Half a month later, Xia Chen arrived at a town called Maple Forest City, nearly a thousand miles away from the Zhengxuan Sect.
The process of going down the mountain went smoothly. Originally, Xia Chen was most worried about Han Dongyu's obstruction. Unexpectedly, when Han Dongyu heard his request, he was just slightly startled and agreed without saying anything.
Xia Chen was quite surprised, but after thinking about it, he was relieved. Han Dongyu still thought that he was poisoned by Ziwu Heart Stinging Poison, so he naturally wouldn't worry about him losing control.
As for the sect, there are no objections. Although Xia Chen has been practicing for less than half a year, he is a genuine acquired fifth level, so of course he can receive the mission.
Especially after the battle with Chu Zhentian, the fourth level of Houtian cultivation force defeated the sixth level of Houtian in half a step. The supernatural monks including Zhan Kongchen and others were shocked, and they paid more attention to Xia Chen than ever before.
Before leaving, Xia Chen made a special trip to Chen Qiu Shui and asked the senior sister to help take care of Sun Li, Chen Lie and Fang Qiu when he left, so that he could leave with peace of mind. Chen Qiu Shui readily agreed.
The task Xia Chen received this time was to help a small affiliated cultivating family solve its difficulties.
The Zhengxuan Sect is one of the seven sects of the Liang Kingdom. There are many small cultivation organizations or casual cultivators within thousands of miles who want to rely on this big tree.
The so-called affiliation means forming an affiliated relationship. As long as a certain amount of practice resources are handed over to the Zhengxuan Sect every year, you can get the protection of the Zhengxuan Sect, or directly raise the banner of the Zhengxuan Sect.
Of course, the Zhengxuan Sect does not accept all training organizations as affiliated relationships, but must pass assessments. Many tasks come from the assessment itself, or from straightening out the relationships among these affiliated training organizations.
This small cultivating family is a family surnamed Li. The head of the family, Li Dongkui, is only a third-level cultivator. It is said that he was threatened by several other cultivating families, so he asked his eldest brother Zhengxuan to send him to calm down the situation.
Walking on the noisy street, looking at the bustling crowds, Xia Chen suddenly felt a familiar relaxed feeling. It seemed that he was back in the past when he was working as a handyman. He often went to the city like this and was busy purchasing vegetables, cloth, salt and tea sets.
etc.
It's just that at that time, he only purchased things to serve the practitioners of the Zhengxuan Sect, but now, he is saving others as a practitioner. The identity is different, the purpose is different, and the state of mind is different.
Xia Chen suddenly had a clear understanding, what is the so-called practice? It is nothing more than detachment! Detachment from the current circle and jump into a broader world.
In his eyes, there is a huge gap between these ordinary mortals and him, but in the eyes of the magical monks, he is no different from these mortals. And above the magical monks, whether there are more powerful beings depends on the magical powers.
Are monks like ants?
Is there even a supreme existence that has transcended life and death, does not fall into reincarnation, and is immortal, just above the sky, looking at the vast earth and all living beings with a silent and indifferent gaze?
Practicing hard is just to take the difficult road against heaven and reach the realm of supreme brokenness.
Under the enlightenment, Xia Chen suddenly felt that his state of mind had become purer than ever before. It seemed that it had been refined, pure and full of cohesion, and his heart towards the Tao became more firm than ever.
Moreover, with this understanding, his already rapid progress in cultivation actually showed signs of faint breakthroughs.
It seems that going down the mountain to practice is good. Just feeling different will cause changes in the state of mind and promote cultivation, Xia Chen thought to himself.
"Brother, come here and take a look. I have everything here. Whatever you want, I guarantee your satisfaction!" Suddenly, a loud voice sounded beside me.
Xia Chen was startled, and then he noticed that he had walked into a market without knowing it. People were coming and going, and vendors were selling their goods along the street. It was very lively.
In front of him was a wrinkled, dark and thin old man, about fifty or sixty years old, smiling broadly. In front of him was a stall filled with nameless ornaments and ancient books.
Xia Chen smiled slightly and couldn't help but get curious. He was not interested in the ornaments, so he casually flipped through the old ancient books.
At first glance, Xia Chen couldn't help but be shocked. These ancient books turned out to be some prestigious exercises, and they were far beyond the exercises he was practicing now.
"Brother, it seems that you are also interested in cultivation? Then you can buy books from me! The exercises practiced by several major cultivation families in Maplewood City were all bought from the old man. Later, they became successful in their cultivation.
Ascension is a matter of course." The thin, black old man boasted proudly.
Xia Chen looked at them one by one, and saw all kinds of magical skills such as stepping into the sky, flying to the sky and hiding from the earth, photographing objects from the sky, resurrecting the dead...it was all there, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Could it be that I have become a frog in the well? Have these peerless skills that even magical monks find difficult to practice have begun to be sold all over the street?
When he opened it, Xia Chen burst into laughter. It turned out that the names of these exercises were just a cover, and what was recorded in them were only some extremely superficial luck methods, which were far inferior to those he practiced when he was a handyman.
Knowing the truth, Xia Chen felt bored, threw down the ancient book, and was about to walk elsewhere.
"Hey, little brother, don't leave yet. I see that you have wonderful bones and extraordinary talents. You are a one-of-a-kind cultivation wizard. Of course you don't like these big-name goods. I have some good things stored here. That's it.
Prepared for you, no, for geniuses like you? Do you want to take a look again?" The old man quickly stopped Xia Chen mysteriously.
"What good things can you have?" Xia Chen smiled.
The old man looked around nervously, then took out an equally shabby ancient book from a shabby pocket, handed it to Xia Chen and said, "Brother, I got this from a dangerous place with great effort, old man."
Peerless Book of Heaven, after you practice it, you will definitely become invincible in the world."
Xia Chen took it and saw four big characters written on the cover: Heavenly Book and Magic. The title was quite big.
When he opened it and looked at it, Xia Chen couldn't help but chuckle. There were at least some hints about the exercises in other ancient books. This ancient book didn't even touch on the exercises. They were all anecdotes. What are you going to do? I'm insomniac.
Do you want to watch it to relieve your boredom?
He was about to throw the ancient book back to the old man, when suddenly, the cornucopia moved, conveying a strange feeling.
Xia Chen was stunned. Only when he encounters special things, the cornucopia will convey feelings. Is there really something strange about this ancient book?
He looked through it again, but he never found anything unusual. Although those anecdotes were very special, at first glance they were just ridiculous and unattractive things, without half the value.
But the feeling of the cornucopia is unmistakable, so Xia Chen said calmly: "This ancient book is good, I want it, how much does it cost?"
The black and thin old man was overjoyed. He actually picked up this shabby old book from a dilapidated ancient tomb that had been stolen. He didn't spend a penny and it was just used to deceive people. Unfortunately, no one fell for it. Unexpectedly, this young man was willing to do so.
Buying it is a miracle.
So he pretended to be pitiful and said: "Brother, this Book of Heaven and Magic is an ancestral book passed down from my family. Now I am forced to make a living. I can't sell it to you for less than twenty coppers."
He just said that this ancient book was obtained from a dangerous place, and now he said that it is a family heirloom, which is inconsistent.
Several stall owners nearby looked at Xia Chen with sympathy when they saw his big mouth. They thought that this young man must be from outside Maplewood City. They didn't know the details of this arrogant old man. It looked like he was going to be brutally slaughtered.
One knife.
Xia Chen smiled slightly and threw out a piece of silver: "These are all for you, no need to look for them." Then he picked up the ancient book and left.
With a bang, the silver fell onto the stall, and its bright color instantly dazzled the eyes of all the stall owners.
Everyone's faces were full of greedy expressions. There were twenty taels of silver, equivalent to two hundred copper coins, which was ten times what the old man had paid!
The old man's face was full of wonderful expressions. After a while, he suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet: "What a loss. What a huge loss. If I had known this, why would I not have wanted his five taels of silver..."
Seeing the young man's generous spending, the stall owners hurriedly greeted Xia Chen, hoping that Xia Chen could also buy something from their stalls. Such generous patrons were rare!
Xia Chen stopped at every stall, hoping to find some more treasures, but the strange feeling of the cornucopia was never conveyed. Xia Chen was not disappointed, he could find a magic book in Xiaofang City.
, it’s already an extremely rare surprise, so don’t be too greedy.
"Hey, kid, you're not from Maplewood City, are you? Where are you from?" Suddenly, a fierce voice sounded in front of him.
Xia Chen looked up and saw two young men who looked like servants standing in front of him, holding their arms and looking at him with ruthless faces, and it was clear that they had bad intentions.
"It's these two servants from the Yang family again! Why are they here? Taking advantage of the Yang family's power, they are running rampant in Maplewood City and plundering money! Even the government doesn't dare to take care of them, alas!"
"This young man is so unlucky that he was actually targeted by them. I guess these two gangsters thought that he was a foreigner and was spending a lot of money, so they had their own ideas."
"Let's leave quickly. It won't be a good thing if we meet these two evil stars."
When everyone saw the two servants, their expressions changed and they spoke softly, but they could not hide it from Xia Chen's ears.
"What's wrong, you two?" Xia Chen said calmly.
"It's okay, I just see that you are quite generous. It happens that our brothers are short of money recently and want to borrow a few dollars to spend some money. What do you think?" a servant said slowly.
"You are a foreigner, don't be afraid, country bumpkin, we are not robbing your money, we are borrowing it, do you understand? You can ask about what kind of existence our Yang family in Maplewood City is, why would we like you?
A little money? I borrowed it and I'll pay it back to you." Another servant rolled his eyes and said in a joking tone.
Xia Chen smiled slightly: "You two brothers want to borrow money? It's easy to talk, I have money! I wonder how much you want to borrow?"