.
Opening the round window in front of me, the soundproofing barrier was lifted, and the world that had been imprisoned for a long time was immediately put into the house.
Winds blow, river tides, insects chirp, fish leap, mountains move, mist blows...
Wonderful sounds and myriad phenomena, like pearls pouring down from a jade plate.
The sound of the river shakes the pillow, the moon is waning over the river, the ground is covered with flower shades, and the green mountains are everywhere.
In the distance, there are a few extremely distant sounds of music blowing in the wind, conveying a sense of lazy celebration, interspersed with firecrackers and bursts of laughter. The sound of the piano is as warm as water, as if it is not stained by dust.
Chen Heng tapped the carved window lattice with his knuckles, subconsciously harmonizing with the faint sound of the piano. Suddenly, he thought that it would be "Fengsi Festival" in a few days.
This is a festival shared by several places in Rongguo. It was originally used to pray for children to cleanse themselves of dirt. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has gradually become a day to pray for marriage.
In the memory of my predecessor, every time on this day, young men and women of the right age would hide a flower branch in their sleeves and come to the waterside with their elders to participate in the Fengtian sacrifice. On the day of "Fengsi Festival", there will also be firecrackers, fireworks and lanterns. During the parade, if after the lantern festival ends in the evening, men and women exchange the flower branches that have been hidden in their sleeves for a day, it means that they are happy with each other, and the parents and patriarchs of both parties will choose a good and auspicious day to perform the three betrothal gifts.
My predecessor was impatient to join in the fun. When he was in the Chen clan, he never participated in it.
But after he was kidnapped by Yan Zhen and sent to the Xuanzhen Sect.
Every time during the "Fengsi Festival", although Yan Zhen would often hand over flowers and branches as gifts, she would always get a cold face, and even get ridiculed by her predecessor. Yan Zhen was made furious.
This is the time of "Feng Si Festival".
The predecessor often spent his time in punishment.
The day before yesterday, he was beaten until blood flowed everywhere and his skin was torn.
The next day, it was not uncommon for Yan Zhen to sob and cry and apply the medicine herself...
Think about it carefully.
After he left Huaiwu Cave, the Puyu he saw along the road, whether it was waterside pavilions or palaces and towers, were all hung with red silk and colorful satin, creating a grand and joyful scene with lights and colors. He thought that was where he came from. Prepare for the "Fengsi Festival".
It's just that Chen Heng didn't pay attention to these at that time. He just glanced at them and didn't keep them in his heart.
It wasn't until I heard the music that I suddenly remembered and had an idea.
"The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again..."
Chen Heng sighed inwardly.
Above the sky, the moon shines brightly tonight as it did last night, and its bright light remains the same forever. However, people are as impermanent as mayflies, living and dying in the morning, and cannot enjoy this long-lasting special scene.
To this day.
Regardless of whether it was Yan Zhen, her predecessor, or people who watched the moon under this moon eons ago, how many of them have survived to this day? Wasn't it just a handful of loess?
"The human body is like morning dew, the moon shines forever, the scenery does not wait for others, and the hair becomes silk in a moment..."
Immortality.
Immortality!
Only those who shine with the sun and the moon, and live forever with the heaven and the earth!
After resurrecting his life, he was lucky enough to come to the world of Jiuzhou where the Immortal Way manifested itself.
What he asked for! There is only one immortality that could not be obtained in the previous life!
…
Chen Heng stood in front of the window in trance for a while, motionless, with a deep silence on his face, neither happiness nor anger could be seen.
There was only one pair of eyes that flickered dimly, like ripples in a lake.
"You boy, you are really like a jade mountain on the side, it shines on people when you are close, the wind god is so tall..."
At this time, Ancestor Fu Shen suddenly stuck out his head and muttered:
"At first, I thought your eldest brother was a charming and charming man, a true god among the immortals. There was no one in the world who could compare with him. But after seeing you in person these past few days, I realized that you still have control over him. What a real dragon and phoenix!
It's a pity that the Hehuan Sect was destroyed by the Yuchen Sect thousands of years ago, and they had no choice but to go far away to Xisuzhou. They haven't regained their strength now, and even their parents, Zhaozong, have suffered a big loss... Otherwise, with your appearance, temperament and Taoist heart, you must be one of the 'immortal medicines' in Hehuan Cult. Even several palace masters have to compete for the role, so where is Yan Zhen's turn?
Who is she? Do you deserve to be your face as well? The ancestor estimates that your unfeminine appearance now is probably her trouble. You are so taciturn at a young age, so boring! Not lively at all! "
Seeing Chen Heng, he didn't answer.
Ancestor Fu Shen was not disappointed at all.
He just climbed up to the tea table, smacked his lips, and took a sip from the teacup that, with his current small stature, could be used as a bathtub.
As soon as he wiped his beard, he started talking to himself again.
It is said that since the overthrow of the Hehuan Sect, no one in the Shuangxiu Avenue in Dongmizhou can carry the banner anymore. The Long Luan Temple and the Que Yin Sect are all low-class things. They only have a little skin and flesh appearance. They have not understood the true principle of dual cultivation and the harmony of yin and yang. They deserve to be chased and beaten like a bereaved dog.
But with the collapse of the Hehuan Sect, the whole fun of Dongmi Province for Ancestor Fu Shen was reduced by half, and it was far less fun than before.
The end of the story.
He sighed again.
But the underlying meaning behind his words was clearly that he wanted to borrow Chen Heng's appearance, go out and have fun, and have a chance encounter with the Hehuan Sect in Xisuzhou!
"With your ancestor's ability, why do you need to ask me about this kind of thing?"
Chen Heng said calmly:
"You are a senior from Taifu Palace, with origins from eight sects and six sects. Even if you take it without asking, what can I do to you?"
"Taifu Palace is a decent sect! Not a demon sect! It is a famous decent sect that has existed since the ancient Taoist era! Do you also know that I am a senior? A decent senior cannot do such a thing!"
Ancestor Fu Shen glared:
"If word gets out about taking things without asking, how can you expect me to hang around here in Xudu? Doesn't my ancestor be shameless?"
"Eight schools of Xuanmen..."
Chen Heng was slightly surprised when he heard this: "Are they all as noble and upright as our ancestors?"
"Uh...that's not the case..."
Ancestor Fu Shen hesitated for a moment, scratched his head, and then spoke truthfully:
"Boy, although you definitely don't have the fate to enter the eight major sects to practice Taoism in this life, my ancestors still want to tell you the truth. Our Taifu Palace is famous for not causing trouble, and there are few disciples in the sect. This generation His disciples are not even there yet, so there is nothing to worry about, but the battles within the other seven sects are fierce...
There is always a fight between the great sects. If disciples of this kind of big sect fight, it will be even more fierce than other small sects. Although it is due to the rules of the sect and cannot be exceeded, it is definitely not what it is. A piece of peace! "
Chen Heng's eyes flashed with some thought and he nodded.
"So, what about me borrowing your face?"
Seeing Chen Heng's nod, Ancestor Fu Shen couldn't help but rub his hands excitedly, his face full of hope.
"No."
Chen Heng smiled: "Ancestor, please don't borrow my face."
"..."
Ancestor Fu Shen kept his eyes open.
At this time, the sound of laughter and music came again melodiously, matching the sound of the tide like a drum. Chen Heng listened quietly for a long time, then closed the round window and sat down on the futon again.
"By the way, what do you think about your good senior sister? I told her to stay away from you, but this child has never listened to my words!"
Seeing that Chen Heng wanted to continue practicing again.
Ancestor Fu Shen quickly stood up from the tea table and asked curiously: "Her heart is obviously tied to yours, what about you? Have you ever been attracted to her? Even for a moment?"
"Ancestor, let me guess."
"What are these words!" Ancestor Fu Shen glared.
"Usually when my ancestor talks to me, he will stop mid-sentence and refuse to continue, asking me to guess on my own."
Chen Heng said calmly: "It's the ancestor's turn now, you might as well take a guess."
"..."
When Ancestor Fu Shen reacted in shock, Chen Heng had already lowered his eyes and fell into concentration.
He rolled his eyes at Chen Heng, sighed helplessly, and then turned over and fell into the wine jar in the corner, lying on the edge, ignoring it and continuing to drink.
And time passes by in a hurry, as if water leaves no trace.
In the blink of an eye.
Two days have passed, and it's time to go to the master of Huaiwu Cave to listen to the lecture.
(End of chapter)
