Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

The base of the Sanxiu Alliance is located in the west gate of Qingqiu City.

This is a widely covered palace. On the door, there is a plaque, which says the four golden characters of the "Sanxiu Alliance".

At this time, in addition to the Sanxiu Alliance, there were many scattered repairs in and out, which was very lively.

"This Taoist, please stay."

As soon as Song Yiming stepped into the gate, a Qingwei guard greeted him.

"What's the matter?"

"Do not blame Daoyou. For safety reasons, any monk who enters the hall must wear masks, and please cooperate with Daoyou."

The guard of Tsing Yi said, took out a blue mask and handed it over.

"Is this rule?"

Song Yiming stunned slightly, and did not embarrass the other person. He took the blue mask and worn on his face.

Suddenly, a mysterious force covered his face, and even the consciousness could not be spy.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The guard of Tsing Yi thanked the road and let the road open.

Song Yiming did not stay, and went straight into the hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Song Yiming saw that one by one, or standing or sitting, three or five gathered together, or trading, or chatting.

Of course, there are also some monks sitting alone in the corner and keeping their eyes closed.

"Dare to ask Daoyou, but do you want to pick up the task?"

When Song Yiming observed the surrounding area, a figure greeted him.

This is a tall woman, wearing a red dress and a red veil on her face, she can't see her halal.

However, it is not difficult to see from the other person's graceful figure and the exposed snow -white skin. This woman must be a big beauty.

"no."

"I came here to see a monk of Jiang surname. He was released a information about the sale of empty bamboo."

Song Yiming did not conceal, and said it directly.

"It turned out to be for this."

The woman in red heard the words, and her face was exposed, and she reached out to make a request: "The predecessor of the Jiang surname is in the part of the palace."

"It's hard work."

Song Yiming nodded.

Under the leadership of the woman in red, the two walked through several corridors, and soon they came to a partial hall.

At this time, in that partial hall, a middle -aged Confucian student stood up and down. He was facing the door and looked at a calligraphy and painting on the wall, as if thinking.

"Senior Jiang, someone is looking for."

Hearing the voice of a woman in red, the middle -aged Confucian student slowly turned around, and the puzzle of a foundation in the later stages suddenly came.

However, this spiritual pressure came quickly and went fast.

"Five layers of gas, such a young monk, there is such a cultivation, rare."

Middle -aged Confucian students smiled slightly and showed a little interest in Song Yiming.

Although Song Yiming was shocked, on the surface, it was calm and a gift.

"The juniors came here to come here for empty bamboo. I wonder if the empty bamboo in the hands of the predecessors is still there?"

"nature."

Middle -aged Confucianism nodded, waved his right hand, and a purple spiritual bamboo appeared in the void.

This spiritual bamboo is only three inches long, exuding a touch of purple light, and a space fluctuation.

"It's really empty bamboo!"

Song Yiming's face was happy.

With the empty bamboo, you can repair the teleportation array.

"Senior, how much is this thing?"

"Although the empty bamboo is precious, it is useless to me. 200,000 spirit stones are sold cheaply to you."

The middle -aged Confucian student smiled slightly and threw the empty bamboo.

Song Yiming took the Lingzhu and looked at it carefully, and confirmed that this was indeed empty bamboo.

"Wait a little, my elders in my family, who want to make a space spiritual instrument, just need this empty bamboo, she will arrive immediately."

Song Yiming did not trade immediately, but waited for Li Qingyue to arrive.

After all, 200,000 spirit stones are not a small number. He is just a gas -refined monk, but he can't get so many spiritual stones.

"It's okay, it's nothing to do, it's okay."

Middle -aged Confucian students did not refuse, and found a position.

Seeing this, the woman in red left very much.

After a while, Li Qingyue wore a long skirt, a tulle, and walked slowly.

Although she converged, the majesty of the founder was still daunting.

"mother."

Seeing Li Qingyue, Song Yiming quickly greeted him.

"Ming'er, what about empty bamboo? Can you get it?"

"It's my hand, but it takes 200,000 spirit stones."

"Huh, okay."

Li Qingyue was relieved. Although there were a lot of 200,000 spirit stones, they could still get it.

Moreover, she wandered in Qingqiu City for a long time, and she did not find the second empty bamboo, which also proved that the empty bamboo was really precious.

"This Taoist, this is 200,000 spiritual stone, please check the Taoist friends."

Li Qingyue came to the middle -aged Confucian student and handed a storage bag over.

"No need to order, I believe you, this empty bamboo is back to you."

Middle -aged Confucian students waved their hands, put away the spirit stone, and got up and left.

He was very clear that Li Qingyue could come up with 200,000 spiritual stones, and he must be the elder of a family.

Such a monk, he should not be a good deal, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Thank you."

Li Qingyue took the empty bamboo and closed it carefully.

"Senior, I boldly asked, where did you get this empty bamboo?"

Song Yiming stood up and suddenly called the middle -aged Confucianism, waiting for the answer.

"This spiritual bamboo is obtained at an ancient repair site. As for the specific location, I can't tell each other, please forgive me."

Middle -aged Confucian students shook their heads and did not disclose the specific location of the ancient repair site.

"understand."

Although Song Yiming was a little disappointed, he could also understand that this kind of ancient repair site was replaced by him, and it was impossible to disclose it easily.

"Senior, if there are still empty bamboo in the future, can you contact me? This is my message."

What Song Yiming remembered, took out a message and handed it over.

"Can."

"That being the case, then I will leave when I wait."

Song Yiming hugged his fist and left the partial palace with Li Qingyue.

Looking at the back of the two, in the eyes of middle -aged Confucian students, there was a trace of strange color.

"This empty bamboo is really good! If I can open the Lingquan's real person's cave, can I make a lot of money?"

Middle -aged Confucian students murmured to themselves, and their faces were full of longing.

However, when he thought of the ban on the stone gate, he couldn't help frowning.

"The ban on the Shimen can resist the later stages of building the base. At least it is the spirit array of more than third -order. It is difficult to crack."

"In this case, I think about a way again. If there are no other means, I can only ask a master of the formation to help me break."

The middle -aged Confucian student sighed, his face was helpless, and turned away from the partial palace.