Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 202: Fire Dragon Invitation
"Ah, Shan Gong is actually injured!" Kang Dabao was very nervous after hearing the news brought back by Taoist Heilu. After all, Yin Shangong means a lot to the cultivators in Yunjiaozhou.

When he hurried back to Chongming Sect from Chongming Market, Taoist Heilius was playing chess with Pei Yi, and the latter sounded a little scared.

"Well, Song Xueqiao's Taoist magic is powerful. If it weren't for the fact that the Earl of Nan'an sent the medical officer assigned to him by the royal family to take action and use the secret medicine of the precious elixir, Shan Gong would have been in danger.

Fortunately, Mr. Shan is a blessed man. Before I came back from the state court, he had already escaped danger and turned danger into safety. Qin kid is guarding there day and night, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"That's good," Kang Dabao breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard Taoist Hei Lu continue, "Chen Ye was taken back by Liang Yi Sect, but Kuang Liuting didn't react. This is not normal.

According to his temper, he should have had a tantrum. From this, I guess the state court might have some big moves recently. I asked Ye Zhen on my way back from the state court, but he couldn't say for sure. You should pay attention."

"Yes." Master Kang replied respectfully.

"There is another thing. Because the new Yunmeng was just established, one of the two sects, Shujian Sect and Zifeng Valley, lost their foundation-building masters. Ye Zhen told me that the state government gave each of them a foundation-building pill in order to comfort the people."

Compared to when he talked about Shan Gong's injury, Taoist Hei Lu downplayed the matter. He glanced at the chessboard and placed another piece without any fluctuation in his tone, as if he was discussing some ordinary trivial matters.

Kang Dabao had heard about what the Taoist Heilu said in the streets, but he didn't know whether it was true or not. Now that he heard the Taoist Heilu say so too, he naturally couldn't help but believe it.

As soon as the black-shoe Taoist finished speaking, the round face of the Kangda Sect Leader immediately showed some envy: "My Lord is very generous this time. When I first heard the news, I thought it was just nonsense. I didn't expect it to be true!"

The Foundation Establishment Pill is truly a treasure in rural areas like Yunjiaozhou.

If an ordinary Qi-cultivating family gets one, they will have a chance to change their destiny; even if a large foundation-building family gets one, it may be able to preserve their wealth for the next one or two hundred years.

Since the two families each got a foundation-building pill, there must be no shortage of ninth-level Qi training cultivators in their families who are in urgent need of building a foundation. Given time, there is a high probability that another person will emerge to build a foundation.

"I guess I'll have to give gifts again soon." The first thing that Master Kang said was this, and then he realized that this was both a good and a bad thing.

Although after this incident, the heads of each family will have to work harder for the state court. After all, if the foundation-building cultivator of the head of the family is damaged, the state court is willing to provide compensation. This is indeed what each family cares about most.

But, to put it in this way, and to speak in a very treasonous way, how many high-level Qi training cultivators secretly hope that their elders will "die in the king's service"?

"Foundation Building Pills are only rare in poor places like Yunjiaozhou. They are not considered a particularly rare thing even among the prominent families in the capital. It is not surprising that Kuang Liuting has this."

Taoist Hei Lu looked down on the useless appearance of Master Kang, and casually made another move, which made Pei Yi, who was sitting opposite him, frown even more.

Pei Yi took another look at the chess board, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

He secretly complained in his heart: "No wonder Senior Hei Lu favors his head brother so much. Judging from his chess skills, he is simply like Gao Shan Liu Shui and Boya Ziqi."

"Uncle Master is right, but this is always a good thing for our New Cloud Alliance." Working for someone, Kang Dabao naturally hopes that the boss will be as generous as possible.

Then he said, "There is one more thing. Fellow Daoist Han came again earlier. Perhaps he had heard some news from outside that my uncle had come out of retreat, so he came to me and made a scene, saying that he still wanted to meet my uncle."

"I'm too lazy to see him," the Taoist Hei Lu frowned and waved his hand, "Tell him to tell those people in Hemu Dao that my name is useful, but the consequences are hard to bear, so let them take care of themselves."

"Yes, yes, yes." After hearing what the Black-Shoe Taoist said, Master Kang's face immediately smiled like a flower, and the slightest uneasiness in his heart also disappeared.

Leaving behind Pei Yi with a bitter face and the interested Taoist Heishiliao, Kang Dabao, as soon as he left the meditation room, saw the monk named Han who was waiting anxiously at the door.

Unexpectedly, when Master Kang relayed the words of Taoist Heilu in a more benign manner, the cultivator surnamed Han was so excited that he jumped up.

"Mr. Kang, that's what my uncle really said! Don't lie to me. You must know that I am your uncle's legitimate nephew." The last time the cultivator surnamed Han divided the Grass Witch Cult scriptures with Kang Dabao, they had a tacit understanding. The two had some relationship before that, and they had been drinking happily and getting along well at several recent banquets.

Even so, after repeatedly asking for an audience, he still couldn't meet the Taoist Black Shoes, and the cultivator surnamed Han finally broke through his defense.

My life is in danger! God have mercy on me!

Hemu Dao started from a dilapidated Taoist temple, and it took three or four generations to produce a person who could establish a foundation. What's the point of staying in someone else's house every day?

Now, several other foundation-building forces in the New Cloud Alliance are taking advantage of the fierce battle record of the Black-Shoe Taoist to expand their territory outside!

There are a bunch of people in my Hemu Taoist family who are waiting to go out and bully the male tyrant. Bah, they want to bring glory to the family. But to do these things without the support of a true cultivator who has established a foundation, I feel anxious in my heart. How can I do that?
“Look, I dare not lock the door. Since Fellow Daoist Han is the nephew of Uncle Heilu, I dare not stop him. Please go ahead.” Master Kang, who came from a peddler background, is used to seeing cultivators being helpless, and he has plenty of solutions.

"You, you!" The monk surnamed Han glanced at the door, hesitated for a while, and still did not have the courage to push the door, so he stomped his feet, waved his sleeves and left.

Kang Dabao followed him to the outside of the mountain gate and watched him leave.

"Wow, this guy even needs a flying boat!" Master Kang was a little surprised when he saw it.

After all, although the Chongming Sect now has two flying boats available, one of them is of inferior quality and was "borrowed" from Luo Heng, the magistrate of Pingrong County; and the other one is of spiritual weapon level and was temporarily lent to them by Taoist Heilu.

Seriously speaking, don't underestimate the prosperity of Emperor Mingzong in recent years. In fact, it is still a bit difficult to use public funds to purchase a flying boat for his own use.

Even among all the fellow disciples, only Ye Zhengwen, a wealthy man who had earned a lot of spirit stones from the Spirit Mirror in his early years, had bought a dilapidated flying boat at a bargain price. After asking someone to overhaul it, the boat was barely usable.

Kang Dabao was quite surprised to see that the monk surnamed Han could afford a brand new flying boat by himself without using public property for personal purposes or relying on his elders.

No wonder Uncle Heilu doesn't want to pay attention to you. You have exploited so many forces these days. Even if you, Han, earn money on your own, you won't be able to afford it in your next life!
Turning back, Taoist Heilu had narrowly won a battle and was feeling happy. When he saw Kang Dabao coming back, he casually threw out a gold-thread storage bag that looked quite high-end.

"Here, I killed a blind wild foundation-building warrior on the way. I can't use these."

"Yes." A smile instantly broke out on Kang Dabao's round face.

"Don't be obsessed with external things, cultivation is the foundation." The Taoist in black shoes shook his head helplessly, gave another warning, and then left.

Kang Dabao sighed as he watched Black Shoes Taoist leave, thinking, "Why did Master Uncle leave so early this time? I wanted to ask him to stop by Chongming Market and kill Fire Dragon Taoist first. Forget it, I still have to think about killing a foundation-building cultivator."

Seeing the Black-Shoe Taoist leave, Pei Yi breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind to give up the art of chess. Then he saw that the head of the Kang family had happily sat in the Black-Shoe Taoist's previous position: "Brother, come here, let me teach you again."

Pei Yi was stunned, then turned his head away: "(dirty words)" - Chongmingfang Market

Yuan Jin finished his day's patrol as usual, took off his armor, and returned to the Bad Shuaiguan Temple to rest.

His three meals a day were brought by Ye Pingshui from Chongming Tower. Although this honest child was a little dull, he was very filial to his master Yuan Jin.

According to Yuan Jin's own words: "Even if he were his own son, he wouldn't be so filial."

Yuan Jin has been in a bad mood lately. This year's Ascension Conference has just passed, but his youngest son Yuan Ruyi has no spiritual roots.

The child didn't think anything was wrong at first, until he was held in the arms of his two mothers and cried all night. Then he realized something was wrong and became depressed.

The sons and wives in the family are unhappy, so Yuan Jin, the head of the family, is naturally even less happy.

Although he had come up with the idea of ​​"being a rich man is not necessarily worse than being an ascetic monk" to convince himself on the day when Yuan Changsheng tested his spirit, how could Yuan Jin not be sad when he saw that his little son, whom he had always loved, could not embark on the path to immortality?
He is not his master Qi Buxiu, who taught him martial arts, and had dozens of children and was too sad to even think about it.

In addition, the Chongming Sect was also unlucky this year. The Mortal City, which was originally under the jurisdiction of the Ye family, was also included in the Chongming Sect's selection range this time, but still nothing was gained.

This also caused the head of Kangda, who always liked to worship his ancestors in the dining hall, to make some changes.

On this year's Wanshou Festival, all the people in the sect changed into the sect's brand new Taoist robes and stood in front of the ancestral hall to perform the sacrificial ceremony in an orderly manner.

But after all this excitement, whether it is useful or not will only be known after seeing the harvest next year.

If the harvest next year is still not good, given the pragmatic character of Master Kang, he will most likely move the ancestor worship ceremony back to the table in the kitchen.

After dinner, Yuan Jin praised Jin Shilun in his heart for his increasingly better cooking skills, and then tested Ye Pingshui on his homework for the day.

Although Ye Pingshui was an honest child like Duan Anle, he was somewhat different from the latter. Although Duan Anle was honest, he was actually a smart man, while Ye Pingshui was actually a stupid person, and from time to time he would get so angry that Yuan Jin would hit him on the head.

He did not practice well the middle-grade "Water Source Sutra" handed down in the Ye family. Yuan Jin thought that Mingzong had absorbed many excellent skills, and Ye Pingshui's realm was also shallow, so it would be better for him to disperse his skills and start over as soon as possible.

However, after Ye Pingshui tried many high-grade martial arts and failed to master them, Yuan Jin had no choice but to choose a low-grade "Barbarian Bull Sutra" for him to practice.

With his simple nature and the skills he had accumulated, Ye Pingshui's cultivation progress was not slow, and he was about to break through to the fourth level of Qi training. Yuan Jin was quite satisfied with this, at least his realm had improved, which was better than being stuck at the first or second level of Qi training for several years without making any progress.

After testing Ye Pingshui's homework, Yuan Jin was quite satisfied. Although this kid was a little stupid, he was not lazy.

But after the examination, Ye Pingshui still couldn't rest. In the evening, Yuan Jin assigned him some weapon training exercises to do, and he could only go to bed after he finished them.

Don't think that this is too hard. Having a teacher who teaches wholeheartedly and being able to practice with peace of mind without having to worry about where to get spiritual stones and spiritual energy tomorrow is a situation that many practitioners can only dream of but cannot achieve.

If a practitioner is unwilling to endure even the hardships of practice itself, then he can be regarded as cutting off his own path.

If that were the case, there would be no need to linger in the world of cultivating immortals. He could just find a wild farm to serve as a worshiper and be free. In the future, as long as he was not killed by wild cultivators who came to find him, he would have nearly a hundred years of wealth and honor to enjoy.

There are many talented and virtuous people in this world. After practicing for decades, they may be able to build a foundation and form an elixir. However, God is jealous of talents. It is not uncommon for geniuses to die halfway and live no more than half a century. It is better for them to live longer than those mediocre people.

It is difficult for anyone to say which path is better and how to choose.

After leaving the official temple, Yuan Jin came over wearing a magic armor to investigate the outpost where Han Yundao and Pei Que were stationed.

Although the two had not completed the task of eliminating the Tribulation Cultivators, they, together with Xie Liusheng, discovered a cultivator's cave, which brought many benefits to Yuan Jin and Chongming Sect, and naturally gained a lot of good deeds.

Chongming Tower is the second large warehouse of Chongming Sect. The two of them exchanged a lot of common elixirs from Zhou Xinran, and their practice went much more smoothly.

It was after Yuan Jin heard about this that he wanted to go over and give some instructions.

Pills are certainly a good thing. One pill, often only the size of a finger, can save practitioners months or even years of hard work.

But everything should be done in moderation. If you rely too much on elixirs, it will not be a good thing.

Especially since the Chongming Sect still had a shallow foundation, most of the elixirs given to the disciples and purchased by the disciples themselves were not top-grade elixirs. If used too much, the elixir poison accumulated in the body would be too severe, which might even affect the future path, resulting in a loss-making outcome.

Of course, Master Kang Da has explained these principles to his disciples, but Yuan Jin is still worried that his two nephews are not strong-willed and will go astray, so he came over to warn them, which is always a good idea.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yuan Jin came out of the official temple, he met the Taoist Fire Dragon who was strolling out.

This foundation-building cultivator who was born a black bandit has been feeling very depressed recently. Deng Baichuan has the fake Sima Gun as his backer and really has no respect for him at all.

Kang Dabao always puts on a smiling face every time he sees the Fire Dragon Taoist, but he is actually just a seal that can be manipulated by others.

Outside the Chongming Tower, it is not certain that Master Kang will have any say in the big and small matters in this market. To Taoist Huolong, he is of little use except for gaining some respect.

When the old bastard saw Yuan Jin, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Yuan boy, where are you going?!"

The fact that Kang Dabao and Ye Zhengwen were almost killed by the Fire Dragon Taoist was concealed by the head of the Kang Da Sect, and it was not good for others to know about it. But among those who concealed it, Yuan Jin would never be included.

Seeing this old bastard talking to him, Yuan Jin was furious, but responded enthusiastically: "Senior Huolong, I am about to go to a few sentries to inspect them."

"It's so boring. I heard someone in your tavern tell me about an interesting place. Do you want to go there with me?"

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