Natural fairy species

"It's Deacon Lang, get up..."

Bai Zichen recognized the person, and had dealt with him several times in the market.

As soon as he stopped, another round and simple black and white bear climbed up the cloud steps, with short and fat limbs. When he stepped over the steps, his foreleg stumbled and rolled directly into the moon.

His body lost his balance, his hands and feet were facing the sky, and he rolled all the way to the owner's heels before stopping.

After fluttering for a while, he turned his body upright.

"Meet Elder Bai."

"Elder Bai, Feiyue Lake has been separated for many years, and you have broken through one after another. Soon, you will be called a senior expert..."

"I'm Liu Hui, my brother has an old relationship with you."

The rest of the monks in the field reacted, although they were not as obsequious and exaggerated as Lang Zhongping, they all came up to say hello enthusiastically.

Bai Zichen nodded slightly, and walked straight to his uncle, looking at this relative who led him on the road and cared for his growth, there were already obvious wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, you are old..."

Bai Jiuan's eyes were flushed, and he grabbed Bai Zichen's arm: "Chen'er, you did a good job... Everyone said that you can become a real person of alchemy, my nephew is a real person of alchemy, I just die Happy too!"

In a trance, I went back to the afternoon of Han Xiufeng that year.

The uncle told himself earnestly, not to be dazzled by the windfall of killing the ghost monks.

Cultivate well, and in the future, the two of them will accumulate family contributions, and they will definitely be able to exchange for a pure Yang Gangsha for Bai Zichen to attack and build a foundation.

"In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed..."

Bai Zichen refused Bai Xianzhong's request to let him sit on the main seat, and sat down directly beside Bai Jiuan.

Leaving the restless Tumbler behind him, throwing two handfuls of spiritual fruit to it, let it play by itself.

Bai Xianzhong was a little restless sitting at the top, and he simply stood up after a while, and went to toast the Foundation Establishment cultivator who came to congratulate him.

Bai Zichen was amused in his heart, how could he care about such trivial matters.

Or wherever he sits, there is the main position in the field, and everyone has to revolve around it.

"Chen'er, you haven't been home for a long time. I'll bring your younger brother and sister to see you later... Two people with spiritual roots don't need to be as outstanding as you, as long as the aptitude of the four spiritual roots can grow up safely .”

When Bai Jiu'an saw his nephew whom he had met for a long time, he was in a very good mood, smiling all over his face.

"That's excellent...my brother, Bai Zichen, will definitely not be bad."

When Bai Zichen heard that one of his uncle's children already had a descendant with spiritual roots, he was also happy for him.

Even if both parents are monks, there is no guarantee that the offspring will have spiritual roots, it just increases the probability of spiritual roots a lot.

"I'm here to offer a toast to Elder Bai."

With a graceful figure, Bai Ling held up the wine bottle and poured it full.

Thinking about it now, it's a little funny, she actually had a fight with Bai Zichen, wanting to see who was the number one genius of the Bai family.

But in just a few years, Bai Zichen quickly revealed a talent far superior to his peers, and after going to Qingfengmen, he skyrocketed.

At the beginning, Bai Ling didn't believe the news about Bai Zichen from his family, thinking that there might be some exaggeration in it.

Gradually, it became a little numb.

Really realize that the distance between people is that big.

She practiced step by step until she reached the Great Consummation of Qi Refining, and there was no more suitable candidate in the clan than her. Only after taking the Foundation Establishment Pill was she able to successfully establish the foundation.

And the other party is already at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

He has become an important figure in the entire Heishan County.

"You and I are both members of the Bai clan, so there is no need for such a relationship... In the future, if you encounter difficulties, you can come to Feiyue Lake to find me."

Bai Zichen took a sip to show his response.

His status has suddenly risen, and the time he spent in the clan was limited since he was a child. No wonder Bai Xianzhong, Bai Ling didn't know how to get along with him.

But even for the uncle's face, it is impossible for him not to take care of the Bai family.

...

The foundation-building celebration banquet was over, and most of the guests left. A few monks who were closely related to the Bai family stayed, and they would exchange ideas and stay for a few days.

The monks who established the foundation will also communicate with each other, and trade spiritual things that they don't need.

In the rebuilt family hall, there was a circle of clan members, among them were many young talents of the Bai family that Bai Xianzhong deliberately selected, hoping that some of them would be favored by Bai Zichen.

Unfortunately, all his attention was on the two children brought by Bai Jiuan.

They are all six or seven years old, the boys are tiger-headed and tiger-headed, and the girls are carved in pink and jade, very cute.

"What's their name?"

Bai Zichen was overjoyed at the sight, and pulled the two of them closer to him.

"Cousin, my name is Bai Ziying, and my younger brother's name is Bai Ziyu."

The little girl was more courageous, staring at the cousin she met for the first time with her big black eyes.

Bai Jiu'an already has more than ten children, but the only ones whose spiritual roots have been detected are this pair of siblings.

"Okay, this is a meeting gift from my cousin, take it all."

Bai Zichen reached out and flicked the storage bag, and stuffed two mahogany swords into the hands of the two children.

It was the ghost-slaying mahogany sword and the demon-suppressing mahogany sword that he had used back then. This pair of wood-type flying swords had also been with him for a long time, and they were left unused in the storage bag after the foundation was established.

"Thank you cousin."

Bai Ziying held the Demon-Suppressing Mahogany Sword, which was about the same height as her, and said in a childish voice.

"Brother Chen, is this too expensive..."

Although this pair of mahogany swords have poor attributes, they are cheaper than the black bamboo swords of the Bai family, but they are all flying swords, which are equivalent to a top-grade magic weapon.

Not to mention the two children, even among the members of the Bai family in the late stage of Qi refining, there are quite a few who do not have high-grade magic weapons.

"Toy objects for cousins ​​are nothing."

Of course Bai Zichen is aware of Bai Xianzhong's intentions in arranging so many junior clan members, but in terms of blood relationship, Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu are blood relatives within three servings of him.

The other clansmen on the field, although they all have the same ancestor, have actually been out of the fifth suit for a long time, and their blood relationship is very distant.

In terms of kindness, Bai Jiu'an is the guide on his way, and he can't repay his kindness too much.

After thinking for a while, he handed a golden flying sword and a red-covered orb umbrella to Bai Jiu'an: "Uncle, this is the first-order golden bird sword, and the top-grade defensive magic weapon, the red-covered orb umbrella, which happens to be one for attack and one for defense... I will retreat in the future, maybe in units of several years, with this magic weapon, you will have more means to fight against the enemy."

Bai Jiu'an only has the cultivation base of Qi Cultivation Dzogchen, no matter how good the treasure is, he won't be able to use it.

The red-covered orb umbrella is a high-quality magic weapon, and it has played a role in turning the tide several times. It is the most suitable treasure for Qi refining monks.

At the same time, he turned to Bai Ling and said, "This time is your foundation-building celebration. I came in a hurry and went to Tianlei Cliff to kill two golden-winged Lei Pengs as a congratulatory gift...should be enough for you to use as spiritual material to refine a spiritual device."

Bai Ling took a storage bag in a daze, opened it, and inside were two complete golden-winged Lei Peng corpses, and no wounds could be found on the whole body.

The monks in the hall, listening to Bai Zichen's narration in a very normal tone, with the attitude of treating the golden-winged Lei Peng as a lamb to be slaughtered, made his hair stand on end.

This is the second-order monster Golden Winged Lei Peng, and it is a flying monster that makes even the foundation-builder monks feel a headache.

But soon he felt that it was reasonable, without such strength, how could the heads of the ghost sect demon cultivators killed in the two wars be rolling.

"You can let all the young children in the clan come over later, and I will diagnose their practice..."

Bai Zichen intends to use the Nine Suns Divine Fire as a guide to reflect the younger generation of the clan.

"Ziying, Ziyu, and other juniors who are a few years older, if you want to worship Qingfengmen, you can send a letter to Feiyue Lake."

"I'll arrange it right away."

Bai Xianzhong nodded excitedly, he doesn't care what can be left behind, as long as Bai Zichen has his family in his heart.

Bai Zichen glanced over the people in the hall, and saw a familiar face: "Chongwu?"

"Returning to Elder Bai, it is Chongwu..."

Back then, the tall and handsome Bai Chongwu had a weathered face and bent body, as if recovering from a serious illness.

"Are you injured? Bai Ying, why don't you see anyone else?"

Bai Zichen was a little strange, the patriarch even called Bai Chongwu over, it was unreasonable not to know that Bai Ying had the closest relationship with him back then, so he was left out.

"Being beaten by the ghost boy, it's much better...Brother Ying, brother Ying is dead."

Bai Chongwu pulled out a crying and smiling expression, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Baiying and I were walking away from Hanxiu Peak that day, and we happened to bump into a group of monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect... There was a thunderbolt hidden in him, let us go first, and detonate it after distracting the demon cultivators with our own voice. Blow yourself and Moxiu into powder."

"I should have thought about it a long time ago. Brother Ying has not been happy at all these years. Several times he woke up in a dream, saying that he was going to find his mother."

Bai Zichen was a little dazed, that fat, lazy guy kept saying that he had no spiritual root aptitude to practice, and that his biggest dream was to be an outstanding merchant, and Bai Ying, who had earned enough spirit stones to open a shop, died unexpectedly. up.

He still died together with the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect. Judging from the behavior of Lei Zhenzi hidden in him, he had a plan long ago.

The Ghost Sect cultivator who killed Qingfengya back then, and her mother who died in front of her eyes left a deep shadow on Baiying.

Perhaps from that day on, the idea of ​​revenge had been buried in his heart.

"Fatty Bai, if you wait a few more years, you will see me avenge Aunt Song... But don't worry, no one will be able to get away from the Ghost Spirit Gate."

Bai Zichen let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head and said, "Patriarch, does Baiying have any descendants?"

"There is only one son, but it's a pity that he doesn't have spiritual roots, he's just ordinary."

Bai Xianzhong shook his head, if he had spiritual roots, how could he not call Baiying's only son here.

For cultivators, children without spiritual roots will not be counted among the descendants at all.

"Go and call Lang Zhongping here, he should be waiting and hasn't left yet."

Bai Zichen gave instructions to Bai Chongwu, and sat there with his eyes closed, without saying a word.

A quarter of an hour later, the restless Lang Zhongping followed into the hall, saluted respectfully and waited for orders.

"Deacon Lang, there are still vacant shops in Fangshi...I mean the core location, not the newly developed peripheral shops."

"Return to Elder Bai, as long as the shops on these streets are in hand, no one will return them. The Zongmen has spent many years of hard work before replacing the permanent property rights of most of the shops with 100-year leasehold rights. Even if the shops encounter turnover problems, they are willing It is impossible to sell the shop if you borrow spirit stones from others."

Lang Zhongping's voice became lower and lower, and under Bai Zichen's icy gaze, he felt chills in his heart.

"However, I remember that there is a store in the core area that is not operating in a standardized manner. It will be expelled from the market at the end of the year, but the area is relatively small, only half a bay..."

At present, Elder Bai can only feel sorry for the Xu family, even though the girl that the Xu family newly sent is indeed fresh and tender.

Lang Zhongping took out all his plans and reported a shop that was originally planned to be reserved for Xu's family.

On the one hand, he is the future Daoist Jiedan of the Zongmen, and on the other hand, he is the natal families of several concubines of his own.

How to choose is not difficult.

First of all, I would like to apologize to all fellow Taoists, someone who was unable to add a new chapter in June is ashamed.

Let's do the math first, May owes seven chapters, and although there is no mention of adding monthly tickets in June, as usual, one chapter should be added to the five hundred monthly tickets, which is eight chapters.

Considering that next week is my wife's due date, I have to save up manuscripts in the past few days to avoid interruptions.

We can only set a small goal first, and pay off the debts owed in May in July.

Knock one and leave.