Cave No. 1024.
The door is closed.
The scalper lay leisurely in the corner, snoring from time to time.
More than ten feet away.
The young man Chen Yang and his sister Chen Ying were planting spiritual fields. The mood that had been depressed a few days ago became cheerful and cheerful with the arrival of the cave master.
"Yingzi, I will definitely break through my innate talent and become the disciple of Senior Sun!"
A month ago, casual cultivators came from outside and wanted to plant this spiritual field.
He has truly become a homeless man without a source of spiritual stones. It will be extremely difficult for him to become a monk again. Chen Yang tried every means to delay, but still couldn't stop the sect's rules, and was about to lose the land he relied on for survival.
A few days ago, Senior Sun checked into the cave and told Fang Shi that he did not want anyone to disturb him.
The casual cultivator was very wise and went to rent and cultivate spiritual fields elsewhere, and Chen Yang's problem was solved.
Chen Ying frowned slightly when he heard this: "Our family members have died of illness one after another, and it is certain that someone has assassinated us. Now you and I are the only ones left. How about we leave Fangshi?"
Chen Yang slowly shook his head and said firmly.
"I will not leave, I must restore the glory of my ancestors!"
The time of a striver is always fleeting, and it passes in a blink of an eye.
this day.
The old Chen Yang is taking care of the spiritual field with his children and grandchildren, and he laughs heartily every time he looks at his grandchildren.
After thirty years of hard training in martial arts, he finally failed to break through his innate talent. Fortunately, Chen Yang had a spiritual field to rent under his name, so he easily married a mortal wife.
Four sons and three daughters were born in succession, all of whom had no spiritual roots.
Chen Yang's enthusiasm in the early years has been exhausted, and he only prays that "Senior Sun" will live a long life, so that these two acres of spiritual land can be passed down to several more generations.
Who would have thought that a surprise would come from heaven, and the eldest grandson would actually have spiritual roots. Even if he had four spiritual roots, he could make the Chen family prosperous for a hundred years.
"You have to thank Senior Sun, he is our family's great benefactor."
"What does Senior Sun look like?"
When his son spoke, he looked at the cave not far away. The door had been closed for as long as he could remember. Including the scalpers at the door, nothing had changed in the past thirty years.
"This...I can't remember clearly."
Chen Yang was sure that he had met Senior Sun, but too much time had passed and he vaguely remembered that he looked quite young.
Rumor has it.
Sun Daochang is in his forties or fifties, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training. He must be highly talented and has great potential for foundation building in the future.
The family is talking.
Suddenly I heard a creaking sound and turned around to see the cave door opening and an old man in blue robe walking out.
Zhou Yi also noticed the dozen or so members of the Chen family, nodded with a smile, and jumped on the back of the ox.
"Niu'er, let's go."
Clouds and smoke grew under the Yellow Ox's feet, rising into the sky and flying towards Tianyang City.
Seeing that his benefactor finally went out, Chen Yang took his grandson and was about to step forward to thank him, but he only saw the back of a bull rider.
After being stunned for a long time, he lowered his head and spoke to his grandson.
"Do you remember what he looks like? When I see Senior Sun in the future, I will definitely repay my kindness!"
…
Zhou Yi rode on the back of the ox and began to think about how to practice in the future.
Thirty years ago, relying on the century-old elixir for food, I pushed the Guiyuan Jue to the thirteenth level.
The Great Perfection of Qi Refining has no further progress.
No matter how the technique works, it is difficult to increase the mana even if it takes two bites of the thousand-year-old ginseng.
Zhou Yi did not end the retreat, but switched to the Divine Ox Transformation.
Perhaps it was because of Huang Niu's extraordinary bloodline, or perhaps because Zhou Yi had accumulated too many elixirs in his body, and the efficiency of body refining was far greater than that of qi refining. It only took him seventy years to complete his cultivation, and he was satisfied with it only after testing his power.
"With my qualifications, even if I achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, three or five Foundation Establishment Pills may not be enough."
"Besides, every Foundation Establishment Pill appears, not to mention selling for a sky-high price, will trigger a bloody battle. Those who are nearing the end of their lifespan may be able to break through the sacred cow and become a defense if they try their best to refine their Qi."
"After all, you have to practice on your own!"
Zhou Yi has changed in various ways over the years. He asked around about the origin of the Foundation Establishment Pill, and all the results pointed to the Danding Sect.
Occasionally, foundation-building pills are circulated in the market, but they are not from regular sources. Some people say they are shady people who kill people and seize treasures, while others say they are the carrots of the sect who are trying to trick loose cultivators.
The meaning is self-evident. The Danding Sect monopolizes the Foundation Building Pills, and the Yunzhou monks have to rely on others.
"First try to find the foundation-building elixir recipe. If you can't find it, then you can redeem your merits and become a registered disciple. As for the time, let's set a time limit of fifty years. This identity will almost expire!"
While Zhou Yi was thinking about it, the scalper had already flown over Tianyang City.
…
half year later.
In the southeast corner of Tianyang City, a new sign was hung on the street front shop.
There is a tavern.
Behind the solid wood counter, Zhou Yi read the storybook with gusto, without even looking up when the guests came.
"Shopkeeper, what kind of wine are you selling?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man, with strong muscles and bones, and a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan. He was actually a rare master of external martial arts.
Mortals in Tianyang City are pursuing martial arts innateness, so those who practice internal strength account for 99%. After all, there are rules of the Danding Sect, and there is no danger to their lives.
"Red Flame Wine is available for dine-in only."
Zhou Yi pointed to the sign at the back with the year and price written on it.
Chiyan Liquor originates from Chihong. After decades of research on the proportions, it successfully incorporates Centennial Ginseng.
The wine became stronger and turned into blood-colored flames when poured into the bowl, hence the name Red Flame Wine.
The man was shocked by the high price: "One ten-year-old spirit stone costs one pound, which is too expensive!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "You can exchange it with something."
As he spoke, Zhou Yi put a pen under the price and added: Take everything!
"I didn't!"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, he shook his head repeatedly, and left the tavern as if he was running away.
The residents of Tianyang City have been rich for several generations. As long as they are still struggling in the city, it means that there is still a legacy in the family.
Many shops in the city, like Zhou Yi, accept barter for goods. Every year, there are rumors that someone's descendants have sold their ancestors' relics, or they have gambled on their innate breakthroughs, or they have gone to the world to enjoy themselves.
The former will be respected even if he fails, while the latter is a despised prodigal.
Zhou Yi does not think so. Innateness is only the first step in the path to immortality. There will be thousands of calamities and difficulties after that, and the family may not inherit it longer than the ordinary people.
"The next thing is, wait!"
There was no celebration for the opening of the tavern, but there was nothing new in Tianyang City, and the news spread quickly.
Half a month later.
Someone came to sell ancestral spiritual items, a rather exquisite jade bottle with mysterious textures engraved on the surface. When mana is input, it will bloom with dazzling spiritual light.
"My family's ancestors were rich and produced two foundation-building masters. This is a treasure left by one of them. Before his death, my ancestor's last words were to hide what he had learned throughout his life in a bottle. If future generations have the talent, they can pass it on!"
This man spoke sincerely and sighed: "It's a pity that future generations can't live up to expectations and can't understand the mystery in the bottle. How many spiritual stones can we collect, fellow Taoist?"
Zhou Yi took the jade bottle with a smile, observed it carefully, shook his head and said.
"I'm sorry for my blindness, but you can go to another house and have a look."
The man argued for a few more words, then saw Zhou Yi smiling and shaking his head, saying some strange words and leaving with the bottle in his arms.
Not a few days passed.
This man was robbed inexplicably, all his limbs were broken, and the family heirloom vase was broken into pieces. After that, several swindlers in succession suffered inexplicable disasters as long as they went to the tavern.
The law enforcement team made a casual investigation and couldn't find the murderer, so they dropped the case.
Zhou Yi's tavern suddenly became quiet.
"Tianyangfang City's counterfeiting methods are far less sophisticated than Xiaodanshan's, they are too crude!"
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