The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Further up from Shenjing is Yuan. Although Yuan's output is scarce, the Big Dipper Star Territory is vast and boundless, and there will always be undiscovered raw ore.

Even better than Yuan is the fairy crystal. There are different opinions about the formation of the fairy crystal. Some say it is a fallen thing from the fairy world, and some say it is formed by the condensation of fairy energy, but no one can make a conclusion.

It wasn't until a certain ancient family's great power found a fairy source that everyone reached a consensus.All formed crystals are the result of the fusion of immortal energy.

The Big Dipper Starfield seems to have not changed, but in fact it is changing subtly, and the root of everything that changes is the massive immortal energy infused from the fairy world.

Immortal Qi is the root of entering the Immortal World, and Immortal Source is the essence of Immortal Qi, and it is also the capital to quickly enter the Immortal World.

Because of Xianyuan, because of Emperor Cheng, it has been tens of thousands of years, and the Big Dipper Starfield has been in turmoil year after year, but it has also resulted in more abundant cultivation methods.

The rise of alchemy, weapon refining, and formations showed the vigor of a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending.

Of course, Murong Chuan was not aware of the above.He only knows about Lingshi, which is the currency for buying things. Whether it is the current him or the previous him, he is not qualified to know more.

"Treasurer, I am a disciple of Moshuangguan, and I am here to collect the items of the new disciples."

After looking around for a week, Murong Chuan walked up to the old man, bowed and saluted.

The old man didn't move his head, didn't raise his eyes, he just pointed to the small door behind the counter, and then he didn't move again.

Murong Chuan stood there stunned, first looked at the old man, then at the small door with a curtain.He shook his head and smiled bitterly, bowed again and walked towards the small door.

"Damn it, is this a floor sweeping monk? With his appearance and style, he is definitely a master of concealment."

Murong Chuan was thinking in his heart, and then he twisted his hand again, grinning his teeth in pain and said, "What is it with me, why do I always salute people disobediently?"

Murong Chuan complained in a low voice, but no one gave him an accurate explanation.

Before his death, Murong Chuan was a standard good boy, humble and unaffected.Whether it is to fellow students or elders of the teacher's school, they are extremely respectful and considerate.

But his thoughtful etiquette has become a pretentious kimono in the eyes of others.

Whether it's pretentious or not, Murong Chuan's etiquette has become his instinct.Even though he was dead and all his memories were absorbed, some instincts still remained.

Although the hidden benefits of good education and etiquette are difficult to discover, the benefits are real.

"Boy, on the left hand side of the door, there is the worst storage bag."

The old man was still leaning on the grand teacher's chair, closing his eyes comfortably and resting his mind. He didn't open his eyes and didn't speak, but Murong Chuan really heard the voice.

"What? What do you mean the most broken?"

Murong Chuan nodded to the old man with a ghostly expression, lifted the curtain and walked into the small door.

The small door is not very big, but the space behind the door is not small.There are many containers placed against the wall in the room. The containers are divided into upper and lower layers.

Each container is labeled, like a note on the container, or the number of the inner disciple.

On the left hand side of the door, there is also a container like this, with a few storage bags scattered on it, and there is thicker dust in addition.

There are not many new disciples, and the place is not taken care of frequently, and as a result, a thick layer of dust has accumulated.

Among the scattered storage bags, one was almost covered with dust. If you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a rag.This kind of garbage that was thrown on the ground and no one looked at it was the storage bag that the old man reminded.

"What's the situation, this is the so-called, secret room accidental treasure?"

Murong Chuan's excited eyes lit up, and he reached out to take off the storage bag, frowning and coughing while shaking the soil.

"What's in it? It can't be a peerless skill, or a certain powerful legacy."

Murong Chuan was thinking about it, and he was about to infuse spiritual power to get things.But at the moment when the spiritual energy was mobilized, Murong Chuan immediately woke up, and let the Dead Sea slowly wither away.

The white-bearded old man is full of style. If he is an elder-level figure, if he takes things now, he might be discovered.

Murong Chuan took a deep breath, stepped out of the small door, walked up to the old man, and said respectfully, "Master, can you please help me?"

"What's the matter?"

The old man opened his eyes and asked casually.

"The disciple has no magic power, and no master to teach, please help me take out the items inside."

Murong Chuan was neither humble nor overbearing, and his voice was neither loud nor low. In the originally relatively quiet hall, a needle could be heard suddenly.All the disciples who chose the pill turned their heads to look at Murong Chuan.

There is no mana, no master, but you can enter Cuiyunfang, and you can also receive new disciples' items.How much ability or talent is required to enjoy this kind of treatment.

The old man opened his eyes halfway, looked Murong Chuan up and down, and then slowly closed his eyes again.I didn't see any movement from him, the storage bag fell down, and a few items were brought out.

A bamboo-green robe, worn by the inner sect disciple of Moshuang Temple; a brass-colored, delicate medicinal cauldron about a foot wide; three bottles of elixir for nourishing qi, nourishing blood, and strengthening the foundation; and a book of spiritual herbs.

The bamboo-blue robes are well cut, the medicine cauldron is even more exquisite, and the Lingcao Record records many fairy herbs, almost every disciple has a copy.

Practice pays attention to fate, but when fate arrives and you don't know it, it will be embarrassing.

Therefore, no matter it is Moshuang Temple or the other three sects, they all attach great importance to the teaching of basic spiritual herbs, spiritual beasts, and various materials.

Murong Chuan looked left and right excitedly, but he noticed a string of zeros after the decimal point in his mind, and his excited expression immediately turned into doubt.

"Damn it, I was played by the old stick again. These are all commonplace, how can there be any legacy of the ancient treasure emperor! Is it just for fun that he lied to me?"

Murong Chuan was terrified, when encountering something he couldn't confirm, the first thing he thought of was conspiracy.However, being cautious is cautious, but Murong Chuan did not show any flaws.

He frowned slightly, as if he was worried about how to get it back, and he seemed to be suspicious of the old man's intentions, and he was not careful alone.

"Boy, you have a good heart, but it's a pity that the sea of ​​suffering is dead. It's a pity. There are no treasures in the storage bag. Even if you want to hit the fairy fate, you have to go out of the sect."

Murong Chuan blushed, the old man's words were indeed true.The bricks and tiles here are all built by the seniors, even if there are good things, those people will take the lead.

Zongmen disciples' item handling is even more important, from summarization to classification, which link is not assigned by hand.If there are good things and they press them down, it will be their turn to be put into the storage bag.

"The reason why I let you choose is because this storage bag has a spiritual stone embedded inside, which can be opened without spiritual power."

The old man took a sip of his tea and smiled kindly.

"Thank you senior for your support, Murong Chuan will keep his reputation in his heart."

Murong Chuan bowed deeply, put the items into the storage bags one by one, and then bowed away again.