Chapter 93

A deep green true qi suddenly exploded from the Qiankun bag, like a thunderbolt on the flat ground, trying to shatter Chen Hang's palm, but it was ultimately powerless. After being pressed slightly, it dissipated like collapsing clouds and fog, unable to block anything.

After Chen Hang solved the restriction of this Qiankun bag, he looked inside and saw that it was just some talisman money, talisman tools, and so on. There was nothing strange, and even a few bottles of elixirs were only dim in spirit light, obviously of low quality.

He shook his head, put them away, picked up another Qiankun bag, and continued to break the restrictions left inside.

In this trip to Huaiwu Cave, four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Blood Lotus Sect alone died, and the number of Qi cultivators was unknown.

Especially Qin Xian, who was at the second layer of Foundation Establishment, had an exceptionally wealthy family background. Just counting the talisman money roughly, it was a number of six or seven thousand.

Although these were all shared equally between him and Yuan Yangsheng, each got half.

But this sum of wealth still made his Qiankun bag, which was almost bottomed out due to Qi cultivation, quickly become full again, so much so that one Qiankun bag couldn't hold it at all, and he had to take out a new one to handle it properly.

This went back and forth.

By the time Chen Hang finally finished counting, two hours had passed in a hurry.

"Thinking carefully, since the beginning of cultivation, the few times my family background has been abundant, they have all relied on fighting and killing..."

Among the floating wealth counted today, there was not only a huge amount of talisman money, but also countless high-quality elixirs, talismans, Dao arts, array plates, etc., as well as some miscellaneous things. Although the value was not large, it was rich, and it could be regarded as a plaything.

Seeing Chen Hang nod, Ancestor Fu Can couldn't help but rub his hands excitedly, full of hope.

Whether it is Fu Can, the previous life, or the people who watched the moon together under the moon in the ancient times, how many people have survived to this day? Are they not all a handful of yellow earth?

First, he received the Earth Abyss Talisman, obtained the Great White Yang Elixir bestowed by Ai Jian to prolong his life, then opened the Golden Cicada, cultivated the embryonic breathing, and finally, in order to avoid the Yan family such as Yan Feichen, he finally went down the Great Gan Mountain.

Just driving the clouds to climb onto the tea table, smacking his lips, and sticking his head out to drink from the teacup that was large enough for his current small size to be used as a bathtub.

The previous life was also occasionally spent in punishment.

"In the past, when the Ancestor talked to me, he always stopped halfway, and refused to continue, asking me to guess for myself."

"..."

Even if that Zhanzhu sword was among the mid-grade talisman tools, it was not common.

Since coming to this world, it is not just the embryonic breathing method of "fear of life and death, self-attainment of gods", Xu Zhi has really helped me a lot, and it is not just once or twice.

Chen Hang said indifferently: "This time it's the Ancestor's turn, you might as well guess."

That sword scripture is taken from the thorough meaning of "the Big Dipper is the image of the monarch, the master of the stars", which is very high-level and does not flow into vulgarity.

Wind, tide, insects, fish, mountains, mist...

Chen Hang let out a long breath and got up from the meditation cushion.

To this day, although he is only a tiny Qi cultivator, he is still as insignificant as an insect or mosquito in this immortal world.

Chen Hang's eyes flashed with thought, and he nodded.

"This sword is top-notch and can be used. It can be given to Xiao Xiao Shixiong Xu Zhi after returning to the mountain. He is just missing a sword, so it can be regarded as a favor."

"It's no longer necessary. Now, just wait for the day after tomorrow at the Shen hour, when the Palace Master of Taifu will give a lecture to the top three direct disciples..."

At this time, Ancestor Fu Can suddenly poked his head out and muttered:

And the Beidou Sword Talisman given to me by the Palace Master of Taifu is a sword qi hit into it by a sword cultivator who has achieved the "Beidou Xingbei Sword Scripture", using the talisman as a carrier.

"Then, what about the matter of you borrowing my appearance?"

"Youth does not come again, the day is hard to have a morning..."

Only a pair of eyes flashed with unclear light, like the ripples of a lake.

Thinking of this.

"With the Ancestor's ability, why do you need to ask me about such things?"

"Eight Sects Xuanmen..."

Opened the round window behind him, the sound-insulating prohibition was lifted, and the heaven and earth that had been detained for a long time were suddenly put into the room.

"Uh... that's not..."

Even Chen Hang was speechless for a while.

It's a pity that the Hehuan Sect had its mountain gate broken by the Yuchen Sect thousands of years ago, and had to go far to Xisu Continent. Now it hasn't recovered its vitality, and even the Huzhao Sect has suffered a big loss... Otherwise, with your appearance and heart for the Dao, you would definitely be the "Immortal Small Medicine" in the Hehuan Sect, a character that even the Palace Masters would compete for, so how would it be the turn of Fu Can?

The sword is named "Zhanzhu", about eight feet seven inches long, two fingers wide, decorated with a colored bead and four-colored jade on the handle, the whole body is like a candle light dragging in the emptiness, clean as if washed, showing every detail, the material is only second to the Qinglu sword of Chen Hang, extremely sharp, piercing the skin and bones!

Thinking back to the situation in the previous life where he was bedridden for many years, rarely seeing the light of day outside the house, and could only wait for death day by day.

He sighed again.

Chen Hang stood in front of the window for a while, motionless, his face was calm and silent, unable to see joy or anger.

Chen Hang was slightly surprised when he heard this: "Are they all as high-minded as the Ancestor?"

By the time Ancestor Fu Can reacted, Chen Hang had already lowered his eyes and entered meditation.

The sound of the river shaking the pillow, a river of waning moon, flowers full of ground, full of green mountains.

"Kid, although you are destined not to have the fate to enter the eight major sects to cultivate the Dao in this life, the Ancestor will still tell you the truth. My Huaiwu Cave is famous for not causing trouble, and there are few disciples in the sect. This generation of disciples doesn't even have a shadow yet, so there is no trouble, but other sects, the fighting between the sects is extremely tragic...

Only then did he smile, scattered all the thoughts surging in his chest, and set his divine will.

Today, his financial resources can be considered the most abundant among Foundation Establishment Daoists.

This is a festival used by several places in Rong Country. It was originally used to pray for children and wash away dirt. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has gradually become a day to pray for marriage.

Chen Hang said indifferently:

Living a new life, luckily coming to this immortal world of Nine Continents and Four Seas.

What are you? Are you worthy of taking him as a male favorite! Your current appearance of being close to women, the Ancestor estimates that 80% is your disaster. You are young and reticent, very boring! Not lively at all!"

In the distance, there were still a few extremely remote musical sounds blowing with the wind, revealing a lazy and festive joy, mixed with firecrackers and a few bursts of laughter, the piano sound was as warm as water, as if unstained by dust.

The next day, being hugged by Chen Hang after the anger disappeared, weeping and applying medicine by himself, had already become common...

To this day.

It was just that Chen Hang didn't pay attention to those at that time, and swept past, not staying in his heart.

But the meaning between the lines clearly wanted to borrow Chen Hang's appearance to go out and play, and have a good collision with the Hehuan Sect now in Xisu Continent!

Chen Hang tapped the carved window lattice with his knuckles, subconsciously following the faint piano sound, suddenly, he thought that it should be the "Fengsi Festival" in a few days.

"However, Xiao Xiao Shixiong has that sword technique that is almost divine in the secular world, the ultimate limit of 'killing in ten steps', I still haven't touched the door... and I am a Qi cultivator, but I can't afford a top-grade sword, only holding an iron sword for self-protection."

That Zhanzhu sword can be regarded as a token of my heart.

What I seek! Only the longevity that I couldn't seek in my previous life!

The few apricot trees in this inn grew as tall as the eaves, the branches were curved and slanted in front of the window, like dark purple dragon scales, with a wild posture, but the few fine flowers on them were lush and small, burning and gorgeous.

Chen Hang sighed in his heart.

"Ancestor, guess."

However, during the fight, Qin Xian was first fixed by Yuan Yangsheng with the Ten Directions Clean Eye, and then was directly blasted into blood mist by Chen Hang with one punch. All his means were too late to be displayed, and naturally he couldn't use any sword techniques.

Two days have passed, and it is time to go to the Palace Master of Taifu to listen to the lecture.

But if we talk about the most precious thing in this wealth.

And the Hehuan Sect fell, so the fun of the entire Dongmi Continent for Ancestor Fu Can was reduced by half, far less fun than before.

"Human life is like morning dew, the moon shines forever, the scenery does not wait for people, and the hair becomes silk in a moment..."

The Qiankun bag became wealthy...

Longevity!

Chen Hang shook his head, no longer thinking about it, put away the Zhanzhu sword lying on his knees, and took out the Beidou Sword Talisman given to him by the Palace Master of Taifu, which is said to be produced by the Five Light Sect.

Chen Hang held a long sword flashing with cold light, as clear as snow and frost, in his hand, raised it to his eyebrows, and placed it between his eyes.

Pacing to the window, looking at the waning moon in the sky like a hook, ten thousand points of clear light are bright.

He stared for a long time, his mind condensed slightly, and thought in his heart:

"What kind of words are these!" Ancestor Fu Can stared.

In the middle of the sky, the moon tonight is like last night, and the bright light is also the same as the eternal, but people are as impermanent as mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening, unable to enjoy this long-lasting scenery.

Ancestor Fu Can's eyes were straight.

A few breaths later.

It is rumored that there is a great supernatural power in the Five Light Sect, named "Beidou Xingbei Sword Scripture", which is a sword Dao method specifically cultivated. After great completion, just by emitting a sword intent of one's own, it can fill a world with light qi and cut off all living beings who go against one's own will.

Wiping his beard, he started muttering to himself again.

Although this is said to be high and strong, it was the property of the Palace Master of Taifu after all, so it must be guarded against—

Only longevity that shines with the sun and moon and is constant with heaven and earth!

Just by using embryonic breathing to urge it, the sword body was about to make a clear and high-pitched sound like a crane, as if it would break through the air at any time to cut off a skull, the killing intent was cold and chilling!

Ancestor Fu Can was not unhappy at all.

Seeing that Chen Hang did not answer.

A few months ago, when he went down the mountain to escort the coffin of his clan brother Chen Ze, he was also penniless, not much better than Xu Zhi.

At this time, the laughter and music came again, accompanied by the sound of the tide like a drum. Chen Hang listened quietly for a long time, then closed the round window and sat down on the meditation cushion again.

It wasn't until he summoned a few heart-like targets in the True Dharma Realm, used the sword talisman several times, and saw that the results were all blood-stained on the ground, and he didn't see any strangeness in himself, that he was slightly relieved.

The time of the "Fengsi Festival".

"Who could have expected? I'm afraid that when I was struggling to survive in the water prison, I didn't dare to think so... I, Chen Hang, would actually have today..."

"..."

Ancestor Fu Can stared:

"Huaiwu Cave is an orthodox sect! It's not a demon sect! It's a famous orthodox sect that has existed since the ancient Dao court era! You also know that I am a senior? Orthodox seniors can't do such things!"

It is said that since the fall of the Hehuan Sect, no one in the entire Dongmi Continent can hold the banner of the double cultivation path. Longluan Temple, Queyin Sect, etc., are all inferior goods, only getting a little bit of skin, far from understanding the true truth of the double cultivation path and the harmony of yin and yang, and deserve to be chased and beaten like stray dogs.

Chen Hang smiled: "Ancestor cannot borrow my appearance."

Overbearing and peerless, cruel and sharp!

The previous life was not interested in joining such excitement, and never participated in it once when he was in the Chen clan.

The day before yesterday, he was still being beaten until blood flowed and skin was torn.

In the memory of the previous life, every time this day arrived, young men and women of appropriate age would hide a flower branch in their sleeves and participate in the sacrificial ceremony of worshiping heaven with their elders. On the day of the "Fengsi Festival", there would be firecrackers, fireworks, and lantern parades. If the men and women exchanged the flower branches hidden in their sleeves after the lantern festival in the evening, it would be mutual affection, and the parents and patriarchs of both sides would choose an auspicious day to perform the three betrothals and six rites.

It was obtained by Chen Hang from Qin Xian's Qiankun bag. Judging from the various pearls and jade carvings on the sword handle, it was obviously the favorite of that second-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It wasn't until he heard the music at this time that he suddenly remembered and thought of a general idea.

He rolled his eyes at Chen Hang, sighed helplessly, turned over and fell into the wine jar in the corner, lying on the edge, ignoring everything, and continued to drink like a cow.

And by the time he was snatched to the Xuanzhen Sect by Fu Can.

"Impossible."

"You are a senior of Huaiwu Cave, a background of eight sects and six schools, even if you take it without asking, what can I do to you?"

After he left Chen Hangpeng, the islands he saw along the way, whether it was water pavilions or palace buildings, were all hung with red silk and satin, a grand and joyful scene of lanterns and festoons, thinking that this was preparing for the "Fengsi Festival".

"You kid, you are really like a jade mountain on the side, shining on people when close, and your style is very high..."

But it was not a magic robe or spirit medicine, but the sword lying on his knees...

"With Xiao Xiao Shixiong's temperament, he likes quietness and dislikes movement, I'm afraid it's difficult."

Xu Zhi, Tu Shan Ge, Yangshan Daoist, Rong family... until the various things in this Daojun Fu Yu Lake.

And time passed in a hurry, like water without traces.

Two refining forms, eleven spirit treasure prohibitions!

Ancestor Fu Can got up from the tea table and asked curiously: "Her heart is obviously tied to your heart, what about you? Have you ever been moved by her? Even for a moment?"

Seeing that Chen Hang still had the momentum to continue cultivating.

"By the way, what are your thoughts on your good Senior Sister? I told her to stay away from you, but that child didn't take my words to heart at all!"

Every time the "Fengsi Festival" arrived, although Fu Can would occasionally hand over flower branches and gifts, because he always got a cold face, and even couldn't avoid being sarcastically mocked by the previous life, and in a few words, he could often provoke Fu Can to great anger.

Chen Hang put down the sword in his hand, laid it on his knees, and said in his heart.

Wonderful sounds and all phenomena, like a jade plate pouring real pearls.

The various things in this Daojun Fu Yu Lake will eventually come to an end."

Chen Hang suddenly had a trance-like feeling as if he were in a dream.

Once activated, even a low-level expert in the Purple Palace Realm would end up with his body split in two, and he would definitely not be able to get any good.

In an instant.

Longevity.

But after several fights.

From the moment he lived a new life and came to this Xudu Heaven.

The struggle for the Great Dao is everywhere. If the disciples of such major sects fight, it is even more cruel than other small families. Although they cannot exceed the rules due to the sect rules, it can't be called a harmonious atmosphere!"

"I initially thought that your eldest brother was romantic and a true immortal, and no one in the vast Nine Continents and Four Seas could compare, but after seeing you these few days, I realized that you actually suppressed him, a real dragon-like appearance!

"If the matter of taking without asking is spread out, how can you let me mix in this Xudu Heaven? Does the Ancestor not need a face?"

However, it removed the bitterness brought by the Cold Fighting True Qi, and it was no longer a miserable situation where even if the mountain wind blew, he felt cold to the bone, and his blood seemed to be stiff.

Ancestor Fu Can hesitated for a moment, scratched his head, and answered truthfully:

Thinking carefully.

At the end of the words.