Chapter 25: The Clear Stream of the Cultivation World
"Good things must first have a sense of historical sedimentation. For example, they may look dim and inconspicuous, or even have weird spots, like scrap metal. Of course, if you put some mud or something on it, it would be better."
"What about the second one?" Xiao Yao said: "If you want it to be inconspicuous, other people will think it is garbage except you. When you take it back, wipe it with a cloth and look again. I'll wipe it! It turns out to be an ancient artifact! Are you surprised?
?Are you surprised?”
Along the way, Xiao Yao was talking about her treasure appraisal experience, but Wang Chen turned a deaf ear.
When he was finally about to leave Fangshi, he gained two things.
A flying sword made of cold iron.
A strange black and red tile.
The flying sword was not a good thing, but it was much better than the rusty sword in his hand that was not as sharp as a mortal weapon. Although it was cheaper, it also cost most of Wang Chen Dezi's savings.
The bricks were taken from the roadside. Some cultivators had finished setting up stalls, and some old and useless materials were randomly discarded. This brick was one of them. Xiaoyao insisted that the brick was an ancient artifact. Although Wang Chen
I felt that this brick was black and red, which was different, but when I opened my eyes, I didn't see any chance involved in this brick. I thought it was Xiao Yao who was talking nonsense, but I just let her go.
As long as you're happy, it doesn't take up much space anyway.
Not far ahead is the exit of Fangshi. If ordinary potential customers are not wandering around, they will probably have bought what they need by the time they come to this location, just like Wang Chen. Therefore, the location at the end of the street is very suitable for stall owners.
It can be said that the terrain is extremely poor, so the stall owners who set up stalls here are all on the fourth or third level of Qi Condensation.
Obviously Wang Chen thinks so too, as he has no interest in the goods here.
With this travel experience, Wang Chen felt that spirit stones were a good thing, and even slightly regretted that he had swallowed too many spirit stones. This method of cultivation was simply a waste of money, so even though he now sees many
The flying swords and magic weapons that were in my heart could only stare and settle for the next best thing.
He doesn't even have a handy weapon, so he's still a cultivator.
His steps were slow, as if his heart was heavy.
I have to find a way to get a lot of spiritual stones. Wang Chen secretly swore.
Just like the world we originally lived in, luxury cars, mansions, and a beautiful smile are what most people pursue.
Material needs are also the driving force for people to pursue progress, not to mention that for Wang Chen, he can become stronger by burning money, so earning spiritual stones is obviously a matter of killing two birds with one stone and getting rid of vulgar taste.
"Easier said than done." Wang Chen lamented. "Oh my god, let me be so poor that I only have spirit stones." He wanted to shout like this, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold his head up in front of Xiaoyao in the future, so he had to keep his face dark.
He continued to move forward like water.
Inadvertently, his eyes fell on a stall. The stall was set up by a cultivator of the third level of Qi Condensation. The items for sale had thin spiritual energy and were of little use to Wang Chen.
But one of the green crystals, which was about the size of a small fingernail, caught his attention.
This crystal has very little energy and is probably of little value. It is almost impossible to sell it, but the weak energy contained in it actually caused the ancestral energy to react.
Seeing Wang Chen pick up this crystal, the cultivator said with some embarrassment: "This is the demon core of a demon beast that I killed casually in the forbidden forest. It is somewhat low-level, and my fellow Taoists laughed at it." He didn't see it.
The customer was delighted, because Wang Chen's aura was obviously stronger than his, and he also had little confidence in the ordinary goods he was selling. Most monks above the fourth level of Qi Condensation would not be interested.
So when Wang Chen looked at the demon core he had placed, he couldn't help but blush. It seemed that even the stall owner himself felt that placing this demon core on the stall was a very shameful thing.
Wang Chen didn't answer, but he released a trace of ancestral energy toward the demon core with some suspicion. Sure enough, the ancestral energy swallowed up a small amount of energy in it.
In other words, the demon core in his hand has now become an empty shell!
This feeling was just like the spiritual power he had when he swallowed the spiritual stone.
To use a less vivid metaphor, the taste is just different. The energy in the demon core is spicier.
It turned out that the energy he devoured was not necessarily spiritual power. He was stunned for a moment and felt that he had wasted a lot of currency commonly used in the cultivation world. He was a little annoyed, but then he discovered that the current problem was that the demon core in his hand had been absorbed and turned into
A piece of scrap.
You can't return an empty shell to others, it's too shameless.
After thinking about it, Wang Chen took out a spirit stone and said, "I happen to have some use for the demon core. Can I replace it with a spirit stone?"
The cultivator was a little stunned when he heard this.
Demon cores are not rare things, and ordinary demon cores have limited value. My demon core is just a derivative of the second-level Qi-condensing demon beast. For the Taoist friend in front of me, it can be killed with just a raise of hands.
, actually willing to give up a spiritual stone?
You must know that one spirit stone is enough to buy dozens of these demon cores.
"Fellow Taoist, if you need it, I'll give it to you." The cultivator smiled.
Wang Chen was startled, looked up at the casual cultivator in front of him, and felt a little touched in his heart.
"This is really a breath of fresh air in the world of cultivation." He forcefully stuffed the spiritual stone into his hand and left.
I don't have many spiritual stones on my body, which means that the prospect of swallowing spiritual power for cultivation is slim. On the contrary, the discovery that I can swallow the energy in the demon core is equivalent to an additional path of cultivation. This discovery is far more than just one spiritual stone.
value.
The stall owner held the spirit stone and looked at Wang Chen's back. He was stunned for no reason and sighed secretly: "In the world of cultivation, there are not many such kind and kind cultivators left."
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There are many buildings in Qinghu Bay, and there are also countless small alleys. There is an alley not far from Baihuafang City, which is connected at both ends. You can vaguely see the street scene on the other end and the occasional pedestrians passing by.
Jin Xiong feels very happy now. He can't help but look at his female companion, Yin Xiu, who always has a sweet smile on her face. Although she lacks makeup, she can still be called delicate, just like
No matter how much I look at it, I still can’t get enough of it.
The two of them were mortals in the hunting village. They were childhood sweethearts, but accidentally found a book of basic exercises in the forest.
After practicing for a long time, the two of them really touched the threshold of Qi condensation.
Although their qualifications were mediocre and the sect looked down upon them at all, they helped each other and reached the fourth level of Qi Condensation.
Jin Xiong understands that with his and Yin Xiu's qualifications, it will not be easy for them to practice further and break through the realm. However, if there is an unexpected encounter that allows the two of them to break through to the sixth level of Qi Condensation and then be able to control the sky and reach the sky, wouldn't it be possible in heaven?
In the eyes of mortals, the two-winged birds are better than the couples of gods and immortals.
You can even become a national teacher in a country where mortals live together, and you will naturally be rich and prosperous.
This time when they came to Qinghu Town, they wanted to replenish some necessities for cultivation and continue living a monotonous but happy life of ascetic cultivation.
From the appearance, it can be seen that the two of them have put a lot of effort into dressing up, but it can be seen by a discerning eye at a glance. In terms of demeanor, they cannot be compared with the disciples in the sect, and their cultivation at the fourth level of Qi Condensation is also comparable to that of the larger ones.
His age is not commensurate with his age, and most of them are commonly known as casual cultivators.
At this moment, the two of them were walking into the middle of the alley. Jin Xiong was smiling and saying something to Yin Xiu, causing her to cover her mouth and smile.
At this time, they heard the sound of "ta-ta-ta" footsteps behind them, and the two of them reacted very quickly, looking back with wary expressions.
Although it was broad daylight at this time, the two of them had seen a lot of cruel people in the cultivation world. If there were some killings and looting happening in the alleys, they would not be surprised at all.
I saw a child dressed as a young scholar in a clean white silk gown running over.
The child seemed to be eleven or twelve years old, with red lips and white teeth, like an apple that made people want to take a bite.
When they saw a handsome-looking child, their vigilance was greatly reduced.
"Big brother." The child shouted while running, and he was in front of the two of them in an instant.
"What's wrong, little brother?" Jin Xiong asked with a smile.
He has a natural affinity for children, flying with a sword, and having several children. This is also the life he and Yin Xiu longed to live.
A pure smile appeared on the child's face. He looked at Jin Xiong and then glanced at Yin Xiu, who even smiled in return.
"Brother, this sister is so beautiful. Why don't you lend her to me to play with." The child said nonsensical words, but the innocence on his face did not diminish at all.
"Borrow it for fun?"
Jin Xiong and Yin Xiu were stunned for a moment. Are these insulting words really just the careless ramblings of this child?
Time seemed to stop for an instant between the three of them, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely strange.
What pierced the silence was the sudden murderous intent!
The two of them saw a green sword flashing in front of them in the shape of a half-moon.
Jin Xiong was shocked and felt a chill in his upper body. He knew something was wrong, so he pulled away and backed away quickly. In his eyes, he saw the child standing there holding a green dagger in his hand, with an innocent smile still on his face.
In Yin Xiu's dazed eyes, which had not yet realized what had happened, he looked down in disbelief and saw that a large gash had been cut open from his chest to his abdomen, and that terrifying and huge wound was actually
Already covered with a layer of frost.
The blood slowly spread on the frost, forming a terrifying blood-red pattern.
Jin Xiong seemed to have experienced such a dangerous scene. He reached out and took out a bottle of medicinal powder from the storage bag on his waist. While trying to wipe the wound, he shouted to Yin Xiu:
"Xiu'er, let's go!"
Such an injury must be fatal to a mortal, but for a cultivator, as long as it is handled properly, he can recover soon.
At the same time, with a "buzz" sound, he raised an earth-yellow flying sword and stabbed the child.
Yin Xiu was brought back to her senses by the word "go" and retreated sharply.
When the child saw the flying sword coming, he had a sneer on his face. He raised his hand and flicked the cyan dagger. He heard a loud "dang" sound, and the khaki flying sword was hit by this light.
With a light chop, it broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a "嗶阆" sound.
His left hand was still holding the sword technique, and his right hand was applying medicinal powder in a panic. Before Jin Xiong could realize what had happened, he only heard the soft cry of the flying sword, and another flying sword flew quickly from behind the child, piercing him with one sword.
's right hand.
"Bang." The medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and the brown powder scattered all over the ground.
Looking around in panic, she saw two figures approaching from both ends of the alley. Yin Xiu paused as she looked at the figure slowly walking towards the alley, her beautiful face full of fear.