Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 210 Breakthrough

The boy's words sounded a bit arrogant, but considering that the other party was the largest magic weapon shop in Daqi's cultivation world, these words were quite pertinent.

After all, with such a huge number of magic weapons, anyone would be spoiled for choice, and there are really not many that they all look down on.

However, Song Qingxing's choices have always been different from ordinary people. He chooses magical weapons more with his "heart" than with his eyes.

Based on the facts, the magic weapons of Tianbing Pavilion are one-of-a-kind from shape to quality, and they are worthy of the name of "Heavenly Weapons".

It's a pity that in Song Qingxing's eyes, these are no different from the one he holds in his arms. A handful of rags is enough, why do you need so many?

Song Qingxi originally felt a little regretful, but when she heard that the other party was hiding something good, her eyes suddenly lit up and she said, "If you'd like, please take us to see it."

"Please come with me."

The boy immediately brought them to a middle-aged man. After telling them their purpose, the middle-aged man frowned and wanted to scold him.

Can you look at the treasure of the town pavilion casually?

Just seeing Song Qingxi and others nearby, in order to maintain the image of Tianbing Pavilion, he felt uncomfortable for a while. He took a deep breath and said lightly: "Several guests, although these ten treasures are of good quality, they are expensive. It’s not much different from ordinary spiritual weapons, are you sure your guests want to see it?”

He actually wanted to persuade them to leave at a price.

Song Qingxi frowned slightly and said in a calm tone: "We've come here, so naturally we can't leave empty-handed. We still have some money left in our hands."

"In that case, please take a look." The middle-aged man waved his hand helplessly, and the wall behind him quickly separated to both sides, revealing ten neatly arranged second-level low-grade magic weapons.

Four of them are swords with different shapes, and there is a faint spiritual light flowing on the body surface. Just one look at them makes people say "good sword".

In terms of quality, these out there are really far from them.

Even the well-informed old ghost Chihuo had to admit that these were very rare magical weapons. He couldn't help but subconsciously look at Song Qingxing, who had a silent expression on his face. He was very curious about this visionary person. What would the very tall young master choose?

Song Qingxing's eyes wandered over the four swords. Soon, his eyes were attracted by a long sword that was completely black.

This sword gave him a very special feeling, something he couldn't feel with other magical weapons.

Although he didn't show it obviously, Song Qingxi had been with him for many years, and he suddenly understood it in his heart. He looked at the middle-aged man and asked: "How much does that sword cost?"

The middle-aged man glanced at it, and a strange color suddenly flashed in his heart. He frowned and said: "To be honest with the guests, this sword was taken out from an underground ruins by a senior of our pavilion. There are several people in front and behind it." The buyer, but in the end they were returned to the pavilion because they could not be refined.

This sword has been placed here for hundreds of years, and no one has been able to refine it. The master of the pavilion put it here just to make up for it. Some Taoist friends should exchange it for another one. "

"Can't be refined? How could such a thing happen?" Song Qingxi frowned. Because of Song Changsheng's example, she had read a lot since she was a child, but this was the first time she heard of a magic weapon that could not be refined.

The middle-aged deacon sighed and said: "This incident alarmed the master of my pavilion at first, but he couldn't find any clues."

"There is such a strange thing, why don't you change it?" Song Qingxi looked at Song Qingxing and said.

Song Qingxing said in a rare voice: "No."

Just as concise and to the point.

Seeing this, Song Qingxi immediately understood what he was thinking.

He said firmly: "No, I want this sword. Please give me a price."

The middle-aged man frowned. He meant to remind him kindly, but he didn't expect that the other party would not appreciate it.

But this has nothing to do with him. The goods are put out for sale. Since there is a villain who wants to take over, why not do it.

"Since several customers sincerely want it, I will give you a discount. The price of this sword is 25,000 low-grade spiritual stones. The guests can give you 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones."

"Okay, the spirit stones are all here, you can order them."

After finishing all the money, Song Qingxi's wallet instantly shriveled up, but she was still in a good mood. At least she found a favorite magical weapon for Song Qingxing.

In fact, she had always known that Song Qingxing was not satisfied with the sword in his hand, but there was no better alternative for the time being. She had always kept this in mind, and now she was finally able to get what she wanted.

The middle-aged man had also taken off his sword at this time.

The scabbard of this sword is completely black and engraved with fine silver lines. The hilt is wrapped in circles by unknown thin rattan. It feels very comfortable in the hand.

Song Qingxing's eyes showed a rare fire. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the scabbard. Although his face remained silent, his mood was extremely excited.

He could clearly feel that there was a voice inside the sword that was calling him continuously, making him want to become one with it.

This was something he had never felt before.

Feeling the joy in Song Qingxing's heart, Song Qingxi's big eyes curved into a crescent shape, and said happily: "Okay, now the spirit stones are almost spent, and uncle should be back soon. Let's go back to the inn to meet him. Bar."

Song Qingxing nodded slightly. With this sword, his trip was already worthwhile.

Just when a few people turned around and were about to leave, a somewhat mean voice came out from behind them.

"Oh my, what a sword, what a sword. It's a pity that I came a step too late and let the young hero take the lead. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Song Qingxi looked back and found that the person who spoke was a tall and strong young monk, wearing a purple gown, with jade pendants of seven different colors hanging around his waist: red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue and purple. They collided together and made a crisp sound when shaking.

The weather has turned cold, and he was still very coquettishly holding a folding fan embroidered with bamboo trees and fanning it leisurely.

This man has an ordinary appearance, but when his smile fills his cheeks, he can't help but make people feel good about him.

And the most peculiar thing is that there is a black and white exotic beast crawling behind him. It looks like a cat and a bear. It is round and cute. It instantly captures Song Qingxi's heart, and she has the urge to go up and rub it.

The red-fire old ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped forward without any trace to block Song Qingxi and Song Qingxing. Whether it was the smiling young monk in front of him or the weird spiritual beast behind him, he was exuding The aura is extremely powerful.

Perhaps he noticed the action of the old ghost Chihuo, the man hurriedly held his hands and said: "Xia Pixiu is a wandering loose cultivator. He has no ill intentions towards you. Please don't misunderstand me. I am just observing the hands of this young hero." This sword is quite special, and it came out of inspiration.

Um, by the way, this is my contracted spirit beast, named Abao. It is very docile. I hope it doesn't scare you guys. "

Seeing this man actively showing kindness, the old ghost Chihuo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to him, then looked at Song Qingxi and said: "Little miss, we have been out for a long enough time, the young master may be looking everywhere. , we should go back."

"Ah? Okay." Song Qingxi glanced at Abao reluctantly, then followed Chi Huo downstairs and left.

Pi Xiu watched them leave, shook his head, and sighed: "Oh, God gave me such a pair of sharp eyes, but every time I am one step behind others, it is bitter, miserable, and sad.

Let's go to the black market. It is said that you can find a lot of good stuff there, but before that, you should find a place to have a good drink or two to soothe your injured soul. "

As soon as these words came out, Abao, who was lying motionless behind him, suddenly raised his head, his black gem-like eyes full of human desire, and he nodded naively. "You think so too? You are indeed my good brother. Let's go and see what the difference is between Xuzhou's wine and Quanzhou's."

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Song Changsheng indeed returned to the inn before Song Qingxi and others. Looking at the jade slips placed on the table, his heart was full of entanglements.

He has already read the contents and already knows who the behemoth standing behind the black market is.

Not to mention the tiny Song family, even the Golden Crow Sect is worth mentioning in front of it.

Such a behemoth would actually go to great lengths to find a monk who could see through the stone gambling because he was looking for something in the so-called ancient battlefield of immortals and demons, and also gave him the opportunity to choose freely.

This gave him a very unreal feeling.

Moreover, with the background of that force, he did not believe that there would be no pupil skills that could see through gambling stones, so why didn't they let their disciples look for it? This would be safer and less likely to leak.

After thinking about it, there are just a few reasons.

Or, due to some special restrictions, disciples of that force cannot enter.

Or, their own manpower cannot meet the demand, so they need to recruit talents from outside.

This is not impossible. After all, practicing eye skills depends on talent, and the risks are often not small, ranging from blindness to death.

Even for such a behemoth, there should only be a small number of people who can successfully cultivate it.

The possibility of this is not small, but Song Changsheng prefers another option, which is that the ancient battlefield of immortals and demons is very dangerous. They are reluctant to let their elite disciples die, so they need to recruit cannon fodder from outside.

This is what worries him the most.

If he just takes some risks, in order to break through the Zi Mansion, it is not that he cannot take risks.

But taking risks and risking death are two different things, and he doesn't want to die without knowing why.

"I hope I really have the right to refuse." Song Changsheng sighed quietly, fearing that the other party was just being polite to him.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Song Qingxi said happily: "Uncle, you are done. Is the black market fun?"

Song Changsheng threw away the worries in his heart, smiled and said: "I have gained a lot from this trip. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go and see it. How did you enjoy it?"

"Xier bought a lot of things today, but Ling Yun has been sleeping. Uncle, will there be any problems with him like this?"

Song Qingxi asked worriedly.

Ever since Song Changsheng brought Song Lingyun back, he had been either drinking milk or sleeping every day. At the most, he slept for more than twenty hours a day.

Song Changsheng once suspected that he had some strange illness, but no matter how he checked, he found nothing.

What gave him some peace of mind was that except for sleeping for a long time, little Lingyun was no different from ordinary children.

"When the time comes, go see a skilled master. Don't worry too much."

Song Changsheng smiled and comforted him, and then his eyes were attracted to the long black sword in Song Qingxing's arms.

He frowned slightly: "Can you show me this sword?"

Taking the long sword from Song Qingxing's hand, he looked it up and down, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

From the perspective of a weapon refiner, this sword is perfect and impeccable, both in terms of materials and refining techniques, and is considered first-rate among second-level magic weapons.

Although the grade is only the second-level low-grade, the spiritual light has already leaked out. In time, it will definitely be transformed into a spiritual weapon, which is very suitable for Song Qingxing, who has already perfected his Qi practice.

However, for some reason, Song Changsheng always felt palpitated when facing it.

"Where did this sword come from?" Song Changsheng's tone was unusually serious.

Song Qingxi quickly told the whole story.

"Can't be refined?" Song Changsheng was shocked. Again, the Tai Chi diagram in his hand couldn't be refined. Could it be that there is something in common between the two?

At this time, Song Qingxing said indifferently: "I can refine it."

"Are you sure?"

This sword was a little weird. To be fair, he didn't want Song Qingxing to use it, but he also knew how deadly it was for a swordsman to not have a good sword.

"Yes!" Song Qingxing replied resolutely.

"Okay." Song Changsheng looked at him deeply and finally chose to believe him.

"In the next two days, I will try to break through the realm. You'd better not run around. If you want to go out, you must be with Chi Huo. Do you understand?"

Song Changsheng put away the jade slips on the table, looked around the crowd and said.

"Uncle, are you going to break through to the late stage of foundation building?" A look of surprise appeared in Song Qingxi's eyes.

"Yes, I gained a lot from the black market this time." Song Changsheng smiled. Originally, it would take him at least half a year to break through to the late stage of foundation building.

But this time he found a bottle of [Millennium Stalactite Spiritual Liquid] from the black market, which can completely advance this time. Anyway, his state of mind has already reached the foundation-building perfection, and he is not afraid of breaking through too quickly and affecting the foundation.

"In that case, we won't disturb you."

After Song Qingxi and others left, Song Changsheng took out the formation flag and deployed a second-level mid-level isolation formation. Although the breakthrough did not take long, it was better to be cautious when going out.

After taking out the Tai Chi diagram and spreading it on the bed, Song Changsheng sat cross-legged on it. His mind suddenly felt unusually clear, and the impetuousness in his heart was quietly smoothed away.

This is the magical effect he discovered during this period. Sitting cross-legged on the Tai Chi diagram to practice can calm the mind, suppress inner demons, and add security to breakthroughs.

Taking out the jade bottle, Song Changsheng only took a small sip, and then he held Yuan in his arms and began to refine the power of the medicine, preparing to break through to the late stage of foundation building in one fell swoop!

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Thanks to book friend "Taipi Taoist" for providing the characters~~

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