Chu Cheng left Changsun Hall's residence and came to the wooden house where he had lived for the past three years. He saw the three old men, Meng, 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 Luoyun Sect, how many of them could be chosen by Elder Ningye to become his disciples? 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, it will 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! They have been brothers in distress for the past three years.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Chu!" Yan Hong also smiled and congratulated.
Among the three of them, Old Meng also stopped talking. 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 live." Zhang Feidao and Yan Hong have now become Taoist lovers and are going 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! Let's say goodbye! We will visit you another day and get drunk with Junior Brother Chu." Zhang Fei cupped his fists and bowed. This bow was 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 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, he had no feelings for the Luoyun Sect. The honor of the sect was 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 magical skills yet. Let's see if anyone can catch my eye." Old Meng thought for a while and said.
Old Man Meng is now at the foundation 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.
In a flash, 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 man looks so strange, but I think I've 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. It is because the core disciple Zhu Ziche has been looking for him in the past three years! And threatened to destroy him.
"Shouldn't Chu Cheng be hiding? I have never seen him come to collect the sect's welfare in the past three years."
"It seems that I must have found a helper. Look at that old man, he is probably an inner disciple."
Old Man Meng built up his cultivation, 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! In the worst case, we'll have a fight!" Chu Cheng didn't care at all.
In Luoyun Sect, no matter how bold 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 Changsun Tang behind him. Tangtang was a condensed liquid. The elder is still the powerful elder in the alchemy hall. He won't let the new disciple be bullied, right?
What's more, there is a foundation-building monk beside him! Although I don't know how strong Old Man Meng is, there shouldn't be much difference between them if they are both in the early stage 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 spiritual stones for one person is nothing to Chu Cheng. He delivered them to Old Man Meng and then got him into a fight. It's definitely not easy to refuse.
Thinking of this, Chu Cheng burst into laughter.
Old Meng followed behind and saw Chu Cheng paying the spiritual stones for him, but said nothing.
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, holding his fists and saying: "The first floor is the alchemy room, the second floor is the magic weapon room, the third floor is the exercises, and this is the elixir list, you can take a look." Then he handed Chu and Cheng a list.
Old Meng flipped through it casually and put it down. The pills here were all taken by Qi Gathering monks, so they were naturally useless to him.
Chu Cheng took a look, Qi Gathering Pill, one for every contribution, Qi Recovery Pill, one for every seven contributions, Bigu Pill, ten for each contribution. After a few pages, they all have the names of elixirs, and even some for healing. . There are even health-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 to the third floor to take a look." 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 Six Styles of Cold Wind is really too expensive! Thirty contribution points! Do you want to buy it?" A monk stood in front of a wooden cabinet, looking at a jade tube and said hesitantly.
"The Seven Cold Wind Styles are 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 murmured to himself. So thirty contribution points for a book of exercises are considered expensive? Then wouldn't he be able to buy a lot?
"Huh? Twelve Swords of Flowing Light?" Chu Cheng saw these words written on a jade tube and felt that this magic 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 Mo Ji used the Twelve Swords of Flowing Light, he was so awesome and invincible.
"It is indeed rubbish." Old Man Meng also said at 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 glared at Old Man Meng.
"But this one is pretty good." Old 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 you a good technique, it should be really good.
When he took the jade tube and took a look, Chu Cheng's face suddenly darkened.
"You said this technique is good? Are you kidding me?"
Chu Cheng looked confused, and 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 Meng said seriously.
Chu Cheng stared at Old Meng for a while, feeling that he didn't look serious and talking nonsense, so he decided to believe him for once. Anyway, a single skill doesn't cost 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, waves of information were printed in his mind.
After a cup of tea, Chu Cheng opened his eyes.
"Old Meng, don't you 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 exercises here are not suitable for me. I'll go to the second floor to have a look later."
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 feel hot. It would be good to get a flying spiritual weapon.
Just as Chu Cheng left the third floor, several outer disciples beside him looked shocked.
"Someone would be stupid enough to change that skill?"
"Yes, I heard that 20 years ago, an inner disciple changed a new one, but the power of the fire system only increased by 10%. It is better to change to a stronger one."
At this time, Chu Cheng was walking outside the door. Hearing these words, his head was full of black lines.