Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 8 The Dilemma of the Tu Family
"Then I will accept the auspicious words of fellow daoist."

Tu Xuanxiu bowed his hands in thanks, as if he didn't want to mention this matter, and then changed the topic: "Since fellow daoist went to the second floor, he must be buying a top-grade magic weapon, right?"

Chen Ping nodded and said: "That's right, I really intend to buy a top-grade magical weapon when I come here, and it must be of the spirit sword category."

"Oh?"

Tu Xuanxiu poured a cup of spiritual tea for Chen Ping, thought for a while, waved his Taoist robe, and three brocade boxes with rich spiritual pressure were placed on the porcelain table in an orderly manner.

"I'm ashamed to say that the family sold a lot of magic weapons in order to buy Jidan for the next generation. Currently, there are only three top-quality magic weapons for sale in this pavilion, and the only one that meets the requirements of fellow Taoists is this Hanfeng sword."

Opening the brocade boxes one by one, Tu Xuanxiu pointed to the first brocade box and said.

Chen Ping turned his head to look, and saw a light blue spirit sword about three feet long with a handle in the shape of a beast's head lying flat inside the brocade box.

The sword body swallowed a trace of icy air, intertwined and intertwined.

Sensing the strong water spirit power on Hanfeng Sword, Chen Ping shrugged his nose and quickly shook his head, saying: "This sword is mainly water-based, but what I am practicing below is fire-based kung fu. Water and fire are in conflict. If you use it forcibly, you will only be able to use its strength." Eighty percent of the power."

This magic weapon containing the power of the five elements, if matched with the corresponding spiritual root attribute, will be able to exert extraordinary power.

But Chen Ping has three spiritual roots of earth, fire and wood, and the Nine Changes Flame Spirit Jue, which he majors in, is also an orthodox fire attribute technique, which is really not suitable.

"That would be unfortunate."

Tu Xuanxiu saw that Chen Ping's expression was dull, and he didn't even intend to try the sword, so he put away the Hanfeng sword neatly, pointed to the other two brocade boxes, and said, "Take a look at these two treasures."

"Although they are not spiritual sword-style offensive weapons, they all have their own mysteries."

Chen Ping did not speak. One of the black iron shields looked like a defensive magic weapon, and he was very interested in it.

On the contrary, it was the last piece of jade mask which was very small and exquisite, as thin as a cicada's wing, which aroused his interest.

Tu Xuanxiu observed the words and expressions, and introduced with a smile: "This thing is called the Real Illusion Mask, and it was made by our ancestors himself."

"When it fits on the face, it can instantly transform into another face. At the same time, it also has the function of shielding the detection of the spiritual sense. Ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation establishment cannot detect it."

Hearing this, Chen Ping held the mask in his hand, and a warm air flowed to his palm.

Caressing the lines on it, he pondered for a while, and asked, "Can you try casting a spell?"

"Of course! But Chen Daoyou pay attention, this thing can only transform into a permanent and fixed human face, which cannot be changed in the future."

"So fellow Taoists, don't use your spiritual sense to shape the facial features, otherwise you have to buy them!"

Tu Xuanxiu reminded in a rather serious tone.

"This will be saved naturally."

As Chen Ping spoke, his soul moved accordingly, sending out a power of consciousness to poke on the mask.

Then, the mask began to emit wisps of almost transparent fluorescence.

And his consciousness seemed to have encountered a piece of fluffy cotton wool, no matter how he penetrated it, it was difficult to make an inch of progress.

Of course, with outsiders around, Chen Ping didn't use his full strength.

But it is enough to prove that this thing does have the effect of isolating consciousness.

"This magic weapon is made of the entire face of the second-level monster, the green-eyed fox, with a piece of natural phantom stone added."

"I, the Golden Jade Pavilion, can use my reputation as a guarantee. It is absolutely difficult for monks who have not cultivated above the initial stage of foundation establishment to see through the disguise of the mask with their spiritual sense."

Tu Xuanxiu seemed to have guessed Chen Ping's concerns, and said with certainty.

"The Tu family is well-known for its skill in refining weapons, and they have been friends with the family for generations. I firmly believe in it."

After a pause, Chen Ping asked calmly: "I just don't know how much this real mask is worth?"

"This item has unique effects, and its price is naturally higher than that of ordinary top-grade instruments."

Tu Xuanxiu turned the teacup, thought for a while, and said in a very sincere tone: "Fellow Daoist, you really want to buy it. I can give you a little discount. The price is [-] low-grade spirit stones, how about it?"

"Well, the price is reasonable."

Chen Ping made some calculations in his mind. The illusion mask can hide the real face, which is very important for his next step.

It's a pity that the money is so shy at the moment, even if the family contribution points are replaced with spirit stones, it is only about [-], and there is still a big gap.

Chen Ping thought about it for a moment, then pointed to the real and illusory mask and discussed: "Two thousand and four hundred spirit stones, if possible, Chen will come to get the treasure in three days."

After hearing this, Tu Xuanxiu's expression froze. This kid was too ruthless in bargaining. Cut off four hundred spirit stones at once?
The smile gradually narrowed, and just as he was about to say no, his ears twitched, then he quickly recovered his smile, clapped his hands and said: "I didn't expect fellow Taoist to have such a good skill at bargaining! That's all, Tu Mou just treat it as a friend." gone."

"Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Tu! I'll go back and collect the spirit stones now!"

Chen Ping forced out a trace of excitement, cupped his fists at Tu Xuanxiu as a salute, and quickly left downstairs.

"What kind of mystery is this Tu family up to?"

After staying away from the Golden Jade Pavilion, Chen Ping was thinking about some strange things he just discovered along the way.

He lowered the price to [-] spirit stones before, just casually.

Just wait for Tu Xuanxiu to refuse, and then slowly raise the price to a position acceptable to both of them.

And Tu Xuanxiu's subconscious displeasure reaction was clearly a prelude to changing his face, but he readily agreed after a split second.

The rapid change of attitude before and after this should be related to the sound transmission of the spiritual consciousness from the other room on the second floor just now.

"At least a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and calculated.

If it weren't for his spiritual consciousness far beyond the limit of the Qi training state, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to notice it at all.

There is only one person who can make Tu Xuanxiu, the heir of the family, change his words in an instant, and is in the closed room of Jinyu Pavilion.

Tu Zhenxi, the patriarch of the Tu family, was a great master in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"The Tu family intends to befriend me?"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and his facial expression became weird.

……

"Grandfather, pardon my grandson, do you have a crush on that kid who has practiced Qi at the sixth level?"

"But he is only a middle-grade spiritual root. Even if he is lucky enough to build a foundation in the future, he doesn't know how long it will take. It doesn't seem to help my Tu family's current predicament at all."

"Besides, his parents are deceased, and he will not be able to pass the test of the continuation of the direct line two years later. The grandson really can't figure out the key to it."

Tu Xuanxiu stood outside the second floor of the Jinyu Pavilion, put his hands together neatly, and asked in a respectful but suspicious tone.

"click"

The iron door of the other room opened without wind.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in gray robe who was over sixty years old walked out slowly.

The old man was tall and thin, with sallow skin, his hair was scrupulously coiled up, his eyes were sharp, and he looked a bit calm and majestic.

This gray-robed old man is Tu Zhenxi, the head of the Tu clan.

He has cultivated the Tao for more than 140 years. Compared with the 250-year longevity of the foundation monks, his body and spirit are still at their peak.

Tu Zhenxi didn't take Suner's doubts to heart, and explained in a hoarse voice: "Xuanxiu, everything should not fall on the surface."

"Just now when this son was testing the mask of reality and illusion, I quietly caught a trace of his leaked breath."

"The purity of this child's spiritual consciousness is far beyond that of the juniors at the sixth level of Qi training."

"Whether the spirit is strong or not is one of the key factors in building a foundation, so I guess the possibility of him advancing in the future is not too small."

"That's all?"

Tu Xuanxiu didn't quite agree.

After all, there are many variables in the journey of cultivating immortality.

There are not many mid-level spiritual root monks who are still imprisoned in the realm of Qi training throughout their lives.

"This is just one, the second..."

Tu Zhenxi took the main seat, and said in a playful tone: "There are very few people who know about this."

"About 50 years ago, Chen Ping's father, Chen An, and Chen Yiru had a relationship, but they couldn't get together in the end."

"Oh? Chen Yiru is a high-grade water spirit root, and the branch of her origin has Chen Munian, a veteran foundation cultivator, in charge. Can she like Chen An?"

Tu Xuanxiu said in surprise.

Tu Zhenxi stroked his beard, and said sarcastically: "The young man and woman who were in love with each other just fell into it at the time, and they separated in the end? It is rumored that it was because of Chen Yiru's aunt, Chen Munian, who interfered, but I think it was Chen Yiru himself. Think through it."

"Grandfather, this Chen Yiru is still thinking about the old relationship, will he look at Chen Ping differently?"

Tu Xuanxiu speculated.

If Chen Yiru really wanted to help Chen Ping, then the price concession of the previous Real Illusion Mask would not be a big deal.

"There must be some old love. Otherwise, do you think that after Chen An's death, Chen Ping could get such a generous family pension?"

"And the guard of Lantian Town that he is currently in charge of is not something that a dilapidated direct descendant can win with some tricks!"

Tu Zhenxi smiled, and said nonchalantly: "In short, Chen Ping is just playing casually here, and you don't have to make too much effort to make friends with him before he shows greater value."

"Yes, my grandson understands."

Tu Xuanxiu suddenly understood, and immediately responded.

Then, he scanned the stairs from the corner of his eye and saw that there were no customers trading in the pavilion at the moment, so he approached Tu Zhenxi and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Grandpa, have you had any contact with the people over there?"

"Silence!"

Tu Zhenxi's face changed drastically, and he immediately used his spiritual consciousness to seal the Jinyu Pavilion, and after forming a sound-proof barrier around the two of them, he said very solemnly: "Xuanxiu, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

"The Chen family is a jackal, and the people over there are even more fierce tigers. If you are not careful, my butcher's family will definitely be wiped out."

"In the final analysis, it was your grandfather who blocked your way. With your cultivation talent, you should have broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm long ago."

"What's wrong with grandfather?"

A trace of hatred flashed across Tu Xuanxiu's eyes, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "It's only the Chen family's few Foundation Establishment cultivators who bullied people too much, forcing my Tu family to go to the end of the road and have to survive in desperate situations!"

"Hey, now that the Chen family's luck is at its peak, and people from the Zhuji tribe appear one after another, if Xuanxiu had been born a hundred years earlier, maybe my Tu family would be able to..."

Tu Zhenxi sighed heavily, and stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and said darkly: "Xuan Xiu, listen up! You must not act rashly before grandfather makes the final decision."

"At present, we still need to continue to repair the Chen family."

"Great Elder Chen Xiangwen is open-minded and open-minded. He is a person who values ​​affection. I owe him life in the early years. As long as he is alive, I will not kill the Tu family."

"Grandson obeys."

Tu Xuanxiu clenched his fists tightly, roaring like thunder in his heart!

"Uncle Thirteen, Uncle Fifteen, please give my nephew some time, Xuanxiu will never let your sacrifice be in vain!"

(End of this chapter)