Jiang Chen was excited in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't smile, and he still looked cold.

He glanced at the Changqing Daoist who was in shock: "Does your ring usually use it to hold groceries?"

After the Changqing Daoist drank the low-purity spiritual liquid given by Jiang Chen, his life characteristics were stabilized, and his face also recovered some color, and when he heard Jiang Chen's words, his old face turned red: "Dry cough twice...... Don't be afraid of fairy jokes, the villain's storage ring can only be used to hold a load of groceries......"

"In addition to the good environment of Cangming Mountain, the materials are very scarce, and the ancestors did not leave good things, so this storage ring can only be used like this!"

Jiang Chen nodded: "This is too poor and sour, the space is so big, and it is full of garbage!"

A wry smile appeared on Changqing Daoren's face: "Shangxian, how can I compare with you, the spiritual liquid is drunk as a drink, I have lived for decades and it is the first time I have seen it!"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, wiped the Sumeru ring on his hand, and a large porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

Peel off the stopper, and a strange fragrance spreads.

The eyes of the Changqing Daoist were about to fall: "My God, why is the purity of this aura so high?"

Jiang Chen weighed the bottle in his hand: "This is just a drink!"

After that, he threw the bottle, the bottle turned upside down in the air, the spirit liquefied into a thin line, and Jiang Chen drank it all in one mouth.

Goodo......

The Changqing Daoist swallowed a mouthful of spit and knelt down.

Is this Nima or a drink?

In this gap, Jiang Chen seemed to be drinking spiritual liquid, but in fact, his consciousness had entered the quaint storage ring.

The hidden space behind the storage ring is a layer of gas net, which can only be opened when the cultivation reaches the opening period, if the person with low cultivation gets this ring, except for the sundries at the front end, the rest is a thick white space, and nothing can be detected.

Jiang Chen easily broke the ban on the hidden space and entered the interior.

Inside is a space of more than ten square meters, with a shelf made of pine, on which in addition to some thread-bound books, there are some bottles and cans.

Jiang Chen took a general look and found that it was the seeds of herbs, as well as some raw materials for alchemy.

Jiang Chen originally thought that this internal space, Changqing Dao people had never entered, until he saw a bunch of large suitcases, to say the least, there were more than a dozen boxes, and when he opened it, Jiang Chen was shocked.

It was full of green dollar bills, and some wooden boxes contained golden bars.

I rub ......

Aren't the people of Changqing Dao crying poor?

How does it look like a vault?

Obviously, these items were definitely not stored by the ancestor of the Fire Spirit Sect, looking at the date on the dollar and the number on the gold bar, they were all from last year's date.

Odd?

The people of Evergreen Dao are cultivators in the foundation building period, and it stands to reason that they can't find the hidden space, let alone enter it?

But how could he keep these valuables inside?

Now Jiang Chen can be sure that this grandson is lying.

On late autumn nights, the river breeze howls on the river beach.

It was late at night.

The street lights in the riverside park on the other side have also been extinguished, and the number of cars on the road has also decreased by more than half, making it more and more bleak and lonely.

At this moment, the Changqing Dao people were soaked all over, their meridians were locked, and they lay at Jiang Chen's feet like a dead dog.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, and he didn't dare to breathe.

And Jiang Chen, half-leaning on the front end of the Mercedes-Benz G500, looked at the dark river in a daze.

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't speak for a long time, the Changqing Daoist thought that Jiang Chen was refining the spiritual liquid he had just drunk, a trace of unwillingness and resentment flashed in his eyes, as well as a little greed, and then he lowered his head and waited for Jiang Chen's fate towards him.

Jiang Chen probed the hidden space of the quaint storage ring, and in addition to the US dollar and gold, the rest were some real estate certificates and title deeds.

Unexpectedly, this old guy has more than a dozen properties in Tiannan.

Jiang Chen retracted his consciousness, and at this time he already had the bottom.

"Do you really use this ring to put sundries on weekdays?" Jiang Chen asked lightly.

Changqing Daoren was stunned: "Really...... What questions do you have?"

Jiang Chen left from the side of the car and stood on the riverside: "Since it is loaded with sundries, it is overkill, I can take it away!"

Changqing Daoren's face changed greatly, and he was embarrassed: "Shangxian, this is the only token left by my master, without it, the Fire Spirit Sect will disappear in this world, don't you have a storage ring, just leave this to me as a thought, right?"

Hearing him say this, Jiang Chen has already determined that this grandson has a ghost in his heart.

"Since you want it so much, how about exchanging your life for it?" Jiang Chen turned around and said coldly.

Changqing Daoist wanted to struggle to stand up, but he was suddenly frightened.

"This ...... Alas...... Take it if you want, but I have an unsolicited ......."

A cold color flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes: "Oh?"

"My Fire Spirit Sect has developed for thousands of years, and it is still like this bird, I am also disheartened, there are still a few good magic weapons on the side of Cangming Mountain, your strength is the only one I have seen in my life, I represent the Fire Spirit Sect, I want to worship under your door!"

Changqing Daoren's tone was very sincere, and he almost shed tears.

But Jiang Chen knew the secret in the storage ring, and he was a little more vigilant in his heart, so he didn't answer immediately.

"I'm a little shabby, and my Taoism is also low, but Cangming Mountain is also one of the best dojos, full of spiritual energy, if you want to develop your power in the future, it is also a good choice there...... Besides, I definitely can't compare with you in this way, but compared with others, I still have two brushes!"

"If you have anything you don't want to come forward in the future, or do dirty work, I can serve you and be at your disposal at any time......"

After saying so much, Jiang Chen didn't agree, but he was a little too decisive.

The most important thing is that what he cares about now is the unicorn egg hidden in Cangming Mountain.

"Well, let's investigate for a while!"

When the Changqing Daoist heard Jiang Chen's answer, he was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Master......"

Jiang Chen patted his clothes: "Don't worry about calling me Shizun first, let's wait until I go to Cangming Mountain to investigate, right?"

"When?" asked with a hint of joy flashing in the eyes of the Evergreen Daoist, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Now!"

Changqing Daoren's blue and black face was stunned: "Shangxian, you have to take the waterway to Cangming Mountain, where to find a boat in the middle of the night?"

"Don't talk nonsense, lead the way, you have to dare to play a little trick on the way, Lao Tzu will make you look like you!" Jiang Chen said impatiently and opened the car door and walked up.

The Changqing Daoist hurriedly struggled and climbed into the rear compartment.

Jiang Chen drove the car to the dock in the eastern suburbs.

During this period, he sent a message to Alice and Han Xiangjun in the car, saying that he would go to Cangming Mountain for a few days.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The third wharf in the provincial capital was dark, the small searchlights of the wharf were faintly on, and the security guards on duty had already slept.

In the surrounding villages, several wild dogs are barking wildly.

After Jiang Chen parked a freight car nearby, he and the people of Changqing Dao came here.

There are many small sand dredging boats parked by the dock, very shabby, but with strong horsepower.

Jiang Chen and Changqing Dao jumped on one without realizing it, started it, and rushed towards the misty water.

The upper reaches of this river are Cangming Mountain.

(End of chapter)