Yaozun

The Shanyang School, as the largest sect in the Chen Kingdom, is full of voices now, without the slightest ethereal spirit of a cultivator.

The monks coming and going back and forth outside the mountain gate are as frequent as a station, and the number of visitors increases as the days approach. Of course, this is not all a bad thing. The cost of staying, who let the spiritual veins in the city have been absorbed by the connection of the fairy, and the spiritual veins of the Shanyang faction are still there.

The most important thing is that Chen Guo's trading conference is also held at this time, and it is not a small item sold in shops in the city.

Zhong Xiaobing introduced Su Yao to Su Yao in front of a tour guide in the capacity of someone who came here. After all, she just got the honor of the latter and successfully reported the list to the list of going to Xiantai.

Shanyang Sect is also worthy of being a great sect. Outside the mountain gate, many disciples have been released, and the visitors are divided into different categories. Those who practice Qi, those who build foundations, those who build golden cores, and those who are born, all take them to rest everywhere.

Among them, those above Jindan were received by a solo crane, while those below Jindan were waiting to drink tea and wait for enough to form a boat before leaving together.

"It's really lively. I'm afraid the monks from the whole Donghuang have come here." Chong Xiaobing sighed, and she was not in a hurry to report to Jindan, because Su Yao was interested in sneaking into the establishment of the foundation The group of monks, listening to them chatting all over the world.

"It's really crazy that the price of spiritual things has gone up this time in Xiantai." A monk said with emotion.

"Otherwise, how could it be such a rare event? At this time, the prices of medicine pills and magical instruments have actually dropped. This is a great opportunity for us to catch the leak."

A middle-aged monk frowned: "This time, my family emptied out a hundred years of accumulation and sold two natal artifacts, which is enough to buy a golden pill. I hope this time I can get one." False alchemy, otherwise, what face do I have to return to the family."

"Brother Dao, take a closer look. There are basically no ones who can build a foundation and form alchemy. If the Golden Core Stage is so easy to pass, how come my country of Chen only has a dozen Golden Core monks..."

Su Yao was a little confused while listening, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "is it so difficult for the Jindan period? What is the fake alchemy?"

Hearing this, Pigeon rolled his eyes in disdain.

Chong Xiaobing gave him a puzzled look, and pulled him aside: "You really don't know, you should pretend, this cultivation is extremely difficult, and it is even more difficult to hit the next big realm, if there is no pill to protect the meridians , Once you fail, you will die. Even if you use the pill, it will take decades to repair the injury. The lifespan of a person is limited. Once or twice in a lifetime, it is a high-level aptitude. As for the fake pill, you Do you think that the golden core is condensed in one go? There must be a buffering process, the false core state is a necessary stage before the golden core, whether it can be formed into a top-grade golden core is the key at this time."

Su Yao gave a little unease and said, "So that's it."

He didn't dare to say that it took him less than half a year to go from having no cultivation to forming a golden core. Now it seems that the Nascent Soul is not far away. If he said it, he felt that he would definitely not be able to get out of the Shanyang sect.

So I listened to the monks chatting again. They are all ordinary cultivating families from all over the world. They are connected by blood, relying on the pension from Chen Guo in every monster disaster and the income from killing monsters, and barely maintain their practice.

Their family is very united, and they often support one person with the strength of the family, but this is not exploitation, but if there is no strong person in the family who has at least established a foundation, then the spiritual veins, wealth and even life will become someone else's.

If there is no strong person in a family, it will be tacitly approved by other forces to divide up the population and resources. Therefore, these practitioners are also human beings, and they are really not too powerful.

Su Yao just sat there for a while, and heard no less than five private auctions. They called this "pre-auction", which means taking the list of possible products of Shanyang School and auctioning them first. The winner will quit directly and look at other products. The winner can also save some resources because there are fewer competitors.

Of course, if there are some things that are bound to be won, or if there are malicious bidders, then you can only fight at the auction.

They will also worry that their clansmen have enough aptitude but not enough resources. At this time, they have to reluctantly abandon some good children, so that they cannot all seek the Tao. The beautiful Ninth Prince has won this golden opportunity to ascend to Sendai.

They were also clamoring that if the Ninth Prince had taken the initiative back then, Chen Guo and even the entire Eastern Wilderness would have benefited.

The more Su Yao heard it, the more something was wrong, and she couldn't help asking: "Is there anything special about the Ninth Prince?"

"Of course it's special!" A monk on the opposite side sighed, "The Nine Princes were born to overwhelm the country and the city, and their temperament is even more cold and extraordinary. Tianjiao."

Su Yao nodded: "it's really special."

Zhong Xiaobing said in a low voice: "Come on, these points are the least special about him."

So Su Yao has more question marks on her head.

Seeing his expression, Chong Xiaobing was also a little puzzled, and then realized, "Brother Su, you are really dedicated to cultivation, and you don't care about worldly affairs."

The monk on the opposite side also beamed with joy when he said this: "This girl is right, the cultivation aptitude is the least important trait of the Ninth Prince. When the catastrophe came, Ji Wucha, the Eastern General of the Central God Dynasty, passed by Chen Guo. This Ji Wucha, it’s impossible, she is a royal family of the Shen Dynasty, she was appointed as the county king, and her cultivation is so high that she can crush Chen Guo into ashes just by moving her fingers."

Another monk shook his head and said: "Yes, when she received Chen Guo's pilgrimage, she fell in love with the fairy-like nine princes at first sight, so she took them with her and taught them how to practice. The two fell in love for a long time. It was a god-sent marriage."

Another monk beside him sighed and said, "Unfortunately, General Ji already has a family, and the main lord is still famous in the fairy clan of the Yun clan, and the side lords are also quite powerful. The Ninth Prince does not want to be her side lord, and rejects this true love."

Su Yao frowned, wondering if this is not bullying, why do you blow it like a gift.

"That's it, because the Ninth Prince would rather die than follow, after some entanglement, General Ji had to lead the army away." A monk added, "Fortunately, King Chen is not confused. There are relatives who, several times and three times, moved the Ninth Prince with affection and reason, and finally persuaded the Ninth Prince to marry the Ji family far away, fulfilling a lot of affection."

Su Yao's fist hardened when she heard this. This is clearly a forced marriage. She couldn't help but interrupted: "Do you really think so? Don't you think it's selling your son for glory?"

Coughs of varying sizes suddenly sounded from the side.

A monk covered his face slightly, and then he said embarrassedly: "How can there be no, Chen Guo's reputation was not very good in those days, but who knows, the specialness of the Ninth Prince is revealed in this way."

Someone next to him reluctantly said: "That's right, Ji Wucha has hundreds of harems and tens of thousands of descendants. The bloody battle in the harem was far more bloody than that of Chen Guo, but the Ninth Prince not only survived, but his own son Chen Wangsun was still among them." Standing out from the crowd, after hundreds of years of practice, he entered the realm of immortals, won a sigh of relief for his father, escaped from General Ji's harem, and returned to Chen Guoan to enjoy the life of immortals."

"Yes, the most special thing about the Ninth Prince is that he gave birth to Chen Wangsun, a banished immortal."

"A Jindan stage real person is the city lord, and a Nascent Soul stage true monarch can become the lord of the Chen Kingdom. Now the Chen country lord is actually the grandson of the immortal. With this kind of achievement, those before, but It’s all about enduring humiliation.”

"Yes, if I can have this kind of blessing to have heirs like Chen Wangsun, I will die immediately, and I am willing."

"Not only that, but I heard that Chen Wangsun is highly valued in the Central Shenchao, and even the grand plan to go to Xiantai this time was appointed by the Shenchao."

Su Yao listened to the envy and hatred of these monks one by one, snorted lightly, and pulled Zhong Xiaobing away from this place.

"Brother Su, you don't like this story?" Zhong Xiaobing looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't like it, do you like it?" Su Yao looked at her sideways.

"I heard it when I was young, but I didn't like the previous ones, especially when I heard that my father was abolished from cultivation, and wanted to be a musician for Zhengjun to play the pipa and flute in exchange for the spirit stone of his son's cultivation. I can't hear that part. I was angry, but when Chen Wangsun rose up later in the story, I started to get better, especially when I heard the part where Chen Wangsun rescued my father, I felt very powerful.” Chong Xiaobing held his face, “I once asked my father to give me repeated Said, because I also want to grow up in an instant, let my parents look at me with admiration, let me make the decision, and protect them."

Su Yao chuckled: "Yes, for the nine princes, love interests and even family affection are not worth the self who was tortured and oppressed in those years. No matter how much compensation is made, his life will never come back. "

Zhong Xiaobing looked at him, half-understood.

"Let's go, let's go to the auction." Together with her, Su Yao went to find the monk who received Jindan.

The pigeon glanced at the vines next to it, and continued to rest with its eyes closed on Su Yao's shoulder.

Almost at the same time, in the distance, in the palace of the tower, a young man turned vines into his hands, and was simultaneously interpreting everything that had just happened onto a huge leaf surface.

"There is no discrimination in his eyes," he said with admiration between his brows, "I like this man."

Chen Zi raised his eyes to look at him, frowning slightly, inexplicably feeling that the green on his leaves was a bit dazzling, but he didn't talk to this idiot, but continued to look at the picture on the leaves.

I saw Su Yao turning around in the field and walking towards a receiving monk standing in the distance.

The monk was dressed in black, with a sword in his arms, handsome eyes, as cold as snow, repelling people for thousands of miles.

But Su Yao warmly greeted her and held her claws: "Hi, Gu Xingchen, long time no see."

Zheng!

With a crisp sound, the long sword pierced through the air, and the incomparably fierce Seventh Gold Sword Qi made the monks around look awe-inspiring.

And the sword body has reached Su Yao's neck.

Su Yao, however, was not afraid. She just smiled lightly and said, "I happened to pass by. I didn't mean any harm. I just came here to find a market. After all, there are still many people raising them."

The deep eyes on the other side stared at him for a while, and finally withdrew the long sword, turned his head sideways, and let him pass.

Zhong Xiaobing was full of excitement, but then, he saw the swordsman throwing a ring and said calmly: "Since you are the one I sent, these are your rewards. I just guard the ring." Here, you find another guide yourself."

Su Yao took the ring and said with a smile, "then I'll take it."

Then he took it in his hand, took Chong Xiaobing, and went to find another monk who was receiving guests.

Zhong Xiaobing also asked curiously: "Who is that?"

Su Yao's voice reached Gu Xing's deep ears: "That's a good man."

The latter tightened his long sword and continued to remain silent.

It's just that the sudden compliment made him calm down the turmoil in his heart these days.

At least, nothing wrong.

You don't, and neither do I.

……

In the distant building, the young man looked at the image on the leaf, fell into deep confusion, and couldn't help but take another look at Chen Zi.

Chen Wangsun drank a cup of tea with a cold face, suppressing some turbulent anger.

But there was someone who didn't wink at him: "That ring, he wears next to the Beaulieu Ring, it's still the middle finger, one place ahead of your ring finger!"

Chen Zi said indifferently, "So what?"

The boy looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh: "You can hold back this breath! He, he is really amazing, I like him even more."