He just returned with his sword. Compared to his previous pursuit of Fan Yunluo, Chen Ping'an deliberately took to the air a little higher. As expected, the golden elixir ghost who was named in the White Cage City quickly took the lead and left.
It's not that Chen Pingan didn't want to pay a price, he tried to get it all in one pot, or at least he should have a fight. Originally, this trip to Qinglu Town was Chen Pingan's first choice for this group of evil things running in the south of the Ghost Valley.
However, the emergence of Pu Chun, the lord of Bailong City, made Chen Pingan change his mind. The words recording this heroic spirit in the "Xinxin Collection" were almost cumbersome, one by one, and no words were spared. Chen Pingan initially
When reading this book, I almost thought that the monk from Pima Sect who wrote "Xinxin Ji" was an admirer of Pu Chun.
The beautiful words in the book, which seemed to have the smell of blood between the lines, did not affect Chen Ping's decision. The only thing that really made Chen Ping peaceful was the four words, Nascent Soul Peak.
Since the other party finally showed up in person but did not choose to take action, Chen Ping'an was willing to take a step back.
Chen Ping'an looked at the jade-like white bones all over the ground, no less than twenty sets, killed by the Sword Immortal and Chu Yiwu. The ghostly souls of these women in the city had long since dissipated, and had become the source of the Yin Qi of this small world.
Chen Ping'an was about to collect these bones into something close at hand, when he suddenly frowned. The sword fairy was about to leave, but after thinking about it for a moment, he paused for a moment and put away most of the bones, leaving only six.
Seven gleaming white bones were in the forest. Then they wielded their swords very quickly and left Crow Ridge quickly.
Seeing the two figures on the narrow path in the distance, Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy. He sheathed his sword, put on his bamboo hat, and let it fall to the ground in a secluded place. He walked to the road and stood there, quietly.
Waiting for the Taoist couple to approach, the man and woman also saw Chen Ping'an, and just like before, they planned to go out of the path and pretended to be looking for some herbs, rocks, and soil that could be exchanged for money. However, they found that the young ranger had just picked them.
The bamboo hats did not move. The couple looked at each other and felt helpless. They had no choice but to walk back to the road. The man was in front and the woman was behind. They walked towards Chen Pingan together. It was a blessing, not a curse. It was a curse that could not be avoided. They were silent in their hearts.
Pray to Master Sanqing for protection.
After the pair of Taoist couples approached, Chen Pingan held a bamboo hat in one hand and pointed to the dense forest behind him with the other, and said: "Just now in Crow Ridge, I had a vicious fight with a group of fierce ghosts. Although I narrowly won, the escaping ghosts were extremely dangerous.
If you are not afraid of being implicated by me and want to continue traveling north, you must be more careful."
The pair of Taoist companions looked at each other with miserable expressions.
The toll paid by the archway building is five snow cents per person, which is okay, but rootless five-level cultivators like the couple are not Qi practitioners who are proficient in ghost magic.
After entering the Ghost Valley, I was consuming spiritual energy all the time, not to mention it was physically and mentally difficult. I even bought a bottle of expensive elixirs for this purpose, just to be able to go as far as possible in the Ghost Valley and visit some inaccessible places.
The place needs to be replenished by unexpected gains, otherwise if it is just for stability, it should choose the road to Lanshe Town that was ruined by the predecessors.
As long as you can become a monk and set foot on the road to immortality, some people will be fools, especially those who work as wild monks to make money. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as exhausting their efforts and exhausting all their mechanisms.
The couple's faces turned pale, and the young woman tugged at the man's sleeves, "Forget it, it's fate. It's better to practice slower than to die."
The man shook his head, held the woman's hand with his backhand, and said softly: "You can't wait any longer. The water is full and the moon is full. If you delay it any longer, it will only harm you, and a good thing will turn into a disaster."
The man let go of her hand, faced Chen Pingan, his eyes were determined, and he clasped his fists and thanked: "On the road of spiritual practice, there are many unforeseen circumstances. Since our husband and wife are in a low realm, we can only resign ourselves to fate. I really can't blame the young master. Zhuo Jing and I are still the same.
I would like to thank you, Master, for your kind reminder."
Chen Pingan asked: "This lady is about to enter the cave realm, but due to her unstable foundation, she needs to rely on fairy money and magic weapons to increase the possibility of breaking through?"
The woman sighed softly.
The man nodded and said: "Young master, you have a keen eye, it is indeed true."
Chen Pingan asked: "I would like to ask, how big is the gap?"
The man said helplessly: "For us as a couple, the amount is huge, otherwise we wouldn't have gone through this ghost valley. We really had to brave the ghost gate."
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "How much fairy money is the difference?"
The man hesitated for a moment and said with a bitter look on his face: "To be honest, we, my husband and I, traveled to more than ten countries in the past few years and chose from thousands of places before we finally found something that was most suitable for me at a fairy shop west of Skeleton Beach.
Jing Lianhua’s natal artifact is already the most reasonable price, but it still costs 800 snow coins. This is because the store owner has the heart of a bodhisattva. He is willing to keep the spiritual artifact that has no worries about sales. It only requires us and his wife.
Within five years, the two of us had collected enough fairy money, so we could buy it at any time. We are both casual cultivators in the Lower Five Realms. We have traveled to markets in various countries over the years and are willing to make any money. But we are not good at it, so we are still short of five.
A hundred snowflakes cost money."
The woman's heart is filled with sorrow.
In fact, my husband still had something to say, which was really hard to say. This time, in order to earn 500 snow coins to enter the Ghost Valley, the bottle of pills used to replenish qi cost more than 100 snow coins.
The money they earned during their trip just now, converted into immortal money, would cost less than a piece of snow.
Money in Ghost Valley is so easy to earn.
They saw that the young ranger in blue shirt with a sword on his back seemed to be hesitating about something. He stretched out his hand to hold down the scarlet wine bottle on his waist. He must be thinking about something.
The couple stopped talking about anything, so as not to be suspected of complaining. On the way to practice, the wild cultivators met gods with higher realms. It was already a great blessing that both parties could live in peace. They did not dare to expect more. After many years of wandering under the mountain
Jiang Hu, these two Taoist couples are used to seeing scenes of wild cultivators dying violently. They have seen it so many times that they no longer even feel the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.
When the young ranger raised his head, both the couple felt nervous.
Chen Ping'an asked: "I entered the Ghost Valley this time for experience. I had no intention of seeking wealth at first, so I didn't bring anything to hold anything. I never thought that I was inexplicably attacked by a fierce ghost in Crow Ridge before.
Although the siege has endless consequences, it can be considered a small gain. Do you think this will work? You and your wife happen to be carrying a big box. Even if you help me take away the bones, I estimate that you can sell them for a few dollars.
A little money, over there in Naiheguan market, you can sell the bones first, and then wait for me for a month. If you wait for me, you can share 20% of the profit. If I don't show up, then you don't have to.
Wait for me, no matter how much fairy money you sell it for, it will remain the private property of you and your wife."
The woman was stunned, and when she was about to speak, the man took her hand, squeezed it tightly, and stopped talking, "Master, have you ever thought about it, if we sold the bones, got snow money, and walked away, Master, how could you
Aren’t you worried?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since I dare to do this business, am I afraid that I won't be able to find you two wild cultivators afterwards?"
The man asked again, "Why doesn't the young master just leave the Ghost Valley with us? We and I will work as porters for the young master and earn some hard money. As long as we don't lose money, the young master can also sell the bones himself."
Chen Ping'an frowned and said: "I said, the trip to Ghost Valley is to hone one's cultivation, not to seek wealth. If you are worried about traps, just give it up."
The man glanced at the dense forest in the distance and laughed loudly: "Then I will go to Crow Ridge with the young master. A windfall from the sky is such a beautiful thing. If you miss it, wouldn't you be punished by God? You just have to be careful.
We, the couple, must have been waiting at Naiheguan Market for a whole month!"
The man could not tolerate his wife's refusal, so he asked her to take off the big box, carry one in each hand, and follow Chen Ping'an to Crow Ridge.
When he saw the five white bones in excellent condition, he was dumbfounded and carefully packed them into wooden boxes.
The young man wearing a bamboo hat squatted not far away and looked at some rusty armor weapons.
In the end, when the pair of Taoist monks each carried a heavy suitcase on their backs and walked on the path back, they both felt as if they were in a different world and couldn't believe it.
The man was silent for a long time, then grinned and said, "It's like a dream."
The woman whispered: "Is there really such a good thing in the world?"
The man looked back and saw that the man was no longer there. After turning his head, he consoled him: "Experts act unexpectedly. Let's just treat it as if we have met the Sword Immortal."
The man gradually came back to his senses and said in a low voice: "Think about it, how many mountain and wild cultivators dare to say, 'You can sell it for a few small summer coins no matter what'? Can we say it with such a tone? That's it.
Can you say that it is so natural to pretend to be false to this young master? I guess this person must be the direct disciple of the sect's head fairy mansion, and definitely not the wild cultivator we first guessed, so he can be so generous and act like this
The style is so heroic. And the words that threaten us, listen, the keeper is a genealogy master with an amazing family background,"
The woman thought for a while and smiled softly, "Why do I think it was that young master who said some of his words to us on purpose?"
The man grinned and said, "How can there be a cultivator who works so hard to be a good person? It's strange. Could it be that we burned incense devoutly at the Yaoyinghe Temple before and the spirit appeared?"
The woman smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case?"
Chen Ping'an stood on a high branch, looking at the couple's retreating figures.
His eyes were warm, and he did not look away for a long time. He was leaning against the tree trunk. When he took off the sword gourd and drank wine, he smiled and said: "City Lord Pu is so leisurely and relaxed? In addition to sitting in the White Cage City, he also has to accept the influence of the Southern Skin City.
Pay tribute and pay filial piety to the eight cities in the inner city. If the "Xinxin Ji" is written correctly, this year happens to be the day of collecting money once every Jiazi, so it should be very busy."
The man in green clothes and white bones stood on a tree not far away and said with a smile: "A Bodhisattva's heart cannot live long in the Ghost Valley."
Chen Pingan asked: "I understand. I am curious about why I am clearly not a swordsman, but I can skillfully control the sword behind my back. I want to see how much of the spiritual energy I have consumed in my natal acupoints? Can Lord Pu decide?
Are you taking action?"
The city lord nodded and said: "I'm a little disappointed. The spiritual energy has not been lost much. It seems to be a semi-immortal weapon that recognizes its master."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "I am of such a low level, but I have such a good sword, City Lord Pu is really not tempted?"
Because the lord of Bailong City does not seem to have any murderous aura or intention.
It is easy to hide murderous intent, but hard to conceal murderous intentions.
The Nascent Soul Heroic Spirit of Bailong City, whose real name was Pu Juan, was one of the few Qi practitioners who watched the monks join the battlefield during the heart-wrenching melee between the nations. In the end, he died in the encirclement and killing by a group of earthly immortals from various countries. Pu Juan
It's not that there is no chance to escape, but for some reason, Pu Chun is exhausted and refuses to retreat. There is no answer to this matter in the "Xinxin Ji". The writer even pretends to be a private person and writes a few digressions in the book, "I once entrusted the leader of the Zhu Sect.
, when visiting Bailong City, I personally asked Pu Chun, a Nascent Soul cultivator with great potential, why he begged for death on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, but Pu Chun ignored it. It is a pity that this case has been pending for thousands of years. "
These are naturally good words.
To be continued...