"It doesn't matter, you won't find out for a while, just hold on tight. The Gong family is declining. The ancestor has been dead for decades and has been hiding it. The remaining few incompetent descendants really dare to dig deeper, so they will take it down together."
Chen Qingyan paused after saying this, "I received news from Fei Yilong that in two months Lingu will hold a Gu Summit Wushu. I am ready to participate."
Rui Xi asked back: "Didn't it just happen last year? It's still more than a year until the next Yangshen Festival...why is it suddenly brought forward?"
Chen Qingyan chuckled and said:
"The Alliance to Destroy the Buddha cannot hold out for a long time. The Buddhist Sect has begun to exert its strength. This counterattack will change the pattern of the Northern Wilderness. The Black Evil Forest will become unstable again."
Rui Xi suddenly thought of something, "Then the Gong family is similar to the families in several other ancient towns..."
Chen Qingyan nodded, "Wait until I refine the evil spirit."
"Evil Evil", he has one.
What is missing is the "fierce god".
And this fierce god will be obtained by Wu at the Valley Summit in two months.
This time, since the Valley Summit has been brought forward, it will not be the usual scale, but will be unprecedentedly grand.
According to Fei Yilong, this Gu Summit Wu is not just for the outer sect, inner sect disciples can also participate, and it is not just Lingu, but all ancient towns within Lingu's sphere of influence can participate.
Of course, the ferocious god being fought over cannot be the same one.
Rather,
One hundred statues.
The journey to the north is unstoppable.
The disaster is coming. Lingu is located on the border of the Northern Wilderness. The border with the Western Wilderness is only separated by a black evil forest. Lingu will be the first to bear the brunt of the approaching disaster.
In order to cope with this disaster, Lin Gu came up with some of his secrets.
What is the concept of one hundred statues?
That is Gu Feng Wu's wealth. It would take three hundred years to "spent" a hundred consecutive games.
After Chen Qingyan got the news, he went through many fortune-telling deductions, but all failed. He realized that the secret of heaven had been messed up, and it was the best time.
Just as it happened, after seven years of arduous practice, he finally completed the foundation chapter of his mortal body and consolidated and perfected the Xiayin Yuanwan.
It's time to leave the mountain and become a monk.
This magnificent and desolate world...
"winter!"
The Xuantian Cauldron vibrated, and the aroma of medicine that filled the alchemy room disappeared completely in an instant. Along with the clanging sound of the cauldron, Chen Qingyan and Rui Xi both had surprised expressions on their faces.
"The elixir is spiritual, at least five elixir patterns, and you actually made such a precious elixir!?"
Rui Xi exclaimed.
Chen Qingyan was also extremely surprised.
His elixir refining this time was no different from the past. It was formulaic and assembly line refining. Why did he suddenly refine the elixir?
There is no need to open the furnace, he has already used the cauldron spirit to know that the magic pill inside is a top-quality Haoyuan pill with seven silver rings and full of aura.
The nine rings contain the gods, and they turn into immortals in one turn.
Above the nine rings is the first turn, the rumored elixir.
The eight divine pills obtained from Xuantian Palace are from the Nine Rings, but the medicinal materials used in these divine pills are all treasures and are extinct things in the Northern Wilderness.
But the materials of Haoyuan Dan are just ordinary, and his alchemy skills are also ordinary. He can actually refine the elixir with seven elixir patterns.
Chen Qingyan opened the alchemy furnace, and sure enough there was only one hanging elixir left in it. It was obviously ten parts of the medicinal material, but it turned out to be a magical elixir.
But this is a seventh-ring magic pill, and its value is far higher than ten magic pills.
To be precise, for the same magic elixir, as long as the magic elixir pattern reaches the third level, few people are willing to exchange it for ten first-level magic elixirs.
When testing the value of items of the same type, quantity is not the criterion for measuring value; rarity and quality are the key.
"Seven Marks Haoyuan Pill, ha"
Rui Xi burst into laughter, "If you take this precious medicine to Wanbaozhai, you can fetch more than 200,000 yuan of spiritual jade."
Chen Qingyan nodded, "What an unexpected surprise, for the first time in these years, I have refined a spiritual magic elixir."
Rui Xi's eyes were still locked on the Seven Marks Haoyuan Pill. As long as she took this magic pill, her cultivation would definitely improve.
But Chen Qingyan put away the pill furnace very calmly.
"Go do it!"
Rui Xi nodded reluctantly, turned and left.
How could Chen Qingyan not know what she was thinking.
But this top-grade Haoyuan Pill was destined not to be given to her.
Over the years, Rui Xi, as the first monk under him, has never been short of magic pills for practice, which is many times better than when she was a casual cultivator.
But the way to control your subordinates is never how good you give them, but how to control them.
It is recorded in the book of war: "You treat soldiers like babies, so you can go to deep streams with them... Love but cannot command, chaos but cannot be controlled, like a arrogant man, cannot be used."
The first half of the sentence may not apply to monks, but the second half certainly does.
Rui Xi has already received enough benefits from his hands. It can be seen that the more she sees, the greater the greed in her heart becomes, making it increasingly difficult to satisfy.
At this time, some warning and deterrence are needed.
Therefore, Chen Qingyan chose this time to participate in Gufeng Wu.
Not only Rui Xi, but also Lin Dong, and several other monks who had been accepted one after another in the past seven years.
These subordinates were once grateful because when they were depressed, Chen Qingyan gave them the opportunity to help them complete their tasks in the sect and finally became monks.
But life is always controlled by others. Once you master extraordinary power, you will inevitably have the idea of breaking free. Gratitude, in many cases, is unreliable.
Chen Qingyan is not afraid of betrayal by his subordinates, but he just doesn't want to cause trouble.
Giving both kindness and power, making people both respected and feared, is Chen Qingyan's general way of governing.
As for doing this will result in no friends... But in fact, as long as you keep moving forward, even the best friends you once had will gradually drift away from you.
Chen Qingyan did not approach these tribesmen with the intention of making friends, and the only one who barely got his approval was Fei Yihe.
Friends or whatever, let's first establish ourselves in this chaotic and evil world.
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It is raining continuously in Jugucheng.
The area exposed to sunlight is very limited, and most of it is occupied by Lin Valley. The rest of the area is covered with clouds and thunder.
Bone peaks tower into the clouds.
In various urban areas, the ground masonry is laid between bone spurs. The thick and thick remains of the giant spirit that isolates the outside world will remain immortal for thousands of years.
"There's still no change here!"
Chen Qingyan said with emotion.
Unexpectedly, I was transferred to the ancient town to garrison, and it was eight or nine years since I left.
Fei Yihe was beside him, shrugging and saying, "I'm a little tired of being idle. I feel like it's better to be respectful."
"Your cousin hasn't found any evil spirits for you yet?"
"No, he was sent to guard a spiritual jade mine. It will take two years before he can come back."
In the past seven years, Fei Yihe, under the cultivation of his cousin, secretly practiced Gu Yuan Gong to the advanced level of the third level of Yuan Refining, just waiting for a fierce god to become a monk.
