Chapter 568 Selling the Thunder Talisman
When Motai Mountain was founded, a small grand celebration ceremony was held on the main peak, Motai Peak. Unexpectedly, ten years had passed since it was held again.
In ten years, Motai Mountain has undergone earth-shaking changes.
From a fairy sect with only two or three people, and the head teacher was just a foundation builder, we have come step by step to where we are today.
The outside world is surrounded by mummies.
No one knows whether Pingduzhou can survive this wave of corpses.
In addition, there are six generals who are secretly controlled by the actual controllers of Pingduzhou. It is indeed not easy for Xianmen to grow to this day.
Song Yunxi’s arrangement was very appropriate. After all, the Nie family was one of the three major families in Beiyue City, and all kinds of talents who were proficient in this field were on the battlefield.
There is a lot of wine, food, singing and dancing.
Soon, everyone including Ling Zhifu at the foot of the Immortal Peak knew that the Immortal Sect had the power of Nascent Soul.
Everyone celebrates.
The people of the Immortal Sect celebrated on the Xuanxiao Peak, and they, the spiritual cultivators, also gathered in groups and enjoyed the fine wine and food given to them by Mount Motai.
This was the first time He Zhiping drank Xianke wine. Although it was only brewed by first-order spiritual plants and mixed with some second-order spiritual plants, it was enough to make him fascinated.
"Stop taking a few sips! That's mine!"
Miao Chen and he also experienced many ups and downs along the way.
From Qingyang Sect at the beginning to Motai Mountain now, although I have never been able to worship the Immortal Sect and become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, it is enough to witness the demise of one Immortal Sect and the rise of another Immortal Sect. Let them become legends among Ling Zhifu.
"Senior He, did you really survive the pursuit of the Shennong Sect?"
"How can it be false?"
Facing the juniors When asked the question, He Zhiping blew his beard and raised the corners of his mouth, looking contented.
Twenty years have passed, and the next generation of Ling Zhifu has grown up. A few of them have become immortals, while the other part still inherits the mantle of their parents and works with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky. live.
Mentioning what happened back then, Miao Chen on the side suddenly became excited: "Let me tell you, there was a guy named...what was he who farmed with us at the time? Old He, what was his name?"
< br>"Chen Mo."
"Yes! The man named Chen Mo..."
The two of them sang and harmonized, and with your words and my words, they renewed the only things they had talked about over the years. Again.
As for the people listening?
Except for those descendants of Ling Zhifu, everyone else had heard the ear cocoon and had long been disinterested.
Of course, for them who farm at the foot of the mountain day after day, what is there to brag about?
While Miao Chen and He Zhiping were describing their words eloquently and with great joy, a young Ling Zhifu suddenly asked in doubt: "Senior He, Senior Miao, how did I hear about our headmaster of Mount Motai? What about the surname Chen?”
“What’s wrong with the surname Chen?”
“But it seems to be called Chen Mo”
The speaker's name is Xiang Jifu, who is also a descendant of Ling Zhifu.
About a year ago, I was lucky enough to be selected in front of the Great Elder Chuan Gong, but after some consideration, I still declined.
“You fart!”
Suddenly, He Zhiping became irritable.
The strength of the eighth level of Qi Refining was also fully demonstrated at this moment.
It's like being so angry after your carefully crafted story is exposed, it makes people stay away.
"Okay, okay, you may have remembered it wrong." Miao Chen tried to smooth things over, "Besides, there are many people with the same name and surname."
They comforted each other. , the two started drinking again.
It’s just that the taste of the wine seems to have changed.
……
On Xuanxiao Peak. Female nuns from the Nian Yu Sect sang and danced.
They demonstrated their skills vividly. The elders, hall masters, and some core disciples of Motai Mountain sat in a circle, and the table was filled with various spiritual fruits and vegetables.
Song Yunxi watched with the greatest enthusiasm.
He was so excited that he even took the initiative to dance with the female nuns regardless of his identity.
Nie Songzhi, Li Tingyi and others looked a little reserved. As long as the Nie family did not integrate into the Immortal Sect, they would be considered dependent on others.
Qi Chen, Qian Zhong and others in the Corpse Exorcist Hall all had their eyes widened.
Have they, who are cultivators of the dead, ever seen such a scene? In the early years, let alone female cultivators, even women shunned them.
Over the years, I have become accustomed to rolling my eyes.
However, at this moment, even though they were covered in rotten flesh and exuding an unmistakable stench from time to time, no one showed even a trace of disgust.
This made Qi Chen and others feel even more determined.
"How is it? Are you interested in it?"
Chen Mo smiled and patted Qin Xi on the shoulder. As his only true disciple, his status in the immortal sect is Exceptionally high, except for a few elders, it must be him!
However, since the other party has always been rooted in the spiritual field, only a few people in Motai Mountain know him.
At this moment, many disciples started to inquire.
Qin Xi shook his head repeatedly, looking very uncomfortable.
He wanted to bury himself under the table. This kind of scene did not suit him at all.
Now, he just wants to return to the spiritual field and record the growth of spiritual plants.
"No need? You are still young..." Chen Mo continued to tease.
At this time, a female cultivator from the Tianxiang Pavilion of the Nian Yu Sect came over dancing. She understood the eyes of the headmaster and stretched out her slender jade fingers to hook Qin Xi's chin.
And the next moment, he shrank back as if he was electrocuted, and said continuously: "Master, Master...Father, I'm going...back to the ground."
Qin Xi wanted to leave now, but I dare not leave at will without Master's consent.
It wasn’t until Chen Mo nodded that he ran away quickly.
This scene also made the people of Motai Mountain remember Qin Xi, the only disciple in this immortal sect who can enter and exit the main peak at will except the headmaster!
Of course, as the protagonist of Daqing, the green and red snake demon never put down the wine glass in front of him.
However, these wines cannot make any trouble for their huge bodies.
The red snake demon quietly observed everything around him, and gradually he seemed to have a completely different vision than before.
The banquet lasted for two days.
After the mess, Motai Mountain returned to normal.
Cultivation practice, farming practice.
Qi Chen also took over the second mission and led another group of teams to start their recharging journey.
In just one day, another five hundred high-grade spiritual stones were received. This speed is much faster and more reliable than digging fourth-level spiritual ores.
After accumulating two thousand spiritual stones for several days, Chen Mo took out a Yin-Yang sound transmission tube.
One is in his hand, and the other is in Liu Yulin's hand.
"How is Brother Liu doing lately?"
The other end was obviously dazed, but soon realized who was looking for him.
"Brother Chen?"
"It seems that Brother Liu is such a noble man who forgets things."
"What the hell!" Liu Yulin sighed, "Nowadays, I It’s not like you don’t know the situation in Duzhou, we are also very anxious.”
“Just in time, I have something good to sell you!”
(End of this chapter)