Tang Qingyuan quietly listened to the baby girl's complaints, saying that this was the third time he had heard Qian Yang's name from his daughter's mouth, and the first time was when she picked up the kid back, when she begged herself to take out an entry token.

Starter tokens are nothing, but not everyone can give them. Tang Qingyuan also deliberately glanced at Qian Yang: an ordinary older young man has no qualifications, and his cultivation will definitely have no future. It naturally doesn't hurt for such a person to give him an entry token, and it's just a waste of a few spirit stones on him.

After that time, the Tang Sect had long forgotten about that kid. But Xiaoguo's only two outings have been experienced, and after he came back, he praised Qian Yang.

Tang Xiaoguo didn't know anything about the world, so he didn't think so, but Tang Qingyuan felt that this was a very dangerous signal.

"What's really so special about that kid?" Tang Qingyuan drew a big question mark in his heart.

"You said that kid named Qian Yang has refined qi at the ninth level?" Tang Qingyuan asked pretending to be unintentional.

"Yes, yes!" Tang Xiaoguo nodded again and again: "He's amazing, he's always elusive, and he was mixed into the secret realm last time." This time it was even more exaggerated, he could even find the ruins of the Infinite Valley!"

"Well, it's a talent!" Tang Qingyuan nodded, she knew that when her daughter said that kid was powerful, it didn't mean how high his combat power was, but that he was smart.

As a leader who couldn't get up in a fight before, Tang Qingyuan still had a sense of identity with people with good brains, and he suddenly felt that he needed to get to know the bastard who dared to provoke his daughter.

Tang Qingyuan was thinking nonsense here, Tang Xiaoguo over there had not been idle, and he described Jin Zhanpeng's miserable appearance again, and by the way, it could be regarded as asking Tang Qingyuan to send someone to notify Wulianggu to rescue Jin Zhanpeng. Speaking of this, Tang Xiaoguo suddenly remembered an important matter: "Dad, you helped me dispose of this pile of antiques!"

As he spoke, Tang Xiaoguo poured out a large pile of antiques from the bracelet and spread it all over the floor.

Tang Qingyuan shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and put away all the antiques: "Wait for me for a few days, I'll find a buyer." ”

Tang Xiaoguo nodded: "No one else's is in a hurry, it's just that the half promised to the disciples of Wuliang Valley has to hurry up, if it takes a long time, people will think I'm a liar!"

There is no need for Tang Xiaoguo to say, Tang Qingyuan also knows the truth. In fact, for the Qing Ling Sect, the significance of distributing a large number of spirit stones to the disciples of the Infinite Valley in this way was far more important than the spirit stones they earned. Because only those Infinite Valley disciples who have been squeezed to the limit really get the benefits, will they really have the confidence to despise their own sect.

"Also, Qian Yang will also bring some antiques regularly in the future, and you can also help deal with them together!" Miss Tang naturally won't forget about Qian Yang.

It's Qian Yang again! The green tendons on Tang Dazhangjiao's forehead jumped faintly, but his face remained silent: "That kid is really rich this time?"

"What a good skill it is to be able to pit the infinite valley and make money by yourself!" Tang Xiaoguo had a proud expression.

Tang Qingyuan's breathing was a little heavier, but he definitely didn't dare to discount his daughter's requirements: "Since there are already so many antiques, there will be a steady stream of goods in the future, in fact, you might as well consider opening a store!"

"Shop?" Tang Xiaoguo's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had found something interesting again: "How do you open it?"

Tang Qingyuan waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, I'll arrange it in a few days!"

Tang Xiaoguo was satisfied, and obediently ran to sleep. But Tang Qingyuan had no intention of sleeping, he wanted to find out the bottom of Qian Yang before the affairs of the store were implemented, he didn't worry about his daughter and a boy who didn't know the details of the mix.

Not to mention how busy Tang Dazhang was here, Qian Yang's life was back on track again. Early the next morning, he went to the internal affairs hall to test his cultivation.

The process of testing cultivation was lackluster, and the Internal Affairs Hall provided a scale specially used to test cultivation, and Qian Yang input a trace of spiritual power into it, and the instrument clearly showed the progress of his cultivation - the ninth layer of qi refining.

The disciple in charge of registration confirmed with Qian Yang, and Qian Yang had no objection, so the matter was over. The test results of all Qi Refining Stage disciples will finally be sent to the hands of the high-level people, waiting for the final decision of the sect.

After Qian Yang completed the test, he ran non-stop to the Fang Market at the bottom of the mountain, intending to exchange the last antique in his hand that could be exchanged for money for a spirit stone. There was no need to trouble others with this kind of trivial matter, Qian Yang ran straight to Wuling Pavilion.

When Qian Yang squirmed and stuffed a small thing into Song Yi's hand in front of the door of Wuling Pavilion, Song Shaodong endured it for a long time, but finally laughed out loud. He didn't laugh at that thing, but Qian Yang's slightly ashamed expression: "Haha, such a small thing can make Qian Daoyou show such a youthful state, but it makes Song have a new understanding of Daoyou!"

Qian Yang turned his head and didn't look at him: "Hurry up and give an estimate, I took the spirit stone and left, and I was busy going back to cultivate!"

"Haha, okay, wait a minute. Song Yi stopped at the right time, and stopped teasing Qian Yang, and took the things to find someone to identify.

The antique that Qian Yang took was not an unusual thing, it was just a snuff box that was not unusual, and what made Qian Yang's face red was the pattern painted on the snuff bottle.

Speaking of snuff bottles, Qian Yang inevitably thought of the snuff box he saw on the shelves when he first entered Wuling Pavilion, and the lifelike Doraemon on that snuff box at that time really impressed him. And the one he brought today is naturally not the original fake, since it is genuine, the painting on it is definitely not something as pure as Tinker Bell, but an incomparably fine picture of the Spring Palace.

What is self-evident is the Spring Palace Picture, that is, it refers to the painting with the theme of male and female sex @ together, also known as the secret drama picture, Spring Palace Painting, etc., the Spring Palace Painting originated very early, and it also had a lot of influence in some periods of history. And the Spring Palace snuff bottle obtained by Qian Yang will not be described in detail for some reason, everyone just needs to know that the pure Qian Yang's face is flushed because of him.

In fact, Qian Yang, as an older young man, will not be unable to see this kind of folk art, he has seen a lot more than this scale, and these days he often takes out this snuffbox to study when he has nothing to do, which is also refreshing. It's just that he's here to sell this thing today, and it's a completely different nature.

When Qian Yang stuffed the snuffbox to Song Yi, he always had an illusion in his heart - in a certain noisy era, he was holding a big windbreaker, and in a noisy and messy small market, he grabbed a middle-aged man who was energetic at a glance, and then secretly asked: "Big brother, do you want to plate?"

Where did Qian Yang do such a thing, especially Song Yi had an annoying expression, which really made a certain young man want to launch the Earth Escape Technique to bury himself deeply.

But Qian Yang is so poor, and he can't take care of it so much, even if he is embarrassed, he has to sell it. Not to mention selling a snuffbox, he felt that even if he was really allowed to sell it, it was not negotiable.

Song Yi didn't let him wait long, and when he turned around, he generously stuffed him with three hundred spirit stones. Qian Yang didn't dare to raise his eyes, he didn't even care about politeness, he turned around and ran away with the money. completely ignored the ill-intentioned retention of a certain young proprietor. Out of Fang City, Qian Yang flew back to the sect in one breath on Feige. Then he hung up the sign, closed the door, and never came out again.

Three hundred spirit stones are enough for Qian Yang to cultivate to the perfection of qi refining in one go, plus the jade pendant given by Xiaoguo, Qian Yang feels that he can stay at home in one breath to build a foundation, and he can also use this time as a precipitation of his heart. His cultivation during this period had improved too quickly, and it really needed a period of polishing. So he didn't even have any intention of replacing the spirit stone with an elixir to improve his cultivation efficiency, anyway, he was already so old, and he didn't miss this amount of time.

Qian Yang plans not to go out again before the foundation building period, and as for his plans after the foundation building, Qian Yang also has a preliminary idea.

Do you still remember the couple of loose cultivators he met on the banks of the Spirit River? Qian Yang felt that he really should go and see them after he built the foundation. Qian Yang is still very interested in fishing, and he has already learned the spirit bait technique, and it is his plan to learn the skills with the master couple for a long time. And he is quite curious about the legendary Linghe from the fairy world, and occasionally has some reverie about getting rich overnight, so it must be a matter of time before he goes to Linghe.

Qian Yang can admit all the above reasons, but he will never admit that he has any yearning for a certain charming senior sister. Of course not! Qian Yang nodded vigorously, he felt that the senior sister he liked should be something else, such as someone like that.

Qian Yang thought of the face of a certain senior sister in his dream, and for no reason, he remembered the snuffbox he had just sold......

In the main hall of the Qingling Sect, a thick stack of files was put on the table, and it seemed that this month's regular meeting finally had a decent topic.

However, the people attending the meeting today were not complete, Tang Qingyuan closed his eyes on the main seat to recuperate, and the elder on his left hand side actually only came to Qingyan, and the other three thought that they came to retreat and cultivate their minds. On the right-hand side, the four elders with foreign surnames Chen, Hu, Ning, and Xue sat there one by one, happily commenting on the dossier at hand.

Among them, the loudest one was Elder Hu, who had a slightly irritable personality: "Elder Xue, you see that this kid named Luo Yong is still good, he has already completed his qi refining in six years, and as a descendant of the Luo family, his loyalty is not a problem, and he is a suitable candidate to enter the sword test cave."

Elder Xue didn't look at the file in his hand either, obviously he had already drafted: "Yes, I saw this kid when he was young, he is a good material, and it is not much better than your Hu family's Hu Xiu, and I heard that these two have been friends since childhood, if they can enter the sword test cave together, they can also take care of each other." I wonder what the master thinks?"

Tang Qingyuan said "hmm" and said that he had no opinion.