Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 9 Chen Yiru

Here, even though Chen Ping was a scheming and powerful person in his previous life, he couldn't figure out the reason for the Tu family's overture.

In the world of monks, there is nothing to take advantage of for no reason.

The Tu family must have taken a fancy to some value hidden in him or behind him.

"Could it be that I released my consciousness before, and let Tu Zhenxi, who was hiding in another room, see the trick?"

Chen Ping deliberated for a while, but felt that it was impossible.

Because he only used about [-]% of his divine consciousness at that time.

It is also at the same level as a monk on the seventh floor of Qi training, so it should not attract Tu Zhenxi's attention.

After pondering for a while to no avail, Chen Ping resolutely gave up.

The water comes and the earth covers it.

When he advances to Foundation Establishment, no matter what tricks the Tu family uses will be in vain.

Next, Chen Ping visited several other shops selling magic weapons, but found nothing.

Not even the shadow of the top-grade magic weapon.

It's normal to think about it.

Haichang Chen's reputation is famous, but it is only limited to the nearby sea area of ​​thousands of miles.

In the cultivation world of the Yuanyan Islands, the Chen family is nothing more than a small force.

Every year, the number of cultivators who enter the New Moon Valley attracted by fame is quite limited, and among them, casual Qi training accounts for a large proportion.

Fangshi is a gathering place for monks to trade and sell. It is divided into four grades: primary, intermediate, advanced, and top.

To be honest, New Moon Valley can't even be called the lowest junior Fangshi.

And the junior square city closest to Haichang City, which is truly recognized by the audience, is controlled by the Jin family on Jinrui Island [-] miles away.

Chen Ping's current cultivation base is too low, and he doesn't plan to go to such a distant and unfamiliar sea area for the time being.

Therefore, the family treasure house still has to go.

Chen Ping went straight along the gravel road at the exit of Crescent Valley.

There are ancient trees on both sides, lush and lush.

The smoke is lingering, just like a landscape painting, and you can't see the end at a glance.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, Chen Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, and a group of buildings with high eaves and teeth pecking out, each embracing the terrain, appeared.

This is the belly area of ​​Fuge Mountain.

Hundreds of Qi practitioners from the family live here all the year round.

As for the five foundation-building masters, they opened up their own caves on the top of the spiritual mountain where auras gathered.

On weekdays, it is difficult for ordinary clansmen to see each other.

Of the five contemporary foundation establishments of the Chen family, the highest cultivation level is Chen Xiangwen, the great elder in the late foundation establishment period, who is over two hundred years old.

The Second Elder, Chen Mu Nian, was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and was in the same vein as the Fourth Elder, Chen Yiru, and was his aunt.

In addition, the patriarch Chen Tong and the third elder Chen Xingchao are all veteran monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Only Chen Yiru, who has only been in Foundation Establishment for more than ten years, is still hovering in the early stage.

In order to facilitate the management and division of labor of the family, under the elders of Zhuji, the Foreign Affairs Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, the Protecting Gong Hall, the Xingzhi Hall, and the Internal Affairs Hall were established.

The five halls each perform their duties and have equal status.

Each of the five halls has appointed a deacon.

Everyone has a high weight, and monks at the peak of Qi training who are not from the direct line of the family are not allowed to be in charge.

The treasure house of the target family of Chen Ping's trip was usually guarded by the Hu Gong Tang.

On the way, he met a lot of monks of the same race, they all nodded, and at most they said hello before leaving indifferently, without any intention of greeting or getting close.

Much of the blame for this rests with the previous owner.

Although the original owner's aptitude is mediocre, but his heart is on the road, he is a full-fledged ascetic monk.

In addition, he has a withdrawn personality and does not want to contact other clansmen, so it is hard to find anyone in the clan who is inseparable with him.

Including the second uncle Chen Baishan's family, after Chen An's death, they gradually became estranged from him a lot.

However, whether it was Chen Ping before or now, he doesn't care.

The long road of cultivating immortals does not reach the real fairyland, and all the passing by are just scenery.

After passing through the living area and making a sharp turn, Chen Ping stopped in front of a small palace-like building.

The palace is nearly five feet high, the upper part is bronze-colored, and the lower part is bluish-purple.

In front of the hall, there are two white jade statues of tigers with hanging eyes, which are lifelike and pose in a forward pounce.

This is where the family treasure house lies.

For the entire Chen family, it is the most important and core place.

The family is densely populated and naturally guarded.

Along the way, Chen Ping went through three waves of inspections.

Coupled with the power hidden in the dark, the treasure house located in the central area of ​​Fuge Mountain is guarded by at least [-] to [-] monks.

Historically, whenever there was a foundation pill stored in the treasury, the elders of the foundation would be arranged to guard it all day.

The entrance to the main hall.

Chen Ping once again inspired the family jade card to confirm his identity.

"go in!"

A monk on duty in golden armor returned the jade plaque to Chen Ping, then turned slightly to make way for a passage.

In the hall, dozens of bright jade stones as big as fists are shining brightly, illuminating the place like an eternal day.

The disc stone platform in the center of the main hall is only decorated with a table, a chair, and a wooden bookshelf. The decoration is extremely simple.

At this time, sitting on the chair was a beautiful woman in a light green silk shirt.

The eyebrows are slender, no makeup is applied, and no wrinkles can be seen between the cheeks.

Xiu Ben, a beautiful woman, was flipping through a book on her own. When she saw Chen Ping coming in, a complicated expression appeared on her face, but then quickly disappeared.

The female cultivator put down the book in her hand, and said slowly: "Boy Ping, why did you go to the treasure house when you didn't cultivate hard in Lantian Town?"

"Fourth Elder Chen Yiru, why is she sitting here?"

An unfamiliar face flashed across Chen Ping's memory.

Chen Yiru is of the same generation as his father, Chen An.

Although he looks only in his thirties, his actual age is nearly seventy.

Every time a monk breaks through a big realm, he can restore his youthful appearance.

But many people, especially male cultivators, don't care about their appearance.

Sometimes, some high-level monks who look old may have a long lifespan.

"I've seen the fourth elder."

Chen Ping bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "This junior wants to exchange for a top-grade magic weapon in the form of a spirit sword."

"You haven't broken through to the seventh level of Qi training, and the power to control the best magic weapon is only two or three strikes. Have you ever weighed it?"

Chen Yiru frowned indistinctly, the doubts in her eyes were obvious.

"The junior is not far from the seventh level of Qi training, and I feel that it will be a matter of course within a year."

Chen Ping said the excuses he had planned in his mind.

The spiritual power derived from the Nine Changes Flame Spiritual Jue is strong and mellow, and he can use it like an arm and a finger.

Chen Yiru didn't know his concealment, and said earnestly: "Yuxuan Cave is full of aura, which is very suitable for Qi training monks to breathe out and practice. You must grasp it in the past two years, and don't be lazy."

"Thank you elder for teaching."

Chen Ping nodded frequently, with a gentle and innocent look.

He can understand the meaning of Chen Yiru's words.

Two years later, the direct line of the family will continue the Dabi. If they cannot break through to the seventh level of Qi training, they will not even reach the threshold for participating in the war.

What he wondered was that Chen Yirugui, as a high-ranking family member in the Foundation Establishment period, seemed to have a little unreasonable concern for him?
"You wait."

After thinking for a while, Chen Yiru leaped lightly and flew towards a side hall in the east.

After disappearing for about half a cup of tea, she reappeared with two spirit swords floating beside her.

A sword is pure red, about five feet long, and shaped like an uncut piece of fire jade.

The other one is made of some kind of spirit wood, and its color is black, just like the mahogany sword used to drive away ghosts in the mortal world, simple and unreal.

"This Earth Flame Sword is smelted from a second-grade spiritual material, Earth Flame Essence, which weighs five hundred catties. It was made by Zeng Tingxuan, a first-class guest official of our clan, Zeng Daoist, and the price is [-] contribution points."

With a little jade finger, Chen Yiru held the pure red spirit sword and threw it to Chen Ping, saying: "If I remember correctly, you have a fire spirit root, you might as well try the power of the Earth Flame Sword."

After receiving the Earth Flame Sword, Chen Ping condensed a mass of spiritual power into the sword by running his kung fu.

Following a "buzzing buzzing", like the sound of magma boiling, the sword suddenly burst into light, and one side of the sword facing the ground became thinner.

Half a breath later, half of the fire jade has turned into a sharp sword blade, with a chilling gleam.

"Yes, the material is hard, and it contains the fire attribute sword energy of the master, which is very suitable for Qinglian Sixteen Cuts Sword Art."

Chen Ping stroked the hot sword body, feeling satisfied.

With it, the sword formula can be used smoothly.

Seeing that Chen Ping was a little fond of putting it down, Chen Yiru curled up his mouth, shifted his gaze to the wooden sword, and said: "This sword is made of thousand-year-old pear wood that has been struck by thousands of lightning strikes. It has some mysterious functions to break the illusion, and the price is [-] contribution points."

"No need, this junior prefers this Earth Flame Sword."

Chen Ping answered clearly.

Then he took out the family jade token and all the spirit stones in the storage bag, and handed them over to Chen Yiru with both hands.

Chen Yiru took the jade tablet, penetrated into it with divine sense and checked it for a while, then erased all the words inside it.

"The 490 points contributed by the original family have all been emptied, and the rest will be made up with spirit stones. According to the agreed ratio, I will take another [-] lower-grade spirit stones."

Chen Yiru took away the spirit stone and threw the storage bag back to Chen Ping, his tone became a little cold in an instant: "Boy Ping, the legacy of our ancestors will eventually be exhausted one day, you'd better use the resources to improve your realm, Otherwise, after a hundred years, it will be just a cultivated loess.”

"The younger generation will keep it in mind."

Chen Ping replied seriously, feeling very funny in his heart.

Isn't this what he said to admonish Xue Yun before, but Chen Yiru used it to warn him.

"She should have an unclear origin with her predecessor."

Chen Ping secretly guessed.

Since Chen Yiru didn't mention it, he didn't bother to delve into it.

Anyway, this inexplicable concern is a good thing for the time being.

It may be of great convenience to him.

Seeing that Chen Yiru turned over the book again and didn't pay attention to his meaning, Chen Ping put away the flame sword, retreated and turned to leave the treasure house.

The top-grade magic weapon has been obtained, but Chen Ping is not in a hurry to go back to sacrifice and practice, but walks into the main hall of the family internal affairs hall.

"you sure?"

Chen Qiudong, the deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall, was stunned, with a strange look on his face.

After repeated confirmation by him, Chen Ping paid thirty spirit stones and issued an announcement.

"I am Chen Ping, and I am selling a shop in New Moon Valley. If you are interested, please come to Yuxuan Cave, Lantian Town within three days for a detailed discussion!"

After Chen Ping left, a monk from the Internal Affairs Hall asked Chen Qiudong, "Master Deacon, do you want to announce this news to the whole city?"

"What about your brain? This is my Chen family's property!"

Chen Qiudong glared at him, and arranged: "Notify the major direct families first, and then notify the whole family the next day."

"Yes!"

The cultivator from the Internal Affairs Hall was about to step back, when Chen Qiudong whispered:
"By the way, do you have any spirit stones? Lend me some."

After half an hour, Chen Ping returned to Yuxuan Cave.

He summoned Xue Yun, explained to her about the sale of the shop, and ordered her to stop domesticating giant poisonous bees in the past few days, so as to avoid being discovered by the clansmen who are proficient in this way.

(End of this chapter)