Journey To Longevity

Standing by the window, looking at the mountainside outside the window, Zhang Shiping hoped from the bottom of his heart that Master Wang of Duanxuan Pavilion could forge a second-order magic weapon. Don't let him down, he must make a fortune, but he can't lose money .

Just as Zhang Shiping thought about it, twenty days passed in a flash. During this period, he exchanged two stone token certificates from the patrolling guards.

When the time agreed with Duan Xuange came, Zhang Shiping walked out of Jinyuan, settled the bill with the innkeeper, and stopped a carriage with his hand.

"Master Immortal, Duan Xuan Pavilion is here." The driver was a very honest middle-aged man. He drove in the city of red all day. He was exposed to the wind and sun, his face was dark and wrinkled, and his cloudy eyes made one guess. No matter what he was thinking, of course the immortal cultivators who came and went would not take a mortal to heart.

And because he received immortal masters in the city of red all the year round, he always maintained a respectful attitude, with a subconscious smile on his face, his back bent naturally, humbly took off the little stool he was sitting on just now, and put it on On the ground, he quickly reached out to help the guest open the curtain.

After paying the coachman some money, Zhang Shiping got out of the carriage, and while the coachman thanked him loudly, he stepped onto the steps of the front door of Duanxuan Pavilion. Among the more than a dozen young men standing on both sides of the stone steps, a rather handsome young man at the front immediately welcomed Zhang Shiping to the door and led Zhang Shiping to an empty table to sit down.

Zhang Shiping turned his head and looked around the hall, but he didn't see the fellow Taoist Chen Chuan, so Zhang Shiping took out the certificate given to him by Duan Xuan Pavilion, showed it to the boy waiting by the side, and asked him to find Chen Chuan Come.

The servant respectfully responded, and walked towards the back hall, walking faster than usual, to invite Immortal Master Chen Chuan who was resting in the back hall. Zhang Shiping sat on the chair calmly, while observing the monks coming and going in and out of Duan Xuan Pavilion, while gently cutting the tea foam.

In the back hall, Chen Chuan picked up a bowl of green tea and poured it straight into the mouth. He just received a foundation-builder monk who came from a casual cultivator. I want to buy it, but Duan Xuan Pavilion is open for business, so he can't directly tell the casual cultivator that he wants to buy it quickly, or get out if he doesn't buy it.

In exchange for his previous temper, this kind of casual cultivator who was lucky enough to build a foundation with shit luck, without three or two nails on his body, was so noisy in front of him, he would have cast a spell to freeze him into a popsicle, smash him into pieces, and die go.

However, since the ancestor of the Chen family, the ninth-level golden core monk, came out of closed-door training, he saw that Chen Chuan was irritable, arrogant and irritable. He was afraid that Chen Chuan would be hurt by the demons during the alchemy, so he cast a spell , to seal Chen Chuan's cultivation base in the late stage of foundation establishment, and let him use the cultivation base of the first level of foundation establishment to hone his mind.

Chen Chuan was arranged to be a reception monk in Duanxuan Pavilion. Seven or eight years have passed in a flash. Although his nature is hard to change, after a long period of training, he still has changed.

That's why Chen Chuan was able to hold back his temper. The two chatted for half an hour, and his mouth was dry. The casual cultivator was still asking questions, hesitating this and that, so he didn't just pay his spirit Shi, I decided to buy the magic weapon. Even if I couldn’t afford the second-level magic weapon, at the worst, I could buy a first-level top-grade magic weapon. Chen Chuan wanted to slap it, and finally he smiled politely. It's all gone, and I received the casual cultivator copiously.

When he finally sent him out, the casual cultivator was still empty-handed, didn't buy even a single piece of grass, and drank several pots of tea in the store. Chen Chuan, who was cursing secretly in his heart, returned to the back hall and drank two bowls of tea vigorously. But these are common things. Who hasn't seen or encountered anything for those who open the door to do business?

However, in the past few years, people have seen the same things about the world. In a year and a half, after the ancestor of the Chen family has completed the test, he will also return to the family's spiritual mountain to practice well, and to complete the cultivation base in the later stage of foundation establishment as soon as possible. At that time, under the calamity of the alchemy, whether it is the ashes of the calamity or the golden alchemy, it will be half up to oneself and half to the destiny.

While he was thinking, a servant in the front hall walked over quickly and said that there was a guest surnamed Zhang looking for him outside.

As soon as Chen Chuan heard Zhang's surname, he calculated the time, and today was exactly 30 days. He knew that the monk Zhang who commissioned Master Wang to forge the magic wings was coming, so he waved his hand to let the boy lead the way. In the bottom of his heart, he kept complaining about the barbarian Wang. Why are there so many things? , Didn't he smash his own signboard and ruin the reputation of the store, and when the master blames him, who will take the blame? When I think of the unreasonable old man Duan, his temper is even hotter than his ancestors, and whoever loves it will go up to him.

Wang Fuying kept yelling at him as he spoke, with a vicious look on his face. Chen Chuan watched him getting more and more complacent as he yelled louder and more reasonable.

For this guy whose mind is full of refining weapons and refining weapons, how could I have been friends with him for seven or eighty years, I was really blind.

The smug Wang Fuying threw the freshly baked Feather of Prey to Chen Chuan, and hurried away like a blind man who had successfully stolen honey.

After he ran away, before he entered his cave, he sent a voice transmission to Chen Chuan saying that he was going to retreat for a period of time to study the art of refining weapons. Don't bother him in the past few months, and wait for the owner of Fa Chi to come. Yes, whoever receives it will be responsible to the end.

Chen Chuan crushed the sound transmission talisman, thinking about that guy's appearance, he gritted his teeth, if not for his cultivation base being sealed now, how could he make this barbarian so arrogant.

Now what should happen will always come. He walked out of the back hall, and Chen Chuan saw Zhang Shiping who was drinking tea at a glance. He asked the servant to step back, and strode away alone. Three zhang away, he smiled and said, "Zhang Daoyou, long time no see!"

"How's Daoyou Chen's business going?" Zhang Shiping also put down the clear and elegant blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, stood up and clasped fists, saluting to each other with Chen Chuan.

"That's it, it's not bad, I can finally get a bite to eat." When the two sat down, Chen Chuan chatted with Zhang Shiping enthusiastically, as if they hadn't seen each other for several years Friends, the feelings between acquaintances, I can't see the ugly face in the back hall before.

Zhang Shiping chatted with him for a while, and seeing that Chen Daoyou hadn't talked about the Dharma Wings for a long time, he changed the topic to the Wind Bird's Dharma Wings, "Chen Daoyou, I don't know what happened to my Wind Prey Dharma Wings, forged by Master Wang. But it went well." Zhang Shiping had an expectant tone, he didn't want to hear fellow Taoist Chen Chuan say sorry to him.

But Chen Chuancan laughed, showing embarrassment, and took out a pair of French wings and a jade slip from his storage bag very apologetically.

Only the shape of this pair of French wings is the same as the wings of a bird of prey, but in size, it has shrunk by more than half, and it seems that it is just suitable for being placed on the back and ribs of a person. And the original white feathers have all turned into dark and dumb iron feathers.

A craftsman has his own way of forging magic weapons. Zhang Shiping has heard about the changes in the size and appearance of the magic wings many times, so naturally he won't be too surprised.

Looking at his expression, Zhang Shiping felt as if he had eaten a fly. He was extremely sick and uncomfortable. With a pair of second-order wind-prey beast wings and 850 pieces of spiritual stones, could it be that he was in vain?

But Zhang Shiping calmed down, took the pair of black wings, input his own mana a little bit, and then looked at the wind bird and feather cut on the table in surprise, the aura emanating from the wings was impressive, he was overjoyed, looked up at Chen Chuan, and his heart was full I'm a little confused, this is a second-order magic weapon, why is he so embarrassed?