Chapter 86 "Snow Burial Record"
Outer Gate Kung Fu Pavilion.
Kong Ji stood at the gate with a strange expression, and next to him was Shangguan Yuzhou.
"Senior Brother Shangguan, the elder of the sect you mentioned wants to purchase this silver-splitting essence for his nephew, isn't he talking about Deacon Zhao Wei?" Kong Ji considered for a long time and squeezed out With such a sentence, I asked Shangguan Yuzhou.
Shangguan Yuzhou did not deny it. Seeing Kong Ji's strange expression, he asked with interest: "Do you know Deacon Zhao?"
"Of course I do!" Kong Ji's expression became subtle. When he got up, he could only say: "We are old acquaintances."
The Shuangshuang Yanglun Jing was purchased from Zhao Wei, and the "Xianji" was also borrowed from Zhao Wei.
Not only Kong Jiang had a profound influence on him.
Zhao Wei is also very unforgettable about his fear of Kong Geng.
"It would be better to know each other. Let's go, Junior Brother Kong, don't keep our elders waiting." Shangguan Yuzhou was completely unaware of Kong's helplessness. He waved his hand and took the lead.
Kong Zhi opened his mouth on the spot, and finally he had the courage to follow, but he thought in his heart: "Elder Zhao has long suspected that I have been to Shuangyue Altar. Now that my strength has grown so fast, I am afraid that he has been convinced. "But fortunately, the boss is suppressing this matter. I don't expect him to be able to do anything about it." The hall masters all had higher positions than him, but Kong Xian felt that with the title of the master, it would be no problem to restrain him.
Thinking about it.
He has followed Shangguan Yuzhou into the Kung Fu Pavilion.
Kong Ji looked around, but did not see Zhao Wei in a familiar position. Shangguan Yuzhou led him straight to a tea room inside the Gongfa Pavilion.
"Deacon Zhao, we are coming in." Shangguan Yuzhou called softly towards the tea room, and then he and Kong Ji entered the tea room space where the aroma of tea was already fragrant.
Confucius didn't have time to smell the scent of tea in the air that was obviously brewed from valuable tea leaves, so he looked inside.
Above the tea seat, the familiar figure of Elder Zhao Wei sat.
Beside him was a middle-aged man with a beard and a weathered face.
The man's facial features are somewhat similar to those of Zhao Wei. He must be the nephew of Deacon Zhao mentioned by Shangguan Yuzhou.
When Kong Xian saw Zhao Wei, the latter of course noticed him.
After seeing Kong Jiang, Zhao Wei was obviously stunned for a moment.
The first time he met Kong Jin was a year ago. At that time, Kong Jin was just a young monk in the third level of Yanglun.
Now, only one year has passed, and we are already in the sixth realm of Yanglun.
“This terrifying cultivation speed is simply a monster.”
After being stunned for a short time, Zhao Wei showed a meaningful smile again.
If he was just guessing before, then he is now convinced that Kong Jiang has been to Shuangyue Altar.
But the senior officials of the sect knew that this matter was suppressed by the head of the family, so Zhao Wei naturally did not dare to ask more questions.
"If the leader can handle matters personally, I'm afraid this kid has already caught the attention of the leader." Zhao Wei thought silently, and at the same time felt that this time the deal would be difficult to negotiate. He originally thought It would be cheaper to show off as a sect elder.
Who would have thought that the junior brother mentioned by Shangguan Yuzhou was actually Kong Jiang.
While Zhao Wei was thinking about how to negotiate this deal.
Kong Xian had already come closer, bowed to Zhao Wei generously, and said with a friendly smile: "Deacon Zhao, we meet again."
"We meet Mr. Kong again. "Zhao Wei responded calmly.
Both parties were seated at the same time.
It’s just that the transaction hasn’t started yet.
Kong Xian and Zhao Weigang were about to speak.
Some unexpected situations happened between Shangguan Yuzhou and the middle-aged man.
The first time Shangguan Yuzhou entered the tea room, his eyes were fixed on the man.
The latter’s eyes always follow Shangguan Yuzhou.
The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, or a rivalry between sword cultivators.
The two sat opposite each other, their eyes like sword blades, staring at each other. Unknowingly, high fighting spirit burst out from both of their bodies at the same time.
Just when the two of them could hardly restrain the urge to draw their swords.
"Zhao Huan!" Zhao Wei shouted softly, awakening the middle-aged man from his fighting spirit.
“Senior Brother Shangguan!” Kong Zhi’s palm suddenly placed on Shangguan Yuzhou’s shoulder, stopping him from making any move.
The two of them just woke up from a dream, and looked at each other again with solemn eyes.
“This Zhao Huan is not simple.” Kong Ji also squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the man in front of him.
Although Zhao Huan looks slovenly on the outside, there is nothing outstanding about his appearance.
But the sword never leaves his body, his waist is straight, his eyes are full of wind and frost, and he has the sophistication of an old swordsman.
Based on many years of getting along with Shangguan Yuzhou, Kong Xian was sure that this man and Senior Brother Shangguan belonged to the same type of people.
Since Shangguan Yuzhou woke up from the mine, his strength has skyrocketed, and few people can inspire his fighting spirit.
But this man's look almost made Shangguan Yuzhou unable to restrain himself.
While Kong Ji was studying it carefully.
"Senior brother, will you go to the fighting field to practice after drinking tea?" Shangguan Yuzhou smiled and invited Zhao Huan.
The latter did not hesitate, and responded succinctly in a deep voice: "Okay!"
"This is my nephew Zhao Huan, who has been in the Outer Sect for fifteen years. I have been practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years, but I have not found a suitable spirit of heaven and earth. He is arrogant, and ordinary spirits of heaven and earth look down on him, so he delayed." Deacon Zhao took a sip of tea and started to unfold this. trade talk.
"We sincerely want to buy this essence of silver. Mr. Kong, Mr. Shangguan, you make a price, as long as it is not too excessive, I, Zhao Wei, can accept it."
"Easy to say. That's easy to say!" Kong Jiang took a sip of tea and smiled kindly. "Are you kidding? There is a way of talking about buying and selling. Let me moisten my throat first, and then I can talk to you slowly." Zhao Wei's confrontation between two large and small foxes.
Shangguan Yuzhou and Zhao Huan seemed more interested in each other and almost did not participate in the conversation.
So in the tea room, I could only see Zhao Wei and Kong Jiang exchanging words with each other.
When it came to the excitement, Zhao Wei was a little bit blown away.
Kong Geng still has the virtue of cutting meat with a knife, smiling and saying nothing.
"Twelve thousand spiritual crystals! This is all the wealth that this deacon can bring out. No matter how high I am, there is nothing I can do about it." Zhao Wei raised his head, drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and gritted his teeth. The bottom line exploded.
Even though Zhao Wei is a monk in the Ascending Wheel Realm, there are also high and low levels of monks in the Ascending Wheel Realm.
He can only have one deacon at his side, but 12,000 spiritual crystals is already the limit of what he can bear.
“Deacon Zhao, the best character essence in our sect is Chaoyang Yiqi, who ranks twelfth in character. This silver-splashing essence is one of the best among the character essences in the entire Cangwu Sect. "Kong Zhen was still the old god, and he calmly took a sip of tea and explained: "If it is the essence of character suitable for sword cultivators, the essence of blooming silver is more precious than the Qi of Chaoyang."< br>
“In other words, its value is not enough to be measured by spiritual crystals alone.”
Kong Xian’s words, Zhao Wei doesn’t know that the essence of the human spirit, especially those like Zhang Silver Essence ranks so high.
There is indeed a price but no market.
After hesitating for a while, Zhao Wei forgot to take a look at the young man with a normal expression, and asked cautiously: "How are you doing?"
"It's not that I'm doing this, it's to see what Deacon Zhao is doing. How sincere. Can you come up with something that matches this silver essence?" Kong Xi calmly kicked the ball to Zhao Wei.
The scene fell into silence.
Zhao Wei's face looked ugly, and he did not expect Kong Ji to be so difficult to deal with, but he felt unwilling to give up the essence of blooming silver.
Once you miss the essence of heaven and earth of this quality, it will be difficult to encounter it again.
Zhao Huan is the younger disciple of the Zhao family who has the most talent in swordsmanship in the past two hundred years.
Whether it is for the Zhao family or for his nephew, he must win this silver-blooming essence.
Looking at Zhao Wei's silence for a long time, Kong Jin didn't rush him and waited patiently for the old man of the Cangwu Sect to hand over his real trump card.
Finally, Zhao Wei's eyes became firm, as if he had made some determination.
He asked Kong Zhen in a low voice: "Kong Kong, you are practicing the Ice-type Yanglun Sutra. Have you ever heard of "Snow Burial Record"?"
"Snow Burial Record?" Kong Zhi asked first. He frowned and quickly searched for memories related to this name in his mind.
Finally after a moment, the expression turned into shock.
“What Deacon Zhao is talking about is the magical power of Patriarch Xueyin, "Burial of Snow"."
Ancestor Xueyin, the 16th generation leader of Cangwu Sect, is dressed in ice and snow The magical power was all-powerful in Wudong at that time, and its reputation was only higher than that of Dongxian now.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Cangwu Sect’s current prestige is inseparable from the foundation laid by ancestor Xueyin.
He was known as the number one person in Wudong Bingzhi at that time.
The battle to become famous was the showdown with the most powerful person from the Evergreen Tree Sect in Wudong at that time, the Dingyue Sect.
A hundred miles of ice froze overnight, and the heaven and earth were frozen.
It is obviously a hot summer day, but there is a vision of being covered in silver.
Since this battle, the Cangwu sect has officially risen and become one of the three major sects in Wudong.
Zhao Wei asked Kong Jiang if he knew Ancestor Xueyin. I am afraid that everyone in the Cangwu Sect knew about him.
Even Shangguan Yuzhou had a look of admiration on his face after hearing this name. He was a senior figure of the Cangwu Sect.
As for Zhao Huan, after hearing the name of Patriarch Xueyin, his face showed a little pride.
Soon Kong Ji understood the origin of the pride on Zhao Huan's face, and Zhao Wei's voice rang in his ears: "Ancestor Xueyin is the ancestor of my Zhao family. His funeral record, It is included in the inner sect's ice soul. If you want to learn "Burial of Snow", I can help you apply to the sect as a descendant."
"Deacon Zhao!" No wait! Kong Xian responded, and Shangguan Yuzhou, who had never participated in the negotiations, suddenly spoke.
Looking at Zhao Wei with steady eyes, he said in a subtle tone: "As far as I know, no one has learned the magical power of Patriarch Xueyin since him. The reason is that there is no written text. According to records, as for the piece of ice that recorded the "Snow Burial Record", no one from the later generations has been able to decipher it."
"Do you think it is appropriate to exchange the essence of silver in this way?"< br>
Shangguan Yuzhou is not stupid, he is just too lazy to use his brain when Kong Geng is around.
The secret words spoken made Kong Ji's originally fiery expression immediately extinguish, followed by thoughts.
"No wonder, Zhao Wei and Zhao Huan are descendants of ancestor Xueyin, but they have not practiced "Snow Burial Record". Also, there must be a reason why they do not learn such powerful magical powers."
On the other side, After being exposed by Shangguan Yuzhou in person, Zhao Wei's old face had a faint look of sarcasm.
But it was quickly covered up, and he explained righteously: "The value of "Snow Burial Record" is immeasurable. Whether it can be learned depends on whether Junior Brother Kong has enough opportunities. I just provide it. For an opportunity to come into contact with it, I believe that many people in the Cangwu Sect will be willing to pay a high price for this opportunity."
"The value of the essence of blooming silver is immeasurable, and those who study "Snow Burial Record". What's the chance?"
"Kong, what do you think?" Zhao Wei looked at Kong Jiang with a smile.
He believed that no one could reject the "Snow Burial Record" written by ancestor Xue Yin, even if there was little hope.
Especially for people like Kong Zhen who practice the ice-natured wheel-raising realm, "Snow Burial Record" is a fatal temptation.
Zhao Wei seems to be sure of this.
Kong Xian didn’t understand Zhao Wei’s thoughts, but the reputation of “Snow Burial Record” was too great.
Even though he knew there was little hope, he was still eager to give it a try.
However, he couldn't let Zhao Wei take too great advantage. He took a deep breath and responded calmly: "The Snow Burial Record is certainly priceless, but if it is just a chance, it is too expensive to exchange for the essence of blooming silver."
“You have to add more money!”
(End of this chapter)