"So, I'm here today to have a request, or you can think of it as a transaction. Pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info" Li Qianxing said.

Bu Qingyun said: "I will never trade at a loss, if it violates this principle, your transaction does not have to be spoken!" ”

Li Qianxinglang said with a smile: "In this transaction, the old man guarantees that you will only make money and not lose money." ”

As he spoke, he took out a white crystal from the storage bag, handed it to him, and said, "Do you recognize this?" ”

Bu Qingyun glanced at it and found that there was an extremely rich Yuan Force exuded from this thing, so he remembered the information collected by Ying Datong and said, "This is Yuan Jing, and it is also the best Yuan Jing!" ”

Cultivators below the god of transformation cannot control the Yuan power of heaven and earth, and the things they use are called spirit stones, and the monks of God transformation and above are already above the spiritual power, so the ones they use are called Yuan Jing!

Yuan Jing is usually divided into three grades, upper, middle and lower, and the yuan force contained in the three is about a hundred times different, but above the top grade Yuan Jing, there is also a kind of top-grade Yuan Jing, and the Yuan Force contained in a piece of top-grade Yuan Jing is about the level of a thousand high-grade Yuan Jing!

Generally speaking, the effect of the spar on the monk is like the effect of money on mortals, but this is limited to ordinary spars, for the best spars, on the cultivation stars where the yuan power is lacking, they are often used to absorb directly, after all, the yuan power contained in a top grade spar is equivalent to 10 million lower grade spars, and the yuan power contained in the lower grade spar is only several times richer than the yuan power of heaven and earth!

Li Qianxing seemed to be quite proud, and said: "That's right, this thing is the best spars, it was given by the Chixiao Immortal Palace when Diwang was awarded the first-grade cultivation true star, there are about 50,000 top-grade spars in my Diwang Sect, just find a monk in the late stage of the god transformation on Diwang, and simply absorb these spars, you will have seven layers of certainty to step into the Great Perfection of the gods!" ”

Bu Qingyun frowned slightly, and said, "Listen to what you mean, you want to give me these 50,000 top-grade spars?" ”

Li Qianxing said with a smile: "Yes, these 50,000 top-grade spars will be yours soon, but I have a small request!" ”

Bu Qingyun sneered: "I can exchange it for 50,000 top-grade spars, I'm afraid this request won't be small!" ”

"It's just a gesture for you!" Li Qianxing said, "Diwang will be exhausted in the near future, and I am about to reach the limit, and I have no power to change this ending, but in what I have seen in my life, you are the strongest, I believe that one day, you will definitely be able to enter the realm of refining gods and returning to the void, I only hope that when you feel the opportunity, you will return to Diwang to break through, so that Diwang can become a second-grade cultivation star!" ”

Li Qianxing was afraid that Bu Qingyun would not agree, so he hurriedly said: "As long as you can agree, the old man is willing to do his best to help you step into the middle stage of the god transformation, if these superb spars are not enough, the old man can also go to other cultivation stars to change, even if it is a robbery, the old man will meet your needs for breakthrough!" ”

Bu Qingyun glanced at it and saw that Li Qianxing's body was full of dead energy, which was obviously caused by Fang Cai's reckless use of the power of the Dao Realm, which made him recall many past events.

I think that he has practiced all the way to the present, and what he has seen, in addition to killing and blood, is the treachery and calculation of people's hearts, even the immortals he has fantasized about since he was a child, are no exception, in addition to his parents, there is also Xiao Shiling!

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and I was silent for a long time before I said, "Okay, I promise you!" ”

Hearing this, Li Qianxing's face was full of surprise, and he got up and was about to leave, Bu Qingyun saw this and said, "I haven't made a blood oath yet, you want to leave?" ”

Li Qianxing didn't speak, laughed a long time, and left!

Looking at his departing back, Bu Qingyun was a little stunned.

For the next five months, Bu Qingyun still sat in the teahouse every day and looked at Meng Ziang from afar, watching him hammer and nail, carving a moment, and in his hand, there was an extra carving knife and a half-carved wood carving!

For Bu Qingyun's strange behavior, it naturally attracted the attention of many people, because every time he approached, he felt an urge to cry, so everyone thought that he was experiencing extreme sadness.

Coupled with the simplicity of the people here, everyone is sympathetic, and slowly, many people began to sit opposite Bu Qingyun one after another, drinking with him and chatting with him.

There are big men, scholars, women who don't let their eyebrows, and heroes who are heroic and dry, their original intention was to say some happy experiences to enlighten Bu Qingyun, so Bu Qingyun did not refuse, completely regarded himself as a mortal, and drank with them here.

But the people who come here often don't go home at night, because they are too happy, and they are drunk in the inn.

In Bu Qingyun's heart, he has always respected mortals, not only because he himself is from the mortal world, but also partly, because he feels that only when he looks at the mortal world, he will not lose himself and forget who he is in the cruel world of cultivating immortals!

The monk's path is too long and too long, not like mortals who turn into loess with a flick of their fingers, in such a long time, it is gratifying to obtain a powerful cultivation against the sky, but the original mind has been completely discarded, isn't this sad?

There is a saying in the mortal world that the reason why people are different from others is because they understand feelings!

But what about monks?

Do you always hold the belief that strength is the supreme thing?

Bu Qingyun completely hid his cultivation, and drank with all the mortals who sat opposite him, he wanted to get drunk for a real time.

And he got his wish.

Every day here, in addition to continuing the wood carvings in his hands, he drank with mortals, both of which were extremely important to him.

About the third month of drinking, two infant monks came running out of nowhere, and they fought endlessly over the city, and to the eyes of mortals, the light of the battle and the sound of the collision were lightning and thunder!

The sound of thunder in the broad daylight was too weird, and it lasted for more than ten days, making the whole city panic, and everyone dared not go out.

Bu Qingyun didn't want to worry about this matter, after all, he had only reintegrated into the mortal world with great difficulty, and he didn't want to cultivate recklessly before the end of the year.

However, when he came to this city before, because Chaos was affected by the little white fox, he couldn't stay quietly in the body of the deity, and this city was full of mortals, so he had to put Chaos and the little white fox outside.

At this moment, Chaos seemed to feel Bu Qingyun's thoughts, raised his head angrily in a barren mountain, carried the little white fox on his back, turned into a streamer, and rushed over directly, blasting the two people who were fighting directly out.

The little white fox looked happy, jumping with joy on Chaos' back.

More than a month passed before everything in the city returned to normal.

And since four months ago, the carving in his hand has never been heard, it has been going on, and by the last month of the year, on the table in front of him, there are already four wood carvings, which are his father Bu Xuan, his mother, and his daughter Bu Mengling, and the last one is the man who accompanied Bu Mengling.

In his hand there is also a wood carving carved to more than half of it, which is... Shen Bingxia, a woman who once died for him, he didn't even save a trace of her soul!

Bu Qingyun himself didn't know why he carved Shen Bingxia, this was a pain buried in his heart, and he didn't want to think about it for so many years.

It was also Shen Bingxia who told him before she died that he and Xu Xingrou had a daughter, otherwise he would be kept in the dark forever by Xu Xingrou!

Bu Qingyun sighed lightly, and then continued to immerse himself in the carving, and gradually he seemed to touch a strange realm, but what it was, he couldn't tell.

In the last time, in a flash, Shen Bingxia's statue had been completed, and what he was holding in his hand was another half-carved wood carving, which turned out to be Xu Xingrou!