Mr. Liao presented spiritual tea to Qian Chen and chatted with him with great enthusiasm: "When I read "The Pill of Alchemy" in the past, I recorded the conversation between Ge Hongxianweng, who was refining alchemy in Baicao Mountain and the fire-burning Taoist boy. That Taoist boy was the ancestor of Baicao Mountain in the future."
"The ancestor of Baicaoshan asked Ge Hong Xianweng how to refine the Immortal God Pill."
"The immortal man told him that when the Taishang refining elixir in the past, he used the demon inner alchemy as the material to kill countless demons to refine demon pills. After refining, taking the demon blood pill, he could obtain the demon's powerful qi and blood, and his body and strength were extremely powerful. So the human race slaughtered demon pills one after another, and gradually became stronger. He could compete with the powerful tribes among demons."
"But the demons have a long lifespan, and the powerful magical men of the human race gradually age and die one after another. The human race is in a state of disobedience, which attracts the spy of the demons..."
"So the Taishang Daozu collected hundreds of herbs as medicine and refined elixirs for plants and trees. After taking them, they could prolong their life and cure all diseases."
"After the human race lived and was strong, they finally stabilized their status. They prayed to the high gods and demons, fearing their magical powers, immortality and power. The Supreme Taoist Ancestor had to refine elixirs with gold and stone minerals, obtain the immortality of gold and refine the golden elixir, and finally allowed the tribe to live forever and no longer pray for gods and demons."
Qian Chen smiled slightly and said, "I have heard of this story, but I didn't know it from "The Ordinary Pin Lun". When this story was available, Baicaoshan probably hadn't written the "The Ordinary Pin Lun" yet!"
Qian Chen sighed and continued to tell the story: "In the end, the immortal human race began to challenge the gods and demons, but fell under the powerful magic power of the gods and demons, and the boundless power of the gods and demons."
"The Supreme Taoist Ancestor observed the gods and demons and found that they did not eat blood, nor collected spiritual medicines, plants and trees. They only decorated the excavated divine gold ore outside their bodies and refined them into magical weapons and demons. He did not understand how these gods and demons became powerful. Until one day, he saw a god and demon swallowing the sun and the moon, adopting the five energys, and then suddenly realized the secret of the power of gods and demons."
"The Supreme One collects qi and refines elixirs, and nine turns to swallow the universe, and finally refines the Immortal Pill."
"After taking the Immortal God Pill, the human race finally became immortal and the gods, possessing the same magical powers and magic powers, which are as powerful as gods and demons!"
Liao Chaofeng was fascinated and said, "This is the origin of the human race's way of cultivation! The way of refining Qi originates from the ancient gods and demons breathing innate energy. The golden elixir path originated from the Taishang Taoist ancestor's alchemy, and the way of the Yuanshen gods originated from the heaven and earth to conceive the innate gods. After the Yuanshen, I don't know, but it must be the path that the human race predecessors such as Taishang Taoist ancestor have been constantly opening up."
"Now that practicing Qi, forming pills, and refining the spirit has become orthodox practice, but our human race has gradually forgotten the great way left by these predecessors. The Middle Earth cultivation world has declined. In the vast Jiuzhou, in recent years, even the achievements of the true immortals of the Yuanshen have rarely been heard."
Old Liao sighed, "It should be a problem for the aristocratic family!"
Qian Chen didn't say anything, and he heard a strong sense of reluctance from Mr. Liao. It seemed that when he was young, there was a story. But now he could only sit in this market and be a court court who identifies rare treasures.
As Qian Chen saw it.
It is too hard for a casual cultivator in Middle Earth, or a monk without a family background!
Like Dao Ren Zhen, he was growing wildly, and he took a breath of spiritual energy in the gap left by the aristocratic family.
While fighting wits and courage with small families from all over the world, we also have to plan resources for cultivation, and it is inevitable that we can see a little ugly.
Or like the old chauvinism, no matter how great the ambitions and pursuits they had when they were young, they could only live in the immortal city built by the immortal gate of the aristocratic family and rely on their protection to survive.
In this unspeakable silence, Zhou Kang returned with the Three Mountains Talisman. While he took out the talisman money to make some for Qian Chen to check, he asked the veteran Liao to identify the entire bottle of spiritual pill. This bottle of spiritual pill has sixteen, but it is worth the three thousand Sanshan Talisman.
If something goes wrong with this deal, he will be the end of the welcome deacon.
If you can be a traitor in the future, even if the Wuling Immortal Sect has a conscience.
Zhou Kang was very excited and was about to collect the pill, but Qian Chen asked, "Brother Zhou is also a child of a noble family?"
Zhou Kang said dismissively: "But he is a child of the Zhou family, but... haha! A child of a noble family like me is almost the same as a slave. I can only come out to work as a vocation and earn a little money for my cultivation. I also have to provide various conveniences for the family every year. I have a headache!"
"I thought the children of aristocratic families were always taken care of in the sect!" Qian Chen said with a smile.
Zhou Kang sighed and said, "There are all people from those families in the sect, so where can we take care of? In recent years, if outsiders want to join the sect, if they have to be supported by those elders, they will have to marry female cultivators from those families. If Mr. Liao is willing to marry a daughter from a side branch, he may not have to stay in this market."
"I heard that Mr. Liao has the posture of forming a pill!"
Liao Chaofeng just shook his head and stopped talking.
Qian Chen picked up the price list, picked up many of the spiritual medicines, and handed them to Zhou Kang, asking him to transport them. The orders were all bulk goods, and were produced in the spiritual medicine fields. Those casual cultivators accidentally picked a few spiritual medicines or fine products collected by the aristocratic families, and they were all sold at various shops and stalls outside.
Zhou Kang led the way in front and led Qian Chen over. Qian Chen had bulging Sanshan Talismans and Wuling Xin Talismans stuffed into his sleeves. He often bought whatever was in the stall next to him, and did not bargain.
However, for a long time, the entire mountain city knew that a rich man had come to the yard.
In addition to those must-buy spiritual medicines, Qian Chen also saw many strange things. The fairy shop here is quite luxurious, and those who come and go are either monks or nobles from aristocratic families.
Even the "stall" that Qian Chen joked about was not casually laid a piece of cloth on the ground, just waiting for pedestrians to pass by and take a look.
Instead, pavilions, towers, red railings and jade build a landscape like a heavenly palace. The corridor is back in the middle, and the hollow copper stove can be seen from time to time, with a faint fragrance of concentrated spices.
The luxurious habits of this world family made Qian Chen feel a little uncomfortable.
This kind of elegant beauty that desperately burns in Qian Chen was already an idiot in creating air pollution in his previous life. But in this life he thought it was elegant. Qian Chen had to release a flying cloud, and turned into a blue cloud several feet in radius under his feet. Separating the faint fragrance, he stretched out a finger and divided auspicious cloud to lift Zhou Kang up.
Zhou Kang stood on the auspicious clouds that were unexpectedly steadily, and was held forward slowly.
"This is Ningxuan Pavilion, which is the industry of Zhuge, Langya. It sells the rituals and gentlemen's playthings." Zhou Kang guided Qian Chen, and Qian Chen glanced over and took a few glances and aroused his interest... Isn't this the cultural and entertainment shop in his previous life?
I was about to see what cultural relics in this world of immortality look like.
He drove Qingyun in, but saw dozens of carefully selected boys and girls standing in the Accord, with a strange treasure in front of each person.
Qian Chen saw a carp transformed from ink swimming in an inkstone, jumping in the inkstone.
The boy standing in front of the inkstone said, "Young Master, do you want to take a look at this ink treasure fairy carp? This fairy carp swallows and spits ink. If the young master writes ink, there should be some corrections and lets him eat it. There will be no trace of ink on the paper..."
"And such ink treasures are nourished by the spirit of calligraphy and paintings written, and can even be transformed into ink dragons. If a ink dragon is raised, he can become a master of calligraphy!"
"In the past, when the son of the Wang family Xizhi Zhenren, the son of the Wang family, who had twenty-eight characters in the world, raised a group of ink treasures and fairy carp in the jar when he was young. As a result, he had been studying hard for decades and actually raised the 10-day Taoist priest Sun Enzhenren when he went to the Wang family to attend the banquet. When he happened to meet the Xianzhi Zhenren washing the inkstone by the pool, he saw the plum blossoms by the pool with ink marks. The real person was curious and asked about it, and then he realized that it was Xizhi Zhenren who practiced calligraphy when he was young."
"Sun En, a Taoist priest, asked Wang Xianzhi a smile, "Shoulder Zun's family have trees beside the inkstone pool, and flowers bloom with light ink marks. So what about you?"
"The real person Xianzhi smiled and replied: There is a dragon!"
"I saw three ink dragons flying in the sky and exploring their heads into the pond to drink inkstones. Only then did Master Sun En know that the boy was not inferior to his father, so he took Xianzhi to enter the school. For two hundred years, the sixteen ink dragons have often played in the Jinghu Lake of the Taoist temple. This is Master Xianzhi's love for pets, and any one is not inferior to that of a monk Jiedan."
The boy was very eloquent and told the story in a legendary way.
If Qian Chen hadn't really been good at calligraphy or was a person of art, he might have bought this ink treasure.
But why do he talk about the stories of Xianzhi and Xizhi so strongly?
Qian Chen was silent for a moment... Taoist sacrificial wine, Master Sun En? Will he really not make such a rebellion in the Great Jin Dynasty? Qian Chen finally couldn't help asking: "What Master Xianzhi is practicing is Huang Tian Dafa?"
The boy was stunned and looked at Qian Chen with a strange look. He didn't know what this person was talking nonsense.
"Xianzhi Zhenren was once twenty-tenth in the world a hundred years ago, and now he has become the best elixir. Everyone in the world knows that he is practicing the "Huangting Neijing True Sutra" from the Taoist temple. What is this Huangtian Dao?" The boy's attitude was a little arrogant and said lightly.
Qian Chen sighed and said, "I heard that when Master Qian of Louguan Dao eliminated demons, he used thunder to kill the thousand-year-old willow tree demon who had been evil for a long time and harmed tens of thousands of creatures. Under a thunder, the tree demon turned into coke. When the sky thunder was really fired, everyone only knew how to find the remaining spiritual wood. Only Master Qian heard the sound of fire and knew that it must have good wood. Because of the burnt wood, it was cut into a piano, and the sound of thunder was played."
"When this piano moves, it is like the thunder sound of the Fahai Sea. The sound is straight and huge. All the demons hear it suddenly die. This is the Great Saint Leiyin piano."
"It can be seen that since ancient times, the words and deeds have similarities."
"Lou Guandao..." Zhou Kang frowned and said, "It seems that he has heard of this name..."
The little boy's face turned pale and said, "It is one of the true teachings of the Supreme Master!"
"I am here to thank you for your advice!" The little boy respectfully said to Qian Chenjin.
"Oh?" Qian Chen smiled and said, "What did I give you advice?"
Zhuge Jin bowed and said, "Sir, I should not be proud. I don't know the story of the true man Xianzhi washing ink and raising dragons, and I don't know the story of Master Qian's elimination of demons and making zithers. There are hermits in the world, and some reputation is not enough to be self-control. Although the reputation of Master Xianzhi and Master Sun En of the Wang family is prominent, is Master Qian from Louguandao also a master hermit?"
"The true man Xianzhi, Sun En Tianshi, has never been proud of his reputation. The master Qian of the Taoist Dao of Louguan is unknown to make zithers, and all three are not valued as reputation. I just learned about their reputation. Is it enough to be proud?"
"You can teach me!" Qian Chen nodded slightly.
I like this kind of tricks that I can make up for myself. Qian Chen means that his qualities are no less than Wang Xianzhi.
I can pretend to be this!
One day, I will use my Great Saint Leiyin Piano to play sixteen of his ink dragons!
Chapter completed!