Sensing the departure of the two Xiangyun Pavilion monks, Qin Fengming naturally did not dare to show up in Shenji Mansion.
In the most important place among the first-class sects, it was impossible without a powerful monk to guard it. He was sure that this treasure hiding place must be under the spiritual consciousness of a certain great monk in the late stage of infant transformation.
Although the monk surnamed Yan was allowed to enter this place where the treasure was hidden, there were more than a dozen bookshelves with jade slips of classics in front of him. What he dared to be interested in was the cultivation experience of those senior monks.
Refining elixirs and refining weapons are inherently miscellaneous arts in the world of immortality, and they are considered unpopular.
The proportion of master weapon refiners among monks may be less than one percent or one thousandth.
Under Qin Fengming's message, the old man surnamed Li walked past the bookshelves one by one and began to look for the jade slips of classics that Qin Fengming was interested in.
What makes Qin Fengming feel at ease is that most of the characters used in the ghost world are common fonts used in the ancient world of immortality. For him, there is no restriction at all.
This cave has a collection of various classics, roughly counting tens of thousands of them.
After searching for most of the day, I finally found the jade slips from the classics on weapon refining.
For five days, they could only read and not take away any rubbings. This was very difficult for Qin Fengming.
However, this did not faze him. With his current methods, it was not difficult to use a small blind trick to block other people's detection.
Every time the old man surnamed Li picked up a jade slip and a classic, Qin Fengming would make sure whether the jade slip was useful to him.
As long as it is of some use, he will use his method in the Shenji Mansion to quickly copy the Chinese characters on the jade slip onto a blank jade slip.
Although the old man surnamed Li seemed to just stare at it with his spiritual consciousness and did not use any means to make a rubbing, Qin Fengming had already copied it completely.
Even so, when four days passed, there were still hundreds of classics on the two bookshelves dedicated to weapon refining that could not be checked one by one. With no other choice, the old man surnamed Li had to speed up his work on Huaying.
The classics written by monks in the early stages were directly discarded.
As soon as the five-day period arrived, a figure flashed at the entrance of the cave, and the two mid-stage infant transformation monks from Xiangyung Pavilion who had led the way appeared again.
"Two fellow Taoists, the time has come. Please leave this place, both of us."
The two of them didn't say much, and watched as the two old men named Li put the jade slips in their hands back to their original places, and the last four people filed out.
"Reporting to Uncle Master, Fellow Daoist Li, and Fellow Daoist Yan, you have finished reading the classics in my Xiangyun Pavilion."
Returning to the Xiangyun Pavilion meeting hall, two Xiangyun Pavilion elders stood outside the hall door and transmitted the message.
"Thank you, my two apprentice nephews. Just ask fellow Taoist Li to come into the palace. You two will be fine."
As a hearty voice came out, the two Xiangyung Pavilion monks bowed and retreated. However, the two old men surnamed Li walked into the main hall.
"Greetings to my senior. Although this junior has only briefly read a few classics of your sect, I have already benefited a lot. The legacy of senior Xiangyunge is really profound and profound. Just one look at it has allowed this junior to study it for a hundred years.
"
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Li is so ridiculous. Although I am the Supreme Ancestor of Xiangyun Pavilion, I can only let two fellow Daoists read it for a few days. I hope you don't mind it. Two fellow Daoists, please sit down.
say."
Although the old man spoke calmly, Qin Fengming was already very grateful. For a first-class sect that mainly specialized in refining weapons, its classics could be read by two unrelated casual cultivators for several days. This was very rare in the world of immortal cultivation.
, it is definitely an extremely rare thing.
"Two fellow Taoists, Master Nephew Hong once sent word that Fellow Daoist Li planned to participate in the out-of-print weapon refining conference held by Xiangyun Pavilion. Two days later, there will be a final competition, but fellow Daoist Li is still going to participate, right?"
Nephew Hong is, of course, the monk in charge of Xiangyungefang City.
At this time, he had already read through the collections stored in Xiangyun Pavilion. Qin Fengming certainly had no interest in participating in any weapon refining competition.
"Reporting back to the senior, the junior was also very interested in the classics stored by the noble sect, so he hoped that after winning the ranking in the weapon refining competition, he would be allowed to read by the noble sect once. This wish has been fulfilled. In the weapon refining competition, junior
I don’t want to participate anymore…”
"Hahaha, fellow Taoist Li is really secretive. When he was able to recognize the treasured weapon refining object at a glance, I was shocked. I never thought that fellow Taoist Li was actually the trainer who traded with me at Xiangyung Pavilion.
I really admire Yingdan’s Taoist friends.”
Before the old man surnamed Li had finished speaking, a loud laugh sounded from outside the hall.
With a flash of his body, an old man with immortal demeanor appeared in the hall.
"I paid my respects to Senior Brother Guo. I heard that Fellow Daoist Li was leaving seclusion today, so Junior Brother hurried back."
Seeing the person who appeared, the old man surnamed Li was slightly stunned. He immediately stood up, bowed and saluted: "Junior, pay homage to Senior Bu." The old man in front of him was none other than the stone in the Valley of Birds.
The big monk on the stage was in charge of appraising treasures.
"Does Junior Brother Bu also know Fellow Daoist Li?"
The Supreme Patriarch of Xiangyun Pavilion couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw his junior disciple say such words.
The old man surnamed Guo knew the kind of person that Junior Brother Bu was in front of him. Ordinary monks, even great monks at the same level in the late stage of transforming into infants, would find it difficult to get into the eyes of Junior Brother Bu who thought highly of himself.
I never thought that this old man named Li would give in to his junior brother and be so polite to him.
"Hahaha, senior brother, you still don't know, the Chime Cloud Crystal in my sect that we and others found out so easily, Fellow Daoist Li just looked at it for a moment and identified it."
"What? Fellow Daoist Li actually recognized the chime cloud crystal, which is beyond my expectation. As for the other two pieces of weapon-refining objects, did Fellow Daoist Li recognize it?"
Even the Supreme Patriarch of Xiangyun Pavilion, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but change his face slightly when he suddenly heard the words of the old man named Bu, and he couldn't help but speak in shock.
"Senior Bu is so ridiculous. This junior is just blind and blind. He just happened to hit the mark on the Chime Cloud Crystal. As for the other two materials placed by Senior Bu, this junior failed to recognize them. However, this junior is right.
But I am very interested in trying to divide the five-color crystal stone. I wonder if the original words of senior and junior can still be counted?"
Qin Fengming in Shenji Mansion was greatly moved when he saw the great cultivator in the late stage of transforming into an infant. It seemed that the other party wanted to get the 300,000 spirit stones.
Three hundred thousand spirit stones are certainly nothing to Qin Fengming, but to a monk in the ghost world, it is definitely a huge fortune.
Qin Fengming must have thought carefully before he dared to let the old man surnamed Li reveal that he had so many spiritual stones.
Xiangyun Pavilion has always had an excellent reputation in the ghost world, otherwise there would not be thousands of ghost king monks coming here to participate in the Treasure Conference.
Although 300,000 spirit stones is not a small amount, compared with three infant-cultivating pills, it does not seem to be a precious thing. Each infant-cultivating pill is worth tens of millions of Yin stones. And it is still priceless.
It’s something that’s available in the market. And the comparison price of low-level spiritual stones is only tens or hundreds compared to one to one.
"Hahaha, I am here because I want to fulfill my original agreement with fellow Daoist Li."