Chapter two hundred and eighty second skyrocketing one hundred thousand luck
Cao Shaoqin still had some impressions of Yue Buqun. After all, when he was in Jiangnan, Chu Yi showed his respect for Yue Buqun and even gave his token to Yue Buqun.
Later, Yue Buqun was granted the title of Imperial Guard Qian Hu. At least in Cao Shaoqin's opinion, Chu Yi valued Yue Buqun quite highly.
For this reason, Cao Shaoqin specially sent people to collect some information about Yue Buqun. From the information, Cao Shaoqin could see that Yue Buqun was indeed not simple.
Now there is news that Yue Buqun has lost his position as the leader of the Huashan Sect. This is simply unbelievable to Cao Shaoqin.
What is the situation of the Huashan Sect? Anyone who knows something about the Huashan Sect will know that there are only so many people in Huashan, and it can be said that it was only supported by Yue Buqun that it did not collapse.
The entire Huashan Sect can survive without anyone, but Yue Buqun is indispensable. Once Yue Buqun is missing, the Huashan Sect will not collapse.
Besides, with Yue Buqun's ability and control over the Huashan Sect, who can legitimately take away the position of leader from Yue Buqun.
Chu Yi looked at Cao Shaoqin with his eyes wide open and looked in disbelief, then smiled and handed the secret music in his hand to Cao Shaoqin.
Cao Shaoqi was indeed very curious about how Yue Buqun, who was as skilled as Yue Buqun, lost his position as the leader. He respectfully took the secret memorial from Chu Yi and opened it. Cao Shaoqin couldn't help but be startled.
"Feng Qingyang?"
Obviously Cao Shaoqin had some impression of Feng Qingyang's name. At least he had sent people to collect information about the Huashan Sect in order to understand Yue Buqun. Naturally, he knew that the Huashan Sect was once one of the most powerful sects in the world, but it was just a sword fight.
The Qi dispute caused the Huashan Sect, which was at its peak, to collapse.
Among them, Feng Qingyang is one of the most powerful men in the Huashan Sect. He is said to be invincible in the world with his sword skills. However, according to rumors, Feng Qingyang had already died. I never thought that this person was not dead. Instead, he defeated Yue Bu.
Qun drove him down to Mount Huashan and supported Yue Buqun's disciple Linghu Chong to ascend to the position of leader of the Huashan Sect.
Cao Shaoqin frowned and said, "Linghu Chong? Is he the libertine who disrespected the governor back then?"
Chu Yi nodded.
Cao Shaoqin presented the secret report to Chu Yi and said with a chuckle: "Yue Buqun can bear it. He was deprived of his position as the leader. If it were an ordinary person, he would have gathered people to kill him.
But luckily, they even sent people to deliver supplies to Huashan."
When Chu Yi heard this, he smiled meaningfully and said: "Don't underestimate this gentleman's sword. When it comes to means, Feng Qingyang and Linghu Chong combined are no match for Yue Buqun."
After being slightly stunned, Cao Shaoqin said: "It's a pity that no matter how many calculations Yue Buqun makes, he is still no match for Feng Qingyang, unless he is willing to lead the Jinyi Guards and mobilize local guards to besiege the Huashan Sect."
As he spoke, Cao Shaoqin shook his head and said, "If this was really the case, I'm afraid he would have done it a long time ago, and he wouldn't have endured it."
Chu Yi said calmly: "It's just a Huashan sect. There's no need to pay too much attention to it. Let Yue Buqun handle it himself."
The Huashan Sect is indeed quite famous in the world, but it is not taken seriously by Chu Yi. The Qingcheng Sect is no less famous than the Huashan Sect, and it is not as if the whole family was wiped out in one sentence from Chu Yi.
If he is willing, he can destroy the Huashan Sect with just one sentence.
The rivers are surging and the mountains and rivers are rolling.
In the cabin, Chu Yi was looking through the classics given by the emperor. Suddenly, the altar of luck in the sea of consciousness shook.
Chu Yi's expression changed slightly, and his mind sank into the sea of consciousness. Suddenly Chu Yi couldn't help being surprised. One hundred thousand luck, just now his luck surged by one hundred thousand, which made Chu Yi's luck reach
As much as 220,000.
This sudden luck was beyond Chu Yi's expectation. His luck had skyrocketed once before. Later, Chu Yi found out that it was because the emperor had a daughter, so his luck skyrocketed by tens of thousands.
However, this time, there were as many as one hundred thousand, which affected more luck points than the emperor had an heir, affecting the inheritance of a dynasty. How could this not surprise Chu Yi?
After all, there are not many things in the world that can affect the inheritance of a dynasty, especially if they are related to him.
One hundred thousand luck points. He had to sacrifice a hundred thousand luck points to be able to come to this world.
Now looking at the huge tangible and intangible luck on the altar of luck, there are as many as 220,000.
Chu Yi's mind moved, and the luck altar shook slightly. A message came. If he wanted to activate the luck altar to break through the world barrier and leave this world, he needed to sacrifice 100,000 luck points, or even spend 2 yuan to adjust the luck.
The speed of time between worlds.
In other words, if he is willing, he can even choose the time of return to the moment he travels through time by spending a fortune point.
Regarding these, Chu Yi had explored the ability of the Altar of Luck more than once before, but he had never received any information about this aspect. On the contrary, this time he had a reaction, which made him understand that he could control his return through the Altar of Luck.
time.
Needless to say, it must be that the previous luck points were not enough to trigger the luck altar, so Chu Yi could not get the relevant information at all.
After receiving this news, Chu Yi suddenly relaxed.
You must know that Chu Yi has always been unable to let go of his mother and little sister. With such a bond, Chu Yi is alone in this world. Apart from Zhu Houzhao, Chu Yi really
No one pays too much attention to anyone.
In the two lives of Chu Yi, even though they were forced to use the Luck Altar to come to this world, they never worried about not being able to go back. If they did worry, they would be worried about the flow rate between the two worlds.
After all, with the ability of the Luck Altar, since it can bring him here, he can definitely take him back. Now that Chu Yi knows that he can control the time of his return through the Luck Altar, Chu Yi finally feels completely at ease.
Opening his eyes, Chu Yi's indifference that had always been faintly revealed due to the entanglement in his heart was obviously lighter, and the whole person seemed to be much more approachable.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Chu Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a rare gentle smile and murmured softly: "That's great!"
Although it is not clear what happened to the sudden one hundred thousand luck points, Chu Yi did not get too entangled. How did these luck points come from? He will definitely know in the future. Instead of worrying about this, it is better to have a good life.
Think about how to collect more luck points.
Because Chu Yi has no idea how many luck points he will have to sacrifice if he wants to return to the moment he left this world in the future.
What's more, for him, luck points are not just as simple as breaking world barriers and adjusting the flow of time, but more importantly, the ability of the luck altar all depends on luck points.
If there are not enough luck points, the luck altar is of no use at all. With this luck altar, as long as you want to use the luck altar, you must sacrifice luck, so there is nothing wrong with accumulating luck.
of.
He didn't know whether it would be difficult or easy to collect luck after leaving. Anyway, in Chu Yi's opinion, in this world, it is not too difficult to collect some luck in a small way, but if you want to harvest a lot of luck
Then it's not that easy.
You must know that he has spent so many years. Although it has been consumed, he has only collected tens of thousands of luck points. On the contrary, it took him more than ten years of hard work to achieve the results of these two large sums of luck points recently.
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Chu Yi can predict that as his layout over the years gradually becomes effective, there will be a large amount of luck points harvested in the future, but this also shows that luck points are not that easy to collect.
This world is like this, and it is expected to be the same even in other worlds. As for the world he is in, to be honest, even though Chu Yi has lived in that world for more than ten years, his understanding of that world is almost
Very little.
It's not that Chu Yi doesn't want to understand, the key point is that he doesn't have any channels to understand.
Being a time traveler doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants. In the kind of environment he is in, it is so difficult to be an honest and low-key person. If he has to stand out from the crowd and show off his talents as a time traveler, he is afraid of being treated as an alien and killed.
Sex will be greater.
Chu Yi acted in a low-key manner. He barely knew that the world he was in was not an ordinary world. There were also cultivators and monsters in the mountains. Apart from that, he really didn't know much.
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Born in such a strange world, it was okay to have nothing to rely on before, but now there is an altar of luck. In Chu Yi's view, the altar of luck is the only way for him to survive and even get ahead in that world.
rely.
"Luck, luck!"
Chu Yi murmured that only with huge luck can the altar of luck become his support.
Time flies and more than half a month has passed. The disciples of the Huashan Sect practice diligently every day, but there is not much difference from when Yue Buqun was there.
But at this moment, Linghu Chong, the head of a sect, was rubbing his forehead and looking at the account books presented by Lu Dayou with a worried look on his face.
Lu Dayou looked at Linghu Chong and said, "Senior Brother, it's already the beginning of autumn and the weather has turned cold. All the disciples in the sect must prepare autumn clothes and winter clothes. Otherwise, it will take at least a month. The disciples in the sect will never be able to withstand the severe cold in the mountains."
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Linghu Chong looked at the autumn clothes, winter clothes, shoes and socks that the disciples needed listed in the account book, and it turned out that they cost as much as two thousand taels of silver.
Just seeing that number made Linghu Chong feel bad.
These days, when Linghu Chong saw Lu Dayou, he had the urge to hide in the back mountain and drink. In fact, every time Lu Dayou came to see him, he always asked him for money.
The huge Huashan sect, with so many people, needs to spend money at every turn. It may not seem like a lot, but when accumulated, it is not a small amount.
In the past half month, Yue Buqun had already spent more than half of the gold and silver he had left behind. Except for more than half of it, which was used to buy supplies, there was still about two thousand taels left. However, in this half month, I don't know why.
In the blink of an eye, I spent hundreds more grains of silver, and after all the money was spent, I only had more than a thousand taels of silver left.
Linghu Chong is worried, he only has so little money left, and he may not even be able to buy rice, noodles and vegetables for next month.
As a result, Lu Dayou asked him for money again to buy autumn clothes, winter clothes, shoes and socks, etc., and he asked for two thousand taels. Linghu Chong almost threw the account book away with a trembling hand.
Seeing Linghu Chong staring at the account book in a daze, Lu Dayou said: "Brother, I have reduced the expenses as much as possible. I need at least two thousand taels of silver. Otherwise, I will not be able to purchase enough clothes for everyone."
Linghu Chong came back to his senses, took a deep breath, looked at Lu Dayou and said, "Dayou, I understand what you said. Leave the account books with me for now. I will call you when I raise the gold and silver."
Lu Da nodded and reminded Linghu Chong: "Senior Brother, you'd better hurry up. If the weather suddenly cools down and the disciples don't have clothes to keep out the cold, a large number of disciples may fall ill. At that time, there may not be enough medicinal materials on the mountain.
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When he heard that the medicinal materials might need to be purchased, and it was a large sum of money, Linghu Chong's head suddenly felt swollen and he waved to Lu Dayou, "Senior brother, I understand!"
Seeing Lu Dayou leaving, Linghu Chong immediately couldn't maintain his composure as the leader and jumped up, frowning and running quickly up the mountain behind.
In the back mountain, a figure floats around, dancing with a sword. At first glance, he looks like a fairy.
Linghu Chong, who was far away, shouted towards this figure: "Master, Master..."
The sword light flashed, and the sword shadow in the sky enveloped Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong almost instinctively drew his sword and stabbed the sword shadow in the sky. He heard a ding sound, and the tips of the two long swords touched each other.
Linghu Chong sheathed his sword and said to Feng Qingyang with a wry smile: "Master, why are you still in the mood to practice swordplay here!"
Glancing at Linghu Chong, Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and said, "What's going on? Is there something troubling in the door?"
Linghu Chong took out the account book Lu Dayou gave him from his arms and said, "Master, please take a look!"
Feng Qingyang took the account book and flipped through it before he couldn't help but frown and said: "It's just autumn clothes and winter clothes, why do you need so much silver?"
Linghu Chong said: "Master, our Huashan sect now has nearly two hundred people. Including shoes and socks, each person only has ten taels, which is not too many at all."
Looking at Feng Qingyang, Linghu Chong said: "Didn't Master say that there is a way to solve the money problem? I wonder if Master has found the source of the money. If we don't solve this problem, our Huashan Sect will really be unable to unravel the problem!"
Feng Qingyang coughed lightly, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his old face. Linghu Chong couldn't help opening his mouth when he saw this, looking at Feng Qingyang with a strange look and said: "Master, you old man haven't thought of a solution yet!"
Feng Qingyang was a little embarrassed, trying hard to maintain his masterly demeanor and said with his hands behind his back: "Why panic? It's just gold and silver, as long as I am willing, it's not easy to get it!"
[Something delayed me today, but I’ll give you two big chapters. If you have a monthly pass, I’ll throw it in. I’ll add another chapter and it won’t be short!]
