"The first four volumes of "Jiu Liu's Travels" and the second two volumes; "Numerology Atlas, "Dian Turtle Divination", "Secrets of Anshan Mountain" and other original 16 original miscellaneous books. Junior Brother Wang, you want it too urgently. Senior Brother, I searched all over the inventory, but I can only find it. I can get these for you."
The man's voice was a bit hollow. He was wearing a double-layered lining with a vermilion collar exposed on the inside, a light blue robe on the outside, a goatee, and dark eye sockets. His movements were steady and slow. From the look on his face, the man was only in his twenties. About ten years old, he is obviously a young man, but he looks mature.
Chen Qingyan took the thick stack of books and turned around to put them in the box that had been prepared.
Then he handed a bag of bone money to the other party's hand and said gratefully: "That's enough. Thank you so much, Senior Brother Chen."
Senior Brother Chen weighed the money bag, but did not count it. Instead, he looked at the young man in front of him and sighed: "The garrison in the ancient town, as usual, will be rotated every three years. Last year, the Yangshen Festival was changed not long ago, and the manpower was called in temporarily, just for fear of something happening outside. The disciples have all been taken away. This trip is sudden, junior brother, it is better to be careful and not leave the station as a last resort. There are spiritual weapons in the station, so even if you encounter a big demon, you can still resist it."
"Thank you for your advice, senior brother. I have to go to the weapon refining hall, so I'll take my leave first."
"Okay, junior brother, I'll see you later."
"See you later."
Chen Qingyan cupped his hands, put the suitcase on his back, and strode out.
Cool breeze.
With a hint of drizzle.
Chen Qingyan's waist was empty.
Earlier, he had gone to the Weapon Refining Hall and spent fifty small efforts to ask the people in the Weapon Refining Hall to rush to recast the Zhaoxie Sword.
I will leave the city this time and will not be able to come back anytime soon.
The desolation deep in the ancient town is no better than in the city. The weapons are damaged and it is difficult to replace them.
He didn't want his weapon to be scrapped after a fight with a monster like last time.
This time for recasting, he added several materials to the Zhaoxie Sword that could greatly enhance the quality of the sword based on his knowledge of weapon refining. He spent a lot of money and calculated the time. It should be almost finished by now.
Thinking of this, Chen Qingyan quickened his pace.
The only pity is that the books purchased from Brother Chen this time were much less than expected.
It seems that we can only go to the ancient town and then look for it from the town.
Logically speaking, there are bookstores in ancient towns.
I just don’t know whether the quality of those books is high or not.
He reads books not to pass the time, but to learn knowledge from the books so that he can master more skills such as 'alchemy' and 'formation'.
For several years, the books in the cage were not enough to read.
but,
Before that, Chen Qingyan planned to go to the Alchemy Hall first.
There is still some great merit left in him.
It was originally intended to be used to get out of the dangerous job of being a night watchman, but now it seems that it is no longer needed. Before leaving Jugucheng, he must spend all his great achievements to buy a few bottles of elixirs to repair by himself in the future. For improvement, there are also more reasonable explanations.
Walking along the way, Chen Qingyan found that there were many outer disciples wearing the same clothes as himself on the road, and they were all in a hurry.
When I arrived at the Alchemy Hall, I found that the place was busier than ever.
There were actually several long queues forming in the hall, stretching from the inside of the hall to the mountain road outside the hall.
Chen Qingyan gave a bitter smile and could only choose a team with a slightly smaller number of people and lined up honestly.
Time passes slowly.
It's less than two hours before noon.
Half an hour later, Chen Qingyan finally entered the hall.
"Junior brother, it's you again."
The boy in charge of selling elixirs is an acquaintance.
Chen Qingyan nodded, took out all the large and small power orders on his body, and said:
"Senior brother, please help me replace them all with elixirs."
"Junior brother, wait a moment."
After a while, Chen Qingyan left the alchemy hall with a bag of bottles and cans.
When he was going down the mountain, he saw a young man who was 67% similar to himself.
——Lin Qi.
Chen Qingyan was stunned for a moment when he saw that the other party was wearing a brand new patrol uniform, and then he realized that Lin Qi was going to go on duty in the patrol team.
If the patrol takes away fifty people, at least fifty more people need to be added.
It seems that the patrol team is Lin Qi's first job.
During this period, he met Lin Qi several times. This young man who replaced his original life had just joined Lingu and had not yet worked. Because of his qualifications as 'Ding Shang', he did not need the third level of Gu Yuan Gong to directly
He became an outer disciple.
Now that we are short of manpower, we finally started working.
After meeting many times, Chen Qingyan never intended to get acquainted with Lin Qi. He did not want to correct the past events, whether they were right or wrong.
He had almost no feelings for his original biological father and mother because they had not grown up together.
Last time I eavesdropped from outside the house and felt that Lin Qi's family was happy and warm, so I gave up telling the truth.
This is good for everyone.
Now he just wants to look forward and let the past go.
On the mountain road to the alchemy hall, 'Wang Teng' and 'Lin Qi' passed each other. The wind howled in the mountain stream, and the raindrops covered their hair with a layer of crystal white.
suddenly,
Lin Qidun stayed where he was.
Looking back, I saw the figure at the foot of the mountain stepping onto the Bone Bridge, gradually being submerged in the thick fog.
*
*
Chen Qingyan took the Zhaoxie Sword from the weapon refiner.
The hand is heavy, like holding a thickened and weighted steel plate.
He stroked the blade gently, and the new Zhaoxie Sword shone coldly in the dim light.
After crossing the vitality, light green smoke waves spread layer by layer, and an invisible edge cut into a rain curtain outside the blade.
"Thank you, master. I am very satisfied."
On the high platform, an old man with bronze complexion and muscular muscles grinned and turned around and entered the cave.
Inside the cave is a sunken place with a raging flame inside.
This is the back mountain of the Weapon Refining Hall, not the inner hall for purchasing magical weapons.
Sheath the Zhaoxie knife.
Chen Qingyan walked out of the mountain carrying the box and cage covered with a tarpaulin.
The Weapon Refining Hall is at the foot of the mountain, and there is no ‘earth flame’ on Bone Mountain.
Changming Hall is located on the mountainside of a bone mountain near the south city gate. Looking out, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery outside the city.
when--
when--
when--
The noon bell rang.
Chen Qingyan, who was covered in raindrops, finally arrived at Changming Hall.
The hall was crowded with people.
Everyone was wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats, with various luggage placed at their feet.
Some were carrying boxes and cages like Chen Qingyan, and there were also disciples who traveled lightly and only carried a baggage.
The ground was wet, with rainwater mixed with soil and grass clippings, making it look dirty and messy.
Chen Qingyan looked around the hall and saw no monks.
It was extremely noisy inside.
Everyone is looking forward to but also nervous about the upcoming trip to the ancient town.
After all, the vast majority of people here have lived in Jugu City from birth to now, and have never been outside the city, let alone experienced the mystery of Huangxie.
When Chen Qingyan saw that the palace was almost full of people, he took a few steps back and stood in an empty seat next to the palace door.
I didn't intend to put down the box I was carrying.
It's about tea time.
A group of thirty-six monks came together.
The invisible aura instantly filled the entire hall.
The originally noisy sound disappeared in an instant, and a pindrop could be heard in the hall.
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