Green coriander family

Qingyuan Mountain, General Affairs Pavilion.

When Chen Zimo returned to the family, he immediately came to the Shuwu Pavilion to inquire about the movement of the monster hunting team, and handed over the "Golden Cicada Containing Breath Formula" to the family in exchange for contribution points.

"Golden Cicada Containing Breath Jue" is a very practical spell, which is much stronger than the several breath-holding spells in Chen's Buddhist scripture pavilion.

According to Chen's increasingly perfect exchange rules, Chen Zimo got another considerable contribution point.

Chen Yuantao knew what this kid was doing the first time he saw Chen Zimo.

After putting away the "Golden Cicada Containing Breath Jue", he handed over a book he had prepared before.

The book records the types of monsters that are active in the middle and outer areas of the Tianhen Mountains, as well as their habits, strength, weaknesses, and where they often appear.

Chen Zimo turned a few pages, and there were some monsters that he didn't know about, and he became more interested in this book.

"Third Uncle, how many contribution points?"

The things in the General Affairs Pavilion, no matter what they are, need to be exchanged for contribution points. This is common sense that everyone in the Chen clan knows.

It is almost impossible to get out of Shuwu Pavilion for nothing, except for special periods and special events.

Chen Yuantao waved his hand and said with a smile.

"This book doesn't need contribution points, I gave it to you personally, and I can only do so much for you."

A smile appeared on Chen Zimo's face when he heard that he should not contribute.

This book doesn't cost many contribution points, but Chen Yuantao's kindness made Chen Zimo's heart warm.

Chen Yuantao is already 70 years old, and there is no hope of building a foundation in this life.

But he didn't give up the idea of ​​building a foundation. When he couldn't do it, he asked his son and daughter to fulfill this dream on his behalf.

Chen Yuantao, like most monks, began to marry wives and concubines wantonly after the age of 60, and then made people day and night.

I just hope that among my descendants there will be a child with good spiritual root aptitude, who will have the opportunity to build a foundation in the future and contribute to the development and growth of the Chen family.

Chen Yuantao no longer uses any spiritual objects for cultivation, and saves all the contribution points he has earned, and leaves them to his descendants in the future, so that their road to foundation building will be easier.

When Chen Yuantao saw Chen Zimo standing stupidly holding a book, a smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, put it away."

"I'll take you to get a second-level high-grade magic weapon, which is a benefit for the monks who join the monster hunting team."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yuantao was about to leave for the back warehouse.

Chen Zimo didn't move, and closed the book.

"Third Uncle, I don't need it anymore. My magic weapon is enough for me. Please help me exchange it for contribution points."

Chen Zimo has several top-rank second-grade magic weapons on his body, which are completely enough for him to fight and hunt monsters, and he doesn't need extra magic weapons.

Chen Yuantao was a little dazed, young people nowadays are so rich that they can't even look down on second-order high-grade magical artifacts.

"Zi Mo, the Tianhen Mountains are no different than other places. There are many monsters inside, and they are powerful. If you don't pay attention, your life will be in danger."

"An extra Magical Artifact on your body means more protection. There is a second-tier top-grade defensive Magical Artifact refined by Yuanzheng in the warehouse. I'll get it for you."

Every time the hunting team came back from the hunting team, there would be a decrease in staff. In the worst case, the hunting team lost nearly half of its personnel.

Those who were accidentally killed by monsters in the process of hunting monsters, and those who were unfortunately disabled during the process of hunting monsters, with broken arms and legs, had little strength left and could not continue hunting monsters.

These are the two most important ways to reduce the number of members of the Monster Hunting Team. The latter one is okay, at least they are still alive, and they can spend their old age peacefully on Qingyuan Mountain.

If the staff is downsizing, someone needs to take over, and there are those who take the initiative to apply, like Chen Zimo, a young family monk who wants to hone himself, and parents who want to earn contributions for future generations.

If the number of people is still not enough, the family will supplement the hunting team with missions, and most of the people who receive such missions are the elders of the family with a short lifespan.

"Third uncle, I really don't need a magic weapon."

Chen Zimo thought that Chen Yuantao didn't believe it, so he took out all his magic weapons and put them on the counter. There were ten pieces in total, all of which were second-order high-grade magic weapons.

Five ordinary second-tier top-grade short spears, one second-tier top-grade spear, a black beheading sword, a blood-red long sword, and two second-tier top-grade shields.

Seeing so many second-tier high-grade magical artifacts, Chen Yuantao didn't say anything, and directly helped convert that second-tier high-grade magical artifact into contribution points and transferred them to his identity token.

At the same time, Chen Yuantao was still thinking in his heart: the seal talisman master earns spirit stones really fast, those ten second-order magic tools are probably worth five or six thousand low-grade spirit stones, and let my son and daughter learn talisman seals from Zimo in the future.

Chen Yuantao now has three sons and two daughters, but they are not yet five years old, so I don't know if they have spiritual roots.

In addition, Chen Yuantao's two concubines were pregnant again, and in a few months, he would be the father of seven children.

Chen Zimo didn't know what Chen Yuantao was thinking, he only knew that he must be thinking about something, his eyes were lost in thought.

Chen Zimo still has something to ask him, so he can't let him be distracted and interrupt his thoughts in a low voice.

"Third uncle, do I want to see the patriarch?"

After Chen Yuantao recovered, he was a little embarrassed, but he quickly covered it up.

Although Chen Yuantao wanted to know why Chen Zimo wanted to see the patriarch, he didn't ask any questions, leaving him to wait for a while, and went out.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yuantao came in from the outside, took out a token and handed it to Chen Zimo.

"This is the pass token of the formation on the top of the mountain. The patriarch is waiting for you on it."

Chen Zimo apologized to Chen Yuantao, then left Shuwu Pavilion and went to the top of Qingyuan Mountain.

In the cave in the middle of the mountain top, Chen Zimo met Chen Changxuan, the patriarch of the Qingxian Chen clan whom he hadn't seen for nine years.

Compared with nine years ago, Chen Zimo felt that the patriarch hadn't changed at all, he was still dressed in black.

But just standing there can give people an invisible pressure, stronger than the pressure felt last time.

Chen Changxuan also saw Chen Zimo's embarrassment, and immediately restrained his breath.

Chen Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time understood that the patriarch was testing himself just now.

"That's right, such a cultivation level at such a young age."

Although Chen Changxuan didn't care about those locks, he still knew about some talented children in the family.

Chen Zimo in front of him is the most outstanding clan member in his generation besides Chen Zihui, and Chen Zimu, Chen Zichu, Chen Zixin, Chen Zixuan and others will be in the future.

Hearing the patriarch's praise, Chen Zimo quickly responded with a bow.

"The patriarch praised it, these are what Zimo should do."

"You don't need to be so restrained. We are all a family. You can just call me fifth uncle from now on."

"Yes, patriarch!"

Chen Zimo replied instinctively, but he was not bowing.

Chen Changxuan looked at Chen Zimo, his voice was a little low.

"Ok!"

Only then did Chen Zimo realize that he had said something wrong, and quickly corrected it.

"Fifth Uncle."

Only then was Chen Changxuan satisfied, and then he got down to business.

"I heard from Yuan Tao that you need to find me!"

(End of this chapter)