The monk surnamed Cheng said politely: "Junior brother is really young and promising. He has already reached the foundation-building stage at such a young age, and his future will be limitless."
"Senior Brother Cheng is very complimentary." Liu Qinghuan said, "It's just a temporary fluke."
The two of them exchanged a few polite words and then got down to business. Liu Qinghuan took out the jade slip of identity and asked him to add a few words on it. Then he saw the monk surnamed Cheng took out a storage bag and said: "This is your monthly routine. From now on, every day
You can come here to get one on the tenth day of the lunar month."
Liu Qinghuan thanked him and scanned the bag. There were fifty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones and a Peiyuan Pill inside.
Although there are not many spiritual stones, considering that there are so many foundation-building disciples in the sect, the total cost is too much.
What's more, there is also a Peiyuan Pill, which is much more precious than a spiritual stone.
Pei Yuan Dan is difficult to refine, and its main elixir, Sanxia Lotus, is difficult to cultivate. Moreover, the Sanxia Lotus needed to refine Pei Yuan Dan must be at least fifty years old.
This is also a very headache for Liu Qinghuan.
In the past, if he wanted to refine the Spirit-Building Pill, he could just buy the materials directly. However, he couldn't buy the Spirit-Building Pill even if he wanted to. It was too scarce! And this situation would become worse as his cultivation level improved.
It's getting more serious.
If he is lucky enough to be able to form an elixir, it will be even harder to find the various spiritual herbs and elixirs after the elixir-forming period. Even if one appears, he will be scrambled for it. Therefore, in addition to some essential elixirs, most high-level monks must
His cultivation relies entirely on daily meditation, using spiritual stones at most.
Liu Qinghuan had countless thoughts running through his mind instantly, but his face remained calm as he listened to the monk surnamed Cheng continue to speak.
The monk surnamed Cheng also talked about other matters related to the foundation-building period disciples. For example, a sect task that must be completed every year during the Qi Refining period has become a non-compulsory task. However, if the sect has a designated task, it must be accepted unless there are special circumstances.
Regulations.
"But please rest assured, junior brother, the sect usually allows us disciples to concentrate on cultivation. Even if there is a task, it is time-limited." The monk surnamed Cheng smiled and said: "My task is once every two years. After that, I can do it for two years."
No more missions."
Liu Qinghuan said: "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice."
"In addition, the sect has another reward for newly promoted disciples. You need to go to Liangyi Hall above Taiyi Hall to receive it." The monk surnamed Cheng took out another piece of paper and handed it to him.
After Liu Qinghuan thanked him, he left the Internal Affairs Hall and flew to the Immortal Peak.
After passing the Taiyi Hall, we flew up for a while, and saw a magnificent hall standing among the tall Qingqiu Wutong trees amid the clouds.
Liu Qinghuan landed on the square outside the palace. It was quiet and leisurely, sparsely populated, unlike the people coming and going down the mountain.
The main hall of Liangyi Hall was closed, and only the side hall next to it had its door open. Liu Qinghuan walked over and knocked lightly on the door.
There was only an old man in the hall who was lying on the table sleeping completely disfigured. His cultivation level could not be seen at all, so he must be a real person with a golden elixir or above.
But the old man didn't react when he heard his voice.
Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to walk in and softly called "Senior" twice, but the other party still didn't respond.
He had no choice but to stand aside and wait. After waiting for half an hour, he saw the old man move, then straightened up and stretched. When he looked up, he suddenly saw him standing in the room, as if he was startled.
His beard stood up: "Are you trying to scare me to death by keeping silent, little kid?"
Liu Qinghuan was speechless and stepped forward to salute: "Senior, forgive me! I am Liu Qinghuan, a disciple of Zhulin Mountain, and I am here to receive the reward of a newly promoted foundation-building disciple." After saying this, he handed over the note given by the monk surnamed Cheng.
The old man yawned and took it, mumbling: "How come there are so many kids building foundations recently, which makes me unable to sleep well? I will tell Lao Li about this later..."
He glanced at the note, then casually threw it behind him, took out a small jade sign from his arms and threw it to him: "Go! Don't disturb my sleep." After saying that, he lay down again.
Liu Qinghuan caught the jade sign and was stunned. Where was he told to go? He looked around in the house, but there was nothing except the table in front of the old man.
Is it going somewhere outside?
At this time, a doorway suddenly appeared silently behind the old man.
Liu Qinghuan looked at the old man and saw that he had begun to snore, so he walked towards the door.
"You can only take two." A voice like talking in sleep came from behind. Liu Qinghuan quickly turned around, bowed, and replied, "Yes."
The back of the door is somewhat similar to the one in the Chuan Gong Building. There are many doors, but most of them are closed. Only the two doors marked "Jing" and "Qi" are open, and the layer above the door is like a protective shield rippling with microwaves.
Liu Qinghuan waved the jade sign against the door and entered the "vessel" room first.
Inside is a huge space, with large and small wooden platforms arranged at random, hundreds of them in number.
There was something on each wooden platform. There were some that looked like ordinary swords and some that were bizarre. They were all shining with auras of various colors inside the light shield, which made Liu Qinghuan's eyes go straight.
"Wow!" Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but let out a cheer. Can he choose two of the hundreds of spiritual weapons?
I couldn't wait to walk to the wooden platform closest to the door. I saw a dagger with brilliant colors flying around on its own in the protective cover on the platform. There were auras like flame wings extending on both sides of the blade. It looked very strange.
Outstanding!
And on the corner of the table, there are a few lines of words written: Suzaku Blade, a low-grade magic weapon...
Magic weapon! No need to read the words behind it. Liu Qinghuan felt dizzy. Could he still choose the magic weapon?!
He pressed his face against the cover and stared at the extremely beautiful Suzaku Blade inside the cover. Unfortunately, the magic weapon could not be used until the elixir formation stage, so he could only put it in a storage bag.
But... Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up: Or sell it? The spiritual stones sold for one magic weapon can almost buy a basket of spiritual weapons!
But is it that simple? Would the sect leave such a big loophole for these monks?
Liu Qinghuan looked at the jade tablet in his hand, input his spiritual power into it, and shook it against the protective shield, but there was no response. He pressed the jade tablet on it again, but there was still no response.
Well, he reluctantly glanced at Suzaku Blade again and walked to the next wooden platform.
On this wooden platform stood a set of full-body armor. The armor was made up of black armor plates stacked one on top of another, making it look unusually heavy.
Liu Qinghuan looked at the introduction on the side of the wooden platform: Tungsten Armor, a top-grade spiritual weapon, made of tungsten essence extracted from tungsten iron by monks above the elixir formation stage using real fire. It weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms and can withstand most buildings.
Basic spell attack...
Liu Qinghuan touched his chin. I'm afraid only those with good physical fitness could bear this weight. If he wanted to put it on, he didn't need anyone else to hit him. He himself would be exhausted first.
However, when he saw this set of tungsten armor, he also had an idea of what spiritual weapons he needed. He had a golden gourd and a sword of life and death, so he had no shortage of attack methods for the time being, but he was in great need of such defensive spiritual weapons.
Liu Qinghuan looked at them one by one, and noted down the location of those he found satisfactory. There were so many things in it, so he was not in a hurry, so naturally he had to read them all before making a decision.
However, the quality of the things that could be collected here was not bad, which made Liu Qinghuan very excited. He wanted everything and couldn't decide for the moment.
After looking around, he walked to the "Sutra" room, where the furnishings were almost the same as those in the "Qiu" room. There was a classic book or jade slip placed on each wooden platform with annotations next to it.
Liu Qinghuan looked at them one by one, almost dazzled and extremely confused. There were so many choices that he didn't know how to choose.
Until he came to a table with only a jade slip on it. The corner of the table read: Jiutian Divination Technique, a self-made technique created by the Yuanying monk Yi Nian Zhenjun of the Wenshi Sect eight thousand years ago. It is divided into nine layers.
Cultivation of spirit and consciousness, distraction of mind and consciousness.
Yi Nian Zhenjun? Liu Qinghuan searched in his memory. In the tens of thousands of years of Wenshi Sect's history, there were not even a thousand but also eight hundred Yuanying monks. He really couldn't recall this person's deeds.
There is also a line of small words below those lines: This technique is extremely dangerous, and those with weak spiritual consciousness must not practice it.
But Liu Qinghuan had already decided on this technique almost as soon as he saw it!