immortal mansion

Chapter 317 Tea Party Invitation

After coming out of the Immortal Mansion, Mo Chen began to practice in closed doors, and began to practice drawing new third-order talismans.

The spirit talisman he chose this time is the third-order Immortal Grabbing Talisman, an auxiliary spirit talisman that can greatly increase escape speed without affecting flexibility.

The reason for this is to consider the needs of future fighting methods.

As far as Mo Chen's current situation is concerned, there are still many shortcomings in fighting skills that need to be made up for, especially means that can play a decisive role in fighting skills, which is what he is most urgently lacking now.

But this kind of means is very difficult to find, and it takes a certain amount of opportunity to get it.

So he set his sights on solving his own body skills. When he didn't have time to practice moving body skills, it was a wise choice to use magic talismans to assist him instead. With the help of the power of the government, Mo Chen can condense the talisman in a short period of time, and then use the talisman to achieve the effect that is no less than the body method.

The only trouble is that when drawing a third-order talisman, a large amount of high-level talisman paper is required to practice.

It's not like Mo Chen never thought about looking for high-level talisman grass spirit species that can make third-level talisman paper, and relying on the ripening of the Immortal Mansion to solve the scarcity of high-level talisman paper, but the scarcity of such spirit species is comparable to that of Jindan stage spirits , He almost asked all the way from Yanjin Immortal City to Liyuan Immortal City, but so far he has not heard any news about this kind of spiritual species.

This is also related to the current mainstream of talisman making in the comprehension world. The production of high-end talisman paper does not rely on this kind of talisman grass with a long maturity period and harsh growth conditions, but through relatively easy-to-obtain monster fur.

High-level monsters are usually huge in size, and one can make thousands of talisman papers. If it is a monster in the sea, it is even more amazing. One animal skin may be able to make tens of thousands of talisman papers.

Therefore, high-level talisman grass has never been favored by monks.

Not to mention time-consuming and labor-intensive, this kind of talisman grass is extremely delicate, not much better than panacea, so high-level talisman grass has become increasingly rare in the cultivation world, and there are only a few remnants in some ancient cultivation sites.

Fortunately, there are quite a few talisman workshops in Liyuan Fairy City. They have ample supply of high-end talisman papers, which unexpectedly solved Mo Chen's problem. They only need to spend Lingshi to buy enough talisman papers.

After going back and forth, he even made a good relationship with a workshop owner.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed by.

For ordinary people, this may be a long time, but for a monk like Mo Chen who has a long life, it is just a blink of an eye, which cannot be called a long time.

On this day, he did not retreat, but was invited to attend a tea party.

For monks, blindly practicing penance is not a good strategy, and relaxation is the right way.

Usually at this time, he would sit alone in the cave mansion, savoring the brewed Enlightenment tea carefully.

Now that someone is inviting you, Mo Chen doesn't mind changing the way to relieve the boredom. Following the address on the invitation letter, he soon came to an attic called "Nine Heavens Pavilion".

Jiuxiao Pavilion is not a single attic, but is composed of three attics of the same size. When I saw it for the first time, Mo Chen was really amazed. This was the first time he saw such a building in the world of comprehension.

"Friend Daoist Leng!"

A familiar voice came from not far away.

Soon there was an elegant middle-aged man in a brocade robe, waving a feather fan and walking towards Mo Chen, followed by an aristocratic young man in a Chinese dress, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes .

The elegant middle-aged man is the master of the workshop that Mo Chen got acquainted with, named He Tianqi, and he is currently at the early stage of Golden Core cultivation.

He cupped his hands at Mo Chen, with a smile on his face: "Friend Daoist Leng is able to invite you to an appointment today, which really makes He feel proud. This is He Fanglin, my son-in-law. Why don't Fanglin hurry up and meet senior? "

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huayi immediately bowed his head and saluted.

Mo Chen chuckled, helped him up without a trace, and then said to He Tianqi: "You Daoist He is too polite, you should feel that the one with a bright face is the next one, it is said that the tiger father has no dogs, I think Mr. Become a master!"

His words are not promises, because He Fanglin is indeed extraordinary.

According to the aptitude of the alien spirit root, and with He Tianqi as the master of the workshop, it can be said that there is almost no need to worry about the resources. If there is another opportunity, then the Nascent Soul may not be beyond expectation.

He Tianqi was very happy to hear these words, he couldn't help pointing forward, and invited:

"Let's go, how about going up together?"

"Okay." Mo Chen nodded.

Not long after, the two went up to the Jiuxiao Pavilion.

Different from the splendor seen from the outside, the interior of Jiuxiao Pavilion is very elegant and simple, to be precise, it should be low-key and luxurious, and there are complete sets of furniture carved from valuable spiritual wood everywhere.

Passing through the corridor greeted by maids, the three of them soon came to an elegant room.

There were already many people having a banquet inside, and they were all prominent figures in the Liyuan Immortal City Talisman, and regardless of whether they were male or female, almost all of them were above the Golden Core Stage, so it was obvious that none of the people participating in the tea party were ordinary people.

"Master He Fang, who is this?" An old man in red asked, looking at Mo Chen curiously.

"Master Chu, don't worry, I'll introduce you right away." He Tianqi led Mo Chen into the room, and introduced to everyone with a smile: "Please put down the teacups in your hands for now, and listen to what He Mou said, this is fellow Daoist Leng , don't look at his face, but he is very good at studying talismans, even surpassing me."

"Fellow Daoist He praised you!" Mo Chen said modestly.

He had exchanged talisman-making experience with He Tianqi before, and although both sides had their own gains, their talisman-making attainments had not reached the level of surpassing the other's, it was just between brothers.

"Oh, really?"

More than ten eyes in the room fell on Mo Chen, among them the old man in red was the most curious.

"It's just a good talisman making?" He asked suspiciously.

"I don't know if Leng Daoyou has achieved more in alchemy than making talismans?"

Hearing this, Mo Chen couldn't help but glanced at the old man in red in surprise. He sensed a familiar aura from this person, a mellow medicinal fragrance that only existed in alchemists and accumulated over time.

It seems that this old man in red is also an alchemist, and he is not a small one.

But to avoid trouble, he shook his head and denied it.

"Sorry, Fellow Daoist Chu may have misunderstood, I am not good at alchemy."

"Oh, I'm so old and rude." The old man in red said so.

Then he sat back in his seat, but judging from the person's face, it was obvious that he didn't believe Mo Chen's words, and he would look over from time to time, as if he had something on his mind.

Soon, the tea party officially began.

It was said to be a tea party, but it was actually similar to an ordinary exchange meeting, except that there was an extra item of drinking tea in the process. After the three rounds of tea, it was soon time for everyone to exchange cultivation experience.

When it was Mo Chen's turn, he carefully made up his cultivation experience.

After exchanging their cultivation experience, the monks who participated in the tea party began to chat with each other in twos and threes. At this time, Mo Chen received an invitation from the old man in red, saying that he had something to talk to him about.

A guess flashed in his mind, he came to a quiet room next to the room.

(End of this chapter)