"Well, I'll leave these food for you. If you follow Third Senior Brother, we'll have many opportunities to see you again in the future." Gu Qingxi said, taking out a storage bag filled with snacks and giving it to her.
"Thank you sister Qingxi, this is for you." The little girl was so moved that her eyes turned red.
She stretched out her little hand, and in her palm a ball of mist danced gently with the wind, but it was like white cotton wool that condensed and refused to disperse.
"What is this?" Gu Qingxi asked.
"This is the mirage Yuanling." Xiaochen said.
"What is the mirage Yuanling used for?" Murong Yi looked curious.
She really didn't know much about mirages, the legendary prehistoric demon spirits. In fact, she wasn't the only one. In the world of cultivation, few people knew about such demon spirits since ancient times.
"You will know later." Xiaochen said with a wink.
Seeing that she refused to say more, Gu Qingxi didn't ask any more questions and generously took the white mist from her hand.
As soon as her fingers touched it, the mist suddenly dissipated, like a clear spring, seeping into her eight meridians, limbs and bones.
"Little junior sister, I won't accompany you this time. You need to take care of yourself." Long Qianli warned.
Although every time Gu Qingxi goes out for training, they, the seniors, are worried, but they also know that over-protection will not do any good to the little junior sister, and will only destroy her way of cultivation.
So no matter how reluctant they are to let go, they must let go.
"Well, Third Senior Brother, I will take good care of myself." Gu Qingxi nodded vigorously and took Long Zaiye on the flying boat again.
"Wait Qing Xi, I'll go with you too." Murong Yi also followed.
Now that Long Qianli is in charge of the Long family, and the Tang family, their biggest enemy, is severely weakened, they can't escape the fate of destruction without the Long family taking action, and of course they don't need her to protect them.
Besides, she had almost tasted the cooking skills of the immortal chef of the Long family, and it was time for a change of taste.
Well, the former one is secondary, the latter one is the important point.
So Murong Yi also boarded the flying boat, and soon the flying boat took off and flew towards Moyun Ridge.
Behind them, the Long family members guarded by Long Yuting were full of gratitude and bowed deeply in the direction they left.
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Below, the sea of clouds undulates, and the strange peaks and mountains rise and fall like waves.
Gradually entering the territory of the demon cultivator, even the mountains became more majestic, but the number of people was much sparser.
Several people took a flying boat and saw a city after a few days.
The city is not big, but when viewed from below, the city is full of people like weaving carts, and it looks extremely prosperous.
"When did Xiling City become so lively?" Long Zaiye said to himself, strangely.
Then something suddenly occurred to him: "By the way, it seems that these few days happen to be the days of the artifact appraisal conference."
"What kind of weapon appraisal conference?" Murong Yi asked.
"As you all know, Tiancang Continent once had many powerful people. Although most of those powerful people have fallen now, there are still many magic weapons left in the world.
However, many years have passed, and most of these magical artifacts have been seriously damaged, so few people know their origins, their uses, let alone whether they can be repaired.
As the name suggests, the Artifact Appraisal Conference is a grand event that specializes in appraising these magical artifacts and conducting auctions at the same time.
The Weapon Appraisal Conference in Xiling City was initially just a test of strength between two magic cultivating families in the city. Later, because they often asked other families for help, more and more people participated, and gradually it became a competition between the two magic cultivating families.
A small event.
After each magical weapon appraisal is completed, someone will take out the spiritual crystal for auction, and if you are lucky, you will meet a weapon refiner to help refine the magical weapon on the spot." Long Zaiye said excitedly.
In order to understand the formation and live in seclusion, he has not participated in such a grand gathering for decades.
In the past, because the Long family was short of money, even if they participated, they could only watch the fun and couldn't afford anything.
It's different now. While Gu Qingxi and Long Qianli were heading to Zhenyuan to seal the seal, the Long family was not idle either. They had already sent people to take over the Tang family medicine garden and the spiritual mine. In just a few days, the little old man's
The pocket became bulging.
Recalling the glare he received when he participated in the weapon appraisal competition, he couldn't wait to run and feel proud, and have a good time.
"Qing Xi, why don't we go and have a look too?" Murong Yi was also a little curious after hearing that it was to identify the magical artifacts left by ancient powerful men.
"Okay." Gu Qingxi nodded.
If it was just to identify the magical weapons, of course she wouldn't be interested at all. Let's not talk about whether those magical weapons can still be used. Even if they can, they will probably only exert 10% or 20% of their power at most, which is not as good as refining them by herself.
What she is really interested in is the spiritual crystal auction after the appraisal of the magic weapon.
Anyway, it's just a day or two delay, so I don't have to worry about missing the main thing.
"Okay, I have an old acquaintance who is a direct descendant of the Feng family in Xiling City. I just happen to go and meet him." Seeing Gu Qingxi agree, Long Zaiye was overjoyed.
The flying boat landed outside Xiling City and several people entered the city on foot. Long Zaiye found out that the artifact appraisal conference would only start at night, and it was not yet noon, so he led the two of them towards Feng's house.
"The Feng family and the Tian family are one of the two major magic cultivating families in Xiling City. Although their strength is not as strong as that of the Tang family, they both have thousands of years of history, and their foundation is much stronger than that of the Tang family.
My little friend's name is Feng Qingfan, and he is the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Feng family. A few years ago, he went out for training and was in danger, and I saved his life. I went to the artifact appraisal conference in the evening.
Jing, just tell him.
As long as the Tian family doesn't take action, no one dares to compete with him. And even if the Tian family takes action, they may not be able to compete with him." As they walked, Long Zaiye proudly introduced the identity of the old acquaintance to the two of them.
Can you save people with your strength?
If he is so weak that he needs your help, then how weak must he be? How could he be the most outstanding descendant of the younger generation of the Feng family?
If this is really the case, how weak should the Feng family be?
Although the little old man spoke with great joy, Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi were deeply skeptical and could not believe a single word.
Xiling City is not big, so they walked along the street. Not long after, Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi followed Long Zaiye to Feng's house.
The building has red walls and green tiles, and the door is surrounded by green trees. The two characters "Feng Mansion" on the door plaque are vigorous and powerful. The ancient house is solemn and grand.
Although they were both deeply suspicious of Long Zaiye's words, Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi still couldn't admit that this Feng family really had the splendor of a thousand-year-old family.
Even the two guards guarding the door were tall and arrogant, like two door gods.
"What are you doing? This is the important place of the Feng family. No one can get close to it." Seeing Gu Qingxi and others approaching, one of the guards with a fierce face and triangular eyes shouted loudly, but he didn't even look straight.