The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 3: The Treasure Tree House in Twilight
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The Qingshan Sect has a long history and profound background, so there should be no shortage of related medicines and spiritual materials. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛ But there is really nothing Zhao Layue needs on Mount Shiyue, because she is repairing the body tempering with sword intent. In addition, no one had practiced the Nine Death Sword Art except Real Man Jingyang, and there was no corresponding preparation at all.
Of course, for events like this, Qingshan Sect will definitely help Zhao Layue find it with all the power of the faction, but no one has taught Zhao Layue the Nine Death Sword Art. Xiu doesn’t make much sense. Traveling around the world by searching for medicine should help her break through the realm.
After Zhao Layue and Gu Qing left Shenmo Peak, they had a hot pot meal in Yunji Town, and then went to Shangzhou City for a short stop. They rushed to Nanhe Prefecture that night.
Compared with her trip with Jing Jiu in the past, this time the speed is countless times faster, and after all, it is much easier to control the sword.
The twilight light shone on the gray wall of Baoshuju, shining into a strange color. There were no ordinary pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and it was quiet and strange.
Several cultivators stood outside the wall, looking at Bao Shuju’s steward with gloomy expressions, and said: “I have already said that the auction tonight has been announced, why did it suddenly stop?”
The manager of Baoshuju apologized and said: “There will be a gift later, and please forgive me for a few immortals, and I will see it later.”
In normal times, thinking about the background of Baoshuju, these cultivators will definitely take the gift and leave. They won’t be entangled any more, but this time they are determined to get a box of immortal lotus pills in the auction, and they want I was so anxious that I couldn’t leave just there.
“I sent Elder Jiang to attack the Unchanging Realm. At a critical moment, when do you want us to wait?”
A cultivator looked at the steward and shouted sharply.
The steward looked calm and said: “Sorry, our shop is clearing the accounts tonight, but it is really impossible to receive distinguished guests.”
The cultivators were very angry, thinking about clearing up such trivial matters, how could the auctions scheduled in advance be cancelled?
Suddenly, they felt a little weird. Although Baoshuju has a deep background, he rarely does such unreasonable things. Moreover, the manager’s expression is too calm, as if he is sure even the excuse to be absurd. Don’t worry about being blamed by the guests.
A cultivator thought of a certain possibility, and asked slightly in surprise: “Could it be that a big man came from the mountain?”
The manager smiled and didn’t answer.
Subconsciously, the practitioners raised their heads to look at the top floor of the treasure tree in the sunset, and worried that the other party would feel disrespectful in their eyes, so they quickly lowered their heads.
“So what are you waiting for? Hurry up.”
“When the immortal lotus pill will be auctioned, please let me know.”
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The worship, stewardship, and guards of Baoshuju stay in the lower two floors, and the top floor is silent.
This is the tallest building in Nanhe Prefecture. Standing by the railing, you can overlook the entire south facing city in the setting sun. The scenery is beautiful.
Bao Shuju’s owner didn’t feel that way today, and didn’t dare to look back, bowed and stood in front of the door waiting, not daring to make any noise.
In Nanhe Prefecture and even the entire Chaotian Continent, he is a person with a name and a surname, but at this time he is like a servant.
The door was pushed open, Gu Qing walked out from inside, handed over a portrait, and said: “Let’s see if anyone has seen it before.”
Bao Shuju’s owner took it with both hands in a respectful manner, and did not dare to delay, trot downstairs and pushed aside the deepest room on the second floor.
The room is very spacious, and more than twenty elderly people in Tsing Yi are standing there waiting, their expressions are a little nervous.
These elders are the most senior appraiser of Baoshu Curie, and there are several stewards with good eyesight, and even the branch of Chaoge City rushed back.
The owner of Baoshuju put the portrait on the table and spread it out, stepped aside, and said: “Whoever finds the clue first, appreciate a building.”
The worshippers all know that the building mentioned by the owner is naturally not an ordinary residence in Chaonan City, but a branch of Baoshuju. How much is it worth?
Of course, even if they don’t have money, they will definitely use their life’s learning to find clues, because this thing in the painting is the future of Baoshuju.
The old worshippers gathered around the table and began to watch the painting carefully.
Bao Shuju’s owner retreated to the window, feeling so sultry, but he didn’t dare to open the window for ventilation. He took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead while thinking that if this matter is not done well, he must Think of some ways to make up for it-in the past few years, I have sent too many gold mountains and silver mountains to Zhaofu, Chaoge City. But Mr. Da’s treatment in the clan was terrible a few years ago, and I don’t know if he will appreciate it.
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Several years ago, the master of Bihu Peak went crazy and was suppressed by Yuan Qijing. Bao Shuju lost his biggest backer and was about to collapse.
No one thought that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stayed in Baoshuju for a while during their first WTO visit and did something.
Through this relationship that is not even a ruse, the owner of Baoshuju walked into Zhao’s Mansion in Chaoge City.
In the following years, Baoshuju dedicated to the Zhao Mansion, and his unremitting efforts finally got the approval of Shenmofeng. Since then, Baoshuju has been responsible for providing all the needs of God Mofeng, and the price paid is naturally great, but it has also kept some of the more important shares, which can be regarded as getting rid of the disaster of extinction.
In the past few years, Shenmofeng has been banned again, and Gu Qing made requests through the clan for any need.
A few days ago, Tianbao Shuju received a letter from the Gu family, stating that the peak master would come here to find something in person.
When the owner was shocked, he naturally attached great importance to it. If things are not done properly this time, will Baoshuju be able to continue?
“It should be a clover, the fairy may have remembered a word incorrectly.”
A gray-haired old worshipper, flipping through the yellowed book in his hand, said in a certain tone: “There are records in the Tiannan Medicine Store.”
“How can you believe the things recorded in the worthless Wild Medicine Sutra?”
Another enshrinement said: “How many treasures have we passed over these years? Look at the so many people in the building, who has seen it? You have never heard of it!”
Listening to these quarrels, Bao Shuju’s face looked a little ugly, and he walked to the table and looked at the painting and said: “It’s not surprising to look at it, why is it not impressive?”
The painting is a grass, divided into three leaves, tender and tender like emerald.
The consecrator said with a bitter expression: “It is because it looks too ordinary, it is difficult to distinguish, it can’t really be a clover.”
The boss of Baoshuju said with a serious expression: “No matter what it is, I have to find it alive or dead, or even if I can live, I want to die.”
Listening to this, the arguing immediately disappeared, and the worshippers began to read the ancient books again, or frowned, trying to find clues.
The room became extremely quiet, and only the sound of turning over the book could be heard.
Time was slowly passing away. I don’t know how long it took, and suddenly a voice of surprise rang.
A deacon took a book, squeezed the crowd to the table, opened one of the pages, and said: “There are records in the Youyang Miscellaneous Kao!”
Listening to the name of the book, everyone’s expressions were slightly different, and there was little confidence.
There are too many strange things in the Youyang Miscellaneous Kao, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the text is sparse and the description is boring, and few people will read it carefully.
Dozens of sights fell on that page.
It is clearly recorded in the book that hundreds of years ago, a strange plant appeared on the bank of Daze, divided into three leaves. It is no different. Only the blue color reaches the bottom of the eye, and the cold wind and fire cannot be changed. This weed was judged to be an extremely rare fairy-level spirit grass by the doctor monk of Guocheng Temple, named Sanqingcao, which attracted the competition between countless sects and powerful casual practitioners.
The reason why no one in the spiritual world remembers this incident is because there was no subsequent tragedy of treasure hunting, and also because the people present were asked not to disclose the incident. Who would have thought of being recorded by a good mortal literati .
“It looks alike.”
The owner of Baoshuju said thoughtfully.
The rest of the worshippers also nodded.
Youyang miscellaneous test is not credible, the text is very crude, but the description of the matter is true.
Who can let such precious fairy grass disappear, no sect dared to mention it? Looking at the Tiannan Continent, only the Qingshan Sect can do it.
Who can let the Qingshan Sect put up such a big battle for a mere herb? Looking at Jiufeng, only the real Jingyang who used to be able to do it.
Of course, the real Jingyang also cultivated the Nine Death Sword Art. Of course he needed this when he broke into the wilderness.
One of the consecraters thought of something, and asked inexplicably: “When the real Jingyang did not enter the wild, there was such a majesty in the nine peaks of the green mountain?”
The owner of Baoshuju knew a lot of the secrets of Qingshan and said, “Of course.”
“That’s good.” A consecrator said with lingering fear: “As long as you are sure that something really exists, you may find it.”
The owner of Baoshuju said: “Stop everything and look for this Sanqing grass with all your strength.”
For an auction house of this size, plus dozens of branches across the mainland, how much loss would it be to stop for a day?
But both the owner and the ministers are very calm and take it for granted.
There is just a problem.
Someone worried and said: “If Sanqingcao is really so precious, even if we find it, we can’t grab those sects only by our house.”
Bao Shuju’s owner reprimanded: “Idiot! Wherever we find things, the mountains will naturally ask for them, and we will take the turn to come forward. Qingshan Jiufeng now owes favor to Master Jing Zu. What does Zhao Zu want, who dares? No? The key is… we have to find clues, we can talk about money and everything, have you heard?”
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On the top floor, the twilight is over, and Ye Mingzhu exudes a faint light.
There is a box on the table in front of Zhao Layue, which also exudes a faint light, it should be some kind of formation~IndoMTL.com~ sealed the atmosphere inside.
There is a grass in the box, divided into three leaves. It looks very ordinary, but the green color is very rich and tender, as if it will turn into substance and drip down at any time.
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