My disciples have hidden identities

This formation was specially engraved by the old suzerain master who invited the master of the Shangyin sect's formation. These few talismans alone are worth 20 spirit stones.

It's not for the sake of looking good, this formation is also the guardian formation of Shang Qingzong.

There's no other way, it's too expensive to refine the entire sect's guardian array, so we can only get a smaller one first.

In case the Shang Qingzong encountered a catastrophe, the disciples might be able to escape by fleeing to the ancient bronze palace.

The top of the main hall is engraved with infinite Taoism, the bottom of the hall is printed with Jiuyou Huangquan, and the body of the hall is dotted with life, mountains, rivers and years, painted.

On the wall of the main hall, there is a faint shadow of the Holy Spirit appearing, exuding endless power, painted.

On the high hall, there is a huge purple-gold holy seat, fake.

The peak of the purple-gold holy seat is inlaid with a gemstone that exudes emerald green light, really.

The Wizard of Oz Jade, which contains the original woody essence, is the only original treasure of the Shangqing Sect.

Ji Pingsheng had been coveting this piece of The Wizard of Oz jade for a long time, and he was waiting for when he broke through to the Five Elements Realm, he would take this piece of jade as a sacrifice to refine the Five Elements.

He let go of his eyes and kept looking around the ancient temple, his eyes full of greed.

This real estate full of money belongs to him!

Ji Pingsheng slowed down, walked up the long ladder, walked to the Purple Gold Holy Throne, and slowly turned around and sat down.

When the ass was printed on the cold holy seat, his face showed the color of ecstasy.

"Ah, this is what power feels like!"

After enjoying it for a while, he suddenly got up.

Almost forgot about it.

Ji Pingsheng bypassed the Purple Gold Holy Throne and came to the back of the ancient hall.

In the back, there is a big bronze bell quietly placed, and the loudspeaker formation is engraved on the inside of the big bell, and once it rings, everyone in the sect can hear it.

It is written in the handbook of the Shang Qingzong that the bell will be rung only when there are major events.

Obviously, in Ji Pingsheng's eyes, his majesty is a big deal.

He took a deep breath, held the big hammer next to him, mustered up all his strength, and swung it up suddenly.

Boom!

Deafening!

This sound made his eardrums tremble, and his Qi and blood flowed backwards.

The loud noise from the bronze bell ravaged the entire ancient temple in an instant, and then spread out.

From the disciple's dormitory to Qiluo courtyard, from the back mountain to Lingtian, from the lake to the dry forest.

In the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the entire Shang Qing sect.

at the same time.

Jing Muxi, who was swaying his sword silently in the back mountain, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, with a strong murderous look in his eyes unconsciously.

Is someone making trouble again?

In the small courtyard, Qi Luo, who was sitting on a soft bed, her delicate body surrounded by the endless sun and purple air, suddenly opened her eyes and frowned slightly.

Could it be that my identity was exposed, and people from the Great Yan Dynasty came to Shang Qingzong to arrest me?

In the spiritual field, Chi Zhengyang put down the hoe in his hand with a blank expression, and panicked inexplicably.

Could it be that my identity was exposed, and my father sent someone to Shang Qingzong to arrest me?

In the clear lake, Ji Youkun, who was sleeping at the bottom of the lake floated out of the water, his spiritual pupils covered with crystal water droplets flickered.

dinner's ready?

The four of them walked towards the ancient bronze temple together.

Not long after, the four disciples gathered at the gate of the ancient hall and looked at each other, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Qi Luo walked up to Ji Youkun, hugged her petite body in her arms, squinted at Chi Zhengyang with a pair of enchanting purple pupils, and asked: "Xiaosi, you are the chief internal officer of the Shangqing Sect, do you know What happened?"

Chi Zhengyang shook his head: "I don't know."

"Senior Sister! Senior Sister! I can't breathe!"

Little Youkun made a painful whining sound, and pulled his little head out of Qiluo's embrace with all his strength.

Qi Luo tugged at Ji Youkun's shawl and short hair, and said with some dissatisfaction: "How many times have I told you that a girl must have long hair to be beautiful."

Ji Youkun retorted: "The suzerain said, only with short hair can you have vitality!"

"He knows what a woman!"

During the noise, Jing Muxi also came over, and said in a flat tone: "Don't be at the door, let's all go in."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the gate of the Ancient Bronze Palace first.

Qi Luo looked at Jing Muxi who was posing, and couldn't help curling her lips. If she hadn't come a few months late, Shang Qingzong would not have a senior brother, only a senior sister, and it would be his turn to show off.

The relationship between the two is not bad, but not too good.

Who made Qi Luo always talk about overthrowing the elder brother and turning herself into a senior sister.

The first time they entered the ancient bronze hall, they saw Ji Pingsheng sitting on the purple and gold holy throne, standing aloft.

With a sullen face and calm eyes, Ji Pingsheng looked at them expressionlessly, and said lightly, "Everyone is here, take your seat."

This expression, this look, and this tone of voice created a dignified atmosphere in an instant, so that everyone dared not make mistakes and sat down honestly.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

Suddenly, a bell rang in the silent and dull ancient temple, which directly attracted everyone's attention.

Ji Youkun subconsciously held the silver bell on her delicate wrist, and smiled mischievously.

The ancient obsidian table was originally for the elders to sit on, and the disciples were only qualified to stand.

But now the Shang Qingzong has no elders, so there are not so many rules.

Jing Muxi and Chi Zhengyang sat on one side, Qi Luo and Ji Youkun sat on the other.

After everyone took their seats, Ji Pingsheng coughed twice, without talking nonsense, and went straight to the topic.

"The first Shangqing Zongmen Conference, start!"

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

Qi Luo: "..."

Ji Youkun: "..."

Chi Zhengyang: "..."

There was silence and no one answered.

An awkward atmosphere enveloped the entire bronze hall.

After a few seconds of silence, Qi Luo suddenly burst out laughing.

With a swish, Ji Pingsheng's face darkened, and he glared at Qi Luo with a gloomy expression.

Fairy, there is no shape!

"Sorry sorry."

Qi Luo waved her hand, and blinked at Ji Pingsheng apologetically.

"Humph."

Ji Pingsheng snorted coldly, moved his eyes away from Qi Luo's body with difficulty, and looked at Chi Zhengyang.

"Chi Zhengyang!"

Chi Zhengyang stood up: "The disciple is here."

"Report the income and expenditure of the sect last month, as well as the balance of Lingshi, and let all the disciples listen to it."

Ji Pingsheng ordered.

He didn't bother to take care of these things, and usually reported to him at the end of the month after Chi Zhengyang dealt with them.

It is also taking this opportunity to let other disciples hear how poor the sect is.

Chapter 18 The sword art of breaking thousands of weapons!

Chi Zhengyang didn't even have to think about reporting the financial income of the sect, just opened his mouth.

"Last month, the sect's total income was [-] spirit stones, and the total expenditure was [-] spirit stones."

"The sect still has [-] spirit stones left."

Simple and clear, one sentence sums up that there is no money.

however.

Jing Muxi wiped the wooden sword in his hand.

Qi Luo took out a bronze mirror out of nowhere, and was dabbing and painting on her beautiful face.

Damn, do you still want to draw when you are so beautiful?

Ji Youkun looked at the sky.

Ji Pingsheng became angry when he saw the three disciples below who looked like they had nothing to do with him, and said angrily: "Chi Zhengyang, tell them what you paid for the Lingshi, let them listen. !"

"This……"

Chi Zhengyang said: "The Yunling Pill costs five hundred spirit stones, and Senior Sister Young Kun's ingredients cost eight hundred spirit stones."

After saying this, he paused slightly, glanced at Qi Luo subconsciously, and said after hesitation: "Senior Sister Qi Luo paid [-] spirit stones."

"what?"

Ji Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, turned his head to look at Qi Luo, and asked, "Why did you spend so many spirit stones?"

Qi Luo blinked, and replied honestly: "Buy clothes and cosmetics."

"You buy clothes and cosmetics with Zongmen's money???"

Ji Pingsheng showed an expression of disbelief.

God, what kind of disciples are these!

Qi Luo said with an innocent face: "Of course, I am dressed up and walking around the sect. Doesn't the little sect master think it is eye-catching?"

amount.

Ji Ping was at a loss for words, seductive is seductive, but raising them is too expensive.

He couldn't say no to Qi Luo, so he could only stare at Chi Zhengyang: "You can give her what she wants, don't you know how to stop her!"

Chi Zhengyang laughed dryly, you can't stop it, can I stop it?

Except for Qiluo's expenses, everything else is normal.

Ji Pingsheng and Jing Muxi only took Yunling Pill, and no one else needed it.

There is no way to reduce Ji Youkun's ingredients, after all, the child is still growing.

Therefore, it is still caused by poverty.

Ji Pingsheng slammed the armrest a few times, looked at the disciples below and said in a deep voice: "The theme of this sect conference is to get rich!"

"Chi Zhengyang told me once that the event of 'Emperor's Submission of Taoist Soldiers' will start in one month. I have decided that all disciples of the Shang Qing Sect will participate!"

"I don't ask you to get the Dao artifact, the origin artifact, the spirit artifact, at least bring back some spirit stones."

After he finished speaking, he just quietly watched the reactions of the disciples.

"What are the emperor's descendants?"

"Give the Dao artifact? The Yan Dynasty is still so generous."

"Are we eligible to participate?"

Discussions rang out below, doubts outweighed opposition, and Qi Luo even showed an expression of interest.

"Quiet!"