Chapter 980 Kunwu lights the candle
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Zi Ling Feng Xue
He is no longer the passionate and passionate young man he once was.
The years have left traces on his heart, flattening his spirit and reducing his impulse. Everything has become a passing cloud, replaced by profound silence.
It's just that Qianshan is still far away from seeing him through. Chen Xun shook his head helplessly and sighed, looking through the mountains with his deep eyes towards the distant sky.
The scenery there may be more spectacular, but it's also more complex.
But no matter how many calculations we have, the Wuyun Sect will hide for a while. Why does the cultivation of immortality need to be so high...
"Shuiyu, leave this child to me."
Chen Xun lowered his eyes, took a deep look at the baby boy, and gently called his name, "Qian Wuhen, little guy, are you willing to join my Five Yun Sect?"
He smiled gently, with a hint of expectation in his voice.
"Hey...yeah!!" The baby boy laughed, pure and beautiful.
His eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore, as if telling Chen Xun that he was willing to wait for his brother's return in Wuyun Sect.
"Brother Xun, he can understand you." Xiao Chi looked slightly surprised in the back, "In the past few years of running away, he doesn't seem to understand anything we say."
"Yes." Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes glowed with a soft and mysterious light, which reflected on Qian Wuhen's childish face.
Chen Xun chuckled and stroked the porcelain doll-like baby boy's forehead with two fingers: "There are two immortal origins entangled in his body. This is the root cause of Qian Wuhen's slow growth and insanity."
"Factory owner, this medicine actually has two immortal origins?!" Song Heng finally couldn't help but interrupt at this moment, "You won't live long like this..."
"Ho! Fatty, this is Qian Shan's younger brother, not some Taoist medicine!" Xiao Chi's mane swayed in the wind and he looked at Song Heng with unkind eyes.
Song Heng's heart tightened, and Chen Xun's gaze was also cast at him. Although the old man said nothing, his calm eyes seemed to contain a thousand words.
"Brother Song."
"Factory owner, I'm here!" Song Heng said with a smooth smile.
"There is a tomb in the back hill of my house. I think you have a lot of time, so why don't you go and live there." Chen Xunping asked flatly, "What do you think?"
suffered!
Song Heng cursed himself in his heart, why could he always lose control of his mouth? What kind of crap was passed down by his ancestors? !
He was instantly embarrassed and didn't dare to speak again, and Chen Xun didn't hold on to him anymore.
"You don't have to worry."
Chen Xun's voice sounded at this time. His voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake. It was peaceful and quiet. It made people feel indescribably comfortable, but it had irresistible power.
If he said it was okay, then even if the King of Heaven came, he could not let anything happen to the baby boy.
Qionghua Shuiyu looked at Song Heng's unusually embarrassed expression and couldn't help but purse her lips and snicker. I'm afraid only Chen Xun can control this Taoist master.
"Chen Xun, you have to hold me like this."
"I know, my third sister was brought up by me and has experience."
Not long after, Chen Xun hurriedly picked up the baby boy, very carefully, for fear of knocking him, without even using a trace of magic power.
They also headed all the way to the Wuyun Sect and stopped chatting outside the mountain gate.
The ancient ferocious beast gave them a bored look. It seemed that Daozu had decided not to raise it and was going to raise it himself.
……
Three days later, the blue sky was like a wash, and the light shone on the earth, bringing endless vitality to the Yuzhu Mountains.
Chen Xun wrapped a piece of cloth around the baby boy and carried it on his back. He couldn't understand the baby boy anyway, and he couldn't understand Qian Wuhen's words either. He could just raise him casually for now, and then start teaching him after he could speak.
However, he still encountered a lot of troubles. Although the child didn't know whether he would eat milk or not, he was a bit picky about food. He wouldn't take elixirs or meat, so he ate pills to make a paste.
This was what Qionghua Shuiyu told him. Chen Xun sneered. There was no such thing as being picky about food here. He could just eat a few hungry meals if he liked it or not.
This method of raising children made Qionghua Shuiyu deeply suspicious. How on earth did this Taoist raise her third sister... He raised her too roughly.
Today they gathered around the back mountain to appraise treasures.
Several ancient treasures stained with decayed spiritual soil stand quietly. They are not as dazzling as those peerless magical artifacts that the world pursues. Instead, they appear a bit dim, as if they have been forgotten in the corner of time.
However, even though they have no aura or magic power, they still exude an awe-inspiring aura of immortality.
This is a kind of precipitation that has gone through countless years, a kind of power that has witnessed countless vicissitudes of life, this is the incarnation of the breath of time, and it is the eternal destiny!
What Futian cultivates is the way of luck and time, and the two are extremely closely connected and indispensable.
"Good fellow, this workmanship is so exquisite. What kind of fairy material is it made of?"
Chen Xun was amazed. He walked to an ancient treasure and carefully examined its refining techniques. The exquisite carvings and delicate lines all revealed an otherworldliness.
It even made him feel a touch of awe in his heart.
"Factory owner, this is an ancient treasure from the era of massacres of all races." Song Heng narrowed his eyes, "Only by relying on the luck of the tomb in the immortal tomb can it be well preserved and contaminated by the power of luck!"
Xiao Chi also swallowed secretly. This ancient treasure was inlaid with circles of complicated and delicate patterns. The patterns were like the veins of life, flowing with endless vitality.
What’s even more surprising is that the shape of this ancient treasure is not static, but changes with the observer’s perspective and mood!
Chen Xun fell in love with it at first sight, even more than the strange stones in his collection.
He couldn't help but look at Song Heng and asked, "Can't we use the things we just stored?"
"Factory owner, everything will be erased by time, whether it is a storage ring or any stored object, only the fate of the tomb is eternal."
Song Heng's expression was unusually solemn today, "Moreover, the factory owner, when looking at an ancient treasure, you must not only look at its shape, but also feel its veins and understand its meaning. At first glance, this pattern is made of Zi'an's ancient blood."
As he talked, he got out of hand, spitting out the origin of the object, its meaning, its race, how to distinguish fakes, etc... all at once.
Xiaochi and Gu Lisheng were very confused after hearing this, and a look of pain gradually appeared in their eyes. Song Heng, stop reading!
On the contrary, Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes dazzled after hearing this. Master Dao's knowledge of tomb luck was quite vast. She had learned so many useful things over the past few hundred years.
It's just that his words are never as mysterious and ethereal as those in the family. Instead, they have a sense of simplicity.
Chen Xun not only listened with great interest, but also took out a booklet and recorded a lot of important things. He was too idle, and now he finally fell in love with reading, no longer limited to exercise books.
Half an hour later, Song Heng finally stopped, feeling that he still had something to say.
"Hey, you are worthy of being Brother Song. You are really particular about this way. No wonder I am a spiritual stone earner in your line of work."
Chen Xun joked, touching the ancient treasure, a cold feeling went straight into his soul, making him excited, "Brother Song, this thing can be used to control the house!"
"The factory owner has a keen eye. Its real name is 'Kunwu Dian Cangzhan'. It is an absolute lucky thing."
Song Heng said leisurely, with a hint of sigh in his eyes, "That immortal tomb is so huge. One piece of it can feed us for a thousand years. It's just that the things we brought out are too little. It's a pity."
"Little Chi."
"Brother Xun!"
"How about selling this thing directly to me? I will use it for my collection."
"Brother Xun, I came here from the Immortal Tomb for free, what kind of deal do we want to do?!" Xiao Chi frowned, with some unhappiness in his eyes.
"Hahaha! Good brother!"
"No, no, the factory owner..."
Song Heng's eyes widened and he looked at the poodle and the factory owner who were singing in harmony. He was shocked and said, "You haven't asked me yet, I haven't said anything yet!!"
The years have left traces on his heart, flattening his spirit and reducing his impulse. Everything has become a passing cloud, replaced by profound silence.
It's just that Qianshan is still far away from seeing him through. Chen Xun shook his head helplessly and sighed, looking through the mountains with his deep eyes towards the distant sky.
The scenery there may be more spectacular, but it's also more complex.
But no matter how many calculations we have, the Wuyun Sect will hide for a while. Why does the cultivation of immortality need to be so high...
"Shuiyu, leave this child to me."
Chen Xun lowered his eyes, took a deep look at the baby boy, and gently called his name, "Qian Wuhen, little guy, are you willing to join my Five Yun Sect?"
He smiled gently, with a hint of expectation in his voice.
"Hey...yeah!!" The baby boy laughed, pure and beautiful.
His eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore, as if telling Chen Xun that he was willing to wait for his brother's return in Wuyun Sect.
"Brother Xun, he can understand you." Xiao Chi looked slightly surprised in the back, "In the past few years of running away, he doesn't seem to understand anything we say."
"Yes." Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes glowed with a soft and mysterious light, which reflected on Qian Wuhen's childish face.
Chen Xun chuckled and stroked the porcelain doll-like baby boy's forehead with two fingers: "There are two immortal origins entangled in his body. This is the root cause of Qian Wuhen's slow growth and insanity."
"Factory owner, this medicine actually has two immortal origins?!" Song Heng finally couldn't help but interrupt at this moment, "You won't live long like this..."
"Ho! Fatty, this is Qian Shan's younger brother, not some Taoist medicine!" Xiao Chi's mane swayed in the wind and he looked at Song Heng with unkind eyes.
Song Heng's heart tightened, and Chen Xun's gaze was also cast at him. Although the old man said nothing, his calm eyes seemed to contain a thousand words.
"Brother Song."
"Factory owner, I'm here!" Song Heng said with a smooth smile.
"There is a tomb in the back hill of my house. I think you have a lot of time, so why don't you go and live there." Chen Xunping asked flatly, "What do you think?"
suffered!
Song Heng cursed himself in his heart, why could he always lose control of his mouth? What kind of crap was passed down by his ancestors? !
He was instantly embarrassed and didn't dare to speak again, and Chen Xun didn't hold on to him anymore.
"You don't have to worry."
Chen Xun's voice sounded at this time. His voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake. It was peaceful and quiet. It made people feel indescribably comfortable, but it had irresistible power.
If he said it was okay, then even if the King of Heaven came, he could not let anything happen to the baby boy.
Qionghua Shuiyu looked at Song Heng's unusually embarrassed expression and couldn't help but purse her lips and snicker. I'm afraid only Chen Xun can control this Taoist master.
"Chen Xun, you have to hold me like this."
"I know, my third sister was brought up by me and has experience."
Not long after, Chen Xun hurriedly picked up the baby boy, very carefully, for fear of knocking him, without even using a trace of magic power.
They also headed all the way to the Wuyun Sect and stopped chatting outside the mountain gate.
The ancient ferocious beast gave them a bored look. It seemed that Daozu had decided not to raise it and was going to raise it himself.
……
Three days later, the blue sky was like a wash, and the light shone on the earth, bringing endless vitality to the Yuzhu Mountains.
Chen Xun wrapped a piece of cloth around the baby boy and carried it on his back. He couldn't understand the baby boy anyway, and he couldn't understand Qian Wuhen's words either. He could just raise him casually for now, and then start teaching him after he could speak.
However, he still encountered a lot of troubles. Although the child didn't know whether he would eat milk or not, he was a bit picky about food. He wouldn't take elixirs or meat, so he ate pills to make a paste.
This was what Qionghua Shuiyu told him. Chen Xun sneered. There was no such thing as being picky about food here. He could just eat a few hungry meals if he liked it or not.
This method of raising children made Qionghua Shuiyu deeply suspicious. How on earth did this Taoist raise her third sister... He raised her too roughly.
Today they gathered around the back mountain to appraise treasures.
Several ancient treasures stained with decayed spiritual soil stand quietly. They are not as dazzling as those peerless magical artifacts that the world pursues. Instead, they appear a bit dim, as if they have been forgotten in the corner of time.
However, even though they have no aura or magic power, they still exude an awe-inspiring aura of immortality.
This is a kind of precipitation that has gone through countless years, a kind of power that has witnessed countless vicissitudes of life, this is the incarnation of the breath of time, and it is the eternal destiny!
What Futian cultivates is the way of luck and time, and the two are extremely closely connected and indispensable.
"Good fellow, this workmanship is so exquisite. What kind of fairy material is it made of?"
Chen Xun was amazed. He walked to an ancient treasure and carefully examined its refining techniques. The exquisite carvings and delicate lines all revealed an otherworldliness.
It even made him feel a touch of awe in his heart.
"Factory owner, this is an ancient treasure from the era of massacres of all races." Song Heng narrowed his eyes, "Only by relying on the luck of the tomb in the immortal tomb can it be well preserved and contaminated by the power of luck!"
Xiao Chi also swallowed secretly. This ancient treasure was inlaid with circles of complicated and delicate patterns. The patterns were like the veins of life, flowing with endless vitality.
What’s even more surprising is that the shape of this ancient treasure is not static, but changes with the observer’s perspective and mood!
Chen Xun fell in love with it at first sight, even more than the strange stones in his collection.
He couldn't help but look at Song Heng and asked, "Can't we use the things we just stored?"
"Factory owner, everything will be erased by time, whether it is a storage ring or any stored object, only the fate of the tomb is eternal."
Song Heng's expression was unusually solemn today, "Moreover, the factory owner, when looking at an ancient treasure, you must not only look at its shape, but also feel its veins and understand its meaning. At first glance, this pattern is made of Zi'an's ancient blood."
As he talked, he got out of hand, spitting out the origin of the object, its meaning, its race, how to distinguish fakes, etc... all at once.
Xiaochi and Gu Lisheng were very confused after hearing this, and a look of pain gradually appeared in their eyes. Song Heng, stop reading!
On the contrary, Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes dazzled after hearing this. Master Dao's knowledge of tomb luck was quite vast. She had learned so many useful things over the past few hundred years.
It's just that his words are never as mysterious and ethereal as those in the family. Instead, they have a sense of simplicity.
Chen Xun not only listened with great interest, but also took out a booklet and recorded a lot of important things. He was too idle, and now he finally fell in love with reading, no longer limited to exercise books.
Half an hour later, Song Heng finally stopped, feeling that he still had something to say.
"Hey, you are worthy of being Brother Song. You are really particular about this way. No wonder I am a spiritual stone earner in your line of work."
Chen Xun joked, touching the ancient treasure, a cold feeling went straight into his soul, making him excited, "Brother Song, this thing can be used to control the house!"
"The factory owner has a keen eye. Its real name is 'Kunwu Dian Cangzhan'. It is an absolute lucky thing."
Song Heng said leisurely, with a hint of sigh in his eyes, "That immortal tomb is so huge. One piece of it can feed us for a thousand years. It's just that the things we brought out are too little. It's a pity."
"Little Chi."
"Brother Xun!"
"How about selling this thing directly to me? I will use it for my collection."
"Brother Xun, I came here from the Immortal Tomb for free, what kind of deal do we want to do?!" Xiao Chi frowned, with some unhappiness in his eyes.
"Hahaha! Good brother!"
"No, no, the factory owner..."
Song Heng's eyes widened and he looked at the poodle and the factory owner who were singing in harmony. He was shocked and said, "You haven't asked me yet, I haven't said anything yet!!"
