Chapter 87 Xihuang Little Blessed Land
Of course Zhao Wei also knows that it is unrealistic to exchange a copy of the silver-splitting essence in Kong Xian's hands just based on an opportunity.
The two cheered up and started bargaining again.
In the end, the Blooming Silver Essence was sold on the condition of six thousand spiritual crystals, and Zhao Wei was asked to apply to the sect to observe the ice soul that recorded the magical powers of "Snow Burial Record".
Zhao Wei cared deeply about his nephew, even though he knew Kong Ji was a lion, he could only admit it.
In the end, the two parties happily reached a deal, and Zhao Wei paid six thousand spiritual crystals.
"I will submit the request to observe the ice soul to the inner door today. I believe there will be news in a month or two. Don't worry, my Zhao family, who is observing the ice soul, will not be harassed by the sect as long as I ask. I refused.”
Before leaving, Zhao Wei swore and promised.
"Senior Brother Shangguan, these spiritual crystals belong to you." At the entrance of the Outer Gate Kung Fu Pavilion.
Kong Xian held in his hand the storage bag containing the spiritual crystals that he had traded from Zhao Wei, and handed it to Shangguan Yuzhou together with the storage bag.
Shangguan Yuzhou had no objection to exchanging most of the value of the Blooming Silver Essence for an opportunity to watch the ice soul of "Snow Burial Record".
This actually made Kong Xian feel a little ashamed, and he didn’t even want the spiritual crystal.
Shangguan Yuzhou seemed to understand what Kong Xian was thinking, and instead comforted him: "Although the essence of blooming silver is good, for us it is just a relatively precious and unusable resource. We can exchange it for you. One chance, I think it’s worth it, don’t think too much about it.”
After saying that, Shangguan Yuzhou separated half of the spiritual crystal and stuffed it into the storage bag, and insisted on handing the other half to Kong Ji.
“Take it!”
Lingjing is of great use to Kong Ji who is studying alchemy. Looking at Shangguan Yuzhou’s insistent eyes, he can only accept it shamelessly. After getting off, he added: "I owe you."
Shangguan Yuzhou waved his hand indifferently, as if he was more interested in Zhao Huan, and under the gaze of Kong Xian, he moved towards following them from Zhao Huan, who came out of the Outer Gate Kung Fu Pavilion, warmly invited: "Senior Brother Zhao, let's go! Let's go and compete."
"I couldn't ask for more!" Zhao Huan had just obtained the Essence of Silver, but he hadn't had time to refine it yet. But he was still not afraid. After nodding solemnly, he and Shangguan Yuzhou left the Kung Fu Pavilion.
Kong Jin was left with a helpless look on his face, watching the two people's backs gradually walk away.
Of course he would not join in the fun.
"Are all sword practitioners a little crazy?" Kong Jiang sighed with emotion.
He was not very worried that Shangguan Yuzhou would be injured.
Don’t look at Zhao Huan’s eight cultivation levels of Yang Lun. Shangguan Yuzhou has just absorbed the essence of blooming silver and has made a breakthrough in swordsmanship. The ordinary eight levels of Yang Lun are really no match for him.
Compared with the discussion between the two, Kong Ji was thinking about the remaining three pieces of silver-splitting essence.
"There are still three copies of the Silver Blooming Essence, which cannot be sold in the Cangwu Sect. If I sell too much, I am afraid that I will attract the attention of the Ascended Wheel Realm. I will find an opportunity to deal with it later."
< br>"There is no rush to deal with things. In this world, the essence of heaven and earth is hard to find, so there is no reason why it cannot be sold."
After thinking about it, Kong Jin patted the three thousand spiritual crystals in his pocket and held them. He left the Kung Fu Pavilion with a smile.
With such a large amount of income in his account, he is now confident.
Now only two months later, Zhao Wei applied for the opportunity to observe Bingpo.
"Burning Snow Record! If I, a person who uses the essence of frost and snow to cultivate the wheel, can't break through that ice soul, then no one in the future will even think about it." When he thought of this, Kong Ji's eyes were bright. .
This is the reason why he agreed to Zhao Wei.
If anyone from the Cangwu sect today is most likely to decipher the "Snow Burial Record", then it must be Kong Jin.
Kong Jin did not want to go back to the cave, but took a big detour and headed towards the Zashu Building.
There is also a parchment map of unknown origin in his storage bag, which comes from the hands of Dou Xiao of the Blood Clothes Alliance.
In his memory, the book that recorded the map marks of the parchment scroll was in the miscellaneous library. Naturally, he wanted to take a look at it now to find out the origin of the parchment scroll.
How can I say that Dou Xiao is lucky enough to be able to put it in his storage bag? There must be something to dig out of this parchment.
After a stick of incense.
The familiar Zashulou appeared in front of Kong Jiang.
Looking at the place in front of him where he had stayed for two years, Kong Jiang felt inexplicably melancholy.
“A year ago, I was still waiting for the opportunity to come to me in the miscellaneous library. I was an inconspicuous little monk in the third level of Yanglun.”
"Now it only takes less than a year to reach the sixth level of Yanglun."
"Opportunities in the world are unpredictable."
While thinking about it, there was no one at Kong Ji's feet. He paused and walked into the library in a few steps.
The person who handed over the duties of the Miscellaneous Library to him was a female disciple, who had cultivated in the third level of Yang Lun, and her facial features were not bad.
It’s just that there are light spots on his face that look like sesame dots, which is called ‘Mengsha face’ by people in this world.
When Kong Jin entered the miscellaneous library, she was immersed in a storybook and was reading with gusto.
This scene seems familiar.
“Junior Sister Wei Xin,” Kong Xian greeted the female disciple with a smile. Her name was Wei Xin.
“Ah!” Wei Xin was startled by the sudden sound. After seeing that the person who came was Kong Ji, he patted his well-developed chest and said angrily: “Brother Kong, you are deliberately scaring me. "Junior sister's."
"Don't blame me, you are too absorbed." Kong Xin glanced at the storybook in Wei Xin's hand, which he had read.
Then he explained his purpose.
"I'm here to borrow a book. You go ahead and register it with you when I find it."
"Then please go find it yourself, Senior Brother Kong. You know the rules here. I won't say anything." Wei Xin naturally wanted it and continued to focus on the storybook in his hand with great interest.
I have to say that she is really suitable for this position. Among the books in the miscellaneous library, Kong Ji could tell their positions with his eyes closed.
I walked to a rickety bookshelf in a few steps and quickly found the book I was targeting for this trip, "Travel Notes of Dongsang".
Kong Jin casually opened the faded book cover, and his eyes quickly searched between the lines for traces of the patterns of birds and animals on the parchment scroll.
About the tea time.
Kong Zhen's focused eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally saw the pattern.
Compared with the patterns on the parchment roll, the patterns in "Dongsang Travels" are clearer.
It was a white skylark with a black beak and a few golden feathers growing upwards from its sharp eyes like a falcon, which looked quite domineering.
"That's it!" Convinced that this skylark was the bird and beast on the map, Kong Jian glanced at the words below it.
Deng Yunque, the demon king of the great realm is born from the palm of his hand.
It is rumored that he has thin phoenix blood in his body and dominates the demon realm.
Later, he was surrendered by Taoist Master Zhangjing, the owner of Dongsang Xihuang Little Blessed Land, and became the guardian spirit beast of Xihuang Little Blessed Land.
After Master Zhangjing passed away, his disciples embroidered the Skylark on the clothes of Xihuang Xiaofudi as a unique symbol of Xihuang Xiaofudi.
There are some insights about Xihuang Little Blessed Land later.
Xihuang Little Blessed Land has been inherited for more than 6,000 years. It is good at Taoism and has the top Taoism inheritance in Dongsang.
The disciples under his sect are all aggressive, and they are willing to fight against injustice. They have a good reputation in Dongsang.
It is rumored that the Luoxia Valley in the small blessed land of Xihuang breeds the essence of heaven and earth, Xihuang Luoxia.
They are the only two blessed places in Dongsang that can breed the essence of earth and heaven.
Kong Jin's eyes wandering over the books suddenly stopped, and then he fixed on the five words "The sunset in the west."
The news about this essence of heaven and earth also emerged in my mind.
The setting sun in Xihuang ranks among the ninety-seven of the best.
It is formed by the condensation of the setting sun and clouds in the sky and the earth.
Can breed Taoji, Xixia Taoji.
The foundation of the road is completed, accompanied by the vision of the setting sun and red clouds.
Those who raise their spiritual wheels with the setting sun in the west will have excellent blessings on Taoism. Even if they have not reached the stage of ascending the wheel, they can still fly in the air for a short time.
But the setting sun in Xihuang conflicts with the Ice Taoism, so you cannot practice Ice Taoism.
“There are more than one hundred and seventy kinds of local essences, and Xihuang Sunset Xia ranks at ninety-seven, which can only be considered to be of medium quality.”
"But in this world where the essence of heaven and earth is hard to find, it can be considered the best."
Kong Zhi thought about it in his mind while measuring the preciousness of Xihuang's setting sun.
“That map, could it be the road to Xihuang Xiaofudi recorded on it?”
Kong Jin had never heard of the name Xihuang Xiaofudi.
If it was really as famous as what was recorded in "Dongsang Travels", he would have probably not heard of it.
"How many years has it been since I wrote "The Travels of Dongsang"? In the world of cultivation, time is too cheap and there is no way to know."
"The Travels of Dongsang" about the Little Blessed Land in Xihuang There are only so many words, and Kong Ji could not find any other records no matter how much he looked through them.
I had to look back angrily.
The strange thing is that "Dongsang Travels" even records Xihuang Xiaofudi, but there is no mention of Shuangyue Altar and Guanghan Hall.
If you think about it, Guanghan Hall is older than the existence of Xihuang Little Blessed Land.
"The location recorded on that map, whether it is the Little Blessed Land of Xihuang or not, I will still go there if I have the opportunity in the future." After thinking about this, Kong Xian closed the "Dongsang Travels" again, walked to Wei Xin, and put down A spiritual crystal.
"Junior Sister Wei, I borrowed this "Travel Notes of Dongsang", please record it."
"Yes!" Wei Xin responded without looking up.
Kong Jiang could only wave his hand and say goodbye to Zhong Wei Xin who was still immersed in the storybook.
It was almost the moment Kong Jiang walked out of the Zashulou.
The moiré monument has changed.
'Looking for the entrance to the Little Blessed Land in Xihuang, you can get a chance value of +5'
"Hey, let me tell you, there must be a chance to dig out that sheepskin map." Feeling the cloud pattern monument Change, Kong Ji smiled silently.
As for looking for the Little Blessed Land in Xihuang, I’m not in a hurry.
Judging from the book "Travel Notes of Dongsang", the period when Xihuang Little Blessed Land existed has been quite a long time ago.
Almost all the monks who have been to Wudong for a long time have never heard of the name of that blessed place.
The geography of mountains and rivers has changed. If you follow the map to find it, it may be difficult to find it.
It will not be too late to look for him until Kong Ji becomes more advanced in cultivation and travels to Dongsang.
With a plan in mind, Kong Xian slowly disappeared at the foot of Zashulou Mountain with "Dongsang Travels" in hand.
(End of this chapter)