Chapter 174 Sword, Feng Anshan
After receiving the instructions from the eldest lady, Xiaocao hurriedly found the stall of Chen Jiuge and others.
Xiaocao opened her hands to stop the trio who were about to close the stall and said, "Wait, you can't leave?"
Chen Jiuge looked at the strange girl in front of him with a question mark on his face: "This fellow Taoist?"
"My young lady, I invite you to the Lin family." Xiaocao found that her current posture was a bit indecent, so she stopped her hand and said softly.
"I'm not interested, I won't go." Chen Jiuge didn't want to have anything to do with the forces here. To be precise, Chen Jiuge was trying his best to avoid getting involved with other forces during this experience.
No matter what Xiaocao said, Chen Jiuge remained unmoved and followed him until Fengming Tower was stopped by the monk guarding the gate. Xiaocao then stamped his feet in frustration.
However, I was relieved in my heart. This monk was unwilling to see the eldest lady. Doesn't that mean he didn't expose his first-class makeup skills to deceive the eldest lady?
With worries in mind, Xiaocao returned to the Lin family with heavy steps, shook his head at Lin Ziyan and said, "Miss, he doesn't want to come."
After asking again and again, Lin Ziyan was a little annoyed. He even invited him personally, but he didn't even come. It was so disrespectful.
Chen Jiuge didn't care whether he gave someone face or not. Anyway, setting up a stall this time showed that the scabbard demon and the stone grinding demon were very popular, especially the cold-faced sword cultivator who suddenly showed that shocked look, which made Chen Jiuge very satisfied.
How could the monk be so cold? It looked so disharmonious.
In order to make the world of monks better and to make Fengming City more harmonious, Chen Jiuge took advantage of the gap between the major shops to increase the prices of these two spiritual beasts, and carried out a super sweep, preparing to give Fengming a better life in the next five years. Mingcheng is a bit shocked by the beast breeder.
Five years have passed quickly, and it has only been a few months since the spiritual energy of Tianjian Mountain broke out.
At this moment, Fengming Immortal City can be said to have gathered a large number of sword cultivators, not just casual cultivators, but also small forces with average strength. Occasionally, some disciples from large sects will come to join in the fun.
Chen Jiuge met one.
"Fellow Taoist, I think your abilities should not be wasted on these low-level spiritual beasts. You have greater value." The middle-aged monk with a serious face said seriously.
"Fellow Taoist, if you want to buy a spiritual beast, I welcome it. We are not very familiar with the others." Chen Jiuge declined politely.
The middle-aged monk just shook his head when he heard this, and immediately introduced himself: "I know your name is Chen Jiuge, and this is Qin Ming. Now we know each other."
Chen Jiuge's mouth twitched. Are these swordsmen so weird? What kind of acquaintance is this?
"Fellow Taoist, I am from Wanjian Mountain. I would like to invite fellow Taoist to cultivate more advanced scabbard demons and grinding stone demons for us." Qin Ming said seriously.
Chen Jiuge waved his hands repeatedly to indicate his refusal, but Qin Ming just stood at the edge of the stall and refused to leave.
Looking at the serious-faced sword cultivator, Chen Jiuge touched one of the most beautiful sword scabbards and said, "Fellow Taoist, you said I was wasting my time by cultivating them?"
Qin Ming looked at the excellent-looking Scabbard Demon among Chen Jiu's singers and said, "Yes, fellow Taoist's ability requires at least cultivating higher-level Scabbard Demons, so that fellow Taoist's talent can be brought into play."
Chen Jiuge shook his head and said, "What do you think of the scabbard demon in my hand?"
"Of course it's excellent, but the quality is a bit off."
"I heard that most sword cultivators cultivate their natal spiritual swords from the lowest level. Why can't the scabbard demon do the same?" Chen Jiuge asked rhetorically.
"Because it is a spiritual beast, we sword cultivators don't need any external force. They just need to conceive and raise our spiritual sword."
"Are Fellow Daoist Qin's words going too far? So what if the scabbard demon is a spiritual beast?" A young monk who was selecting the scabbard demon at the stall said with some dissatisfaction.
"He Jiansi?" Qin Ming recognized the young monk in front of him.
"It's me, Qin Ming, you are still so extreme. It seems that you failed again this time." He Jiansi disagreed with Qin Ming's words.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, if you have time for a drink, I like what you said very much. Why can't the scabbard demon grow together with spiritual swords and sword cultivators?" He Jiansi finally selected a snow-white scabbard demon. Put down the spirit stone, leave a few words and leave.
In the past five years, Chen Jiuge has developed scabbard demons suitable for spiritual swords of various attributes, so the colors of the scabbard demons are also very rich.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, I'm going to close the stall." Chen Jiuge began to clean up the stall.
He paused before leaving, then turned around and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, I think whether it's a sword or a spiritual beast, as long as you love and trust them with all your heart, they will reward you accordingly."
Qin Ming looked at the sword in his hand, then at Chen Jiuge's back, and suddenly remembered what his ancestor said to him.
"Qin Ming, maturity is not something you can achieve by changing your face to look like middle age. You are too persistent. It is right that sword cultivators should focus on swords, but what about other things? Can't sword cultivators use other magic weapons? When you are about to When you die, you don’t use other spells?”
"Go and take a look outside. When you understand, then go back to Qin's house."
In fact, this is not Qin Ming's first experience. Counting the previous times, Qin Ming no longer knows how many years he has been wandering outside.
As the most talented person of this generation of the Qin family, many of his peers have become immortals, but Qin Ming himself has always been in the inner demon tribulation and cannot get over it. If he hadn't been the Heavenly Sword Saint Body that contains the sword heart, he would have been there long ago. He died because of the inner demons.
"Am I wrong? If you don't practice swordsmanship, you just practice swordsmanship. This is the truth." Qin Ming looked at the gray spirit sword in his hand, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.
The spirit sword also made a sound of sword sound appropriately, which seemed to be in response to Qin Ming's words.
As soon as Chen Jiuge arrived at Fengming Building, he saw He Jiansi waving to him in the hall.
"I didn't expect to meet again so soon." He Jiansi looked at Chen Jiuge in surprise. Fengming Tower is not a place that a casual cultivator who sets up a stall can afford, even if it sells excellent quality sword scabbard demons and grinders The same goes for Chen Jiuge of Stone Demon.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, why don't you have a few drinks with me?" He Jiansi invited.
Chen Jiuge thought for a while and thought that he really had nothing to do. Dabai should still be setting up a stall, and Yuemeng had sold out the stalls in the morning and took Xiaoqi and the others to play.
"Can."
He Jiansi was very enthusiastic and kept toasting to Chen Jiuge. Unlike the sword cultivators he met while running a stall in the past few years, those sword cultivators not only had sharp auras on their bodies, but also had cold hearts.
But He Jiansi was different. His aura was very soft, and his behavior was also very warm.
"Fellow Daoist He is also a sword cultivator?" Chen Jiuge asked curiously.
"Of course, Brother Chen thinks that I am different from other sword cultivators."
Chen Jiuge nodded.
"There are two types of sword cultivation. The first one is more about swordsmanship, the second one is more about love. In fact, there is a third kind, but that kind is not something ordinary people can practice."
"Most of the people I meet are of the first type, and I happen to be of the second type." He Jiansi said with a smile.
"Extreme love?" Chen Jiuge suddenly remembered the extremely passionate swordsmanship in the novels of his previous life.
"That's right. Compared to sword cultivators like us, who are extremely passionate about swordsmanship, our early stage strength can only be said to be average. In the later stage, it also depends on how strong your emotional abilities are, and the difficulty of training is also greater." "This path. The only advantage is that we still look like human beings," He Jiansi said casually.
Chen Jiuge was silent and raised his glass to He Jiansi.
Immortals and immortals, immortals are in front and humans are in the rear. Many monks do not regard those mortals as the same kind. This is something Chen Jiuge cannot understand.
After briefly talking about the art of swordsmanship, He Jiansi changed the topic to the scabbard demon.
The two of them had a good impression of each other, and their chats were extremely harmonious. After learning that Chen Jiuge wanted to enter Tianjian Mountain, He Jiansi warned: "If you enter Tianjian Mountain, you don't have to worry about anything, just keep walking up. Remember, you must use walking, if you use any magic weapon or magic to go up the mountain, haha."
Although he didn't quite understand it, Chen Jiuge still said that he knew it.
As the date of Tianjian Mountain's sword energy eruption approaches, Fengming Fairy City becomes more and more lively, with more and more foreign monks of all kinds on the streets.
In Sanxiufang City, Chen Jiuge once again sent away an eldest young man from a noble family who wanted to make a circle. Chen Jiuge didn't understand. They were just a group of third-level sword scabbard demons. Can they leave some for other casual cultivators who always wanted to make a circle? Others It’s not like I can’t see that you have a lot of spiritual stones.
"Fellow Taoist, I want this scabbard demon, can you keep it for me for a while?" A burly figure stood in front of Chen Jiuge's stall and said in a deep voice.
"Okay." Chen Jiuge put the scabbard demon behind him without raising his head.
The big man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chen Jiuge to be so easy to talk to. He hesitated and said: "Fellow Taoist, are you not afraid that I will lie to you?"
Chen Jiuge then raised his head and said, "Can you do it?"
The burly man smiled boldly: "My name is Feng Anshan, fellow Taoist, I am determined to be your friend, hahaha."
Looking at Feng Anshan who was laughing and leaving, Chen Jiuge shouted: "My name is Chen Jiuge."
"knew."
An hour later, all the scabbard demons and grindstone demons on the stall were sold out, leaving only one shiny black scabbard demon, which was the one Feng Anshan chose.
"Fellow Taoist, how many spiritual stones does this scabbard demon have?"
"Not for sale."
Most casual cultivators would shake their heads and leave when they see this. Even those with some strength would at most ask a few more questions, and forget it when they see Chen Jiuge's resolute attitude.
It's just that Lin Jianwei doesn't think so.
"Why are you setting up a stall here if you don't want to sell it? I want this scabbard demon boy back." As he said this, Lin Jianwei stretched out his hand to snatch it.
A mere god-transforming cultivator dares to refuse this young master. If fighting was not allowed in the city, he would have been destroyed by you long ago. However, it would be a good idea to wait for this casual cultivator to leave the city and then send someone to take care of it.
"Click"
Feng Anshan rushed back in time to grab Lin Jianwei's hand and made a bone-breaking sound: "This is mine."
Then he put the body of a spirit tiger on his shoulder on the ground and said, "It should be enough to exchange for this beast."
Chen Jiuge looked at the corpse of the spirit tiger on the ground, which was probably a Mahayana cultivator. He twitched the corner of his mouth. This man was a bit strong. This spirit tiger was beaten to death without any traces of magic on his body.
"Okay." Chen Jiuge nodded silently and handed out the black scabbard demon in his hand.
Lin Jianwei, who held his hands and stepped aside, saw the monks from Wanjian Mountain approaching and sneered: "Damn it, you dare to do something here, you are dead."
"I don't think so, what do you think?" Feng Anshan stared at the monk Wan Jianshan coming over with his big eyes.
Lin Jianwei wanted to say harsh words, but he was taken away by the monks from Wanjian Mountain who came over.
"Hey, are you mistaken? He was the one who made the move first. Hey, hey, are you blind?" Lin Jianwei struggled hard with his feet dangling in the air.
As a result, one of the monks thought he was too annoying and knocked him out with a sword slap.
"Elder brother, let's go first."
"You are Wanjianshan's eldest brother, Feng Anshan, the man with the heavy sword!!!!" Chen Jiuge said in disbelief.
This is a character who exists just like Wu Daotian, the senior brother of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. He is even more famous than Wu Daotian to a certain extent, and may also be stronger.
"Fellow Taoist, we monks do whatever we want." Feng Anshan happily took out a piece of rare Heart of the Earth and stuffed it into the mouth of the scabbard demon.
Chen Jiuge's brows jumped when he saw it. Brother, this is just a third-level scabbard demon. Are you sure it can be eaten?
In the end, the scabbard demon still ate it, but the originally slender body of the scabbard became round. Can the sword still be inserted into it?
"Not bad, not bad. I'm very satisfied with this scabbard. I'll be ready after digesting a few hundred more." Feng Anshan looked at the round scabbard demon and was very satisfied.
"Fellow Taoist, have a drink?" Feng Anshan invited.
"good."
Private room in Fengming Building
Chen Jiuge looked at Feng Anshan and couldn't understand. Senior Brother Wan Jianshan, who was a heavenly cultivator, would lack a good-looking scabbard demon and would turn around and treat himself to a drink. This was simply a science fiction movie.
"Fellow Taoist, don't look at me like that."
"Everyone who knows me knows that I am an easy-going person. I only care about things that meet my eyes, whether it is making friends or a scabbard demon."
Feng Anshan said slowly.
"Feng Feng." Chen Jiuge didn't know how to address him.
"You can call me Fellow Daoist Feng or Brother Feng, but I still like others to call me Brother Feng." Feng Anshan raised his eyebrows.
"Brother Feng, I'm just a little surprised. You are very similar to my senior brother from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. If you two met, you would definitely hit it off." Chen Jiuge had no intention of hiding his identity from an immortal.
"The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, no wonder they can cultivate such a pleasing sword scabbard demon. I remember that this time in Tianjian Mountain, your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect also has disciples. I even met them on the road. They will arrive in a few days." Feng Anshan Recalling the man and woman he met on the road.
"That's it. I don't know if I know them." Chen Jiuge wasn't very excited. After all, there were so many disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and he only knew a few of them.
Although Feng Anshan doesn't care about status, Chen Jiuge still cares a little. He can't be so big-hearted and have an equal relationship with an immortal. If he accidentally fails to control his magic power, you will be shattered to pieces.
Therefore, Chen Jiuge was still a little restrained in this wine party. Even the others hid in the cave after knowing that Feng Anshan was Wanjianshan's senior brother.
You can't afford to offend such a big shot, so let's leave it to the master to socialize.
(End of chapter)