Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 215 The deceased is dead

   "It's Deacon Lang, get up..."

  Bai Zichen recognized the person, and had dealt with him several times in the market.

  He stopped, and another round and simple black and white bear climbed up the cloud steps. Its limbs were short and fat, and when it stepped over the steps, it stumbled and rolled directly into the moon.

  The body lost its balance, with its hands and feet facing the sky, and it rolled all the way to the master's heels before stopping.

   After fluttering for a while, he turned his body upright.

   "Meet Elder Bai."

   "Elder Bai, Feiyue Lake has been separated for many years, you have broken through one after another, and soon you will be called a senior..."

   "I'm Liu Hui, my brother has an old relationship with you."

  The rest of the monks in the field reacted. Although they were not as flattering and exaggerated as Lang Zhongping, they all came up to say hello enthusiastically.

  Bai Zichen nodded slightly, and walked straight to his uncle, looking at this relative who led him on the road and cared for his growth, there were already obvious wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

   "Uncle, you are getting old..."

Bai Jiuan's eyes were red, and he grabbed Bai Zichen's arm: "Chen'er, you did a good job... Everyone said that you can become a real person of alchemy, but my nephew is a real person of alchemy, so I will die Happy too!"

   In a daze, I went back to the afternoon of Han Xiufeng that year.

  The uncle told himself earnestly, not to be dazzled by the windfall of killing the ghost monks.

  Cultivate well, in the future the two will accumulate family contributions, and they will definitely be able to exchange for a pure Yang Gangsha for Bai Zichen to attack and build a foundation.

   "In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed..."

  Bai Zichen refused Bai Xianzhong's request to let him sit on the main seat, and sat down directly beside Bai Jiuan.

  Leave the restless Tumbler behind him, throw two handfuls of spirit fruits to it, and let it play by itself.

  Bai Xianzhong was a little restless sitting at the top, and he simply stood up after a while, and went to toast the Foundation Establishment cultivator who came to congratulate him.

  Bai Zichen was amused in his heart, how could he care about such trivial matters.

  Or wherever he sits, there is the main position in the field, and everyone has to revolve around it.

"Chen'er, you haven't been home for a long time, I'll bring your younger siblings to meet you later... Two people with spiritual roots don't need to be as outstanding as you, as long as the aptitude of four spiritual roots can grow up safely. "

  When Bai Jiuan saw his nephew, he was in a very good mood, smiling all over his face.

   "That's excellent... My brother, Bai Zichen, will definitely not be bad."

  Bai Zichen was also happy for his uncle when he heard that there were descendants of spiritual roots among his children.

   Even if the parents are monks, there is no guarantee that the offspring will have spiritual roots, it just increases the probability of spiritual roots a lot.

   "I'm here to offer a toast to Elder Bai."

  Bai Ling had a graceful figure, holding up the wine bottle, and poured it down.

  Thinking about it now, it feels a little funny. She actually had a fight with Bai Zichen, wanting to see who was the number one genius of the Bai family.

  But in just a few years, Bai Zichen quickly revealed a talent far superior to his peers, and even soared into the sky after going to Qingfengmen.

  At the beginning, Bai Ling still didn't believe the news about Bai Zichen from his family, thinking that there might be some exaggeration in it.

   Gradually, it became a little numb.

  Really realize that the distance between people is that big.

  She practiced step by step until the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and there was no more suitable candidate in the clan than her. Only after taking the Foundation Establishment Pill was she able to successfully establish the foundation.

  The other party is already in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

  Became an important figure in the entire Heishan County.

   "You and I are both members of the Bai clan, so there is no need to be so divided... In the future, if you encounter difficulties, you can come to Feiyue Lake to find me."

  Bai Zichen took a sip of his drink in response.

  His status has risen suddenly, and the time he spent in the clan was limited since he was a child. No wonder Bai Xianzhong, Bai Ling didn't know how to get along with him.

   But even if it is for the uncle's face, it is impossible for him not to take care of the Bai family.

  …

  The Foundation Establishment celebration banquet was over, most of the guests left, and a few monks who were closely related to the Bai family stayed, and they would stay for a few days for exchange.

  Foundation establishment monks will also communicate with each other, and trade spiritual things that they don't need.

  In the rebuilt family hall, there is a circle of clan members standing, among them are many young talents of the Bai family that Bai Xianzhong deliberately selected, hoping that some of them can be favored by Bai Zichen.

  Unfortunately, all his attention is on the two children brought by Bai Jiuan.

  They are all six or seven years old, the boys are tiger-headed and tiger-headed, and the girls are carved in pink and jade, very cute.

   "What's their name?"

  Bai Zichen was overjoyed when he saw it, and pulled the two of them closer to him.

   "Cousin, my name is Bai Ziying, and my younger brother is Bai Ziyu."

  The little girl was more courageous, staring at the cousin she met for the first time with her **** eyes.

  Bai Jiu'an already has more than ten children, but the only ones whose spiritual roots have been detected are this pair of siblings.

   "Okay, this is a meeting gift from my cousin, please keep it."

  Bai Zichen reached out and flicked the storage bag, and stuffed two mahogany swords into the hands of the two children.

   It was the ghost-slaying mahogany sword and the demon-suppressing mahogany sword that he used back then. This pair of wooden flying swords also accompanied him for a long time, and they were left unused in the storage bag after the foundation was established.

   "Thank you cousin."

  Bai Ziying held the Demon-Suppressing Mahogany Sword, which was about the same height as her, and said in a childish voice.

   "Brother Chen, is this too expensive..."

  Although this pair of mahogany swords has poor attributes, they are cheaper than the black bamboo swords of the Bai family, but they are all flying swords, which are equivalent to a top-grade magic weapon.

  Not to mention the two children, even among the members of the Bai family in the later stage of Qi refining, there are quite a few who do not have high-grade magic weapons.

   "Toys for cousins ​​are nothing."

  Bai Zichen is of course aware of Bai Xianzhong's intentions in arranging so many junior clan members, but in terms of blood relationship, Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu are blood relatives within three servings.

  The other clansmen on the field, although they all have the same ancestor, have actually been out of Wufu for a long time, and their blood relationship is very distant.

   In terms of kindness, Bai Jiuan is the guide on his way, and he can't repay his kindness too much.

After thinking for a while, he handed a golden flying sword and a red-covered orb umbrella to Bai Jiu'an: "Uncle, this is the first-order golden bird sword, and the top-grade defensive magic weapon, the red-covered orb umbrella. In the future, the retreat may take several years as a unit, and you will have more means to fight against the enemy with this magic weapon."

  Bai Jiu'an only has the cultivation base of Qi Refining Dzogchen, no matter how good the treasure is, he can't use it.

  The Chigai Orb Umbrella is a high-quality magic weapon, and it has played a role in turning the tide several times. It is the most suitable treasure for Qi refining monks.

At the same time, he turned to Bai Ling and said, "This time is your foundation-building celebration. I came here in a hurry and went to Tianlei Cliff to kill two golden-winged Lei Pengs as a congratulatory gift...should be enough for you to use as spiritual material to refine a spiritual weapon." gone."

  Bai Ling took a storage bag in a daze, and opened it to see that there were two complete golden-winged Lei Peng corpses inside, and no wounds could be found on the whole body.

  The monks in the temple, hearing Bai Zichen speak in an ordinary tone, with the attitude of treating the golden-winged Lei Peng as a lamb to be slaughtered, made his hair stand on end.

   This is the second-order monster Golden Winged Lei Peng, and it is still a flying monster that makes foundation-building monks feel a headache.

  But soon he felt that it was common sense, without such strength, how could the heads of the ghost sect demon cultivators killed in the two wars be rolling.

   "You can let all the young children in the clan come over later, and I will diagnose their practice..."

  Bai Zichen intends to use the Nine Suns Divine Fire as a mirror to reflect the younger generations of the clan.

   "Ziying, Ziyu, and other juniors who are a few years older, if you want to worship Qingfengmen, you can send a letter to Feiyue Lake."

   "I'll make arrangements right away."

  Bai Xianzhong nodded excitedly, he doesn't care what he can leave behind, as long as Bai Zichen has his family in his heart.

  Bai Zichen glanced over the people in the hall, and saw a familiar face: "Chongwu?"

   "Returning to Elder Bai, it is Chongwu..."

  Bai Chongwu, a tall and handsome man back then, had a weather-beaten face and a hunched body, as if recovering from a serious illness.

   "Are you injured? Bai Ying, why don't you see anyone else?"

  Bai Zichen was a little strange. The patriarch even called Bai Chongwu over. It was unreasonable not to know that Bai Ying had the closest relationship with him back then, so he was left out.

   "Being beaten by the ghost boy of the Ghost Gate is much better...Brother Ying, brother Ying is dead."

  Bai Chongwu pulled out a crying and smiling expression, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"When we retreated from Hanxiu Peak that day, Baiying and I ran into a group of monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect... There was a thunderbolt hidden in him. Let us go first. After distracting the demon cultivators with his own voice, he detonated it. Both myself and Moxiu were blown to pieces."

   "I should have thought about it a long time ago. Brother Ying has not been happy at all these years. Several times he woke up in a dream, saying that he was going to find his mother."

Bai Zichen was a little dazed, that fat, lazy guy kept saying that he had no spiritual root aptitude to practice, and that his biggest dream was to be an outstanding merchant, and Bai Ying, who had earned enough spirit stones to open a shop, died unexpectedly. up.

   Still died together with the ghost monk. Judging from the behavior of Lei Zhenzi hidden in him, he had a plan long ago.

  The Ghost Sect cultivator who killed Shangqingfengya back then, and his mother who died in front of his eyes, left a deep shadow on Baiying.

  Perhaps from that day on, the idea of ​​revenge had been buried in his heart.

   "Bai Fatty, wait a few more years, and you will see me avenge Aunt Song... But don't worry, no one will be able to get away from the Ghost Spirit Gate."

  Bai Zichen let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head and said, "Patriarch, does Bai Ying have any descendants?"

   "There is only one son, but unfortunately there is no spiritual root, just ordinary."

  Bai Xianzhong shook his head, if he had spiritual roots, how could he not call Baiying's only son here.

  For immortal cultivators, children without spiritual roots will not be counted as descendants at all.

   "Go and call Lang Zhongping here, he should have been waiting."

  Bai Zichen gave instructions to Bai Chongwu, and sat there with his eyes closed, without saying a word.

  After a quarter of an hour, the restless Lang Zhongping followed into the hall, saluted respectfully and waited for instructions.

   "Deacon Lang, there are still vacant shops in Fangshi...I mean the core location, not the newly developed peripheral shops."

"Return to Elder Bai, as long as the shops on these streets are in hand, no one will return them. The Zongmen has spent many years trying to replace the permanent property rights of most of the shops with 100-year leasehold rights. Even if the shops encounter turnover problems, they are willing It is impossible to sell the shop if you borrow spirit stones from others."

  Lang Zhongping's voice became lower and lower, and under Bai Zichen's icy gaze, he felt chills in his heart.

   "However, I remember that there is a store in the core area that is not operating in a standardized manner, and will be expelled from the market at the end of the year, but the area is small, only half a bay..."

  Elder Bai can only feel sorry for Xu's family now, even though the young lady that Xu's family sent is really tender.

  Lang Zhongping moved out every possible means, and reported a shop that was originally planned to be reserved for the Xu family.

   On the one hand, he is the future Daoist Jiedan of the sect, and on the other hand, he is the natal family of several concubines of his own.

   How to choose is not difficult.

   First of all, I would like to apologize to fellow daoists, someone who was unable to add a new chapter in June is ashamed.

   Let’s do the math first, seven chapters are owed in May, and although there is no mention of changing the monthly ticket in June, as usual, one chapter should be added to the 500 monthly ticket, which is eight chapters.

   Considering that next week is my wife's due date, I have to save up manuscripts in the past few days to avoid interruptions.

   We can only set a small goal first, and pay off the debt owed in May in July.

   Knock one and leave.

  (end of this chapter)