A burst of deep green Qi suddenly exploded from the Qiankun Bag, like a thunderbolt on the ground. It was about to shatter the palm of Chen Heng's probing finger, but in the end it was powerless. With just a slight press, it was like clouds and fog collapsing.
It just dispersed and nothing could be done to stop it.
After Chen Heng unlocked the restrictions on the Qiankun Bag, he looked inside and saw that there were just some talisman coins and various talisman utensils, nothing unusual. Even a few bottles of elixirs were only of dim light, obviously of low quality.
high.
He shook his head, put them away, picked up another Qiankun bag, and continued to break the restrictions left in it.
This time in the Huaiwu Cave group, four of the foundation-building monks of Shanxuelian Sect died, and the number of Qi practitioners was even more numerous.
Especially Qin Xian, who is at the second level of foundation building, his net worth is extremely wealthy. A rough count of the money in a single talisman is six to seven thousand.
Although these were shared equally between him and Yuan Yangsheng, each of them got half.
However, this accumulated wealth allowed his Qiankun bag, which had almost bottomed out due to Qi Qi cultivation, to replenish rapidly, so much so that even one Qiankun bag could not hold it at all, and he had to take out a new one before he could manage it.
Handled properly.
This goes back and forth.
By the time Chen Heng finally finished counting, two hours had passed by in a hurry.
"If you think about it carefully, since the beginning of my practice, the few times I have become rich have been through fighting and killing..."
"It's inevitable. Now, we just have to wait until the day before yesterday when the Lord of Taifu Palace personally delivers the sermon to the next eight...
"What are those words!" Ancestor Chen Heng stared.
The wind blows, the river tides, the insects chirp, the fish leap, the mountains move, the mist blows...
A few months later, when I went up the mountain to escort the coffin of my clan brother Chen Ze, I was also in a state of poverty, much worse than Xu Zhi.
Bian Bei's eyes flashed with some thought, and she nodded.
That sword scripture is taken from the understanding concept of "Dou is the symbol of human kings and the lord of orders from the stars". It is very low-brow and is based on the vulgar attitude.
"Usually when my ancestor talks to you, he will always stop talking in the middle of the sentence and then continue, leaving you to guess on your own."
"Eldest son, although he must have had the fate to retreat to the four small sects to practice Taoism in this life, the ancestor still wants Xiao Fang to tell him the truth. You Huai Wudong is famous for causing trouble, and the disciples in the sect are also
Many, there are even disciples of that generation, so there is nothing to worry about, but for other sects, the fighting within the sect is very fierce...
It is said that since before the overthrow of the Hehuan Cult, there have been few people in the Shuangxiu Trail in Dongmizhou who can carry the flag. The Longluan Temple and the Queyin Sect are all top-notch goods, and they only have a little bit of skin and flesh.
Those who have understood the way of dual cultivation, the true and perfect principle of the balance of yin and yang, deserve to be chased and beaten like a bereaved dog.
There is always a fight among small sects. If disciples of that kind of small sect fight, it will be even more fierce than other big sects. Although they can go beyond the rules due to the rules of the sect, they can never be called inferior.
A piece of peace!”
It wasn't until I heard the sound of music that I suddenly remembered it and came up with a rough idea.
"By the way, what does he think about his evil senior sister? You told you to stay away from him, but that child never paid attention to my words!"
It's just that Feijian didn't pay attention to them at this time. He swept them away and kept them in his heart.
In the blink of an eye.
And time passes by in a hurry, like water leaving traces.
According to legend, there is no small magical power in the Qiguang Sect. It is called the "Beidou Xingbo Sword Sutra" and is a specialized sword method. Before it was completed, just one of its own swordsmanship could fill an entire world with radiance.
Kill any creature that goes against your own will.
Feijian didn't feel as dazed as in a dream for a moment.
Feijian let out a long breath and stood up from under the futon.
But the underlying meaning behind his words was clearly not that he wanted to borrow the appearance of Feijian, go out to have fun, and have a bad encounter with the Hehuan Cult currently in Xisuzhou!
Feijian rapped his knuckles on the carved window lattice, and the faint sound of the piano was heard in his mind. Suddenly, I thought that it was "Fengsi Festival" a few days ago.
Once it is destroyed, even if it is a low-level skill in the Zifu realm, it will end up like a corpse, and it will definitely be destroyed.
A few breaths ago.
Bian Bei smiled: "Ancestor, I can borrow your face."
Xu Zhi, Tushange, Yangshan Taoist, Rongshi... until the various things found in the floating jade pond.
"His eldest son is really like a jade mountain on the side. When you get close, it shines on people. The wind god is very low..."
"..."
Is it a talisman, a descendant, or is it a piece of moon-watching people who were watching the moon forever, and not many of them survived to this day? Was it once a piece of loess?
First, he received the Diyuan Talisman and obtained the Great White Yang Pill given by Ai Jian to extend his life. Then he activated the Golden Cicada and cultivated Fetal Breath. First, in order to avoid Yan Feichen and other Yan family members, he finally went up to Dagan Mountain.
"That's right, senior brother, this swordsmanship is almost magical in the ordinary world. You have never touched the limit of 'ten steps and one kill'... and you are a Qi practitioner after all, but you can't even take a high-grade sword."
Zhendu bought it and only held an iron sword to protect himself."
To this day.
But not before several battles.
I walked behind the window and looked at the waning moon in the sky, like a hook, with thousands of clear lights shining brightly.
Immortality.
Seeing that Feijian has no intention of cultivating to the next level.
Two days have passed, and it is time to go to the Master of Taifu Palace to listen to the lecture.
But if we say that the most valuable thing is.
Feijian was slightly unsurprised when he heard this: "Are they all as lowly and upright as our ancestors?"
Immortality!
Every time during the "Fengsi Festival", although Fu Shen would occasionally hand over flowers and branches as gifts, he would always get a warm face, or even get ridiculed by his descendants. In a few words,
He can make Bian Bei a little angry every time.
What I ask for! The only thing that no one can ask for in the hereafter is eternal life!
Feijian sighed inwardly.
The sound of the river shakes the pillow, the moon wanes over the river, the ground is filled with flower shades, and the green mountains are everywhere.
…
Above the head of the sky, the moon tonight is as bright as last night, and the bright light is also the same as it has been forever. However, people are as constant as mayflies. They live in the morning and die in the evening, and enjoy the long-lasting special scenery.
Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of accepting him as your leader? He looks almost male-volunteer now. The ancestor estimates that 40% of it is not your fault. He is taciturn due to his age. He is so funny!
Nothing dull!"
It is a festival shared by several places in the Rong Kingdom. It was originally used to pray for children to cleanse themselves of dirt. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has gradually become a day to pray for marriage.
The rest of my life will occasionally be spent in punishment.
My financial resources and wealth now can be considered as empty among the Ji-Building Taoists.
Let's think about the situation in later generations where they were always on the sickbed, barely seeing the light of day in the room, and could only wait for death day by day.
I rolled my eyes at Feijian, sighed helplessly, and turned over and fell into the wine vat in the corner. I lay down on the edge and continued to drink.
Ancestor Chen Heng stared:
"With my senior brother's temperament, he likes tranquility as well as movement. I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"This sword is of inferior quality and can be used for other purposes, but I cannot give it to Senior Brother Xu Zhi before returning to the mountain. I am short of Yan Zhen, so it is just a convenient favor."
Even Feijian has something to say for a while.
Bian Bei put Bian Bei in her hand and placed it behind her knees, saying something in her heart.
"Uh...Isn't this true..."
Think about this.
Opening the round window behind him, the soundproofing barrier was lifted, and the world that had been imprisoned for a long time was immediately put into the house.
At that time, the sound of laughter and music came again melodiously, matching the sound of the tide like a drum. Feijian listened quietly for a long time, then closed the round window and sat down under the futon again.
Among the miscellaneous wealth counted today, there were only a huge amount of talisman money, and there were even countless high-quality elixirs, talismans, Taoist techniques, array disks, etc., and there were also some miscellaneous items.
Although the value is small, it is also rich. A small amount can be viewed as a toy.
The apricot trees in that inn were so small that they reached the height of the eaves. Their branches curved and slanted behind the window, like pale purple dragon scales. They had no wild look, but a few tiny flowers underneath them were.
She was born to be tall, luxuriant, and scorchingly beautiful.
Feijian shook his head, and without giving it a second thought, he put away the Zhanzhu Sword lying behind his knees, and took out the Beidou Sword Urn given to me by Palace Master Taifu. It is said to be the Beidou Sword Urn produced by the Qiguang Sect.
It's a pity that the Hehuan Sect was destroyed by the Yuchen Sect thousands of years later. Younai walked far away to Xisuzhou, and now he has lost his vitality, and even his father Zhaozong suffered a small loss...
...With his appearance, temperament and Taoist heart, he must be one of the 'magic elixirs' in the Hehuan Cult. Even several palace masters have to compete for the role, so where is the turn of Talisman Ginseng?
The name of the sword is "Zhanzhu". It is about eight feet and seven inches long and two fingers narrow. The handle is decorated with colorful beads and four-color jade. The whole body is like a candlelight trailing on the full part. It is as clean as a wash, every detail is visible, and the material is exquisite.
Second only to the flying sword, this Qinglu sword is extremely sharp and can pierce the flesh and bones!
Wonderful sounds and myriad phenomena, like pearls pouring down from a jade plate.
As soon as he wiped his beard, he started talking to himself again.
"It is."
Bian Bei said lightly:
After resurrecting his life, he was lucky enough to come to the four states and seven seas where the immortal way manifested itself.
"Ancestor, let me guess."
"With my ancestor's abilities, why would I need to ask you about that kind of thing?"
He saw Feijian and replied.
…
But it is not some kind of robe or spiritual wealth medicinal plant, but the mouth of Yan Zhen lying across the back of the knee...
From the moment I relived my life, I came to the sky of Xudu.
Chen Heng held a long sword with a cold light in his hand, as bright as snow, and raised it to the level of his eyebrows, holding it between his eyes.
Although it sounds weak, it is still the master of Taifu Palace, but it can be used as a precaution——
By the time Patriarch Chen Heng reacted in shock, Feijian had already lowered his eyes again and fell into concentration.
In addition to the memories of later generations, every time that day comes, young men and women of the right age will hide a flower branch in their sleeves and come to the waterside with their elders to participate in the worship ceremony. On the day of "Fengsi Festival", there will be no firecrackers.
Fireworks and lanterns parade through the streets. If in the evening before the lantern festival ends, a man and a woman exchange flowers that have been hidden in their sleeves for a day, it means that they are in love with each other. The parents and patriarchs of both parties will choose a good and auspicious day to go on a pilgrimage.
Eight gifts for betrothal.
Feijian stood behind the window in a daze for a while, moving and moving, and there was a deep silence below him, and he could be either happy or angry.
All the things that happened in Fuyupo will finally come to an end."
"Who could have imagined? I'm afraid you dared to think like this when you were struggling to survive outside the water prison...that you, Bianbei, would not be alive today..."
The day after, he was beaten until blood flowed everywhere and his skin and flesh were torn.
I sighed again.
"This, I borrowed his face?"
To this day, even though I am only a humble Qi practitioner, I am still as humble as an insect, ant, mosquito, or fly in that small world of immortality.
It was obtained by Feijian from Qin Xian's Universe Bag. Judging from the various bead and jade carvings under the hilt, it was clearly the evil intention of the seventh-level Foundation Establishment monk.
With just a moment of fetal breath, the sword was about to emit a clear, low-pitched sound like the chirping of a crane, as if it was about to cut through the air at any time, and cut off a head, with a murderous intent!
Ancestor Chen Heng was not happy at all.
But there is no eternal life that shines with the sun and the moon, and is eternal with the heaven and the earth!
But with the collapse of the Hehuan Cult, the fun in Dongmi Province as a whole was half as bad for Patriarch Chen Heng.
"The prime years will come again, and the morning will never come again..."
"Huai Wudong is an upright sect! It's the Demon Sect! It's a famous upright sect that has existed since the ancient Taoist era! He also knows that you are a junior? Do upright juniors do such things!"
Before I left Bianbeipeng, the Puyu I saw along the road were either waterside pavilions or palaces and towers. They were all hung with red silk and colorful satin, creating a grand and joyous scene with lights and colorful decorations. I thought this was it.
Preparing for the "Fengsi Festival".
That mouthful of candlelight should be taken as a mere expression of one's inner feelings.
The next day, Bian Bei, who was holding her breath and weeping before her anger subsided, administered the medicine with her own hands. It is a common sight but also a rare thing...
Extremely domineering, fierce and sharp!
Later, I was patient enough to enjoy that kind of silence. When I was in the Chen clan, I had never participated in it.
In the distance, there were a few extremely distant sounds of music blowing in the wind, conveying a sense of lazy and festive joy, interspersed with firecrackers and bursts of laughter. The sound of the piano was as warm as water, as if it was stained with dust.
Seeing Feijian nodding, Patriarch Bian Bei could not help but rub his hands excitedly, his face full of hope.
"Four sects of Xuanmen..."
And then I was kidnapped by Fu Shen in front of the Xuanzhen Sect.
That time of "Feng Si Festival".
During the fight, Qin Xian was first immobilized by Yuan Yangsheng with the Ten Directions Liguo Pure Eyes, and before that, he was directly punched by Bian Bei into blood mist. He had no time to use all the methods, and naturally he used them.
fencing.
Two times of refining, eleven spiritual treasures and small restraints!
Patriarch Chen Heng quickly stood up from the tea table and asked curiously: "Your heart is obviously tied to his heart, what about him? Has he ever had feelings for you? Even for a moment?"
Feijian said calmly: "It's the ancestor's turn now, he might as well take a guess."
Only one pair of eyes flashed brightly, like ripples in a lake.
"He is a descendant of Huai Wudong, and he comes from four sects and eight sects. Even if he is asked, what can you do to him?"
He stared at it for a long time, his mind condensed for a moment, and he thought to himself:
Before coming to this life, it was just the fetal breath method of "fear of death and life, contentment of gods". Xu Zhishi helped me a lot, not just once or seven times.
I just climbed up under the tea table, smacked my lips, and took a sip from the tea cup that, given my current tall stature, could be used as a bathtub.
The inside of the Qiankun Bag became vast...
Then he laughed again, dispelling all the distracting thoughts in his chest, and calmed down.
The Beidou Sword Urn given to me by the Master of Taifu Palace was a sword spirit that was personally inserted into it by a swordsman who failed to practice the "Beidou Star Sword Sutra", using the talisman as a carrier.
Ancestor Chen Heng kept his eyes open.
"The human body is like morning dew, and the moon shines forever. The situation is like treating people, and their hair becomes silk in a moment..."
"..."
Even among middle-grade talismans, the Zhanzhu Sword is still commonplace.
It wasn't until I summoned a few targets from the True Dharma Realm and used the sword a few times, that the ground was covered in blood and I didn't notice anything strange, that I started to worry.
At that time, Patriarch Chen Heng suddenly stuck out his head and muttered:
…
"At first, you thought that his young brother was charming and charming, and that he was a real god among the gods. No one in the four states or Qihai could compare with him. But after seeing him in person in the past few days, you realized that you were still stable.
I am a real dragon and phoenix!
"If the matter of asking and taking was spread, how could he ask you to hang out in Naxudu? Does the ancestor want to be arrogant?"
But in the end, the pain caused by Han Dou Zhenqi was gone. Even when the mountain wind blew by, I felt cold to the bone, and my blood felt like it was going to freeze to death.
Ancestor Chen Heng looked beautiful, scratched his head, and spoke truthfully: