Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 132 Seeking to "destroy delusion" with minimalism!
Song Ciwan stood in the corner of Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, and took out three more Zulong coins from his sleeve.

No goals, nothing to do, random divination.

There is a situation worth mentioning at this time, that is, although Song Ciwan set off a long time later than Niu Laoliu, and encountered some delays on the way, but at this moment, she is actually going to arrive at Hongshengwu earlier than Niu Laoliu. museum.

This is not surprising, Pinglan City is very big, ordinary people can only walk with two legs, how can it be possible to pass the immortal cultivator who can control the wind and escape?
Although the description of the previous situation is long, in fact, the real time now is only three quarters.

The fireworks in the world are still flourishing, and there is no sign of the curtain ending at all, and there are also various laughter and laughter in the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall.

It seems that there are silk and bamboo shengge to add to the fun, there are beauties dancing, there are drunk warriors talking loudly, and I don’t know who jumped onto the martial arts arena, punched vigorously, and immediately caused an uproar Applause.

The extension of Song Ciwan's spiritual perception silently outlines various scenes in Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, with a different perspective, which is wonderful and extraordinary.

The three ancestral dragon coins in her hand fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

The first hexagram is Shaoyin.

The second hexagram is Laoyang.

The third hexagram is Shaoyin.

The fourth hexagram...

In the fourth hexagram, the three copper coins suddenly stood up together!

The hairs on Song Ciwan's back also stood on end at this moment, an indescribable sense of horror arose from his heart.

She opened her hand, and the three copper coins on the ground flew back into her palm in an instant.She came out with a sense of spirit, looked around, and saw that the left and right corners were hidden and quiet... It seemed that there was no difference.

So why did Zulong cast money suddenly stand up?

It stands to reason that the erection of copper coins should be a sign of auspiciousness, but Song Ciwan suddenly felt horrified at the moment when the copper coins were erected.

Song Ciwan would not ignore her own feelings. After breaking through the first level of the Zuo Wang Xin Sutra to the level of perfection, she naturally gained a crisis sensing ability.

This kind of ability may not always work, but whenever it activates on its own, Song Ciwan should pay attention to it.

She checked the three plum puppets she carried with her again, and at the same time, while wearing a stitched human skin mask, she fumbled to change her face again.

She stood in the same place, but her body grew three inches taller, so she transformed from a boy of medium stature into a tall and standard young man.

Song Ciwan sacrificed the Liangyi heart protection array as a cover, changed his clothes from inside to outside, and took the black armor knife magic weapon that he had obtained for a long time but rarely used from the scale of heaven and earth come out.

Song Ciwan basically didn't use this knife, but the ritual of recognizing the master had been completed a long time ago.

She turned the handle of the knife in her hand and held the handle, and then took hold of the handle, sat down cross-legged, and chose a portion of the emotional aura obtained from Xie Yunxiang from the Tian Di Scale, and sold it!
[You sold the human desire, the joy, surprise, and worry of the immortal cultivators in the transformation period, three catties and one tael, and gained a cultivation base of three years and one month. 】

Next to Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, the concentration of aura is neither bad nor bad. Compared with Suyang City, it is several times stronger, but compared with those caves on Wangjiang Mountain, it is barren.

It stands to reason that it is not cost-effective for her to sell "human desire" at this time.

When Song Ciwan was in the Underworld City before, he was never in a hurry to sell the various "human desires" in the scales of heaven and earth. It was precisely because the spiritual energy in the Underworld City was thin and the underworld energy was strong, so it was really not a suitable place for cultivation.

Firstly, she didn't want to waste it, and secondly, it was really not that convenient, so she simply didn't sell it, and only sold various kinds of goods.

At this moment, she sold a bunch of anger that she got from Xie Yunxiang, but she had other ideas.

This time, she doesn't plan to allocate these training time to the main exercise, Zuo Wang Xin Sutra, but to use these time to practice the Polulu Sword Technique!
As the saying goes, if you sharpen your guns before the battle, you will be happy if you are unhappy.

Not to mention three years of training time!
For a quarter of an hour in this world, Song Ciwan, who was sitting cross-legged, had been practicing swordsmanship for three years in the empty space of practice.

She feels that she has no talent for practicing swords. Although she has done some practice since she obtained the Shamanic Sword Technique, compared with other Taoism or techniques, the overall practice time of the Shattered Saber Technique is still the shortest.

This was the first time that she practiced the sword technique so immersedly for a long time.

Chop, cut, tease, chop, pick, cut, push...

One trick, one style, the way of the knife is simple.

Only minimalism can break the illusion!

Swing, swing, swing again.

Gradually, Song Ciwan swung the saber more and more, but the path of the saber became more and more concise.

Her Delusion-Breaking Saber Technique originally had thirteen basic moves, but as she practiced, the thirteen moves seemed to have turned into twelve moves, and the twelve moves turned into eleven moves...

Just when Song Ciwan was immersed in the wonderful charm of the refined sword technique, and wanted to change it from eleven styles to ten styles in one go, suddenly, Song Ciwan, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

Three years and one month of training time was over, and Song Ciwan fell out of the smooth and simple Dao of the Sword in a daze.

After she woke up, she regretted for a moment, the black armor knife was placed across her lap, she stroked the black armor knife, and a kind of love for the knife suddenly arose in her heart.

Song Ciwan wanted to go all out to sell "human desire" again in exchange for a practice time, but at this moment, she suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps from a distance.

跫跫跫...

Staggering, both heavy and erratic.

It's Niu Lao Liu, he finally came to Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall!

Song Ciwan had no choice but to let go of the idea of ​​continuing to practice, and she put away the Liangyi heart protection array.Then he held a black armor knife and stood up long.

In the shadows, there was a black-clothed swordsman with a very low sense of presence, walking out of the darkness slowly.

"He" raised his eyes and looked deep into the long alley.

Then I saw a drunk man on the other side of the street, holding a rattle in his hand, step by step, gradually approaching from far to near.

The drunk man never saw the black-clothed swordsman standing by the side of the alley, and the swordsman was also quiet, just watching silently.

In Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, the excitement continued.

The drunk Niu Lao Liu came to a side door and knocked on the door loudly.

An impatient voice came from behind the door: "Who is it, knocking on the door in the middle of the night! What is it like?"

Niu Lao Liu said in a low voice, "It's me, Brother Ma, open the door for me."

The guard at the gate turned out to be acquainted with him.

With a creak, the door opened, and Niu Lao Liu was let in.

Ma Weiwei was still surprised and said: "Hey, I said, old six, when did you go out? It's Chinese New Year, and everyone is celebrating. If you don't go to drink, why do you run outside?"

Niu Lao Liu said: "I miss Niu Niu. It's Chinese New Year. I can have a lively drink in the martial arts hall, but where is my Niu Niu? Where is she?"

When he spoke, his tone was lost and heavy, and the horse guard suddenly felt pity: "You... Alas! I also said that they are eating and drinking, and I am the only old horse guarding the door. I am so miserable! The result Well, sixth son, you are worse than me!"

Niu Lao Liu smiled wryly: "Brother Ma, if I, Niuniu, are still here, I don't have to drink. Brother Ma, let me guard the door!"

Ma Huwei was overjoyed at first, and then said embarrassedly: "This is not possible, this is not possible, how can I let you guard the door, brother? You..."

He hurriedly gave way, but Niu Laoliu insisted, and the visitor started to push back and forth at the door.

No one could see, in another strange space beyond their sight, there was a black-clothed swordsman standing in the corner, quietly casting his gaze on them.

　Let me tell my dear readers and friends that the original title of this book is "Longevity: I Can Sell Everything", and now it is renamed "Fairy Journey to Longevity".

　　Changing the name is really helpless, because the original name has punctuation marks, and the word "selling" is also restricted, so I can only change the name.

　　I have also received feedback from my friends. Since everyone agrees that the original title is better, I will discuss it with the editor tomorrow to see if there is a way to get the best of both worlds.

　　In addition, the author, Jun Eryang, had a splitting headache every day, because he didn't know when he would fully recover, and he was embarrassed to say. (Before I kept saying that I need to make up updates, but I always couldn’t do it, ashamed)

　　It should be almost fine in these two days, and at least there will be no problems in the second update in the future.When I fully recover, I will make up the update, thank you for your support, bow~
　　
　
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