Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 17 Ye Mofan

When only a few miles away from Tengshan Island, Chen Ping took back the spirit boat.

A Zhichun Road Talisman appeared in his hand, and it split apart inch by inch when pinched with two fingers.

In an instant, a vortex of air flow was suspended on the sea surface.

The surrounding mottled sea stirred wildly, and traces of pure earth-attribute aura were stripped from the air, finally forming a three-foot-wide dirt road.

Stepping on this temporarily condensed avenue in the sea, Chen Ping picked up his speed and ran fast, and a few rabbits climbed up a rock wall in the blink of an eye.

After searching around several times with his spiritual sense, after finding no trace of other living beings, Chen Ping raised one arm and landed lightly on the shore.

Feeling the surrounding environment, he couldn't help frowning.

Not to mention the negligible amount of natural spiritual power contained here, the inhalation of the five viscera actually produced a sense of filth and foulness.

Without the suppression of spiritual veins, the cultivation environment on Fujishan Island is indeed harsh.

If you stay for too long, your cultivation will even stop advancing and retreat.

But there are also conveniences in this way.

There is a lack of spiritual energy here, and even the daily meditation of Qi training monks can't satisfy them.

Foundation Establishment cultivators who have higher requirements for the cultivation environment will not sit here for a long time.

In the absence of the Foundation Establishment monks, Chen Ping thought that he would not be afraid to meet several monks who were at the peak of Qi training.

With concentrated eyes, Chen Ping looked into the distance.

On the north side of the island fifty miles away, a lone peak protrudes.

In the sky on the mountainside, there is an upside-down lotus platform composed of colorful clouds, which is slowly rotating continuously.

According to the family's information, the copper crystal mine is buried at the bottom of the mountain called "Taizhu Mountain" near the coast.

The colorful lotus platform shrouded in the sky of Taizhu Mountain is actually a second-level formation, the "Seven Colors Rainbow Platform".

This formation is lackluster in terms of attack and attack, but its defensive ability is one of the few in the second-level formation.

In addition, the Meng Yu family each invested two monks from the ninth level of Qi training to preside over the magic circle.

Even monks in the late stage of foundation establishment would take three to five hours to break through the defense.

At this moment, the formation was operating normally, no matter how high Chen Ping thought of himself, he did not dare to enter from the front.

"Let's get in first!"

Chen Ping was pondering, stepped on a stone the size of a water tank, grabbed it with his fingers, and dug a pit.

Then, he threw his Baifang storage bag into the pit and covered it with soil.

Finally, he used an earth escape talisman to carry the stone into the mud which was thirty feet above the ground.

After making a good mark, Chen Pingfang set off for Taizhu Mountain.

He only carried a seven party storage bag with him.

The bag contained only the top-grade magic artifact, the Biwen Sword, five bottles of Erdaowen's Containing Pill, Qi Condensation Pill for restoring mana, and more than a hundred pieces of low-grade Lingshi.

All other relatively valuable items were put into the stone pit.

After all, he intends to sneak into the seven-color rainbow platform, and there is only one way to go, and that is to become a miner of the Meng family.

According to his speculation, when external miners hand in the copper crystals, in order to prevent engulfing and smuggling, it is estimated that the storage bags will be checked forcibly.

If the treasures on his body are too eye-catching, it will inevitably attract the suspicion of the supervisor monk.

Since he was pretending to be a casual cultivator, he should have the appearance of a casual cultivator.

"tick tick"

It rained non-stop all night.

In the early morning, Taizhu Mountain is a little quiet, only the dense rustling of rain hitting leaves and the gurgling of spring water and rocks.

Sufficient water vapor forms dense mist that covers half of Mount Taizhu.

In the fog, a moss-covered path twists and turns, sinking into the fog without end.

At this time, there were two people walking side by side on the path.

They walk vigorously, even if the mountain road is muddy and slippery, they still walk on the ground.

The person on the right is of medium stature, with thin skin and tender flesh, and an extremely handsome face.

Although the other person is also heroic, but compared with the young master next to him, he is more than a notch behind.

"Brother Lu, how long do you plan to stay on Fujiyama Island?"

The young monk who looked like a son-in-law asked, his words were full of familiarity.

But the "Brother Lu" he called frowned, and replied with a bit of helplessness: "I don't know, maybe a year or two."

This helpless monk was naturally Chen Ping.

He originally hid at the foot of the mountain, intending to wait for the next spiritual boat to dock, and then follow the monk team into Mount Taizhu.

Everything was within his plan.

At dawn, a spirit boat docked at Tengshan Island.

More than 20 monks got off the boat one after another.

The cultivation bases are very low, basically between the fourth and sixth levels of Qi training, and there are even two of the third level of Qi training.

Seeing them detour along the mountain road, Chen Ping quietly followed behind.

And the handsome young man who was walking side by side with him was deliberately approached by him for the sake of cliche.

This person's surname is Ye and his name is Mo Fan, and he claims to be a collateral clan of the Ye family on Hongsha Island.

This red sand island is located in the waters of the Yu family.

The Ye family is the overlord of this island. There was an old ancestor in the early foundation establishment period in the family, but it has fallen more than ten years ago.

The Ye family was in the west, and Ye Mofan was only from a collateral lineage, so he didn't have much training resources.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to come to Fujiyama Island to earn spirit stones.

According to Ye Mofan, the Meng family suddenly increased the salaries of miners by [-]% this year for some reason, and the monks who came down from this spirit boat were basically attracted by this matter.

After getting the news he wanted, Chen Ping quickened his pace and stopped talking to this person.

But who would have known that this Ye Mofan was an out-and-out acquaintance, following him at a trot all the way, nagging endlessly in his ear.

"Brother Lu, I actually envy you casual cultivators, who are free from worries and don't care about trivial matters in the family."

Ye Mofan sighed softly, folded a landscape painting fan at some point in his hand, and said with emotion while shaking it.

A trace of dissatisfaction floated in Chen Ping's heart unconsciously.

This person's chatter is really annoying him, it's better to get rid of it.

Anyway, the terrain of Taizhu Mountain is steep, and this guy is alone, even if he disappears, he will not be noticed.

"Brother Lu, when this work is over, I would like to invite you to Hongsha Island to taste the golden osmanthus wine. I wonder if it would be a favor?"

Ye Mofan didn't notice his gradually cold expression at all, and continued on his own: "The golden osmanthus wine I brew is quite different from the ones sold in the market!"

"A unique spiritual material is added to the wine, which makes the wine dark purple and has a strong fruity taste, which is three points spicy and three points bitter. You can know all the flavors of life once you taste it!"

In the end, Ye Mofan's eyes were dim, and he was intoxicated aftertaste, as if he was tasting the secret wine.

"Golden Osmanthus Wine..."

Chen Ping was slightly taken aback, his hostility suddenly subsided, and he recited these three words silently, and said with a little emotion: "A bunch of golden autumn sweet-scented osmanthus, three purple grapes, six-dollar magic pepper, seven withered celery, sink into the Ten years at the bottom of the cold well, three points sweet, three points spicy, three points bitter."

"Ahem, Brother Lu is also a person who knows how to drink. Ye is really ashamed to play an ax in front of a master."

Ye Mofan scratched his head and laughed.

After a moment, Chen Ping recovered his calm demeanor, and said flatly: "Lu is not good at drinking, and he doesn't know much about drinking. This is what a fellow alcoholic Taoist met at the beginning of his cultivation."

"Oh, where is that Taoist friend? Can you introduce me to him!"

Ye Mofan's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly.

"him…"

Chen Ping shook his head, and said melancholy: "He has been gone for many years."

Ye Mofan covered his mouth in a daze, and said regretfully, "How did he die?"

"He was too wordy, and Lu's sword stabbed him through!"

Chen Ping's tone was flat, but what he said made people shudder.

"Ah! Fellow Daoist Lu, are you joking?"

Ye Mofan was stunned, he felt that Chen Ping was teasing him, but he didn't take it seriously.

"You can continue to follow me and try!"

Chen Ping glanced at him indifferently, then walked away with a wave of his long sleeves.

Ye Mofan stopped, and retreated subconsciously.

Just now he sensed a real murderous aura from Chen Ping, like a poisonous snake.

He has a very strong intuition, as long as he gets closer, this person will definitely kill him!

Ye Mofan's disposition is simple, but he is not a fool. He immediately decided to stay away from Chen Ping and go his own way.

Little did they know, just now he almost went to the gate of hell.

……

Taizhu Mountain, in front of an uneven hillside.

When Chen Ping arrived here, there were already more than a dozen people waiting in line.

Ten feet away from the hillside, the multi-coloured rainbow light shines down and shines brightly.

On both sides, there are four monks in silver armor, all of whom have eight levels of Qi training.

They held halberds in their hands, two in front and two in back, faintly blocking everyone's retreat.

"Meng Ping, old man, is the chief supervisor of the Taizhushan Copper Crystal Mine. Fellow Daoists, please register here first."

After a while, an old Taoist wearing a Bagua diagram walked out from inside the formation, and said in a kind tone.

This old man has a short and stiff mustache, and a pair of brown eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets.

Meng Ping didn't hide his aura, and his nine-level qi training was exposed in front of everyone, which shocked people.

Chen Ping pursed his lips calmly.

There are four monks on the ninth level of Qi training stationed in Taizhu Mountain, and this Meng Ping is the most powerful one among them.

He once got into a life-and-death struggle with two monks of the same rank, and as a result, one of them died and the other was injured, but Meng Ping retreated completely.

According to family information, this person has sacrificed several top-grade magic weapons, which are both offensive and defensive, and are difficult to deal with.

But in his eyes, Mengping is a mobile "treasure house", and the more valuable items he has on him, the better.

"Name, report on the origin."

With his beard between his fingers, Meng Ping said concisely.

At the front of the line is a middle-aged female nun who still has charm.

Seeing Meng Ping's inquiry, she hurriedly replied: "My concubine is Nie Qian, a casual cultivator, from Beiyu Island."

"Meng Gui, come out and register."

Meng Ping yelled into the formation.

Then a monk who was about the same age as Chen Ping and with triangular eyes rushed over, bowed to Meng Ping, and said respectfully, "Nephew obeys."

After finishing speaking, Meng Gui picked up the talisman pen and began to write and draw on a jade book.

"You Daoist Nie, please put this thing close to your dantian."

After Meng Gui registered, Meng Ping took out a pebble-sized blue bead and threw it to Nie Qian.

"What is this?"

Nie Qian was stiff, clutching the beads and hesitated for a while.

The dantian is one of the life gates of monks, and it must not be easily approached by unknown objects.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Nie, this is the measuring element bead, it won't cause any harm to monks, it's just to verify the true cultivation of fellow Daoist."

Meng Ping saw the woman's worry and explained in a pleasant manner.

"The concubine is clear."

Nie Qian's red lips parted, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that there were more than 20 monks around, and that the Meng family should not dare to do anything, Nie Qian felt relieved.

Gathering her mind, she sticks the measuring yuan pearl on her lower abdomen as she said.

(End of this chapter)