Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 166 Great-great-grandson: Is your fifth grandfather a fool?
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Just as Chen Xuanmo was at a loss, Chen Ningtai, Kou Qianjue and Lu Qingyao walked farther and farther away and disappeared around the corner of the street.

Chen Xuanmo wanted to use his heroic spirit to see what was going on, but...

No, this is too despicable, and it is totally inconsistent with Chen Xuanmo's image of being wise and brave. Even if he wants to understand the situation, he has to ask that rebellious son to come and report it on his own initiative.

Chen Xuanmo barely suppressed the thought of following the past, but his gossipy heart was not satisfied and he couldn't help but start muttering.

At this time, the Xuanmo Lingjian had been carried away from his shop by Chen Jingyun.

After leaving the street and walking quickly for a while, I arrived at a slightly remote and dimly lit street.

Chen Jingyun knew that this was called [Jinbao Street], a famous gambling street in Jinwufang City.

When he was young, he once won a piece of [Red Flame Gold] by gambling here. After nearly 20 or 30 years, this street has not changed much.

However, perhaps because it is close to the annual small fair at Jinwufang City, the flow of people here is much larger than the last time he came. There are also many more street vendors, and most of the shops along the street are already open.

As Chen Jingyun stepped into Jinbao Street, golden marks that were imperceptible to others quietly appeared on his forehead.

In Chen Xuanmo's vision, the golden mark emitted a soft light, flickering like the breathing of stars, and made Chen Jingyun's forehead shine with golden light, making him look like a man of great luck.

He understood that Chen Jingyun was already in a state of activated luck at this moment.

In this state, Chen Jingyun's luck will soar, and it will be extremely easy to trigger opportunities. Once the opportunity is obtained, the golden mark will collapse and disappear.

And Chen Jingyun has long been very familiar with this.

He cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and began to silently think about picking up treasures. He had a strong desire to pick up treasures. In addition, he was in this Jinbao Street, surrounded by gambling stalls and shops, so the probability of triggering opportunities to pick up treasures was the highest.

Of course, just because the probability is the highest does not mean that other types of opportunities will not be triggered.

Therefore, Chen Xuanmo just put on a golden mark to try his hand first, and then decide whether to put on an orange mark based on the triggering of the golden seal.

"Haha~ It's interesting."

Behind Chen Jingyun, Chen Xiuyang was waving a folding fan in one hand and pacing in square steps. A conspicuous wisp of white hair on his forehead swayed in the wind, and his eyes wandered over the dazzling array of treasures on the surrounding gambling stalls.

Some treasures look very beautiful, with sparkling spiritual light, and they are obviously "very valuable" at first glance, which makes people involuntarily want to spend spiritual stones to buy them.

Some treasures are just the opposite. They are gray and inconspicuous in appearance, without any spiritual fluctuations, but they are simple in style, and seem to reveal a hint of abnormality, which makes people want to stop and observe, and the more they look, the more shocked they become.

Could it be that this is some powerful treasure that has been covered in dust, or is it that the treasure has simply hidden itself and is looking for a destined owner?

There are also some inconspicuous corners of gambling stalls that seem to have an extremely obscure and difficult to detect aura.

There were also gambling stalls with two bricks casually placed under the feet of the table, but the dirt and weak spots on the bricks seemed to reveal a corner of some mysterious rune structure.

"Well!"

Jiang Xiaoyu spotted the blurry and difficult-to-recognize rune structure on the brick with his sharp eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting out in excitement.

She tugged at Chen Xiuyang's sleeve and excitedly whispered to him, "Brother Xiuyang, Brother Xiuyang, there's something wrong with that brick. Don't look at it randomly~~ Be careful not to be noticed by the gambling stall owner."

"What?" Chen Xiuyang looked confused.

"Brother Xiuyang, don't look around." Jiang Xiaoyu looked sneaky, and quickly pulled him aside, then explained in a low voice, "I recognized the vague rune structure. It is the unique mark of our Tianyuan royal family. This kind of brick is called Tianyuan Royal Brick. It is made of special spiritual soil and inscribed during smelting. It is extremely strong and can last for millions of years."

"This kind of Tianyuan Imperial Brick is extremely rare. It is only used in the most important buildings. That brick looks quite old. Maybe it is an Imperial Brick from an ancient building in the Tianyuan Dynasty."

"And then?" Chen Xiuyang continued to be at a loss, "Isn't it just a broken brick? Do you want to buy it and build a house?"

"Why are you so stupid~!" Jiang Xiaoyu hit him angrily, "The production of imperial bricks is limited. Even a new brick costs three spirit stones, and the royal family has strict control over imperial bricks and buildings. Even if some ancient imperial bricks are circulated occasionally, people will take the initiative to collect them and build a wall for their study, or build a small thing to show their taste and status."

"Let me tell you a number. Imperial bricks with a history of 3,000 to 5,000 years can be sold for 100 spirit stones, those over 5,000 years old can be sold for 300 spirit stones, and those over 10,000 years old will basically be put up for auction!" Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't contain his excitement and said in a voice transmission, "I think the rune structure on that brick is very ancient and difficult to identify. It may be an imperial brick from tens of thousands of years ago. We're going to get rich, this time."

"How can you recognize the rune structure of the imperial brick?" Chen Xiuyang looked at her suspiciously.

"I've known this since I was a child... I accidentally saw it in an ancient book." Jiang Xiaoyu hesitated to speak.

"Okay, since you like it, I'll buy it for you." Chen Xiuyang said, turning around and walking towards the stall.

However, before he could even take a step, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly pulled him back, and helplessly said, "The boss is using royal bricks to pad the corners of the table. He's obviously an amateur. If you go and ask for the price, won't you be exposed?"

"What should we do then?" Chen Xiuyang was also a little melancholy.

"I have an idea. We pretend to go shopping for something, and after some bargaining we are at an impasse. Then we casually suggest using the brick as a bridge."

"Xiaoyu, you are so smart."

Then, the two of them went to carry out the plan.

As expected, their plan was successful. After a while, they spent thirty spirit stones in exchange for an obviously fake water purification bottle, plus an extra brick.

"This vase can be used to place flowers at home. We have spent thirty spirit stones to buy a Tianyuan Emperor brick worth at least several thousand spirit stones!" Jiang Xiaoyu said happily, "Brother Xiuyang, you did a good job this time and smoothed things over in a timely manner. I was too concerned about the brick and was a little impatient, and the boss almost saw through me."

But before she could finish showing off, Chen Xiuyang's sister Chen Wenxue suddenly pulled Jiang Xiaoyu's arm and said cautiously: "Sister Xiaoyu, look back..."

She is the third child of Chen Xinyuan and Shangguan Wanqing. She is now about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is pretty and tender, and has a tall figure. Although she only has five spiritual roots, she is extremely popular in the marriage market because she is the eldest daughter of Chen Xinyuan, the legitimate son of the eldest son.

Ever since she came of age at the age of fifteen, countless families have sent matchmakers to propose marriage to her, including some from the upper Jindan clan. Even the Shangguan clan came to join in the fun, saying that they could choose a family heir with a distant blood relationship with Shangguan Wanqing as a husband for Chen Wenxue.

This time, it was a rare opportunity to come to Jinwufang Market to see the world, so she naturally came along.

When she pulled him, Jiang Xiaoyu subconsciously looked back.

Then, she saw that the gambling stall owner took out another "Tianyuan Emperor Brick" from somewhere.

It can’t be said that the brick looks very similar to Jiang Xiaoyu’s. It can only be said that they are exactly the same. Even the positions of the fuzzy spots are surprisingly consistent.

The gambling stall owner slowly and methodically stuffed the "royal brick" under the lame table as a cushion, and from a distance, he gave Jiang Xiaoyu a gentle smile.

"I #￥@!"

After being stunned for a few moments, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but swear, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up and fight.

"This black-hearted boss dared to cheat me. If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't even know how many horses the King of Horses has..."

But before Jiang Xiaoyu could rush to the stall, a young man in his twenties in brocade robe got there first and angrily rushed to the gambling stall.

"What a bold and black-hearted boss you are! You even dared to cheat me. If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how many eyes the Horse King has."

After saying that, he raised his hand, and with a "bang", a black thing fell on the table.

Looking closely, isn’t that just another ancient Tianyuanhuang brick?
What's even more outrageous is that the young man in brocade robe also had a strand of white hair on his forehead, and the position and color were exactly the same as Chen Xiuyang's.

The gambling stall owner had a calm expression and looked at the young man in brocade robe with a smile: "So, what should I do in order for you to forgive me?"

When the young man in brocade robe heard him say that, he thought that the gambling stall owner had given in, so he immediately raised his chin and showed a meaningful smile: "Return the money first, then pay compensation and apologize, and I will forgive you."

The young man in brocade robe was completely unaware of the approaching danger and remained arrogant.

However, the next moment, the gambling stall owner also showed a meaningful smile and waved his hand: "Alu, Ada, have a good talk with this young master about our rules."

"Yes, boss."

With a loud response, two middle-aged men as burly as iron towers emerged from the dark alley behind the gambling stall.

It was obvious that these two people were practicing the horizontal body training method, and their cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage!
They lifted up the young man in brocade robe from the left and right, and dragged him into the dark alley like a chicken.

Soon, the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard from inside, as well as the young man's shocked and angry shouts.

"Oh my, you are so brave. Do you know who I am? Oh my, please stop hitting me. I am the great-great-grandson of the crown prince of the Great Wu Kingdom. What are you doing..."

"Seek! Your! Own! Death!"

However, as soon as these words were spoken, the sound of fists hitting flesh became louder.

The gambling stall owner was amused. "The great-great-grandson of the crown prince of the Great Wu Kingdom, I'm really scared! Boy, let me tell you, even if your crown prince comes, it won't work at my stall. Hit me, keep hitting me."

As he spoke, the gambling stall owner Liao Laoliu glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu and Chen Xiuyang with a half-smile, and nodded at them politely and gently.

Some of the gambling stall owners around, as well as the gamblers passing by, turned a blind eye to this scene.

It's just a matter of slaughtering a fat sheep from outside the area. Who doesn't do the same?
Who among those who can set up a stall on Jinbao Street doesn’t have the support of the market leader?

"Brother Xiuyang, what should we do?" Jiang Xiaoyu felt a little guilty. He pulled Chen Xiuyang's arm and whispered, "This black-hearted boss seems to have a powerful backstage~"

She subconsciously looked around, trying to find her fifth grandfather Chen Jingyun, but couldn't find him.

It was obvious that he had already walked to the front a while ago, and now only Chen Xiuxu and Chen Wenxue were beside him watching the fun.

"Wow!"

Chen Xiuyang opened his folding fan, fanned it gently, and smiled meaningfully: "I saw someone stepping on an injustice on the road. I will go and rescue that brother first."

After saying this, his robe fluttered up, and gusts of breeze suddenly spread out with him as the center.

The next moment, he rushed into the dark alley like a gust of fresh wind, at a swift speed, with graceful and elegant movements, and every move he made seemed extremely calm, truly like a handsome and elegant gentleman.

To be honest, Chen Xiuyang still had some good feelings towards the young man in brocade robe. After all, they both had a tuft of white hair, which showed that this brother had extraordinary taste. "Stop, let my brother go!"

Chen Xiuyang's voice rang out in the dark alley.

There was silence for three breaths, and then Chen Xiuyang's scream was heard: "Ouch, oh, you are so brave, do you know who this young master is? Ouch!"

Jiang Xiaoyu, Chen Xiuxu and Chen Wenxue looked at each other.

This, he got beaten up already?

Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Even though my brother Xiu Yang has a mutated wind spiritual root and has extraordinary potential, his cultivation is only at the peak of the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage, while those two strong men with horizontal training are at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage.

If they were in an open area, Brother Xiuyang might be able to defeat them with his wind spirit root and long-range attacks, but this time they were stuck in a narrow alley... Sigh~
Chen Wenxue felt sorry for her elder brother and quickly said, "Sister Xiaoyu, what should we do now? How about the three of us attack together?"

As she said this, she looked at her second brother Chen Xiuxu again.

"Don't move, I'll go."

Jiang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and prepared to go to the dark alley to rescue Chen Xiuyang. She was a water-type cultivator with three spiritual roots, so she could stand at the entrance of the alley and spray them with water from a distance to distract their attention, and then take the opportunity to ask Brother Xiuyang and the young man in brocade robes to escape.

But before she could act.

Suddenly, a clear sound of sword came to my ears.

Then, a golden light flashed past her side, as fast as lightning, and then nimbly penetrated into the dark alley.

The clear sound of swords rang out in the dark alley.

Soon, the two strong men raised their hands and slowly retreated out of the dark alley.

In front of them, a flying sword emitting brilliant golden light was pointing its tip at them, forcing them out of the dark alley while "buzzing and trembling" as if it was scolding them for not having martial ethics.

Sweat dripped down the foreheads of the two strong men, and their legs felt weak.

This was a flying sword that could curse people. It was obviously most likely the legendary treasure that contained spiritual power. The two of them couldn't afford to offend it.

Undoubtedly, this golden flying sword is Chen Jingyun's Golden Sword.

Long before the foundation was built, the family used the [Gen Gold] seized from Xue Sanshisan and other rare materials to upgrade this golden sword.

In order to ensure that that rare spirituality would not be lost, the sect's top-grade spiritual furnace was also used.

Today's Golden Sword has been transformed into a top-grade spiritual sword.

In order to be promoted to a top-grade spiritual sword, the Golden Sword owed the family a large amount of contribution points, and had to work as a contract laborer for a long time.

"Hit me, hit me again~~!"

At this time, Chen Xiuyang, whose face was bruised and swollen, supported the young man in brocade robe, whose face was even more bruised and swollen, and limped out of the dark alley.

He was obviously furious. As soon as he came out, he pointed at the two strong men and yelled, "If you have the guts, come to the ring with me and I'll beat you to death."

"Okay, come here quickly."

A slightly majestic voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Chen Xiuyang's cursing.

Jiang Xiaoyu turned her head subconsciously and saw a figure in green standing not far behind her. It was her fifth grandfather Chen Jingyun who had returned at some point.

He waved his hand casually, and the golden sword flew back by itself, turning into a small sword and slipping into his clothes.

"Fifth Grandfather." Chen Xiuyang hurriedly supported the young man in brocade robes and ran to Chen Jingyun's side. Just as he was about to explain a few words, he was interrupted by Chen Jingyun raising his hand, "I don't want to hear your explanation, Xue'er, you say it."

"Ah I?"

Chen Wenxue pointed at herself in panic, looked at her eldest brother, then at her fifth grandfather, and finally avoided her eldest brother's gaze, lowered her head and recounted the whole cause and effect.

Chen Jingyun frowned slightly and looked at the owner of the gambling stall.

The gambling stall owner Liao Laoliu was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed heartily and said, "My fellow Taoist, I believe that as an elder you should know the rules of our Jinbao Street. Buying and selling depends entirely on your eyesight. Once you buy, you cannot return or exchange it."

As he spoke, he also deliberately exuded the aura of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Indeed, Jinwu Market is not a small place like Sheshan Market. If one does not have the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, how can one afford such a treasure gambling stall?

After a pause, Liao Laoliu smiled cheerfully and said, "Forget it, for the sake of fellow Taoists, I won't bother with these two kids. Let's leave it at that."

While saying this, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

This kid's spirit sword is actually spiritual. It must have some history. It's better not to offend him if possible.

However, based on this point alone, it is definitely impossible to scare Liao Laoliu. He has been hanging around in Jinwufang City for so many years, so his network of relationships is naturally very good.

Chen Jingyun ignored him and walked to the treasure gambling stall and looked through the dazzling array of treasures.

Liao Laoliu's eyes lit up, and then he squinted and smiled: "Why, fellow Taoist is also interested in my treasure?"

"Ah."

Chen Jingyun just hummed lightly and stopped talking, quickly browsing the stalls.

not far away.

The young man in brocade robe was stunned.

He couldn't help but poke Chen Xiuyang and whispered, "Brother, that's your fifth grandfather? Isn't he a fool? He knows that the owner of the gambling stall is selling fakes, but he still dares to join in the fun? Um... our royal family has a special doctor, how about I introduce your fifth grandfather to treat his illness later?"

"It's hard to say whether my fifth grandfather needs treatment, but I think you need treatment." Chen Xiuyang looked at his face, "I really can't tell that you look like the great-great-grandson of the crown prince."

"Haha~ You need treatment too." The young man in brocade robe was as happy as a fool and pointed at Chen Xiuyang's face.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Eh!" and asked in surprise, "You, you, you dyed your hair white too?"

"Are you surprised?" Chen Xiuyang blew on the white hair, then frowned, put his left hand behind his back, and said in a serious voice, "Since I, Xuanyuan Baifa, have returned from the demon world, I will never allow anyone to trample on any flower or grass in Tianlan Mountain."

The young man in brocade robe trembled and his expression became serious in an instant.

He seemed like a different person. He lowered his head and looked at the bluestone road sideways. He lowered his voice and whispered softly: "Three thousand years, three thousand years, Master, I, Xuanyuan Baifa, can still see you again."

The two seemed to have exchanged a secret signal, their eyes turned and their gazes seemed to collide and sparks flew in the air.

The expressions on their faces were full of excitement, and they asked at the same time: "You also watch "The Romantic Swordsman and the Pretty Master"? "

Jiang Xiaoyu and Chen Wenxue, who were standing by, were stunned and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on their bodies.

What the hell is this?

Chen Xuanmo, who was only in the heroic spirit state, suddenly had a stiff expression and looked a little embarrassed.

This title of book sounds so familiar. It seems like it was one of those little notebooks he made when he first came here to raise funds for his business.

This book mainly tells the story of a great swordsman [Xuanyuan Baifa], who unfortunately died while fighting against demons in the demon world. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been reborn three thousand years ago when he had just joined the [Tianlan Sect].

And Qiao Shizun, as the name suggests, is his master [Liu Qingyan].

She was a young and beautiful goddess-like master who died in her previous life to protect Xuanyuan Baifa... and then a series of stories about pretending to be awesome and then getting slapped in the face, and being a crazy master-protecting person, happened.

This thing actually spread to the world of immortal cultivation?

That plot...

Well, Chen Xuanmo feels a little embarrassed when thinking about it now, but he did it to earn some start-up capital at the beginning, so it’s not shameful!
Fortunately, no one knew that he was the author of these manuscripts, and no one could see him in his heroic spirit form, otherwise...

At this moment.

Chen Jingyun pointed to a worn-out book in the corner of the gambling stall and said, "I want this one."

There were several books that looked very old piled there, each of them was torn in its own unique way. The one he was pointing at was sandwiched between two books, with only a small half of it sticking out.

The stall owner Liao Laoliu perked up and looked at Chen Jingyun with a strange look in his eyes.

Isn't this a real fool?

However, no matter whether this man is stupid or not, he will not let go of the spirit stones he should earn.

"Fellow Daoist, you have good vision. This book is a good thing..." He immediately introduced it eloquently, and finally said, "Since this treasure is destined to be with you, I will only take 500 spirit stones from you."

He held out a hand.

Chen Jingyun also stretched out a hand: "Five Spiritual Stones."

Afterwards, the two of them pulled each other, and Liao Laoliu earned five spirit stones with tears in his eyes.

When Chen Jingyun paid the spirit stones and got the tattered book, the golden mark on his forehead suddenly burst and turned into golden light and disappeared into nothingness.

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(End of this chapter)