Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 10 Chen Baishan Father and Son

A day later, Xue Yun sent off the fourth monk of the Chen family. Fang brewed a cup of colorful spirit flower tea in his spare time and took a few sips.

Since she married to Haichang Island three years ago, she has never been so busy.

But she was extremely happy in her heart.

This was the first time that Chen Ping entrusted her with important matters.

It must be done beautifully, so that the old monster can see his value.

With Xiao Jiujiu in her arms, Xue Yun is full of longing for the future.

Although the old monster was secretive about the origin of his previous life, judging from the fact that the secret techniques of taming the spirit he taught at will were all Huang Pin's astonishing handwriting, Xue Yun was sure that this person was definitely a genuine high-level monk.

"Jindan Daoist or Nascent Soul... Patriarch?"

Thinking deeply, Xue Yun suddenly felt chills down her spine, and hurriedly stopped her messy thoughts.

Following Chen Ping for just a few months, he has obtained benefits that he could not imagine in his life. Even if he is controlled by the spider web blood mark, it is worthwhile to be a bull and a horse.

What's more, this old monster is quite generous, and seems to have the intention to cultivate her.

Silently putting away her small thoughts, Xue Yun recalled the quotations made by those members of the Chen family today.

The highest bidder was Chen Jue, the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall, who was willing to buy the shop at a price of [-] spirit stones.

The second place was Chen Qiudong, the deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall, one hundred spirit stones less than Chen Yu.

The price given by the other two was too low, Xue Yun didn't even consider it.

According to Chen Ping's instructions, five thousand spirit stones is the bottom line, and if no one comes out within three days, the price cannot be lowered.

The number of Crescent Valley stores remains unchanged at only 33.

This created a situation where there were too many monks and too little porridge.

For hundreds of years, once there is a store in New Moon Valley for sale, it will cause a lot of waves, and then attract many monks to rush to buy it first, without worrying about sales.

Just as Xue Yun was pondering seriously, there was a burst of heavy footsteps outside the cave, and then two people arrived at the entrance of the cave one after the other.

"Ping'er, it's me!"

On the edge of the outside of the formation, two monks stood.

One was older, with a purple hairpin on his head, and a burly figure, and it was he who spoke.

The other person is about 20 years old, with a straight nose, a pair of piercing eyes, and a gold-rimmed belt tied around his waist, like a prince and grandson in the mortal world.

Pay close attention to the appearance of these two people, they are three or four points similar to Chen Ping.

"Second uncle!"

Seeing the person coming, Xue Yun quickly opened the formation and let the two of them enter the cave.

That's right, these two are Chen Ping's second uncle, Chen Baishan, and his cousin, Chen Hongjie.

When Chen An was alive, the relationship between the two families was relatively close.

In recent years, following Chen An's death, Chen Ping devoted himself to cultivating the Tao and not caring about trivial matters, so he gradually alienated from his second uncle's family.

After a while, seeing that two cups of spirit tea had been brewed, but Chen Ping hadn't appeared yet, Chen Baishan's expression collapsed unnaturally, and he asked, "Girl Yun, isn't Ping'er in Yuxuan Cave?"

"Second Uncle, Hiraro is retreating in a secret room at the moment, and I will be in charge of all matters at home for the time being."

Xue Yun was full of smiles, and she already had some guesses about Chen Baishan and his son's sudden visit, probably because of the shop in New Moon Valley!
"absurd!"

Chen Baishan snorted coldly, tapped his fingernails on the edge of the teacup, and said bluntly: "You are an outsider, what can you decide? Hurry up and call Ping'er out, I have something important to discuss with him this time."

At the same time, Chen Hongjie, who was sitting on the side, also smiled contemptuously, and said sarcastically, "Sister-in-law, you should invite elder brother out, we have a lot of affairs, how can we spend all the time here?"

The arrogance of Chen Baishan and his son was not aimed at Xue Yun deliberately.

The Chen family has become more and more powerful in recent years, and there are many dependents flocking to it.

The Xue family on Baiye Island is only one of the vassal forces of their Chen family.

To put it bluntly, it is almost equivalent to a master-servant relationship.

What's more, Xue Yun is not taken seriously in Xue's family.

Her biological grandfather was the head of the Xue family.

Although this person is a foundation-building monk, he is more interested in the art of the house.

He married more than ten wives and concubines in his life, and gave birth to twenty or thirty children.

They spread branches and leaves, and by Xue Yun's generation, the number of direct descendants expanded rapidly.

Xue Yun is just a mediocre junior with a low-grade spiritual root, and it is impossible for him to get special attention from his grandfather.

Her position in her natal family was so embarrassing, and even in her powerful husband's family, she was even more condescending.

"Pinglang has explained before the retreat that he should not be disturbed by anything that happens. So, please forgive Yun'er for being rude."

Xue Yun bit her lip and whispered softly, but her face revealed a determination.

"Ha ha!"

Chen Baishan raised his eyebrows, slapped the table and stood up, furiously: "Xue Yun, I'll give you ten breaths of time to call Chen Ping out!"

"boom!"

At this moment, the tightly closed stone door shattered open, and a thin figure slowly approached from the dust.

Leaning at the two uninvited guests expressionlessly, Chen Ping said quietly: "Second Uncle, Xue Yun is my Taoist companion, I cannot tolerate your angry words, this Yuxuan Cave is my territory, no one can come here This presumptuousness!"

"Cousin, how did you talk to the elders?"

Chen Hongjie was young and energetic, and immediately counterattacked sharply.

"For disturbing my retreat, Second Uncle, you are going to give me an explanation today!"

Chen Ping ignored Chen Hongjie directly, staring at Chen Baishan, every word was as cold as snow.

He was sacrificing the Earth Flame Sword, and he was interrupted at this joint, which made him almost fall short.

Chen Ping was furious at this moment!

If it wasn't for his status, he would have liked to slap these two noisy flies to death.

Seeing Chen Ping's frightening look of gnashing his teeth with angry eyes and devouring his eyes, Chen Baishan's eyelids twitched wildly!
This kid has a perverse personality since he was a child, and now that his elder brother has passed away, there is no one to cure him.

But after thinking about it, he came back to Yuxuan Cave for something, and it was useless to provoke Chen Ping.

Chen Baishan lowered his posture and said apologetically: "Ping'er, it was the second uncle who was a little anxious just now. I also just heard the news from the Internal Affairs Hall that you intend to sell the shop, so I rushed over here in a hurry."

Seeing that he was subdued, Chen Ping suppressed his anger for the time being, but still said coldly: "My father passed down the shop, and I can decide whether to sell it or keep it. Second uncle, what advice do you have?"

"I don't know how much Ping'er you want to sell? According to Second Uncle's analysis, selling four or five thousand spirit stones should not be a problem."

Chen Baishan asked tentatively.

Chen Ping frowned, and said bluntly: "Second Uncle, it's no fun to beat around the bush."

"Hongjie!"

Chen Baishan looked at his son, Xuanxuan said proudly, "Show it to your cousin."

"You look good!"

Chen Hongjie gave Chen Ping a cold look, crossed his hands in front of him, and his eyes shone brightly.

The next moment, the breath on his body began to rise violently.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through from the sixth level of Qi training and stepped into the seventh level of Qi training!
Chen Hongjie is 22 years old, and he is the golden and water spirit root of Zhongpin.

According to common sense, at this age, it is difficult to cultivate to the seventh level of Qi training.

Seeing that the spiritual power released by him was thin and varied, and it was still far from being able to use his arms and fingers, Chen Ping had an inference at the moment.

"Cousin must have swallowed a lot of pills to barely advance!"

"His foundation is not stable, and it is time to retreat to consolidate his realm. It is unwise to waste time in my Yuxuan Cave."

Chen Ping said indifferently.

"Ping'er!"

Chen Baishan was very excited, and said in a trembling voice: "Two years later, for us, it will be a life-and-death competition for the continuation of the qualifications of the direct line."

"In order to win, Hongjie risked the troubles of his unstable foundation, refining the elixir day and night, and only then broke through the barrier in one fell swoop and advanced to the seventh floor!"

Chen Baishan is a low-grade spiritual root. He set foot on the immortal way since he was a child, and his progress in cultivation has been suppressed by his elder brother Chen An.

Frustrated, he devoted himself to running the business and accumulated a considerable fortune over the years.

Now, although he is still at the fifth level of Qi training, he cannot make any progress.

But with his full support, his son Chen Hongjie entered the seventh level of Qi training one step earlier than Chen Ping, as if he had recovered what he had lost.

"Oh, and then what?"

Chen Ping sneered and said noncommittally.

"Ping'er, second uncle hopes that after you sell the shop in New Moon Valley, you will take out two thousand spirit stones, and I will try to find a way to buy a Qiyang pill with three patterns for your cousin, so that he His cultivation has improved to another level!"

"In this way, the chances of winning will be higher."

Chen Baishan said in his mouth, turned around and supported Chen Ping's shoulder, and said sincerely: "Ping'er, I hope you put the overall situation first!"

"Cough cough..."

Beside, Xue Yun drank the spirit flower tea and almost choked in her throat.

Chen Baishan's thoughts are too naive, right?
Let Chen Ping give out spirit stones for his son to practice, but also ask him to take care of the overall situation?

If it were the old Chen Ping, there was still a little possibility of taking into account the blood relationship.

Now, it's obviously self-inflicted humiliation.

"Haha...that's ridiculous!"

With a flash, Chen Ping avoided Chen Baishan, pointed at him and said sarcastically.

Qiyang Pill, also known as "Xiaozhuji Pill".

If monks below the eighth level of Qi training level take it, they can directly break through the small level of one level.

Each monk can only take one piece in his life.

Because of its magical effect of breaking ranks, although this pill is listed as a first-grade pill, the price has always remained high.

The most common Yiwen Qiyang Pill sells for three thousand spirit stones each.

As for the Three Daowen Qiyang Pill that Chen Baishan wanted to buy for his son, the price would never be less than five thousand!

"Ping'er, what do you mean?"

Chen Baishan said angrily: "It doesn't matter if you want to give it or not!"

"This spirit stone is borrowed from you as if the second uncle asked you, and it will be returned to you on a monthly basis after the competition."

With his eyes half closed, Chen Ping grinned and said, "Second Uncle, I can borrow your spirit stone. But my brother will settle accounts clearly, and my nephew will not deceive you. Two thousand spirit stones, one thousand interest per year, how about it?"

"what!"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Chen Baishan was still somewhat relieved.

But the more I listened to it later, the more something went wrong.

The interest was so outrageous that it couldn't be described with sky-high asking prices. It was obviously deliberately playing tricks on them.

"Cousin, do you really not want to borrow it?"

Chen Hongjie glared at him, and threatened: "Once Dabi loses and loses his direct line status, will you be able to keep the position of guard?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

Chen Ping waved his hands and said impatiently: "Yun'er, see off the guests!"

"Yes, Hirao."

Chen Ping's tough attitude made Xue Yun, who had just been wronged, feel happy, and said bluntly: "Second Uncle, please go back!"

"Good, good, good! Hongjie, let's go!"

Chen Baishan's chest swelled violently, he kicked over a stone table blocking the way angrily, and left with Chen Hongjie.

Chen Ping watched the two of them leave the cave, and couldn't stop sneering.

Not to mention that the spirit stones obtained from the sale of the store are intended to be used to buy the real mask, even if it is temporarily useless, he will not be kind enough to lend it to others.

Among the monks, the word "struggle" is emphasized.

Chen Hongjie's cultivation base has been improved, what good is it for him?

Anyway, Chen Ping alone is enough for the direct descendants.

If the second uncle's family were honest and obedient, Chen Ping would allow them to continue enjoying their privileges.

If not, he would not mind severing ties with Chen Baishan.

"Yun'er, I plan to retreat for a few more days. If Chen Baishan comes again, he will be turned away."

Chen Ping gave an order, and the Earth Flame Sword came out of its sheath and cut off a huge stone wall, blocking the hole in the secret room.

(End of this chapter)