Xianye

Chapter 42 Jade Cell Mother Pool
"...What do fellow daoists mean?"

Rong Tuo resisted the tingling sensation on his scalp and asked.

"It's easy to say, I only have three conditions. First, if Tong Gaolu dies, I will not take any worldly goods, but his universe bag and other cultivation resources should belong to me."

Chen Heng raised a finger and said, "However, if it is something like Taoism classics, I can allow fellow Taoists to rub a copy, how about it?"

Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly.

"Is this the second one? I still need two thousand talismans to use up the rest of the fetus. The Rong family has enjoyed the country for more than three hundred years. Presumably these small coins are not in the eye?"

This statement came out.

Both Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao shook their heads and waved their hands at the same time.

Amulet money is hard-forged from the void aura, and it is the most comprehensive "Yuan" of the genus among the 12 kinds of aura. It can not only restore fetal breath and true energy, but also be used as currency in daily transactions.

As for Jindan Yuanshen real people, what they use is also called "Faqian", which is a higher level than Fuqian.

Two thousand talisman coins——

For the monks who practiced ordinary qi arts, this number is enough to make their qi practice breakthrough and reach a new level.

The money Chen Heng paid for his life in Diyuan was only [-] talismans and two bottles of Xiaobaiyang pills, which came from the private funds of the Xuanzhen sect master... For an ordinary casual cultivator family, [-] talismans is indeed a lot of money. A huge amount.

"Fellow Daoist thinks highly of me, Rong! The Southern Region is originally a poor land, lacking in inspiration, and Rong Country is only a small country, so how can we release all this blood?"

Rong Tuo hummed: "Can you cut it down a bit?"

"This transaction is a matter of back and forth. If you want to make a lot of money, you might as well speak up." Chen Heng smiled.

Rong Tuo hesitated for a while, but still tentatively stated a number. He really wanted to save some money for the Rong family, but he was worried that the cut would be too outrageous, and Chen Heng would directly beat him to death in anger.

The two sides argued a few more times, but in the end Rongtuo gave up first, cupped his hands and gave a wry smile.

"Let's not mention this second right. Let's discuss it in detail later. You may wish to open your mouth first and talk about your third condition."

"third……"

Chen Heng's eyes moved slightly, like a lake with jagged water under the warm sun, making people unable to tell whether it was still or moving, and said:
"This mortal spirituality is filthy and scattered, and it is difficult to gather. I wonder if I can use your 'Jade Mother Pool'?"

Although his voice was flat, it was like a thunderbolt, causing Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao's expressions to change instantly, and they took a few steps back.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Rong Tuo said without any hesitation in his voice, "The 'Jade Cell Mother Pond' is the foundation of the Rong family's life, fellow Taoists, please change it!"

Seeing such a reaction, Chen Heng was not surprised, and only chuckled.

There are as many as 12 kinds of spiritual energy in this world, which add up to one yuan, and the amount is also different, and the spiritual cave is the extreme of the world.

It swallows the void and envelops the five colors. It is the ultimate treasure basin for gathering inspiration, and the place for immortals to practice energy and lift clouds.

And under the spiritual cave, there is another spiritual vein.

The grades of Lingmai are divided into A, B, C, D, E, Ji, G, Xin, Ren, and Gui, which also coincide with the number of ten heavenly stems.

And under the spiritual vein is the "Jade Cell Mother Pool".

Although it is also a place for gathering spirits, it is not a natural thing, but a man-made thing.

Jade essence, agate, xuanying, ziying, yunfu and Jingru are used as the foundation, and the fire is kept closed for three years, the yin is hidden, and the yang is regenerated, and the fire is cultivated with no thought. The pekoe can transmit light for a long distance, and it can be regarded as a "Jade Mother Pond" if a master is invited to consecrate it.

Gathering places - spirit caves, tenth-level spirit veins, jade cell mother pool.

Although this "Jade Cell Mother Pool" ranks last, it is also a man-made creation, not a gift from God, but it is more or less capable of absorbing spiritual energy.

It can integrate the surrounding inspirations into a pool, breathe in and out, continuously, for people to practice qi.

It's just that it can't compare with the Ren level spiritual vein, even the lowest Gui level spiritual vein is better than it.

Countless casual cultivators from all over the Kyushu who do not have access to their spiritual veins are all trying their best to build a "Jade Cell Mother Pool" to be used as a family heirloom behind them.

The "Jade Cell Mother Pond" of the Rong family was created by the founding ancestor of the country. It has been passed down for more than [-] years, and it has nourished many Qi practitioners of the Rong family.

Hearing that Chen Heng wanted to enter his own "Jade Mother Pond" to practice, regardless of whether he was a disciple of the Great School, Rong Tuo's first thought was to refuse.

"I only need to practice for seven or eight days, and I won't use it much."

Chen Heng looked calm, and said: "In just a few days, apart from the effort of gathering energy, how many hours can I practice?"

When he said this, even Rong Tuo, who was originally resolute, hesitated, and Rong Xuantao, who was beside him, even faintly moved.

like……

Also makes sense?

It should be known that when practicing Qi, the most cumbersome thing is to select and screen from 12 kinds of spiritual energy.

The matter of collecting qi usually consumes [-]% to [-]% of the effort in a day's practice, and even the dull ones need to reach [-]%.

Sitting hard for a day, only a few wisps of fetal breath can be strengthened by practicing, it is better not to practice.

"Is it just seven or eight days? This is..."

Rong Tuo hesitated even more, he frowned secretly, while he was still pending, there was another gust of wind howling outside the hall, and a ray of light fell down the hall in an instant, lighting up the whole room red like wildfire.

In the red light stood a heroic young man, dressed in brocade and crowned with a sword on his waist, with a very generous and heroic demeanor.

He first looked at Chen Heng, his eyebrows were slightly suspicious, but after all, the city was deep, and he concealed it very well, and even smiled at Chen Heng.

"Fellow Daoist, please look, this is exactly my Rong family's unicorn!"

The appearance of this young man made Rong Tuo heave a sigh of relief, he quickly grabbed his hand, changed the subject, and introduced him to Chen Heng.

In the words, Chen Heng also learned that the young man's name was Rong Jin, and he was the current prince of Rong Guo.

Rong Jin didn't talk too much, but waited until Rong Tuo had finished his introduction, and then greeted everyone to sit down with a smile. Not long after, he suddenly raised his wine bottle and paid respects to Chen Heng from a distance.

"I heard that my elder brother is a disciple of the Great Sect. When I saw him today, I'm sure he has an extraordinary bearing."

He handed the wine bottle to Chen Heng: "Please drink a glass of thin wine!"

Rong Tuo laughed foolishly, but did not agree, and Rong Xuantao lowered his head even more, without saying a word.

Looking at the wine bottle flying towards the sky, Chen Heng understood in his heart that he was going to test him.

There are two types of fighting methods: literary fighting and martial fighting.

This wine bottle belongs to the class of Ya Dou, and Rong Jin's fetal breath is hidden at the bottom of the wine bottle. If you can't subdue the fetal breath while holding the wine bottle, the cup will burst and the wine will overflow in an instant. Make a big embarrassment in front of everyone.

Chen Heng was not afraid, but Shi Shiran stretched out his hand from the wide sleeve robe and held it in the palm of his hand.

Generally speaking, the next step should be to use one's own qi to subdue and then disperse the fetal breath. This is not only a test of the quality of practicing qi, but also a lot of care about the movement of the fetal breath.

If there is more force, the wine will flow out, if less force, the glass and bottle will be close to the chest, which is indecent.

But when Chen Heng was about to let out the fetal breath, his thoughts suddenly changed, and an inexplicable force was born in his body.

Under this capture, Rong Jin's fetal breath was like a mud cow entering the sea. After it all entered his body, there was no more movement.

"Wait, the zodiac sign of 'Taishi Yuanzhen'...is it still like this?"

Chen Heng was also shocked, but he noticed that the fetal breath was quietly staying in his body, like the spiritual energy absorbed in the past, it could be refined at any time.

He raised his eyebrows slightly imperceptibly, showing a bit of joy.

"It seems that we have found another way to strengthen the fetal breath."

While his thoughts were turning, Chen Heng kept moving.

He caught the wine bottle, smiled slightly, and stood up, his clothes fluttering, with an extraordinary appearance.

"Although this wine is good, but it lacks alcoholic flavor, courtesy is reciprocal, and I will offer a glass to a few fellow Taoists."

Chen Heng smiled casually, waved his sleeves, and the faces of several people who were facing the case changed instantly.

(End of this chapter)