Cultivation begins with the Shen family

Chapter 26 Great Elder Shen Xiangyuan
Looking at the spell in his hand, Shen Zhirui felt a bit in a dilemma, and even called this spell 'prodigal' in his heart.

You must know that in this area close to the Lingering Sand Sea, the resources are scarce, and there are few craftsmen. A first-level magic weapon needs hundreds of spirit stones at least, and nearly a thousand yuan at most. is very precious.

In the family, a magic weapon often needs to be passed on for several generations. After the father has used it for a lifetime, he will pass it on to his son, and the son will pass it on to his grandson after using it. As long as the magic weapon is not damaged, it can be passed on forever.

After all, even if this Magical Artifact is not handy, having a Magical Artifact close by can greatly improve the combat effectiveness, so that one can better survive in this world of cultivating immortals full of phenomena.

However, every time this spell is cast, a magic weapon will be destroyed. How can it be used by people?

However, the power of this spell also made Shen Zhirui greedy, especially the last sentence that could hurt the monk who established the foundation.

But he didn't know if the words were true or not, or if it was just a bluffing trick used by the person who invented this spell.

I saw that as soon as Shen Zhirui patted the storage bag on his waist, he took out several various magic weapons from it.

He obtained these magical artifacts from the storage bags of the man in black and three Xuanlingmen monks. Among them, there are four magic artifacts that have reached the first-level high-grade, and the remaining five are all first-level middle-grade.

And among the five first-tier middle-grade magic weapons, there was the black iron sword that he chopped down and scrapped.

"You are quite suitable"

Shen Zhirui picked up the black iron sword, looked around, and then prepared to sacrifice it with the secret method just now.

Anyway, this magic weapon is almost scrapped, and it can't keep up with his own strength. If it can be used to make a killer weapon, it can just let it play its residual heat.

After placing the black iron sword, his gaze immediately turned to the four first-rank top-grade magic weapons.

A rough horizontal knife, a bone flute for controlling beasts, a thread as thin as a spider's silk but extremely tough and sharp, and a heart guard.

Since the black iron sword was close to being scrapped, the only thing Shen Zhirui could use at this time was a first-grade willow leaf flying knife. This magic weapon was given to him by Shen Xiangchi on his birthday.

Moreover, this flying knife is a rare magic weapon with its own attributes. It seems to be refined from an extremely sharp leaf, which fits well with the wood attribute kung fu he practiced.

Therefore, Shen Zhirui can easily control the willow-leaf flying knife within a range of several feet around his body, almost reaching the point of controlling the knife with qi.

Although the grade and power of this Willow Leaf Flying Knife are strong enough, it can only be used as a concealed weapon for a sudden attack. He still lacks a magic weapon that can be used to face the enemy head-on.

And among the four first-grade high-grade instruments, the only one that can be used to confront the enemy head-on is the horizontal knife, and this horizontal knife is rough in shape, very suitable for a body-training cultivator like him.

Shen Zhirui picked up the heavy horizontal knife, looked it over carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction.

The grade of this horizontal knife is extremely high, even among the first-grade high-grade magic weapons, it is top-notch, and it is on par with the flying knife on his body.

However, since he hadn't learned any decent sword skills, he had to go to the family's Sutra Library to learn some sword skills and martial arts before he could use the power of this horizontal knife.

As for the remaining thin silk thread and the heart mirror, Shen Zhirui also sacrificed them briefly and prepared them for use.

The thin wire magic weapon is not only concealed but also very sharp. It is a very good magic weapon for infernal people in battle, and the heart shield is better than the defensive magic weapon he was wearing before.

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The Cangjing Pavilion is located on the Independence Mountain in the east of Yuxiu Terrace. It is a magnificent two-story attic. It contains all kinds of exercises, martial arts, spells and other books collected by the Shen family over the past 200 years.

Since the Sutra Pavilion is the most important thing for any family, its importance is no less than the family's family library, and it is the foundation for a family to be neutral in this world of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, the Shen family also specially arranged a first-level middle-grade formation outside this Sutra Pavilion, and dispatched an elder who guarded the pavilion in the late stage of Qi training all the year round, which is enough to show that it attaches great importance to this place.

Shen Zhirui followed the quiet path to the outside of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, used his identity token to open the formation barrier at the door, and walked into it.

What caught his eyes were more than a dozen large bookshelves arranged in an orderly manner. Although candles were lit all around, it was still a little dim.

At this time, there were no other clansmen in the scripture storage pavilion, and it seemed extremely quiet.

He walked straight through the huge bookshelves, and soon came to the deepest part of the Sutra Pavilion.

I saw an old man sitting in the deepest part of the Sutra Pavilion. He sat cross-legged on a dilapidated futon with his eyes closed. His aura was restrained like an ordinary mortal old man.

"Big elder!"

Shen Zhirui bowed his hands to the old man respectfully.

It turned out that this haggard old man with white beard and hair was Shen Xiangyuan, the elder who guarded the scripture storage pavilion and the great elder of the family who seldom showed up.

It is said that this old man has a very high seniority in the family, and is the oldest among the existing seniors in the family.

And besides the current patriarch Shen Xiangchi, he is also the only one in the Shen family who is cultivating qi Dzogchen monks.

As far as Shen Zhirui knew, this great elder was also a figure when he was young, and he was a candidate who had a good chance of competing for the head of the patriarch.

But later, due to some unknown reasons, his temperament changed drastically, and he has been trapped in this scripture pavilion ever since, and it has been more than sixty years.

Over the past [-] years, generations of young clansmen have entered the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and they all know that the elder guarding the pavilion in the depths of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is a strange person, and they are very strict with each of them.

But they had to ask this elder for advice every time, because this elder could not only accurately tell the location of each book.

And he was able to guide their practice with an extremely vicious eye, as if he had practiced all the exercises or spell secrets in this Sutra Pavilion, and they had all reached a certain level.

Looking at the Great Elder in front of him who was shrouded in gloom, Shen Zhirui's mood immediately became heavy.

His parents died early when he was young, and he lived with his grandfather Shen Xiangchi since he was a child. Whenever his grandfather was busy with family affairs, he would come to this library to read various books.

When meeting him for the first time, he was curious about this old man who had been in the scripture cabinet all year round, but after a long time of contact, the original curiosity gradually turned into respect from the heart.

Although the old man has a staid personality and is extremely strict with him, he wants to do his best to teach him his own abilities every time he asks for advice.

Now this old man is getting older and older, and based on the lifespan of a Qi training monk of [-] to [-] years, his life is about to come to an end.

Shen Xiangyuan's closed eyes slowly opened, and a gleam of light flashed in the cloudy eyes, like a twilight male lion.

"Boy Rui, what's the matter?"

"Reporting to the Great Elder, this junior wants to find some sword skills and martial arts."

Facing the question, Shen Zhirui replied respectfully again.

"Knife technique."

I saw that Shen Xiangyuan pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"There are some in the second bookcase to the right."

After that, he took out another old book from under the futon, and handed it to Shen Zhirui.

"This booklet contains several sword techniques created by the old man, as well as the experience and insights left by the old man. You can take it and have a look."

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhirui quickly took the book, bowed again and thanked him:

"Thank you Great Elder!"

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(End of this chapter)