Everlasting

After hearing what he said, the old patriarch nodded, acquiescing to this method.

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

However, the old patriarch thought for a while and said: "If you can buy it, buy it. We are going to the Barter Conference this time. If you have more money, buy the Cloud Pattern Fortune Pill and the Five Elements Crystal first."

"I saved it."

Chen Nianzhi picked up the teacup, pondered again, and then said: "After I came out of seclusion, 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 is the youngest clan elder in the eldest generation. When Chen Nianzhi first came down from Qingyuan Mountain, Chen Changlu was already over 70 years old.

If nearly seventy years had passed, even if Chen Changlu had taken three second-level spiritual apricots, his lifespan would eventually be exhausted.

After his death, only the old patriarch was the only one left among the eldest monks in the family.

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

"well--"

Chen Changxuan sighed and said with some regret: "If he can hold on for a few more years and wait until the spiritual apricot tree is promoted to the third level of the lower level, then one spiritual apricot will increase his lifespan by thirty years, and he may be able to stay with me for another twenty years." .”

The old clan leader is devoted to seeking the truth. He has never taken a wife or concubine in his life, and he has no blood relatives and his parents have been dead for hundreds of years. He has always regarded Chen Nianzhi as his own son, and Chen Changlu, a young clan brother, is also like a biological brother in his eyes.

Now that Chen Changxuan is dead, the old patriarch can only sigh helplessly, saying a thousand words is still speechless.

He looked at Chen Nianzhi and said with some regret: "I heard that your Uncle Qingyuan was bedridden some time ago, and I'm afraid he won't be able to support it for much longer."

"Before you go to the Barter Conference, go see him one last time."

"..."

After coming out of Pingyang City, Chen Nianzhi went to Qingyuan Mountain with his sword.

On the edge of the cliff at the back of Qingyuan Mountain, a lonely courtyard is ideally located here.

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

Chen Nianzhi landed not far away, looking at the figure with a face as calm as water.

"You came."

Chen Qingyuan said a little weakly that his old face was full of wrinkles and he no longer looked like he had before.

He looked at the clouds and clouds in front of the cliff, with a sense of peace and relief in his eyes.

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

Chen Nianzhi didn't reply. He stepped forward and touched his veins, then shook his head helplessly.

The blood essence and blood in this clan uncle's body have been completely exhausted, and now he relies entirely on a breath of true energy. When this breath of true energy is exhausted, he will surely reach the end of his life.

He frowned and couldn't help but ask: "I remember giving you a few spiritual apricots. If you take them all, you should have more than ten years of life."

"That's not necessary."

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

Then he glanced at Chen Nianzhi again, and felt that the man in front of him was tall and slender, with three thousand black hair like ink, and a jade-like face. He looked more like an eighteen-year-old boy.

He just stood there quietly, not like a human being in the mortal world, but more like an immortal who had been banished to the mortal world.

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

"I sincerely believe that my clothes are as white as snow when you are young, and that the eternity of time will not stain your clothes."

Chen Qingyuan murmured to herself, with a bit of regret and a bit of helpless relief in her voice.

Chen Nianzhi felt a little gloomy in his heart. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and said calmly.

"Do you have any last words that you want me to fulfill?"

"Last words..."

The uncle smiled and raised his eyes to look at the sky in the distance. He felt a little dim with his old eyes. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he felt a bit like himself when he was young.

He waved his hand, much like Chen Qingmeng did before he attacked the foundation.

"Qingmeng dares to fight to the death, Qingxu is willing to give up Lingxing to Nianzhen, Qinghe would rather die without using the Foundation Establishment Pill."

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

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

Chen Qingyuan left after all, unwilling to take Lingxing and dissipated the last of his energy on his own.

After his death, there were only a few monks of the Qing generation left, and there were only two or three people in the family who deserved to be treated politely by Chen Nianzhi.

Chen Qinghao personally organized the funeral, and most of the foundation-building monks in the clan also took the time to come back.

Chen Nianzhi rarely stayed in Qingyuan Mountain for three days. He waited until Chen Qingyuan was buried in the back mountain before leaving 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 the Chu State was held in Cangzhou, which was the head of the nine states of the Chu State and the territory of the Cangqiong Sword Sect.

Chen Nianzhi rode the purple blood boat forward, flying more than 400,000 miles, and finally arrived at Cangqiongfang, the largest city in Chu State.

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

The person who spoke was none other than Wei Xuyuan. The Wei clan leader looked at Chen Nianzhi and walked up with a face full of joy.

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

"Alas." Wei Xuyuan shook his head and said helplessly: "In order to break through the Zi Mansion in the past few years, the family owed a lot of foreign debts."

"This time I plan to sell two treasures to see if I can exchange them for some spiritual stones to pay off the foreign debt first."

Chen Nianzhi nodded when he heard this. After Wei 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 that have not been repaid, and the Wei family is only a second-level high-grade spiritual vein. If they want to be promoted to a third-grade, I am afraid it will take decades or hundreds of years of frugality.

In fact, this is the norm for most of the new Zifu Immortal Clan, and the Chen family's phenomenon is an extremely difficult case to replicate.

After all, the two Zifu ancestors of the Chen Clan's Immortal Clan did not use family resources to advance to the Zifu. Of the four third-level spiritual veins, only Xuantieshan was promoted at the expense of spiritual stones.

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

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

"What kind of treasure could it be? It's just two portions of Lihuo Spiritual Liquid."

Wei Xuyuan shook his head. The Wei Immortal Clan was relatively weak, and they received relatively few resources from Yangzhou.