Chronicles of Celestial Origins

Tangning nodded.

Qiu Yuan continued: "To cultivate monster egg shells into spirit beasts, the most important thing is to sign a contract with them, otherwise there is no guarantee that they will not escape, and even worse, they will bite their owners. Only when they are young can we make a contract, I will obey your orders.”

"I know this, and I will tell you the truth. I have made a contract with this ant egg."

"Oh?" Qiu Yuan glanced at him in surprise. A layman who didn't even know how to hatch a spirit beast actually knew the secret technique of signing a contract with a spirit beast. He also spent a lot of effort to learn this technique back then. .

"Junior brother Tang knows the art of contract? This is rare."

"I got it by luck. Senior brother Lao Laoqiu came over to chat with me, and I feel very sorry for disturbing him. I have received some spiritual stones from my senior brother's teachings. I hope you won't dislike them." Tang Ning flipped her palms over and took out five pieces from her storage bag. A medium-grade spiritual stone was handed to him: "If these ant beasts hatch in the future, if they are in trouble, I hope that senior brother will give you some advice."

Qiu Yuan waved his hand: "Junior Brother Tang has said it before, trivial matters are of no concern. No reward can be received without merit. Junior Brother, please take back the spirit stone. One day the spirit beast will hatch, and I was just about to come and see what kind of spirit it is." Beast, to be honest, I have never heard of the existence of monster eggs in Xingang, so today I have broadened my horizons.”

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Qiu."

Tangning left his cave and came to Xiuyuan Peak. He bought a spirit beast bag, put all the ant eggs into the spirit beast bag, and piled more than ten spirit stones beside the ant eggs.

Then he crushed the spirit stone into pieces, and rich spiritual power spurted out from the spirit stone, filling the entire spirit beast bag space.

The next day, he left the sect and returned to the Qianjun Mountain Intelligence Station.

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It was raining heavily at night and the wind was blowing fast.

A figure in mid-air was galloping away with a flying sword, followed not far away by two more figures, one with an iron fan and the other with a golden knife.

The three of them moved quickly in mid-air, one after the other, covering hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. The distance between the two became closer and closer.

Just as he was about to be overtaken, the man in front of him with a cheerful face suddenly turned around and shot out a silver needle from his hand.

A sturdy man behind him snorted coldly, took out a shield in his hand, raised it in the wind, and stood in front of the two of them.

The other man with a fair complexion took out a magic wand, turned it into a size of two feet, and hit the man in front of him.

The silver needle pierced the shield, and there was a "Peng" sound, and the silver light and the mysterious light intertwined. The man with a strong back and a strong waist pointed towards the shield, and the shield's mysterious light burst out, overwhelming the light of the silver needle.

The silver needle kept shaking violently.

On the other side, the magic wand was struck down. The dark-faced man changed color slightly, and his sword flew down, avoiding the magic wand hitting from above.

The silver needle lost its spiritual support, the silver light was swallowed up, the shield smashed down, and the silver needle fell from mid-air to the ground.

The two men obviously didn't intend to let him go, and they chased him down. The magic wand was still hanging high on top of him, and they smashed it down.

The dark-faced man landed on the ground, formed a seal with his hands, and a foot-high earth wall rose from the ground.

The magic wand struck down in the air, smashing the earth wall into pieces.

Sand and soil were flying all over the sky, and the man with the tiger's back pulled out a red sword, which turned into a sword ten feet long and slashed at the dark-faced man.

The dark-faced man took out his long sword and faced the red sword. There was a loud bang. The two collided and the light intertwined. For a moment, they were indistinguishable and inseparable.

The two of them continued to inject their spiritual power into the magic weapon, and the swords became brighter and brighter, and they competed with each other.

"I have no enmity with the Jin family, so why are we so entangled? I have to fight to the death." The dark-faced man shouted loudly

"You killed a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect in the area under the jurisdiction of the Jin family. If we don't capture you, it will be difficult for our Jin family to explain to the Corpse Puppet Sect." The big-eared man said, and struck down the magic wand again.

With a "Peng" sound, the flying sword trembled violently, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The light of the red sword and the magic wand overwhelmed the long sword.

The spiritual power in the black-faced man's body was running wildly, and was transferred into the long sword, resisting the attacks of the two men. After a while, the light of the long sword became weaker and weaker, and was almost drowned by the red sword and the magic wand.

After a short stalemate, the flying sword finally broke into pieces, and the red sword and magic wand slashed straight down.

The black-faced man's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he saw the red sword and the magic wand falling, he smiled bitterly, closed his eyes and waited for death, and scenes flashed across his mind in an instant.

Just hearing a soft sound of "Peng", the pain I imagined did not hit my body.

The black-faced man suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the deadly and majestic red sword and wand lost all their light at this moment and fell to the ground.

Two monks from the Jin family were lying on the ground in a mess, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Beside them stood a handsome-looking man.

Foundation-building monk, the black-faced man's spiritual consciousness detected this person's cultivation, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for saving me. I don't know your senior's surname. I, the junior, should hold the ring knot grass in order to repay later."

"Wu Jingyuan, no need to be polite. My name is Tang Ning. I came to the rescue this time because I have something for you to do." The man said, it was Tang Ning.

Of course he didn't save this person just by passing by. In fact, he had been following this person for nearly half a month.

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Wu Jingyuan, a native of Beiyuan, was a casual cultivator. He had a fellow practitioner who was beautiful.

When the two went to Longyou, their partner was teased by a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

Wu Jingyuan had an argument with Wu Jingyuan without knowing his identity. A disciple of the Clinker Corpse Puppet Sect invited help to find them and made unreasonable demands. The two resisted and his partner was brutally killed.

Wu Jingyuan escaped after fighting to the death, was wounded and returned to Beiyuan. He recuperated for half a year and then sneaked back to Longyou to seek revenge on the disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect. At that time, the disciple was inspecting the cultivation of spiritual beasts at Jin's house. Wu Jingyuan caught him by surprise, attacked him suddenly, and executed him. He was killed and then hunted by two monks from the Jin family.

Wu Jingyuan was the candidate recommended by the Beiyuan Intelligence Point. After Xie Zhuang's death, the intelligence station had a vacant spot. Last time, Tang Ning rejected the candidate recommended by the Qinchuan Intelligence Point. This time, the Beiyuan Intelligence Point recommended his replacement, so Tang Ning followed him like this. For a long time, it was just to observe whether this person was reliable, let alone a spy sent by the Demon Sect.

After a period of observation, Tang Ning discovered that he was thoughtful, bold and careful, and had a deep hatred for the Corpse Puppet Sect. He was indeed a good prospect.

"Senior, do you know this junior?" Wu Jingyuan asked doubtfully

"You were born in Pingshui County, Beiyuan. Your master's name is Xun Guang. You are a casual cultivator. You passed away twenty years ago. Your wife Xu Ying was killed by Xie Yuxun, the Corpse Puppet Sect. You were injured and escaped. You spent half a year recuperating in a mountain in Pingshui County, Beiyuan. , sneaked back to Longyou a month ago and assassinated Wu Han, a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect, so he was pursued by the Jin family monks, right? "

Wu Jingyuan was shocked when he heard what he said. He realized that he had been targeted for a long time: "What the senior said is true. I wonder what the senior has to tell the junior?"

"I'm short of someone here. Someone recommended you to me. I think you're pretty good. Would you like to work for us?"

Wu Jingyuan asked suspiciously: "You? I don't know who the senior is referring to?"

"I am a disciple of the Qianyi Sect's Information Department. We naturally represent the sect. You must know Yu Minhua! He recommended you."

"It's him. Is he from Qian Yizong?"

"To be precise, he is one of ours, and I am a disciple of Qian Yizong."

"Senior, what do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple. Stay in Qinchuan, inquire about news, and collect information about the Corpse Puppet Sect."

"Senior has done me a great favor, and I have nothing to repay for it. However, I still have a great grudge that has not yet been avenged. When my great grudge is avenged, I will saddle up for my senior, hold the whip and put the stirrup on my back."

"This is not a conflict. You want to deal with Xie Yuxun, and I want to deal with the Corpse Puppet Sect. Our goals are the same. With your current cultivation level, do you think you can kill Xie Yuxun?" Tang Ning was not in a hurry. Xu said

Wu Jingyuan remained silent. He was only at the seventh level of Qi refining, while Xie Yuxun was already a tenth level Qi refining monk.

"There is a saying in the secular world that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years, let alone you and me as monks." Tangning turned her left hand over, took out a piece of paper and threw it to him: "Look for this person at the address above, and he will tell you What to do, he will contact you later.”

Wu Jingyuan took the document, and Tang Ning's light flashed, and he disappeared through the air.

Wu Jingyuan opened the roll of paper and saw that it read: Huatian County Jade Jewelry Shop.

His eyes flickered slightly, he picked up the red sword and magic wand on the ground, put the storage bags on the waists of the two monks of the Jin family into his pocket, cast a fireball spell to reduce them to ashes, and then walked straight away with the sword.

Tang Ning returned to the Qianjun Mountain Intelligence Station and practiced meditation cross-legged on the futon with her eyes closed. The little white snake was lying on its side and curled up into a ball, surrounding him.

There was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Come in." Tang Ning opened her eyes, and Xu Qingwan pushed the door open and entered.

The little white snake turned his head and glanced at her, then continued to lie lazily on the spot.

The Little White Snake is no secret in this underground intelligence station. Its existence has long been known to everyone. When Tangning was practicing, it would curl up around him.

Xu Qingwan came to this room many times, and it was not surprised at all, so it was no longer as hostile as when they first met.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, what's the matter?"

"Disciples' salaries will be paid out next month. Currently, there are only a few hundred spirit stones left in the station's finances. Isn't it about time that Tang Xianshi went to the Shangzong to collect funds for the intelligence station?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about this. I will go to the sect tomorrow. By the way, I heard that Fellow Daoist Zheng came here a few days ago. Why?"

"Last time they submitted that they needed three thousand spirit stones, I pushed it forward and will meet again next month. He came here for this matter, and I told him it was because the station currently has no funds."

"Is this just a matter?" Zheng Wei is a foundation-building monk and an old man of the Silver Fox Intelligence Station. He is in charge of specific intelligence affairs. It is impossible for him to make a special trip for such a small matter.

Xu Qingwan paused: "He came mainly because of the ribbon incident last time."

Isn’t this story over? Tangning asked in confusion, "What happened? Did you ask someone to return the ribbon to him again?"

"That's not true, it's just..." Xu Qingwan hesitated to speak.

Tangning smiled and said, "If it's not convenient for you to say it, forget it."

"I don't know where he heard about it. I brought you the ribbon he gave me, so he came here to ask for clarification."