Volume 9 Chaos Spirit Treasure Chapter 1311 Qingsong Zhenren
After half a cup of tea, Cheng Qian was brought into this magnificent attic by this god-transforming monk, and after several rounds of prohibitions and peeling off, he finally entered an empty hall.
The decorations in the hall are very ordinary, but both on the walls and on the screens, there are all kinds of strange magic weapons.
A white-bearded old man with a fairy wind was looking at Cheng Qian who walked in with a smile on his face.
"Master, the predecessors of the Holy City have already brought. The monk of the Transformation Stage bowed respectfully to the old way, looking extremely respectful.
"The old man's Taoist name is Qingsong, he is the contemporary head of the Xuanqi Sect, and he has met Taoist friends. Qing Song Zhenren waved his hand slightly, withdrew the god stage monk, and turned around and arched his hand at Cheng Qian.
"Master don't have to be polite, it is rumored that the Xuanqi Sect is a major refining sect in the Tianyun Continent, and it is the first time I have taken the liberty to visit, and I am very disturbed. Cheng Qian saw that this person had a humble and upright appearance, but he had some respect, and now it is rare to see such a flourishing immortal bone in the immortal cultivation world.
I just don't know if the old man with the number of green pines is a righteous Dao bone fairy wind, or if he pretends to be sanctimonious.
"Hey, where. The Holy City Armor was able to come to the Xuanqi Sect, and the poor road also had a sense of brilliance. The great sect of refining weapons can't be talked about, as long as it is an immortal cultivator, it will refine treasures, and this sect is just for the convenience of the world, and the purpose of the patriarch to establish a sect is to benefit ten thousand cultivators. Qingsong Zhenren smiled modestly, and when he mentioned the deeds of the sect, he revealed a trace of arrogance.
"This is not necessarily, Cheng has understood that the Xuanqi Sect has lasted for tens of thousands of years in the spirit world, and if it can last for a long time, it naturally has its own unique way of refining weapons. If not, I won't come to your sect in the next place. Corporal Lixian's Cheng Qian didn't seem to want to go around the bend, and felt that it was difficult to talk like this, so he went straight to the point.
As soon as these words came out, Qingsong Zhenren naturally understood Cheng Qian's intention, and said with a smile: "This sect refines weapons for all fellow Daoists. There are three conditions, one of which is that the refining materials should be reviewed first, and if the sect feels that there is no value in forging, the sect will refuse your request. Second, once the refining equipment fails. All responsibilities are borne by you and we do not bear any responsibility. Third, the refining weapon of this sect is not a spirit stone, but only a material, if you can afford the materials listed by the Xuanqing Sect. The transaction will be agreed. ”
Cheng Qian listened carefully word for word, with a thoughtful look on his face, Qingsong Zhenren's conditions were not too tricky, and it was reasonable, he immediately nodded and said: "There is no objection to your sect's conditions. ”
Qingsong Zhenren also smiled and nodded, there were not many surprises, these conditions for being able to come to the refining weapon would be accepted by anyone. It's not the tricky conditions.
He also said: "There are still three non-refining in this sect, not refining any utensils for hostile forces, and not refining magic weapons for miserly villains. does not refine treasures for the demon crystals, and focuses on the overall interests of the Tianyun Continent. ”
Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard this, these three non-refining are completely the wind of the righteous path, which made Cheng Qian, who crawled over from the bloody rain, a little surprised, it is generally difficult for immortal cultivators to have this kind of belief, selfishness is due to nature.
Could it be that this Tianyun Continent is really different from the outside world. In fact, it is impregnable here, and the whole group is united. Consistent with the outside world?
This made Cheng Qian a little unable to understand the spiritual world, which was very different from what he imagined.
"The Xuanqi Sect really deserves to be the refining master of Tianyun. Even so, Yiqiē still has to wait for the treasure to be truly refined before it can be considered everyone. To tell the truth, Cheng Mou first came to the spirit realm, and he was originally a monk from the lower realm, but he accidentally flew up. Seeing that the old Dao in front of him didn't look like he was really fake, Cheng Qian also had a good impression of the Xuanqi Sect and said directly.
"Oh, Daoist friends are actually ascended monks, you must know that ascended monks like you have great perseverance. After hearing this, Qingsong Zhenren was really a little unexpected, but after taking a look at Cheng Qian's cultivation, it far surpassed that of other Ascended Monks, which made him surprised: "It is really rare for a Ascending Monk to be able to cultivate like a Daoist friend in ten thousand years, and it is really not easy to cultivate to the refining period in a place with poor spiritual energy in the Nether Realm, but I don't know which interface you flew up from?"
The other party's surprise was also reasonable, Cheng Qian didn't have any different colors, but the latter question asked by Qingsong Zhenren made him a little surprised: "I don't know why Qingsong Daoyou asked this question?"
"To tell you the truth, Poor Dao is also an ascended monk. Seeing Cheng Qian's ascension to the monkhood, this old way suddenly had a kind of meaning of seeing a fellow countryman, and immediately returned to the road.
Sure enough, Cheng Qian was greatly surprised when he heard this, in his cognition, as long as he was a Flying Monk he should be a monk in the Holy City, how could he be the head of a force outside the Holy City, this was a bit unreasonable.
"Since Qingsong Daoyou is a Flying Ascension Monk, how can he come here to be the head of the sect?" Cheng Qian did not rush to answer the other party's question, but asked.
After a while, the two simply sat and chatted while drinking spiritual tea.
The two of them have a little sympathy for each other, and the most coincidental thing is that both of them seem to be from the same nether.
This Qingsong Zhenren turned out to be the Heavenly Qiaomen Taishang Elder on Qiaoxing Island back then, and after accidentally cultivating to the middle stage of the Transformation of the Gods, he began to ponder the path to the spiritual realm.
Finally, the hard work paid off, and he mastered the door to the spirit world, and became the first god transformation stage monster in Qiaoxing Island who flew to the spirit world, and it has been 130,000 years since he ascended, from an ordinary god transformation stage monk, to now he has become the head of a refining sect in the spirit world.
And the twists and turns in the middle, Cheng Qian listened with relish, and for a while both of them had the intention of hating each other.
"It's no secret, now Qiaoxing Island no longer exists, and the seventy-two and thirty-six Tiangang Earth Demons have all merged into one, and they are called the Illusory Heaven Continent. Cheng Qian took a sip of spiritual tea, put down the teacup and said slowly.
"Sure enough, when Poor Dao was still in the human world, he found a strange formation by chance, although Poor Dao was born in refining, but refining is also inseparable from the formation, so he also studied it a little. After researching, I discovered a great secret, once I destroyed that array eye, it would definitely bring great disaster to the Tiangang Earth. I didn't stop long and left, and the secret has never been revealed to anyone. Qing Song's face showed a trace of horror, but there was still a trace of compassion, Qiaoxing Island was the root of his entry into the ranks of immortal cultivators, and now that it has disappeared, there will always be a sense of loss. (To be continued)