Natural fairy species

"It's Deacon Lang, get up..."

Bai Zichen recognized the person and had met him several times in the market.

As soon as he stopped, another round and silly black and white bear climbed up the cloud steps. It had short and fat limbs. When it stepped over the steps, it tripped on its forelimbs and rolled directly into the moon.

The body lost its balance, its hands and feet were in the air, and it rolled all the way to the owner's heels before stopping.

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

"Meet Elder Bai."

"Elder Bai, we have been separated from Feiyue Lake for many years. You have broken through the realm one after another. I will soon call you a senior..."

"Liu Hui, my brother has a long history with you."

The other 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 had led him on the road and cared for him and grown up, there were obvious wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, you are old..."

Bai Jiu'an's eyes were red, and he took Bai Zichen's arm: "Chen'er, you did a good job... Everyone said that you can become a master of Danjie. My nephew, Bai Jiuan, is a master of Danjie. I am dead. I’m happy too!”

In a daze, I returned to that afternoon with Xiufeng.

The uncle warned him sincerely not to be dazzled by the unexpected gain of killing the Ghost Spirit Sect monk.

If they practice hard and accumulate family contributions in the future, they will be able to exchange for a pure Yang Gangsha for Bai Zichen to attack and build the foundation.

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

Bai Zichen refused Bai Xianzhong's request to sit on the main seat and sat down directly next to Bai Jiuan.

He left the restless Gungun behind, threw two handfuls of spiritual fruits to it, and let it play on its own.

Bai Xianzhong was a little restless when he was sitting at the top. After a while, he simply stood up and went to toast the foundation-building monks who came to congratulate him.

Bai Zichen was amused, how could he mind such trivial matters.

Or wherever he sits, that is the main seat in the field, and everyone must revolve around it.

"Chen'er, you haven't been home for a long time. I'll bring your younger brother and sister to see you later... Two people with spiritual roots don't need to be as outstanding as you. The qualifications of the four spiritual roots only need to be able to grow up safely. .”

Bai Jiu'an was in a good mood when he saw Jiufeng's nephew, with a smile on his face.

"That's great...my brother, Bai Zichen, will definitely be good."

Bai Zichen was also happy for his uncle when he heard that one of his children already had spiritual descendants.

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

"Let me toast Elder Bai."

Bai Ling's figure was slim, holding up the wine bottle and drinking from it.

Thinking about it now, it's a bit funny that she actually had a fight with Bai Zichen to see who was the top genius of the Bai family.

But in just a few years, Bai Zichen quickly revealed his talent far beyond his peers, and his talent skyrocketed even further after joining the Qingfeng Sect.

At first, Bai Ling didn't believe the news about Bai Zichen in his family, wondering if there might be any exaggeration.

Gradually, I became a little numb.

Really realize that the distance between people is so big.

She practiced step by step until she reached the perfection of Qi refining. There was no more suitable person in the clan than her. She almost succeeded in building the foundation after taking the foundation-building pill.

And the other party is already in the late stage of foundation building.

He became a very important figure in the entire Black Mountain County.

"You and I are both members of the Bai clan, so we don't have to be so different... If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can come to Feiyue Lake to find me."

Bai Zichen took a sip in response.

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

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

…

After the foundation-building celebration banquet ended, most of the guests left, but a few monks who were closely related to the Bai family stayed and stayed for a few days for exchanges.

Foundation-building monks would also exchange their possessions and trade spiritual objects that they had no use for.

In the rebuilt family hall, there was a circle of clan members standing, including many young talents from the Bai family who were deliberately selected by Bai Xianzhong, hoping that some of them would be favored by Bai Zichen.

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

They are both six or seven years old. The boy is a tough-looking boy, and the girl is very cute.

"What are their names?"

Bai Zichen was delighted at the sight and pulled the two of them in front of him.

"Cousin, my name is Bai Ziying, and my younger brother's name is Bai Zizhen."

The little girl was bolder and stared at the cousin she saw for the first time with her big dark eyes.

Bai Jiuan already has more than ten children, but these two siblings are the only ones whose spiritual roots have been tested.

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

Bai Zichen reached out and flicked the storage bag, and two peach wood swords were thrust into the hands of the two children.

It was the Demon-Slaying Peach Wood Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Peach Wood Sword that he had used back then. These wooden flying swords had been with him for a long time, and had been left idle in the storage bag since the foundation was established.

"Thank you cousin."

Bai Ziying held the demon-suppressing peach wood sword that was almost as tall as her and said in a sweet voice.

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

Regardless of the poor attributes of these peach wood swords, which are cheaper than the Bai family's black bamboo swords, they are all flying swords and are equivalent to a top-quality magical weapon.

Not to mention the two children, even among the members of the Bai family who were in the late stage of Qi refining, there were many who did not have high-grade magic weapons.

"It's nothing to give to your cousins ​​to play with."

Of course Bai Zichen knew Bai Xianzhong's intention of arranging so many descendants of the clan, but in terms of blood relationship, Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu were blood relatives of him within three servers.

Although the other tribesmen on the field all have the same ancestor, they have actually been on the fifth server for a long time, and their blood relationship is very distant.

In terms of kindness, Bai Jiuan is the one who guided him on his path, and he cannot repay the kindness of being on the path too much.

After thinking for a while, he handed a golden flying sword and a red-covered orb umbrella to Bai Jiuan: "Uncle, this is the first-level golden sparrow sword, and the top-level defensive weapon, the red-covered orb umbrella, which is perfect for both offense and defense... From now on, I will be in seclusion for several years. With this magical weapon, you will have more ability to fight against the enemy."

Bai Jiu'an only has the Qi Refining Dzogchen cultivation level, so he can't use the best treasures.

The Red-covered Orb Umbrella is a fine product among the best magical weapons. 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 is your foundation building celebration. I came here in a hurry. I went to Tianlei Cliff to kill two golden-winged Lei Peng as a gift... It should be enough for you to use as spiritual material to refine a spirit." It’s a weapon.”

Bai Ling took a storage bag in a daze and opened it. Inside were two intact golden-winged Lei Peng corpses. There were no wounds anywhere on the body.

The monks in the temple were horrified to hear Bai Zichen speak in a normal tone, as if he regarded the golden-winged Lei Peng as a lamb to be slaughtered.

This is the second-level monster Golden-winged Lei Peng, and it is also a flying monster that gives even foundation-building monks a headache.

But he soon felt that it was reasonable. Without such strength, how could he kill so many demon cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect in the war between the two sects?

"You can ask all the young people in the clan to come over later, and I will diagnose their cultivation conditions..."

Bai Zichen planned to use the Nine Yang Divine Fire as a mirror to reflect the younger generations of his clan.

"Ziying, Ziyu, and other descendants, no matter how many years older they are, if they want to join the Qingfeng Sect, they can send a letter to Feiyue Lake."

"I'll make arrangements right away."

Bai Xianzhong nodded excitedly. He didn't care what he could leave behind, as long as Bai Zichen cared about his family.

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

"Back to Elder Bai, it's Chongwu..."

Back then, Bai Chongwu, who was tall and handsome, had a weathered face and a stooped body, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

"Are you injured? Where's Bai Ying? Why don't you see others?"

Bai Zichen was a little surprised. The clan leader called Bai Chongwu over. It made no sense that he didn't know that Bai Ying had the closest relationship with him back then, so he was left out.

"I was beaten by the demon bastard from the Ghost Spirit Sect. I'm much better now...Brother Ying, Brother Ying is dead."

Bai Chongwu made an expression that looked like crying and laughing, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"When we were evacuating Hanxiu Peak that day, Bai Ying and I happened to bump into a group of ghost spirit sect monks... He actually had a thunder bomb hidden in his body. He asked us to go first and detonate it after the demon cultivators were lured away by our own sound. Blast yourself and the demon cultivator into powder."

"I should have thought a long time ago that Brother Ying has not been happy at all these years. He woke up from his dreams several times and said he wanted to find his mother."

Bai Zichen was slightly stunned. That fat, lazy guy, who always said that he had no talent for spiritual cultivation, was nothing. His biggest dream was to be an outstanding businessman and earn enough spiritual stones to open a shop. Bai Ying actually died. .

Or he died together with the Ghost Spirit Sect monks. Judging from his behavior with Lei Zhenzi hiding in his body, he had already made a plan.

The Ghost Spirit Sect monk who was killed in Qingfeng Cliff and his mother who died in front of him left a deep shadow on Bai Ying.

Perhaps from that day on, the thought of revenge was buried in his heart.

"Fat Bai, if you wait a few more years, you can see me avenge Aunt Song... But don't worry, no one from the Ghost Spirit Sect can escape."

Bai Zichen breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Clan leader, does Bai Ying have any descendants?"

"I only have one son. Unfortunately, he has no spiritual roots and is just an ordinary person."

Bai Xianzhong shook his head. If he had spiritual roots, how could he not call Bai Ying's only son?

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

"Go and call Lang Zhongping. He should be waiting and hasn't left yet."

Bai Zichen gave instructions to Bai Chongwu and sat there with his eyes closed, saying nothing.

A quarter of an hour later, the anxious Lang Zhongping followed him into the hall, bowed respectfully and waited for instructions.

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

"Back to Elder Bai, as long as the shops on these streets are acquired, no one will return them. The sect spent many years to exchange the free property rights of most shops into century-old leases. Even if the shops encounter turnover problems, they are willing to It is impossible to sell the shop even if you borrow spiritual stones from others."

Lang Zhongping's voice became lower and lower, and under Bai Zichen's cold gaze, his heart trembled.

"But I remember that there is a shop in the core area that operates irregularly and will be expelled from the city at the end of the year. However, it is small in size, only half a bay..."

At present, Elder Bai can only feel sorry for the Xu family, although the new girl sent by the Xu family is indeed fresh and tender.

Lang Zhongping tried every means to free up a store that was originally planned to be reserved for the Xu family.

On one side is the sect's future Master Jiedan, and on the other side are the natal families of several of his concubines.

How to choose is not difficult.

First of all, I would like to apologize to all my fellow Taoists. I am ashamed of myself for not being able to add another chapter in June.

Let’s do some calculations first. There are seven chapters owed in May. Although there is no mention of an extra chapter with a monthly ticket in June, as usual, one chapter should be added with a monthly ticket of 500, which is eight chapters.

Considering that my wife is due to give birth next week, I have to save up my manuscripts in the past few days to avoid interruption.

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

Kowtow and resign.