The heavens start from Maoshan

The place to live is actually average.

It's just that the spirit-gathering arrays and sound-proof arrays have been set up in each room, which makes them appear taller.

But it is the Pavilion of Immortal Artifacts and the Pavilion of Talismans.

Zhang Heng was very interested. There are many low-level magic tools for sale here, and they are products of the assembly line in terms of appearance. This kind of assembly line for making magic tools and talismans is not as good as the alchemy room and magic tool room in Maoshan.

You know, Maoshan moved from the plane of the Republic of China to the Yellow Tu Realm.

In the plane of the Republic of China, however, the era of steam and electricity has been developed, and the assembly line operation has been perfected.

Affected by this, Uncle Zhaoxing, the inventor, personally participated in the construction of the Maoshan alchemy room and magic weapon room.

Today's Maoshan Danfang has a series of refining equipment, taking the route of combining science and practice.

And here in the true delimitation.

The science skill tree doesn't even point out gunpowder, let alone steam engines and electricity.

Obviously, there are only continuously updated refining products here. As far as refining is concerned, I don't know if it is ahead of Maoshan.

"Guest officer, you really know the goods. This is an autonomous guardian array, called the Guardian Array Flag. It can be effective by absorbing the aura between heaven and earth. The guard area is 300 meters. Once the magic circle is displayed, it can form a circle of light, which is enough to The entire house is protected within it, and it cannot be destroyed below the foundation establishment level."

Inside the Immortal Artifact Pavilion.

The disciples of the Yellowstone Sect who sold magic tools strongly recommended the Guardian Formation to Zhang Heng.

It's a pity that Zhang Heng just asked, and didn't intend to buy it.

He is not a rich man in the country, it is useless to buy this thing back, maybe there are monks in Qi training and foundation building who come to trouble him.

"granduncle."

"The things here are so expensive. You can buy hundreds of taels of gold for anything, and you can buy hundreds of acres of fertile land in the countryside."

If you don't go out, you don't know the vastness of the world.

Huarou felt like a bumpkin. Taking Liujiabao as an example, even if he sold the whole Liujiabao, he would not be able to afford the guardian flag.

"The things here are for casual cultivators, gentry, and wealthy families. Ordinary people don't need them."

Take Liujiabao as an example.

At most, they need to guard against bandits, horse thieves, or robbers.

There is no need to guard against practitioners at all. Instead of spending thousands of taels of gold to buy a guardian array, it is better for each family to have a spear, which is affordable and durable, and can scratch the back if the back is itchy.

"Don't look at it, there's nothing good about it."

"Go back and memorize the Qingjing Sutra that I handed over to you first, and then recite the Tao Te Ching."

"When it's almost time, I will lead you into practice, and then I will prepare these magic weapons for protecting you and killing enemies."

It is different from the cultivation sect under the True Determination Realm.

After the Maoshan disciples are apprenticed to their masters, they will be equipped with magic weapons by the master.

Such as Zhang Heng.

Back then, he got three magic swords from his master, namely peach wood sword, copper money sword, and iron demon-slaying sword.

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You don't have to worry about the corpse control bell, the yin and yang mirror, and the Leihuo flag.

Unlike the real delimitation side.

Zongmen is more like a school, the master leads the door in, and nothing else is left except for the practice.

If you want magic tools and talismans, you need to buy them yourself and get them.

There are only very few who will pass on two unused instruments from the master.

Of course, this is also related to the environment of the true delimitation.

The disciples are recruited by the sect and then distributed.

There is no such thing as a disciple, and teaching disciples is more like a mission of the sect, unlike Zhang Heng and Qiusheng, who say they are disciples, but they are actually no different from sons.

"Still watching?"

Looking at Hua Rou reluctantly looking at the magic weapon on the shelf.

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Okay, don't look at it, this is a storage bag, take it and play with it, there are hundreds of spirit stones and some miscellaneous magic weapons in it, and I'll give you all of them."

Seeing that Huarou really likes her, she can't walk anymore.

Zhang Heng didn't think too much about it, so he casually gave Hua Rou the storage bag of the beheaded monk he beheaded, and all the magic tools inside.

No matter how you say it, the mustache monk is also a foundation establishment monk.

Moreover, he came out of Qingyunmen, so he was worth a lot. Although Zhang Heng didn't like the things inside, but they were placed in Huangshi Mansion, ordinary foundation-building monks might not have such a worth.

After all, Qingyunmen is a county-level sect.

The Huangshi sect is only at the prefecture level, so it is only a follower of the Qingyun sect.

"Thank you, uncle."

Holding the storage bag, Huarou couldn't be happier.

Uncle is like a treasure, always surprising people.

"Go around."

"You are still young, you should walk more and see more."

"It's not like my uncle, who is old and loses interest in many things."

Come out from the Immortal Artifact Pavilion.

Zhang Heng sent Hua Rou away.

Hua Rou is not him, Zhang Heng has everything, and it doesn't matter if he is a Buddhist.

Hua Rou is different, when he first heard about the practice world, it was time to see more, follow him all day long, and be as good as an asshole.

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life..."

Zhang Heng fell asleep when he returned to Xianyan Pavilion.

For him, a good spring is not as good as a dream.

The fragrance of green grass in the dream.

Right now, the Huangshi Sect is holding the Immortal Ascension Festival, and scattered cultivators gather from all over the place. Through the gathering, those who set up stalls set up stalls, and those who sell information sell intelligence.

I just took this opportunity to dream big for thousands of years, capture everyone's thoughts, and increase my knowledge of the true delimitation.

"Ok?"

Zhang Heng is hidden in the dream world, drifting between reality and fantasy.

I don't know if I don't see it, among the people who came to participate in the event, there is actually a real immortal who incarnates as a mortal and travels around the world.

Just looking at the real fairy's appearance, it seems that his lifespan is running out.

His whole body was lifeless, relying on a breath of immortal energy to hang his life, it gave him the feeling that his death was imminent.

"Which family's ancestor is this, which family's grandmaster."

"You don't have much lifespan, and you are still wandering outside. Do you want to find the life-prolonging medicine, or are you worried that if you sit in the sect, you will cause the world to feel sorry for you, and the hostile sect will find out the depth?"

In Zhang Heng's opinion.

The greatest misfortune in life is that fallen leaves cannot return to their roots.

This unknown true immortal is obviously the kind of patriarch Xu Hongru, who has broken his heart for the sect all his life.

Even if I die, I have to die outside, giving the enemy sect the illusion that I am still there, hoping to keep the sect safe for hundreds of years.

Respectable, but also sad.

Because Zhang Heng believes that there is absolutely no No. 2 true immortal in the sect where this true immortal belongs.

If anything, he didn't have to work so hard at all.

For example, in some sects with two or three or even many true immortals sitting in the township, before the true immortals are about to fall, they will entertain all directions.

There is no need to hide the news of his death, because even if there is no one true immortal, there are other true immortals in the sect.

You don't have to be lonely like the old man, and you have to die outside without telling the sect.

"Little girl, what do you want to buy?"

From Zhang Heng's perspective.

Huarou walked around the free trade market, and soon turned to the real fairy old man.

The real immortal old man had practiced spells to hide energy, and the fluctuations in the exposed mana were not high, and he looked like a low-level casual cultivator.

What he sells is also some bargains.

Some of them were valuable, though, just cloaked, like treasures waiting to be discovered.

"Old monk, how much is this grass?"

Hua Rou has a good eye.

Among a pile of junk, he quickly picked a trash with a relatively high value.

It was a refreshing herb.

The effect is that after being crushed and put into the incense burner, it can refresh the mind and make it easier to meditate.

"Three spirit stones."

Old Zhenxian smiled kindly.

Immediately, Huarou bought it without hesitation, but she didn't leave after that, standing there for a moment, hesitating for a moment, and asked full of ups and downs: "Old man, can I give you a hug?"

"Ok?"

Old Zhenxian had a question mark on his face.

Hua Rou whispered, "You look a lot like my grandpa."

Old Zhenxian was stunned for a moment.

Since the end of his lifespan, he began to travel all over the world, hoping to find a precious medicine to prolong his life before his lifespan expired.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

Right now, he has less than three years to live.

Unexpectedly, before Zuohua, she met a little girl who said she was like her grandfather and wanted to hug her.

In a trance.

Old Zhenxian's eyes were a little moist.

He is a monk who ascended from the lower realm.

When he was in the lower realms, he was extremely talented, high-spirited, and surrounded by countless confidante, but unfortunately he left no heirs.

After arriving in the upper realm, he was very ambitious and felt that he was bound to do something.

It turned out that the immortal road is far away and difficult to climb.

After working hard for thousands of years, he is a respected and invincible ancestor in the eyes of others, but only he knows that he has achieved nothing in these years.

Neither has the sect been carried forward, nor has it cultivated a suitable successor.

Right now, life is short, and I am alone.

He didn't even dare to die in the Zongmen's residence and be enshrined by the younger generation, how could the word "miserable" be explained.

"Good boy."

All kinds of distracting thoughts flooded into my mind.

Lao Zhenxian's mood fluctuated, and he couldn't help hugging Huarou.

Hua Rou squinted her eyes, extremely happy.

Because from her perspective, the advanced cultivation talent has already been obtained.

It's just that she's weird.