Natural Fairy Species Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Imagining the Black Bamboo Sword

The ears of wheat swayed and hung down heavily. A gleam of blue light flashed on the branches and rustled. This small piece of vegetation has grown stronger and more energetic.

Bai Zichen pinched his fingers and swiped lightly, the green light on his fingertips flowed, and after a few breaths, he was already panting and feeling exhausted.

"Wow, brother Chen, you are really good. You have mastered Yimu Qingshen so quickly. If you want my parents to know, you will have to teach me again."

Fatty Bai learned that he had mastered Yimu Qingshenju, so he dragged him to the Lingtian early in the morning to open his eyes.

Bai Zichen's family knew about his family affairs, and it took him forty days to get started with Yimu Qingshen Art, which is quite slow.

He is not any other kid, who spends three days fishing and two days surfing the net to study out of interest, but puts a lot of energy and time into it, which can only prove that his talent in this auxiliary spell is limited.

But at least it was the first spell I learned. Seeing the changes in the wheat in front of me after casting the spell, I felt a little bit of achievement in my heart.

"Patriarch, do they have any new news?"

"No, I heard from my father that Qingfeng Sect dispatched another group of disciples, even the master of the Hall of Law Enforcement dispatched himself, the momentum is very large." The fat man flicked the marbles in his hand carelessly, Share the news from the investigation with your good brothers, "Brother Chen, you are so talented, are you going to join the Qingfeng sect in the future?"

"Qingfeng Sect... Look, they have high requirements for accepting apprentices, especially for the children of us who are cultivating immortals."

Although Bai Zichen knew that the Qingfeng Sect's family had a great career, whether it was cultivation methods or cultivation resources, it was far beyond what the Bai family could provide, but he didn't particularly yearn for it.

Perhaps it feels that the land of the sect is not as reassuring as that of the own family, full of unknown feelings.

"It would be great if I can cultivate to the fourth level of qi refining before the age of twenty-five. I have already agreed with my father. Then I will run a caravan with him. I can go to different places every month and have different experiences. People, this kind of life is interesting. If you really want me to stay in the room and practice for ten days and half a month, I can't bear it."

Fatty Bai lay on the woodpile, squinting his eyes and dreaming about his future.

"Of course, if I can have adventures, it would be even better to become a sword fairy. My childhood dream is to be able to control the sword Qingming and become a top sword fairy!"

"There will be a chance. There are several flying sword refining methods in the clan. When you grow up, let the elders help you refine one."

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Zichen's mouth. The price of the flying sword is far higher than that of magic weapons of the same level. In addition to the powerful lethality and the fact that it can be used as a flying magic weapon, a large part of the reason is that becoming a sword fairy is everyone's childhood dream. Feelings pay.

"Forget it, how can I have the qualifications to take the turn of the flying sword in the clan. If I have to save spirit stones by myself, I might as well use them to buy medicine pills."

The fat white man who has always been an optimist rarely shows a wry smile. The young man who embarks on the fairy road is always much more mature than ordinary people of the same age. Forgot to give me a hand."

Fatty Bai is the worst five-spirit root aptitude, so he will say that the distribution of flying swords in the clan will never be his turn.

This laziness looks like he doesn't care about everything in cultivation, perhaps because he knows that no matter how hard he tries, it will be difficult for him to achieve something on the immortal journey.

"Building a foundation is too ambitious, let's first think about how long it will take to get to the second floor of Qi Refining."

Bai Zichen also went to the pile of firewood, half of his body sank in, it was soft and soft, and it was indeed quite comfortable.

"By the way, speaking of flying swords, do you know in what order the flying swords are assigned in the clan, the level of cultivation or potential?"

"Hey, brother Chen, you are really asking the right person to ask me this question. I pestered my old lady to figure this out years ago."

Fatty Bai's depressed mood came and went quickly, and he happily showed off his knowledge, "The flying sword in the clan is a kind of black bamboo sword, but there are two levels in it. The difference is that the main material is the black ink sword. Is the bamboo a mid-grade first-grade or a high-grade first-grade."

"The black bamboo swords that are sold out are naturally second-class. The good ones are kept in our own sect. On average, one black bamboo sword can be squeezed out every five years to reward the monks in the clan."

"According to the practice of these years, the clansmen who receive the flying sword must meet the following characteristics-age under 30, have the hope of hitting the late stage of Qi refining in the short term, and have made outstanding contributions to the family. Brother Chen, if you are really interested Bamboo sword, it can be planned in a few years."

A second-class black bamboo sword costs 500 spirit stones on the market, and the top-grade black bamboo sword will only be more expensive. Ordinary family monks rely on their own savings, which can only be expected but not within reach.

"Two spirit stone subsidies a year in the early stage of Qi refining, five spirit stone subsidies a year in the middle stage of Qi refining, only twenty spirit stones are given to the clan in the late stage of Qi refining, and it is too slow to save money purely relying on family welfare. Or the same As I thought before, it is best to master a money-making craft in order to make a fortune quickly."

If there is a chance to get the Black Bamboo Sword, of course Bai Zichen will fight for it.

On the road to cultivating immortals, fighting for the first chance of immortality is a process of fighting, fighting with people, fighting with the sky, and fighting with the great way.

"It's settled, Fatty, in the future, I will become a monk in the foundation period, so I will buy you a central store location in Qingfengmenfang City, sell whatever you want, and let you do business happily!"

Qingfengmenfang City has gathered the largest flow of monks in Heishan County. Every shop can be called a cornucopia, and countless goods flow in and are bought from here.

For any shop, the annual rent is thousands of spirit stones, let alone a permanent buyout lease, that would be an astronomical figure.

Infected by Fatty Bai's emotions, Bai Zichen was so excited that he spoke his mind. The biggest dream in front of him was to become a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Living a life span of two hundred years, he became a well-known figure in Heishan County, and at the same time truly possessed the ability to protect himself.

"Broken! Broken! Broken!"

The thin Taoist pointed out three fingers, and three golden lights shot out with overwhelming force, completely piercing the Chongxu sword array, and the swordsmanship that was originally radiant with swords suddenly stopped.

It was only at this time that I could see clearly that the three golden lights were three palm-length golden shuttles, which happened to hit the eye of the sword formation, causing it to malfunction.

Ten days of continuous attack, uninterrupted consumption of the sword energy of the sword array, after the Xiuxian family paid more than 30 lives, the sword array finally reached the time when the oil was exhausted. Thinking of the treasures that might be hidden in the third floor of the Temple of the Five Sacred Mountains, the thin Taoist's heart became hot, his fingers formed a formula, and mana surged all over his body. When he slapped down, the whole mountain shook.

Phew! call out! call out!

In an instant, more than a dozen sword lights shot out from the cave, and the thin Taoist stopped half of them with his big hand, but there were still five or six sword lights rushing past him too fast.

It happened to be the critical moment to destroy the mansion. In order to allow the disciples of the sect to enter immediately, the team of the Xiuxian family had been replaced, and the people who faced the sword light in front of them were all the disciples of the Qingfeng sect.

The two disciples at the front didn't react at all, they were taken away by Jian Guang and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the remaining sword lights were still flying far away, the few sword lights in his pockets were still jumping for joy, unable to gather any energy, so he could only shout angrily: "Idiot, don't hurry up and stop these flying swords!" , take a walk, the ancestor wants you to look good!"

Several purple-robed elders finally came to their senses, sacrificed magic tools, entangled with these sword lights, and tried to suppress the capture.

The formation dissipated, and what slowly appeared in front of everyone were five hillock-like soil slopes, shining with metallic luster. And a towering stone tablet, full of the breath of ancient times.

(end of this chapter)

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