This tripod was the treasure that helped Chen Qingyuan move his clan to his old land.
The Black Cauldron was already seriously damaged. Because of that incident, it was consumed too much and fell into a deep sleep.
"I said I would make it up to you if I had the chance."
Chen Qingyuan attaches great importance to commitment.
Chen Qingyuan will definitely not treat Heiding badly for what he suffered.
After saying that, Chen Qingyuan took out several Qiankun bags and poured all the spiritual stones inside into the black cauldron.
The ancient black cauldron was like a bottomless pit. Chen Qingyuan threw 100,000 pieces of top-quality spiritual stones into it and couldn't make a splash.
"Come again."
Gritting his teeth, Chen Qingyuan took out another hundred thousand top-quality spiritual stones and threw them into the cauldron.
Half an hour passed, and all the spirit stones were independently refined by Hei Ding.
However, there was still no response.
"That's a little too much!"
Chen Qingyuan showed a hint of pain.
Things have already started, how can they stop halfway.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan threw away more than 700,000 top-grade spiritual stones, tens of millions of high-grade spiritual stones, and hundreds of millions of medium-grade spiritual stones.
Finally, the black cauldron trembled slightly.
Seeing this situation, Chen Qingyuan's face showed no trace of joy. It was as dark as an abyss, like a volcano about to erupt, and his face was extremely ugly.
If I had known that so many resources would be spent, it would be better to let Heiding sleep for tens of thousands more years.
This time when I returned to the sect, I gave the precious medicine to the ghost doctor sister, and gave some spiritual stone skills to the younger generation.
Most of the resources were lost in the Black Cauldron.
After a rough calculation, I found that the remaining spiritual stones on my body were less than 200,000 top-grade spiritual stones.
How abominable!
These spiritual stones are simply not enough for Chen Qingyuan to practice.
I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about practicing for hundreds of years, but who knew something like this would happen.
"I regret."
Chen Qingyuan looked at the trembling black tripod, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said straightforwardly.
Heiding's spiritual wisdom has revived a little, but there is still a lot to be done to restore it to the level before moving to the sect. I guess it will be just fine with a million top-quality spiritual stones.
"You can hear what I'm saying!" Chen Qingyuan's tone was cold, unable to get over the pain of losing most of his family's fortune: "The size is too big now and is inconvenient to carry. Let's make it smaller."
Ancient Black Cauldron felt Chen Qingyuan's unkind gaze and did not dare to hesitate.
"Rumble..."
There was a sound, and the black cauldron immediately changed in size and was only the size of a palm.
Chen Qingyuan looked through the air and held the black tripod in his palm.
He looked at it with low eyebrows for a few times, snorted softly, and threw the black cauldron into a free Xumi ring.
He has a bunch of space treasures on his body, most of which are empty.
Thinking of this, Chen Qingyuan felt his heart twitching and wanted to cry without tears.
The resources that were obtained with great difficulty were all lost in one fell swoop.
This cauldron is really a waste of money!
Cursing secretly, Chen Qingyuan tried his best to regulate his emotions and not to be too sad.
What is lost now, let Heiding earn back in the future.
If you earn one less spiritual stone, you can just use it as a urinal.
right!
Be Yiyi’s urinal!
"I wonder what that girl looks like now."
Speaking of Yiyi, Chen Qingyuan missed her very much and couldn't help but recall the way Yiyi's milky voice called "Daddy".
In this way, the anger and regret on his face disappeared a little, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The ancient Taoist soldiers were regarded as the treasure of the clan by other forces and worked hard to worship them. When it came to Chen Qingyuan, it was just a spare urinal.
Hei Ding seemed to feel the malice coming from Chen Qingyuan and hid in the Xumi ring, trembling.
Lord Ding, it’s really difficult.
After stepping out of the side hall, he went straight to an elegant courtyard.
That place was where Wu Junyan practiced Taoism.
In the eyes of the world, Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan are both unparalleled monsters. They are called the twins of Qingzong and the pillars of the future.
"Old Wu, what are you doing?"
He strode into the elegant courtyard gate, caught a trace of Wu Junyan's aura, and walked straight towards it.
There is a clear pool in the inner courtyard, and a square ancient pavilion is built on the water.
Wu Junyan was sitting in the pavilion, wearing a dark purple robe with black plum patterns on the sleeves. Her long hair was tied tightly with a wooden hairpin. Her facial features were sharp and angular, and she was dressed handsomely.
Fragrant tea is brewing on the table and two teacups are placed on it.
Tea is poured into the cup, and the aroma of tea overflows.
Looking at this posture, Wu Junyan has obviously been waiting for a long time.
Wu Junyan likes a quiet life, so he did not participate in yesterday's meeting in the main hall.
"After decades of practicing seclusion, have you gained anything?"
Chen Qingyuan walked on the water, and his toes touched dozens of water splashes. The ripples made the willow branches hanging on the water on the shore also sway.
Take a seat and smile.
Looking at each other and drinking tea.
"good."
Wu Junyan is still the same as before, cherishing words like gold and looking indifferent.
Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his face did not change.
Taking a closer look at the old friends around Chen Qingyuan, Wu Junyan sticks to the bottom line and has not been assimilated so far, and his personality remains the same.
"Let me have a few cups of tea with you, and I will leave tomorrow."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Yeah." Wu Junyan said calmly: "I'll go too."
"Oh?" Chen Qingyuan was happy and worried at the same time: "You are carrying a fragment of the Imperial Armament. After you go out, you will be missed easily."
"In a world of great strife, how can you hide in a corner?"
Even if Chen Qingyuan doesn't come back this time, Wu Junyan plans to leave his old land in a while.
"Having said that, will the elders of Qingzong agree?"
If you want to reach the top as a monster in this world, it is destined to not be smooth sailing and you will have to face countless difficulties.
"Brother Chen, have you forgotten something? According to seniority, I am the eldest in Qingzong."
Wu Junyan glanced at it and said coldly.
"..."
Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan was speechless and unable to refute.
All in all, most of the elders need to call Wu Junyan their uncle, and some elders even want to call him their master.
At this level, no one in the Qing sect can match him.
"Change the topic." Chen Qingyuan didn't like talking about seniority: "What direction will you take after you leave?"
"I want to go to the East."
Wu Junyan said bluntly.
"Dongtu? What are you doing there?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"Do you still remember the feast of Baimai back then?" Wu Junyan replied: "I got an ancient scripture, which was left by Emperor Taiwei. There is a sentence in the ancient book, if you are destined, you can go to the east."
The final battle of the ancient times destroyed China and transformed it into five states and ten thousand realms. The body of the ancient Emperor Taiwei fell under the divine bridge and remained immortal. His remaining thoughts carved an ancient book and threw it into the world.
Waiting for the right person.
At this time, Wu Junyan was lucky enough to get a fragment of the imperial weapon and an old classical book. It is obvious that Wu Junyan has a lot of fate with the ancient emperor Taiwei.
"I see."
Chen Qingyuan suddenly realized.
"What's going on outside?"
Wu Junyan asked a question.
"The troubled times are coming, ruins and secret realms appear one after another, and more and more people are dying."
Chen Qingyuan told the outside world about the situation.
When he heard about the Battle of Heavenly Punishment, Wu Junyan's face finally showed emotions.
The blood of Emperor Taiwei will still exist in the world for future generations.