Three days later, Chen San released the boat again to carry Liu Wuduo and the others away.

Although Chen San prepared a lot of meat and wine, and even some clothes, there were countless poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the mountains and forests, and the two of them could not block the invasion of poisonous insects outside the body like the spiritual power of the three immortals of Chen. When Chen San beckoned the two of them to leave, their faces were full of red, swollen and small sores as if they were young people, and they were grinning with pain, but they didn't dare to exhale, for fear of attracting Chen San, the immortal master, who did not like it.

More than ten days later, Chen San sent Liu Wu and the others to Chen's mansion, instructed Wang Gui to arrange some idle work for the two of them at will, and accompanied his family for a few days before leaving for the mountain.

In front of him, the Qingyunmen Mountain Gate Taoist Temple was still as magnificent as when he first entered the door, and the high-altitude wind swept across his face, causing a slight wave in Chen San's heart, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly, it was almost half a year to go out in a hurry.

Think about the time when Shizun once said that the elders in the sect needed to refine magic weapons or magic weapons were rare and rare, and it was difficult to collect the power of the Qingyun Sect, most of the elders went out on their own to find them, and they went for several years, more than ten years, and even recorded that an elder still had nothing for decades before returning to the sect. This kind of situation is not like this for one or two elders, and it is not once or twice when they go out to practice and hunt for treasures, and so on are interspersed between the elders' lives until Shou Yuan has returned from sitting down.

It can be seen that even if the life of the immortal cultivator is extremely long, it cannot withstand the passage of time. Even if he is the master of a sect, if he can't prolong his life by inch, he will eventually turn into a piece of loess.

Thinking of this, Chen San couldn't help but be stunned, since the world of cultivating immortals is so cruel and realistic, always on the verge of extinction, even if he is alive, he will not be at peace for a moment, why is he cultivating immortals? Could it really be as Senior Brother Yang Fan said, he just disdains the hundred arts of the mortal world, and just wants to follow the path of ascending to immortals?

Outside the gate of Qingyunmen Mountain, Chen San stepped on a small boat suspended in the air, his brows furrowed slightly, and he thought silently.

After a long time, the gate of the Taoist temple on the mountain gate was opened, and a faint light flew towards Chen San.

"Senior Brother Sun Wen has seen Senior Brother. ”

"Senior Sister Sun Feng has seen Senior Brother. ”

A few feet in front of Chen San, a man and a woman appeared, both dressed in green clothes, and after seeing Chen San's clothes, they greeted Chen San in unison.

Then Sun Wen asked, "I don't know what trouble my senior brother has, and he didn't come in when he stopped in front of the mountain gate?"

Looking at the two people in front of him, recalling the incident that he had encountered when he returned to the mountain, Chen San's thoughts extended again. When he was young, he was ambushed and beaten and abused, but he was angry but helpless. After being sent to the barracks by his father, the military discipline was strict, and he hated it but couldn't resist at all. I met Miss Yan on the street, but she couldn't flirt, but she was attacked by fans.

Thinking of this, Chen San grinned at the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face was extremely strange, and he looked at Sun Wen and Sun Feng inexplicably.

After the two spoke again, Chen Sancai shook his head, came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay." The senior brother just saw such a magnificent mountain gate hall when he returned to the door, and he was touched and realized for a while. After speaking, he ignored the strange expressions on the faces of the two, and drove the boat under his feet straight to the mountain gate.

When approaching the square in front of the palace, a trace of self-deprecation flashed in Chen San's eyes, and he said in his heart: His uncle, young master, I am just practicing immortals in vain, and I am just happy and free, thinking so long-term.

When he crossed the threshold, Chen San remembered Xiao Wu, a childhood friend, or the fifth brother, who was still ordinary and comfortable, and said, "If you ask Xiuxian if he has regretted it, he will answer that he is willing to bury the soil for a hundred years." And he decided to live his life.

Passing by the Qingyun Palace, Chen San bowed and bowed, looked up at the bronze statue of Qingyun for a while, and then left heavily.

In the front hall of Song Zhuoxian's courtyard, after Chen San bowed, he was waved down by Song Zhuoxian.

Looking at his beloved apprentice, Song Zhuoxian, whose eyes were full of love, reproached in his words: "Chen San, you have already violated the rules of the door when you go out to practice this time, and now it has been so long before you return to the door, if you can't give a reason, see how the teacher will punish you." ”

When Chen San heard this, he smiled and said: "Shizun doesn't know something, San'er has gained a great opportunity for this experience, and he has not been able to return to the sect for such a long time under the turn, and Shizun is tired and worried." ”

Song Zhuoxian said curiously when he heard this: "Third boy Chen, don't try to lie to me, if I can see the truth, I will definitely not spare you." ”

Looking at Song Zhuoxian's appearance, Chen San knew that his master was just blaming himself for going out to the Valley of Dangers for such a long time, and he must have wandered around the outside world to find new things after training, knowing that young people are generally like this, so he only blamed Chen San.

After thinking about it, he slapped it on his waist, and a wooden box was presented in his hand, and Chen San stepped forward and handed it to Song Zhuoxian.

Song Zhuoxian had a clear expression on his face, but a trace of disapproval flashed under his eyes, and he urged the spiritual power of the wooden box with his hand, easily unlocked the ban, and slowly uncovered the wooden box.

The moment the wooden box was opened, Song Zhuoxian's face changed greatly, staring closely at the things in the box, his expression made people not see a trace of the demeanor of a great monk in the Jindan period from his body, but it was like a middle-aged scholar in the world who showed his expression after meeting a famous scholar.

Song Zhuoxian stared at the wooden box for a while, then looked up at Chen San, then closed the wooden box, his expression returned to calm, his eyes flickered, and he pondered.

Chen San, who felt the glance of his master just now, was shocked, but the expression on his face remained unchanged at all, and he still looked at Song Zhuoxian fixedly, waiting for a reply.

Fortunately, when he returned to the door, he had already thought about this scene many times in his heart, so he did not reveal what he thought in Song Zhuoxian's eyes.

What was placed in the wooden box was, of course, the five-leaf Mingshen grass that Chen San had obtained with his life by luck on this trip.

This is gambling, Chen San, who has heard a lot and has seen the deception of the immortal cultivation world, is betting that Song Zhuoxian will not kill himself even if he covets the treasures in front of him.

Chen San has no choice, if he doesn't offer the spirit grass, the hidden secrets on his body will be discovered sooner or later, and now he has also found a golden book that should have been a war profit in the door, once discovered, his life will definitely be lost.

Directly offering the spiritual grass to the master, it is an ironclad matter that Chen San's master and apprentice are not in harmony.

If you offer it to your master, you must be able to withstand the temptation, otherwise the worst result will be to find an excuse to kill Chen San and swallow the treasure. The second is to take the treasure and take it himself, and then help Chen San to realize the abnormal divine sense in front of others.

Of course, the best result was that Song Zhuoxian presented treasures to the sect on behalf of Chen San, and the master and apprentice both received the reward.

Just when Chen San's mind was turning, Song Zhuoxian looked at Chen San with a solemn expression and said: "Chen San, no matter how you get this kind of heaven and earth spiritual object as a teacher, now you take it for the teacher as soon as possible and meditate and refine, and in the future, the teacher will speak to you in front of outsiders." After speaking, he threw the wooden box back to Chen San.

Chen San's heart was shocked, he took the wooden box, and said movingly: "San'er thanks to Master Zun's love! But San'er has found as many as two spiritual grasses during this experience, and he has already taken one on the way back. After speaking, Chen San handed the wooden box to Song Zhuoxian.

Song Zhuoxian was stunned for a while, and then said happily: "So very good! So very good!" As he spoke, he took the wooden box again, "For the master to know what you are worried about, this spiritual grass will be presented to the sect for you in exchange for the sect's reward." ”

Chen San's expression stiffened, and he laughed dryly and said: "It turns out that the master has already seen San'er's careful thoughts, but San'er is still making that little action in front of the master, and I hope that the master will punish San'er." ”

Song Zhuoxian shook his head and said: "It's good that you can have this thought, and I don't blame you for being a teacher." ”

"Moreover, San'er still has a matter that is unknown, and he wants to ask Shizun for advice. Chen San suddenly hesitated.

"Say it. ”

"San'er later bought dozens of ink stones suspected of being mentioned in the classics of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in the Xianbaofang Scattered Cultivation Workshop Market, and absorbed the ink gas to advance the earth spirit root to the lower grade. As he spoke, Chen San looked at Song Zhuoxian's expression carefully.

"And such a good thing, you kid chance really makes me some old monsters speechless. Song Zhuoxian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"More than that, I don't know what has changed after absorption, whether the disciple is casting spells or using magic weapons, it has become extremely strange. After finishing speaking, Chen San didn't wait for Song Zhuoxian to ask, turned around and raised his halberd to swipe his fingers, and a cyan wind blade in the air that was nearly a foot long, and the wind spiritual power was flowing and entwined quickly took shape, and flew out of the courtyard door and shot into the air in a piercing whistling sound.

"This, why is this, why can San'er have the Wind Scythe Technique that unleashes such power, and you don't need to pinch the trick to cast it quickly?" Song Zhuoxian felt that there was a lot of fuss today, and this Chen San brought back so much shock when he went out, which made him a little uncomfortable to speak.

San'er didn't know, but San'er guessed that it was originally an earth-attribute hidden spirit root, and he had mutated after absorbing the ink gas in the ink stone, and the abnormality of this spell also appeared after the spirit root was extracted. After speaking, Chen San withdrew his protective spiritual power and let his master investigate.

Chen San was also forced to temporarily add this spiritual root statement, all because the practice of casting spells should be practiced frequently, unlike the physical body, which is difficult for people to see the abnormality without fighting. When Chen San practiced the technique, people could see it, how would he explain it then?

Since even the first-grade spirit grass was brought back from this sect this time, Chen San simply gritted his teeth and even made this a fiction, thinking that those elders and masters would not suspect that a disciple who had a first-grade spirit grass brought back by the Great Blessing Source would fabricate himself who absorbed the six-grade ink qi stone and produced a mutated spirit root.

Although he didn't want to deceive Song Zhuoxian, Chen San also knew that there were some things that few people knew about, so it was best for them to know less.

On the way back to the door, Chen San had also figured out some of the characteristics of his hidden spirit root, unless the other party was too high than him, he would be able to let people see as many products as he wanted.

Sure enough, Song Zhuoxian, who began to think about it after the investigation, shook his head soon after.

Afterwards, Chen San told Song Zhuoxian about the experience on the way back to the door, and all the special features were concealed or some modifications were made.

When it came to Chen San's purchase of the six-grade spiritual object ink qi stone with only more than 100 spirit stones, this process of Chen San's modification, Song Zhuoxian sighed Chen San's blessing and the treasure of the honest youth.

This kind of mistaken purchase of waste or treasures in the Immortal Cultivation Realm occurs from time to time, and the black stone is also very similar to the ink qi stone in the Immortal Cultivation Realm that can improve the grade of the earth spirit root, so Chen San simply made a fuss about it.

In Chen San's narration, Song Zhuoxian always pointed out where Chen San should be like this, and it should be like this here, so that Chen San was taught and thought about changing in the future.

"Alright, you're tired, let's go back and get some rest. After Chen San finished speaking, Song Zhuoxian waved his hand and said.

Chen San bowed and exited the courtyard, exhaled lightly, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and returned to his small courtyard with a smile all the way.