Chu Cheng left Changsun Hall's residence and came to the wooden house where he had lived for the past three years. Then he saw Old Man Meng and the three of them waiting for him here as promised.
"Junior Brother Chu, what does Elder Changsun want from you??" Zhang Fei looked at Chu Cheng's happy face and couldn't help but ask.
"Hehe, Elder Changsun accepted me as his disciple." Chu Cheng smiled.
"Really?" Zhang Fei looked envious. Among the many disciples of the Luo Yun Sect, how many of them could be chosen as disciples by Elder Ningye? With a master, there will be more cultivation resources than ordinary disciples.
"That is definitely more real than real gold!" Chu Cheng said proudly. "If you need anything in the future, just come to my brother for help."
"Congratulations! Junior Brother Chu's future is going to be smooth sailing!" Zhang Fei was also happy, happy for Chu Cheng and happy for himself.
Based on their friendship over the past three years, will it not be easy to find him to make elixirs in the future? As the saying goes, it is better to share the blessings than to share the hardships! In the past three years, we have been brothers and sisters.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Chu!" Yan Hong also congratulated with a smile.
Among the three of them, Old Meng also fell silent. This made Chu Cheng a little confused. Why did this usually talkative person talk so little today?
"What are your plans after you go out?" Chu Cheng asked.
"I have been in Baicao Valley for more than twenty years. I am afraid that the inner sect has long forgotten me. I am afraid that the previous cave has been occupied by others. Later, Hongmei and I will go to the registration office and find another one. A place to stay." Zhang Feidao and Yan Hong have now become Taoist monks and want to live together.
"I'm going to the library later to see if you can come to me in Area B of the outer gate when you are free." Chu Cheng thought for a while and said, the most important thing now is to find a book of powerful moves to improve his strength. . After all, I only know two techniques.
"Okay! Say goodbye then! We will visit you another day and get drunk with Junior Brother Chu." Zhang Fei cupped his fists and bowed. This bow is a token of gratitude to Chu Cheng!
Several people said goodbye and left Baicao Valley.
In the outer door area, the air fluctuated, and two figures appeared in the teleportation array.
"Senior Brother Meng, what are you doing here at the outer gate?" Chu Cheng looked at the old man beside him.
"Fifty years ago, I was also a disciple of the outer sect in Area B." Old Man Meng recalled with emotion. "The world is like a dog in the white clouds. Eternity has passed by in a blink of an eye for fifty years. Now? Are there still old friends?"
Chu Cheng glanced at Old Meng sympathetically and felt a little pitiful. A dignified foundation-building monk had spent fifty years cultivating the fields.
Ever since Zhang Xiaohu's incident, Chu Cheng had some opinions about the Luoyun Sect. Coupled with this mandatory task, Chu Cheng had no feelings for the Luoyun Sect. The honor of the master is nothing in his eyes!
"Senior Brother Meng, should you follow me to my residence first, or go to the outer square first?" Chu Cheng asked.
"Let's go to the square first. I don't have any magic skills yet. Let's see if anyone can catch my eye." Old Man Meng thought for a moment.
Old Man Meng is now at the foundation building level, but he only knows a few spells, and they are still low-level spells. Now that he has more than 200 contribution points, he can find a good one.
Chu Cheng and Old Man Meng quickly arrived at the bridge, walked to the end of the bridge, and stepped into the barrier.
With a flash of his body, he arrived in the square.
Chu Cheng's body swayed. After three years of hard work in the fields, his physical condition was much better than before. Teleportation was no longer a problem for him and he no longer felt dizzy.
Chu Cheng looked at the pedestrians walking in the square and couldn't help but smile. This scene made him miss it so much.
"This person is so strange, but it seems like I have seen him somewhere before?" Several outer disciples saw Chu Cheng.
"It seems that there are no new disciples recruited this year." Another person said.
"This... this person seems to be that Chu Cheng!" someone exclaimed!
The name Chu Cheng is very popular in the outer sect now, and it is also spread among the inner sect. Just because core disciple Zhu Ziche has been looking for him for the past three years! And threatened to destroy him.
"Shouldn't this Chu Cheng be hiding? I have never seen him come to collect the sect's welfare in the past three years."
"It seems that he must have found a helper. Look at the old man, he is probably an inner disciple."
Old Man Meng built his cultivation base, and the Qi Gathering monks naturally couldn't figure it out. They could only feel that the Qi was stronger than those of them.
"Boy Chu, do you still have an enemy?" Old Meng narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Haha, why are you paying attention to him? I'm not afraid if he comes! At worst, we'll have a fight!" Chu Cheng didn't care at all.
In Luoyun Sect, no matter how brave Zhu Ziche was, he would not dare to kill him. At this time, Chu Cheng was not afraid of Zhu Ziche at all. Even if Ouyang Xiu had not left seclusion, he still had Chang Sun Tang behind him. A dignified Elder of Condensate and a powerful elder in the Alchemy Hall, he wouldn't let his new disciple be bullied, would he?
What's more, there is a foundation-building monk beside him! Although I don’t know what Old Man Meng’s strength is, there shouldn’t be much difference between them when they are both in the early stages of foundation building.
Chu Cheng naturally ignored it and took Old Meng to the library.
"Brother Deacon! I want to enter the library." Chu Cheng said to a middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was the deacon who told Chu Cheng three years ago that he needed to contribute points to read the exercises.
"Are they two? Together or separately." This deacon only met Chu Cheng once, so naturally he didn't remember him.
"Of course together! Please keep it." Chu Cheng took out thirty low-grade spiritual stones and handed them over. Fifteen spirit stones per person is nothing to Chu Cheng. If you deliver it for Old Man Meng, it will definitely be difficult to refuse if you drag him into a fight later.
Thinking of this, Chu Cheng laughed.
Old Meng followed behind him and said nothing when he saw Chu Cheng paying the spirit stones for him.
As for their core disciples, their monthly benefits are four high-grade spiritual stones, and they no longer have low-grade spiritual stones.
The two walked in and saw a young man in black walking over. He cupped his fists and said, "The first floor is the elixir room, the second floor is the magic weapon room, and the third floor is the exercises. This is the elixir list. You can take a look at it." Then he handed Chu and Cheng a list.
Old Meng flipped through it casually and put it down. The pills here are all taken by Qi Gathering monks, so they are naturally useless to him.
Chu Cheng took a look at it. He ordered one Qi Gathering Pill for every contribution, one Qi Restoration Pill for every seven contributions, and Ten Bigu Pills for each contribution. After reading a few pages, they were all names of elixirs, some even for healing wounds. There are even body-strengthening pills used in martial arts, with a contribution of five pills.
Turning to the last page, Chu Cheng finally saw the name of Qi-Breaking Pill. One Qi-Breaking Pill, two hundred and ten contribution points.
Chu Cheng was speechless. He had two hundred and ten contribution points for Qi-Breaking Pill. If Changsun Hall had not given him one, he would have had to do another sect mission.
"Do you two need any pills?" the young man in black asked.
"I'll go take a look at the third floor." Chu Cheng shook his head. There is no need for these pills yet.
The two of them walked along the stairs to the third floor. There were a few monks on the third floor.
"This Cold Wind Six Styles is really too expensive! Thirty contribution points! Do you want to buy it?" A monk stood in front of a wooden cabinet and looked at a jade tube and said hesitantly.
"The Seven Styles of Cold Wind is a good technique. It's expensive, so buy it!" The monk gritted his teeth, took out a black sign, and swiped it at the jade tube.
Then the jade tube rang softly, shooting out a green light and seeping into the monk's mind.
Chu Cheng looked at the monk and muttered to himself. So 30 contribution points for a book of exercises is considered expensive? Then I can buy a lot.
"Huh? The Twelve Swords of Flowing Light?" Chu Cheng saw these words written on a jade tube and felt that this method was somewhat familiar.
He thought for a long time and then remembered that this was the move Moji used when he dueled with him.
"Twelve contribution points? What rubbish!" Chu Cheng put it back in the cabinet and shook his head.
I remember when Moji used the twelve swords of flowing light, he was so awesome and invincible.
"It's indeed rubbish." Old Meng also said from the side. Then he added: "Everything here is rubbish!"
Chu Cheng felt that Old Meng was not exaggerating. The magic of the Qi Gathering monks was indeed considered rubbish to the Foundation building monks.
Several monks on the side were stunned when they heard this, and then stared at Old Meng angrily.
"But this one is pretty good." Old Man Meng ignored those glances, picked up a jade tube, and said with his tongue: "It suits you very well."
Chu Cheng was curious. If Old Man Meng could tell him a good technique, it should be really good.
When he took the jade tube and took a look, Chu Cheng's face turned dark.
"You said this technique is good? Are you kidding me?"
Chu Cheng looked confused. There were a few small white characters written on the jade tube: "Gan Chai Li Huo Gong".
"This technique is indeed good. I have heard that it can increase the power of fire-based techniques several times." Old Man Meng said seriously.
Chu Cheng stared at Old Meng for a long time, feeling that he didn't look like he was talking nonsense seriously. Just decided to believe him once. Anyway, a single skill does not require many contribution points.
But when Chu Cheng took another look, he was suddenly shocked.
"One hundred and twenty contribution points?" Chu Cheng couldn't help but exclaimed. Most of the techniques here had between a dozen and forty contribution points.
"Forget it, let's buy it then!" Chu Cheng gritted his teeth, took out his token, and swiped it towards the jade tube. Suddenly bursts of information were printed in my mind.
After a cup of tea, Chu Cheng opened his eyes.
"Old Meng, don't you want to buy it?" Chu Cheng thought of this.
"Fifty years ago, I wanted to change the Qi-Breaking Pill, but now I don't need it anymore. Also, the techniques here are not suitable for me. I'll go to the second floor later to have a look."
Chu Cheng nodded, and happened to have the idea of going to the second floor to take a look. Thinking of Jin Yan's sword control skills, he couldn't help but get excited. It would be a good idea to get a flying spiritual weapon.
Just as Chu Cheng left the third floor, several outer sect disciples beside him looked horrified.
"Someone would be stupid enough to change that skill?"
"Yes, I heard that twenty years ago, an inner disciple changed his skill. As a result, the power of the fire system only increased by 10%. It is better to change his skill to a stronger one."
At this time, Chu Cheng was walking outside the door. Hearing these words, his head was full of black lines.
