Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 299 The old past

Chen Ping didn't restrain his aura deliberately, and the magic power wrapped in strong alchemy slowly spread out, filling the whole hall in every pervasive way.

"Cultivator Yuan Dan!"

A series of exclamations sounded, the coercion emanating from this person was so strong that even the most extreme half-step Yuandan could not achieve it.

"It's actually him..."

At the end of the private room, Shangguanjin shook his hands and his eyes trembled. He smiled inexplicably and said: "Oh, it really is him..."

"I have seen seniors."

Dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the auction hall were the first to react and bowed down one after another.

Although I don't know the Taoist name of the man in Tsing Yi, but respectfully calling out "senior" is much better than sitting dry like Kuchiki.

"Hello seniors."

Afterwards, more than 1000 junior qi practitioners stood up and saluted. Their movements were uniform and their voices echoed for a long time.

"Old man Pu Yuanhao, fellow daoist disrupting the order of the auction seems to be against my style."

At this time, a low and hoarse sound came from somewhere, the tone was not high, but it covered all the noise.

Chen Ping's expression changed, and he looked towards the first box in the East District, where the questioning voice came from.

The [-]-year auction of the Smelting Fire Union even attracted a Yuandan cultivator.

As for the name Pu Yuanhao, Chen Ping saw it once in the information presented by the enshrinement hall.

This person is the Supreme Elder of the Pu family, in the early stage of Yuan Dan.

The Pu family is located on Gujiao Island, 1000 miles south of Bazhu Island. For more than [-] years, the inheritance of Yuan Dan has never been broken, and it can be regarded as an old large-scale force.

There are two Yuandans in the contemporary Pu family, and this Pu Yuanhao is the one with the lowest cultivation level.

"Chen Ping, seeing that the auction is about to start, I was impatient for a moment. I'm really sorry if I disturb fellow Taoists."

Chen Ping cupped his hands and said with shame on his face.

He had already discovered that in the box where Pu Yuanhao was located, there was still half-kneeling a beautiful female cultivator in disheveled clothes and mouth full of perfume.

No wonder Pu Yuanhao's furious accusation was originally enjoying the strange kidney nourishing service.

"It's okay, Chen Daoyou find a box as soon as possible."

Pu Yuanhao snorted softly with his nose, but his tone softened a lot.

After all, the other party is a monk of the same rank, so the politeness gave him enough face.

Furthermore, he himself is also a guest of the auction, so there is no need to offend another Yuan Dan to the death for the sake of the Fire Smelting League.

Seeing that the friar in green was peaceful and did not fight Pu Yuanhao, Dong Shichang moved his feet to meet him with a smile on his face, pointed to the high-altitude mezzanine and said: "Today, Senior Meng Chen, you are here, and you will make our alliance flourish." It is a great honor for Pi Shenghui, and when the auction is over, the League will definitely treat you wholeheartedly, and now please move to the third box."

"Dong Xiaoyou is very good at talking."

Chen Ping praised casually, a blue light flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

Dong Shichang heaved a sigh of relief, quickly adjusted his state, picked up the vase spiritual weapon again, and said in a loud voice: "The top-grade spiritual weapon, the Peimu bottle, was built by Master Yan of the League in a year and three months. Auxiliary magic weapon, which can independently gather a large amount of wood-attribute spiritual energy and reduce the growth cycle of spiritual plants in the pot."

"Five thousand spirit stones, each price increase must be greater than three hundred, fellow Taoists who also practice alchemy and spirit planting, don't miss it."

"Five thousand six!"

"Five thousand and nine!"

"I pay six thousand and eight."

Apparently, the special effect of the wooden bottle is very popular, and within three breaths, the price has risen step by step and approached [-].

Box No. [-], the door is open.

Chen Ping lost interest when his consciousness swept over the wooden bottle.

Dong Shichang's introduction is very tempting, but the auxiliary magic weapon of the spirit weapon level is probably only effective for the second-order spirit wood, and the growth rate of the increase will not exceed [-]%.

Purely tasteless stuff.

The old god Chen Ping sat down, and inadvertently glanced at the box next door, a gleam of coldness flashed across his face.

"The low-grade spiritual root rushed into the foundation, good luck."

Turning the teacup, Chen Ping closed his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

……

"Ah Wei, the tea is cold."

Deng Chenhuan tapped the jade tabletop, and said suspiciously: "Why do you look so absent-minded?"

"Little Lord……"

Awei took the teacup which was still warm, feeling a chill in his heart, knelt down on his knees with a "plop", covered his face and cried bitterly: "Young Master save me, please Young Master save me!"

"You have been with me for twenty years, you should know that my young master dislikes procrastinating people the most."

Deng Chenhuan stared at his servant like a blade, and scolded sharply.

"It's not...he, he..."

Awei's joints trembled, and his incoherent speech was full of fear.

Deng Chenhuan caught a glimpse of the direction of his finger, immediately narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Your surname is Chen, and that senior is also surnamed Chen. Could it be that he is the Supreme Elder of your family?"

Hearing this, Awei nodded desperately, but didn't dare to say a word.

Cultivator Yuan Dan was sitting next door, and under the detection of his spiritual sense, it was indistinguishable from looking directly at him from a close distance.

Awei even suspected that the man recognized him immediately.

Although his appearance has been deliberately changed over the past few decades, there is nowhere to hide in front of high-ranking monks.

"How could it be him, how could it be him!"

Awei lay limp on the ground, his body as strong as an ox couldn't lift any strength.

Yes, his full name is Chen Wei, he is Chen Jinsong's eldest son and Chen Xintong's real brother.

But these identities are in the past tense, and now he is just a high-ranking servant of the Deng family.

The past is like the pictures recorded by the photo beads, which are revealed one by one.

Back then, after Jin Zhaoheng married Yuandan, he beheaded the Supreme Elder Gong Sihai of the Broken Star Gate in one fell swoop.

Seeing that Jinrui Island will become the center of the storm, the patriarch Chen Tong issued several orders in succession, asking him to sell the family property in Fangshi and return to Haichang.

He did exactly that at the beginning. As the big treasurer of Guangfu Pavilion on Jinrui Island, he had a lot of ways, and he harvested a total of [-] spirit stones after some operations.

According to the original trajectory, he should go back by boat immediately and hand over this resource to the family.

But on the day of waiting for the boat at the ferry, he tossed and turned all night.

Why is he a low-grade spiritual root, so he should be judged by his relatives to be hopeless, and he should be sent out early to manage the family business!
But the younger brother Chen Xintong enjoys the love of his father, uncles and aunts, so can he move forward to the foundation in a safe and secure way?

He was full of hatred, and he was extremely unwilling to turn into loess after a hundred years.

So, stepping on the morning sun, he made a bold decision.

Run away privately with money, leave the family, find a place that no one knows, and exchange for a Foundation Establishment Pill.

It's done, and it will live for 250 years, and it will become a foundation cultivator admired by the younger generation in a flash.

If you lose, there is nothing to say, the guest dies in a foreign land and his soul does not return.

A few years later, Chen Wei finally bought a foundation-building pill with one pattern on a strange second-level island.

There is still a day of clarification in Shahe, how can people have no luck.

With the ambition to die without success, Chen Wei insisted on opening the door to the second realm with a probability of less than [-]%.

After establishing his foundation, he faced two choices.

First, go back to Haichang and confess to the patriarch and great elder that he is already a foundation cultivator, and the family will never kill him easily, and they will not even pursue the past.

Second, be a free and unrestrained casual practitioner.

Chen Wei was wandering outside, accustomed to an unfettered life, and considered repeatedly giving up the idea of ​​returning to the family.

He went all the way south, but he didn't know that his luck seemed to be exhausted during the foundation building, and he encountered a celestial attack.

The medium-sized spirit boat he was driving was instantly shattered, and he was about to be annihilated by the force of nature. The caravan of the Deng family happened to pass by and rescued him.

Of course, the Deng family did not help out for free.

For this little life, he paid a huge price.

The Deng family planted a restriction in his meridians, and he will be enslaved for the rest of his life until he falls.

After the initial discouragement, Chen Wei attached himself to Deng Chenhuan, the young master of the Deng family, by virtue of his flexible way of dealing with the world.

The man was moody, but not bad for him.

I thought I was going to live like this, but I never wanted to follow the young master to Bazhu Island, and ran into the ancestor of Haichang's own clan.

And that person happened to be Chen Ping.

If it was Chen Xiangwen and Chen Xingchao, he would not feel panicked.

But when they parted at the Jinrui Island Ferry at the end, Chen Ping only had the ninth level of Qi training.

In just a few dozen years, how could he cross the two bottlenecks in one step, and achieve the high-ranking Yuandan body?
Until now, Chen Wei still couldn't believe it.

But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't allow him to take chances.

Thinking that this person disobeyed the Third Elder in the qi training environment, and gave the impression of being withdrawn and cold to the people, Chen Weidun felt panicked, and his mind went blank.

"The servants of my Deng family have always taken their master's surname, remember your name is Deng Wei, you are no longer the old Chen Wei!"

Patting Awei's shoulder lightly with one hand, Deng Chenhuan said with warning eyes.

Back then when Chen Wei was taken in as a personal servant, my grandfather took precautions and used the secret soul-searching technique to find out the origin of this person.

Knowing that the Haichang Chen family, which is tens of thousands of miles away, is just a small foundation-building family, how could he take it to heart.

Right now, a Yuan Dan Daxiu suddenly appeared in this family, and Deng Chenhuan was a little nervous.

However, Deng Chenhuan only panicked for a moment, and then laughed at himself indifferently.

His young master is worthy of the name.

Among the two Yuandans of the Deng family, one is his own grandfather and the other is his own uncle. Which one of the big and small forces in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of sea will not give him some face?
In the early stage of Yuan Dan, some newcomers had the same status as him.

"Deng Wei has been the young master's loyal servant in this lifetime."

Awei's eyes flashed, and he quickly kowtowed to show his loyalty.

He is well aware of the young master's temper, he is arrogant and conceited.

As long as he obeys regardless of right or wrong, the young master will definitely keep him with a sense of satisfaction.

Sure enough, listening to Awei's words, Deng Chenhuan's face showed a look of color, he bowed his hands to the wall, and said with a smile: "Senior Chen, junior Deng Chenhuan, a member of the Deng clan of Kongming Island. Seniors may come to my Deng's house when they are free in the future Sitting on the island, the junior Yuan Dan's grandfather and Yuan Dan's uncle are both masters of hospitality."

He was afraid that Chen Ping was born in a remote place, and he didn't know his background and Kongming Island's strength, so he just introduced himself very bluntly.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Seeing that Dong Shichang was showing the fifth auction item, the surrounding area was still silent.

"Hey, Senior Chen shouldn't be paying attention to us all the time."

Deng Chenhuan's complexion darkened, and he said with a forced smile: "Ah Wei, don't worry, after the auction is over, I will take you to meet Senior Chen and draw a clear line with him face to face."

"Thank you, Master."

Awei was grateful, but the worry in his heart could not be erased for a while.

……

"I don't know the so-called junior."

Chen Ping took a sip of his tea and muttered without any emotion.

Including Pu Yuanhao is under his surveillance, let alone the two Foundation Establishment monks.

Chen Ping didn't have the slightest interest in responding to Deng Chenhuan, who was like a second-generation ancestor.

This person played a good show, probably trying to use Kongming Island behind him to frighten him and prevent Chen Wei from being punished.

Chen Ping of Kongming Island was unheard of, but with two Yuan Dans in charge, their strength should not be too weak.

But what is Chen Wei?
The initial foundation-building cultivator who betrayed his family was like an ant on the sole of his foot.

If you are in a bad mood, you will be crushed to death, and if you are in a good mood, it doesn't matter if you spare your life.

At present, he needs to know the specific cultivation level of the two Yuandans on Kongming Island.

If there is no Dzogchen realm, Deng Chenhuan is simply asking for humiliation.

"Hey, just in time."

Chen Ping's heart moved, and then there were slight footsteps outside the door, and two monks, one old and one young, gradually approached.

It was Shangguanjin and Shangguanyan of the Fire Smelting League.

"Senior Chen, junior Shangguanjin is here to visit."

Shangguanjin said with a humble smile.

Chen Ping said indifferently, "The door is not closed."

With approval, the two Shangguanjin entered one after another, and stood respectfully in front of Chen Ping.

"After years of separation, boy Yan has also established his foundation."

Chen Ping pursed his lips, and said gently to Shangguanyan.

At the beginning, he first landed on Bazhu Island to buy Qingxuan Iron Essence, which was passed on by this guy.

Shangguanyan also invited him to experience the swallowing with fire technique, but unfortunately he was not very interested in this method, so he gave up in the end.

"Compared to Senior Chen, this kid's progress is really embarrassing."

Seeing that Chen Ping still remembered the shallow friendship back then, Shangguan Yan was both surprised and happy, and said excitedly.

"Yan'er is entirely thanks to Senior Chen. He told me that he almost failed in retreating and breaking through. If he hadn't thought of Senior Chen's heroic appearance at that moment, I am afraid that he really missed the chance to establish a foundation."

Shangguanjin clasped his fists and bowed, saying in a serious manner.

"Older gingers are more spicy."

Shangguan Yan's expression was blank, and he said seriously: "That's right, senior's help to the boy is as good as reinvention. If senior has any orders in the future, the boy will go to heaven and earth, and he will die."

"is it?"

There was a half-smile on Chen Ping's face.

Shangguanjin's ability to open his eyes and tell lies still needs to be improved, and the traces of deliberation are too heavy.

But occasionally listening to the words of the horse, can keep the mood happy.

"I'll give you this puppet. Congratulations to Yan boy on his success in building the foundation."

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth smiled slightly, and a second-rank low-grade blood barbarian mantis came into view.

"It's really him!"

Shangguanjin felt bitter in his heart, and on the surface he could only pretend to be indifferent.

More than a month ago, in the spider demon's lair, Chen Ping killed the spider king with the pure sun sword. As a master craftsman, he immediately judged that this spiritual sword was made of dozens of catties of green black iron essence.

　Thank you God for the reward of 959 coins, book friend 7 for the reward of 5000 coins, thank you Liu Jie 1500 for the reward of 832 coins, thank you Banxia Chenguangxi for the reward of 1500 coins, and book friend [-] for the reward of [-] coins!

　
(End of this chapter)