Journey To Longevity

"I don't want to introduce you to my little friend, old man Yu Jisan. This time, I asked Fellow Daoist Qingyu to find you." Look closely at Zhang Shiping.

"I've seen Zhenjun Yuji." Zhang Shiping said to the old man with a serious face, but he wondered in his heart why this old monster came to him?

"My little friend, you should know this insect. The phantom locust, which is ranked 973rd on the list of strange insects, only feeds on green grain spiritual rice. That is to say, it is like a ghost, so it is called Phantom Locust." A light red aura rose from the palm of the old man surnamed Mu, and there was a locust the size of a fist lying in the aura, and he said without changing his expression.

Zhang Shiping's face changed slightly, he still dare not say about other spirit insects, but he is the only one who is very familiar with this phantom locust, after all, he has cultivated it for nearly two hundred years since he got it shortly after foundation establishment.

Seeing this Yu Ji Sanren's eyes flashed brightly, he said with a smile: "It seems that my little friend really knows this insect."

Yuji Sanren took out a section of the spirit bone that had already turned into jade, and put it into the spirit light. After smelling it, the phantom locust, which was restless at first, calmed down a lot, hugged the bone and gnawed, and then he watched quietly. Zhang Shiping.

"I think seniors already know that this phantom locust is indeed from this junior, but I don't know where this phantom locust in senior's hand came from?" Zhang Shiping watched the phantom locust gnaw on the jade bone, and said It has been understood to 80% or 90% that it was cultivated by itself, and the general phantom locust still feeds on the juice of green rice instead of bone meal, and the habits of the two are very different. It's just that his last sentence shouldn't have been asked, but when the words came to his lips, he wanted to swallow but couldn't.

Zhang Shiping once handed over this phantom ghost locust to the younger generation of the clan to raise it, and the Zhang family's foundation-building monks and some clan members in the late stage of Qi training all know about it. However, because the magic weapon of the imperial animal bag is not cheap, not many people carry it with them.

"This old man Chong'er got it from the younger generation of Foundation Establishment, so he should be a member of the younger generation. But don't worry, the old man didn't make things difficult for him, otherwise Fellow Daoist Qingyu won't let the old man go. On the contrary, the old man saved the junior One life, I won’t say much about it, my little friend, can I show the phantom locust you have raised?” Yu Ji Sanren was not angry because of Zhang Shiping’s words, but explained patiently, his eyes were fixed on the phantom locust. Wearing Zhang Shiping's imperial animal bag hanging on the side of his belt.

Hearing this, Zhang Shiping smiled wryly in his heart. However, the Yuanying Patriarch of our school is here, and this Yuji Sanman is so upright, so he doesn't have any other thoughts, and he shouldn't be in any danger. Besides, the phantom locust that I have cultivated for so long is only a second-level top-grade so far, and there is still some gap between the third-level and the third-level, so it won't cause a Nascent Soul cultivator to covet it.

"Since the senior said so, the junior should follow his orders. It's just that the phantom locusts reared by the junior have undergone some mutations, which are quite different from what is recorded in the classics." Zhang Shiping said on the gray imperial beast bag at his waist. With a touch, three phantom locusts the size of a millstone fell out of thin air on the open space in the hall in front of the three of them. As soon as they came out, they fluttered their wings and buzzed immediately. They looked at Zhang Shiping, thinking that it was time to eat.

The phantom locusts recorded in the classics are the purest ones with a bluish-yellow color all over their bodies, but the three in front of them have scales that are as red as blood jade, with more than a hundred large and small scales growing on each leg. The barbs on his body, and the stubby and thick jaws open and close from time to time, at first glance, he looks extremely ferocious.

Yu Jisan looked at it attentively, then turned to look at Qingyu and said with a smile:

"Everything in the world is naturally selected. After the extinction of green rice, there are no pure phantom locusts. The ones that survive have more or less been mutated. Over the past hundred years overseas, the old man has I have also found several kinds, and after breeding, I have bred more than a dozen different kinds of spirit insects, but none of them are very satisfactory. I thought I didn’t know how long it would take to cultivate the spirit insects I wanted. Chonglai, I don’t want to come to Fellow Daoist Qingyu’s place, but it’s a bit of a windfall instead.”

Qingyu Zhenjun stroked his beard, glanced at Yu Ji and said, "This bug is not yours, what can you be happy about?"

"Little friend, I have the audacity to ask if I can part with you. Of course, I will definitely satisfy you." Yu Ji Sanren said with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious.

He put away the fist-sized phantom locust, then opened his mouth to spit out a red light, which gradually grew in the wind and turned into an awl several inches long, round at the front and pointed at the back, mixed with red and purple, with about one-third of the top end One place is engraved with runes as thin as hair. As soon as this object appeared, it emitted a billowing heat wave. The old man tapped lightly, and a ray of spiritual light merged into the short cone, and a fiery red-white fire wave suddenly dispersed.

However, there were no low-ranking monks present, and Zhang Shiping felt hesitant as he felt the oncoming heat wave. In the past two hundred years, he has been on the Phantom Locust one after another, throwing millions of spirit stones, and now he has these three Phantom Locusts that are close to advancing. That Yu Ji Sanren's intentions couldn't be more obvious, he wanted to exchange the short awl magic weapon for the phantom locust in his hand. This short cone is indeed full of spirituality, judging by its appearance, its power should be good, but if one is exchanged for three, Zhang Shiping will be in a panic again, feeling that all his hard work for so many years has been wasted.

Seeing that Zhang Shiping didn't respond immediately, the old man flipped his hands and took out a small yellow leather drum.

He tapped lightly, and there were bursts of sound, not loud, but it reached Zhang Shiping's ears like thunder, which shocked him. Fortunately, Zhang Shiping's spirit was a little bit stronger than the average Jindan mid-stage, two or three breaths Immediately came back to his senses.

"This purple fire awl is a magic weapon refined by the old man with purple flame spirit iron. It has not been refined by blood, and my little friend can recognize the master as long as a drop of blood. After a little sacrifice, the power is definitely not weaker than the magic weapon of life. As for the small drum is This ancient treasure, the old man got it from the Nanfa Temple, and you should know its usefulness, it has a miraculous effect on the soul. The old man exchanged these two for my three spirit locusts, how about it, my little friend, think about it?" Yu Ji Sanren took a deep look at Zhang Shiping.

"This... Senior, can you allow this junior to think about it?" Zhang Shiping originally thought that Yu Ji Sanren wanted to exchange one for three, but he didn't want to be so generous. Only in this way, he didn't even have an excuse to shirk.

"Let him think about it!" Qingyu Zhenjun said with a smile, and asked Yuji: "Why are you so generous, old fellow? Didn't you say that you want to keep your disciples? Still in hand?"

"That little guy is too greedy. While the old man was going to the Nanfa Hall, he stole several elixir and fled. The old man cleared the house and made fellow Daoist Qingyu laugh." Yu Ji Sanren shook his head and sighed. Said.