Evergreen

Chapter 218
Hearing what he said, the old patriarch nodded, as acquiescing to this method.

After all, if his strength can be enhanced, his role in attacking Qingyangzong will also increase a lot in the future.

But the old patriarch thought for a while, and said: "If you can buy it, you can buy it. This trip is going to the barter conference. If you have spare money, you can buy the cloud-pattern fortune pill and the crystal of the five elements first."

"I saved it."

Chen Nianzhi picked up the teacup, pondered for a while, and said: "After I left the customs, Xianyan told me that Uncle Chang Lu passed away not long ago."

"Um"

Chen Changxuan's fingers trembled slightly, and there was a bit of melancholy in his brows.

Chen Changlu was the youngest clan elder among the elders. When Chen Nianzhi first came down to Qingyuan Mountain, Chen Changlu was already in his 70s.

If nearly 70 years passed, even if Chen Changlu took three second-order spirit apricots, it would be a pity that his lifespan would still be exhausted after all.

After his death, among the elder monks in the family, only the old patriarch remained.

The old patriarch lived for more than 180 years, watching his peers and even the younger generation around him die step by step, until he was left alone in the end. This is an indescribable helplessness and desolation.

"Ugh--"

Chen Changxuan sighed, and said with some regret: "If he lasts for a few more years, when the spirit apricot tree is promoted to the third-rank low-grade, then a spirit apricot will increase the lifespan of thirty years, and maybe he can accompany me for another twenty years .”

The old patriarch wholeheartedly seeks the truth. He has never married a wife or took concubines in this life, let alone has no blood relatives. His parents have died a hundred years ago. He has always treated Chen Nianzhi as his own son, and Chen Changlu, a young brother of the clan, is also like his own brother in his eyes.

Now that Chen Changlu is dead, the old patriarch can only sigh helplessly, thousands of words are still speechless after all.

He looked at Chen Nianzhi, and said with some regret: "I heard that your Uncle Qingyuan was bedridden a few days ago, and I'm afraid he won't last long."

"Before you go to the Barter Conference, let's see him for the last time."

"..."

After leaving Pingyang City, Chen Nianzhi went to Qingyuan Mountain with his sword.

On the edge of the cliff behind Qingyuan Mountain, a lonely courtyard is quietly located here.

There is a vigorous old tree growing in front of the cliff, a deck chair is lying under the tree, and a figure with white beard and hair is lying on it.

Chen Nianzhi landed not far away, looking at that figure, his face was as calm as water.

"You came."

Chen Qingyuan said weakly, his old face was covered with wrinkles, and he no longer saw the elegant demeanor of the past.

He looked at Yunjuan Yunshu in front of the cliff, with a bit of peace and relief in his brows.

"I knew it was time for you to come see me off for the last time."

Chen Nianzhi didn't answer, stepped forward to touch his veins, and shook his head helplessly.

The essence and blood in this uncle's body has been completely and completely exhausted, and now he is hanging on a breath of true energy. After this breath of true energy is exhausted, he will surely usher in the end of his life.

He frowned, and couldn't help asking: "I remember I gave you a few spirit apricots. If you take them all, you should have more than ten years of lifespan."

"It's not necessary."

Chen Qingyuan shook her head, and looked up at the sea of ​​clouds in front of the cliff.

Then he took another look at Chen Nianzhi, and felt that the person in front of him was tall and slender, with three thousand black hairs like ink, and a face like jade, more like an 18-year-old boy.

Just standing there quietly, but not like a man in the world of mortals, more like a fairy who has been relegated to the world of mortals.

"Let the world go through the vicissitudes of life, and watch the world of mortals go by."

"Since I was young in white clothes like Xue Jun, I have not touched my clothes through the ages."

Chen Qingyuan muttered to herself, with a bit of regret in her voice, but also a bit of helpless relief.

Chen Nianzhi was a little gloomy, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and said calmly.

"Do you have any last words, do you want me to do it?"

"The last words..."

Uncle Clan smiled, raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, only felt a little old-eyed and dizzy, and looked at the clouds in the sky and felt a bit like himself when he was young.

He waved his hand, very much like what Chen Qingmeng looked like before he attacked Foundation Establishment.

"Qingmeng dares to fight to the death, Qingxu is willing to give Lingxing to Nianzhen, Qinghe would rather die than build foundation pill."

"I have gradually understood over the years that although I live decades longer than Qingmeng, Qingxu and Qinghe, my life is far less exciting than theirs."

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely go forward bravely. Even if I die in the process of attacking the foundation, it is better than waiting for decades..."

Chen Qingyuan left after all, unwilling to take Lingxing, and dissipated the last of her true energy by herself.

After his death, there were only a handful of young monks left, and there were only two or three people in the family who deserved Chen Nianzhi's courtesy.

The funeral was organized by Chen Qinghao himself, and most of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the clan took time to come back.

It was rare for Chen Nianzhi to stay in Qingyuan Mountain for three days, and only after Chen Qingyuan was buried in the back mountain did he leave Qingyuan Mountain.

Except for Qingyuan Mountain, he did not return to Lingzhou Lake, and flew directly to Cangzhou with his sword.

This time, the Purple Mansion Barter Conference of Chu State was held in Cangzhou, and Cangzhou was the head of Chu State's nine states, and it was also the territory of the Cang Qiong Sword Sect.

Chen Nianzhi drove the purple blood boat forward, flew more than 40 miles all the way, and finally arrived at Cangqiongfang, the largest square city in Chu State.

As soon as he landed outside Cangqiongfang, he heard a familiar voice: "Brother Nianzhi, I guessed that you were coming here."

The person who spoke was Wei Xuyuan, the patriarch of the Wei family looked at Chen Nianzhi and walked up with joy.

Chen Nianzhi smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "Brother Wei, what are you here to buy?"

"Sigh." Wei Xuyuan shook his head, and said helplessly: "A few years ago, in order to break through the Purple Mansion, the family owed a lot of foreign debts."

"This time I'm going to sell two treasures, to see if I can exchange some spirit stones, so that the foreign debt can be settled first."

Chen Nianzhi nodded when he heard the words. After Webster was promoted to the Zifu Immortal Clan, he was able to get some resources from Yangzhou.

But now the Wei family still owes a lot of debts, and now the Wei family is only a second-rank top-rank spiritual vein. If you want to promote it to the third-rank, I'm afraid it will take decades or hundreds of years to live frugally.

In fact, this is the normal state of most of the new Zifu fairy clan, and the Chen family's phenomenon is extremely difficult to replicate.

After all, the two Zifu patriarchs of the Chen clan were promoted to the Zifu without using family resources, and only Xuantieshan among the four third-order spiritual veins was promoted at the cost of spiritual stones.

Just thinking about this, Chen Nianzhi's thought flashed slightly, and he suddenly remembered that there was a third-order underground fire vein in Yangzhou.

Thinking of this, he smiled and asked, "What treasure are you here to sell?"

"What kind of treasure can it be, two copies of Lihuo Spiritual Liquid."

Wei Xuyuan shook his head. The Wei family's immortal clan is relatively weak, and they received relatively little resources from Yangzhou.

(End of this chapter)