12dz Chapter 267 Hanjue Capital
Chapter 267 Hanjue Capital
"No gift."
Wang Chonglin does not have too much airs of a Foundation Establishment Master, as can be seen from his performance as a law enforcement disciple in the market town.
Even if the other party is just a Qi-refining cultivator, his relationship with the four major sects is far from that.
His tone was still gentle, like a spring breeze.
“It is an honor to have you here.
Please come in and let me serve you tea."
Wang Chonglin had no objection, as the two of them had been living in the open air for some time.
As for Chen Yu who was standing beside the Immortal, the others did not dare to neglect him and invited him in together.
Anyone who can walk side by side with a cultivator who is at the foundation-building stage must also be at the foundation-building stage.
But they have little experience and knowledge, and don’t know who this person is.
The lynx followed leisurely behind, and I felt more comfortable.
When it lived in the mountains, it ate raw meat and drank blood. How could it be possible for a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining to welcome it into the city respectfully?
All outsiders on the road from the city gate to the palace had been evacuated in advance for fear of bumping into the real person.
Several younger generations did not dare to say much, and the old monk began to talk about his family background.
It turned out that he was an immortal seedling who was chosen to practice in Danhua Sect ninety years ago, and his spiritual roots were barely five inches.
After struggling for half his life, he knew that he had no chance of reaching the late stage of Qi Refining, so he went down the mountain to enjoy the wealth and glory of the mortal world.
When I came to Hanjue Country to take charge, I also received guidance from my senior brothers in the sect.
Outer disciples like him with low qualifications are not taken seriously by the elders in the sect.
Only at the Dharma Assembly held every six months can one have the opportunity to meet the sect’s foundation-building elders.
Whenever I have any questions about cultivation, I always ask senior brothers with higher cultivation levels.
The one who taught him the Dharma was the inner sect disciple, Senior Brother Zhang Jingsheng, who in turn received personal instruction from the second elder.
It is said that before this disciple entered the art world, his family was just a craftsman.
Once a person is found to have superior spiritual root qualifications, the entire family will be immediately taken to live in the kingdom.
Not long after, he married the princess to his eldest brother, and the imperial teacher of the dynasty married his third sister to his son.
It can be said that one person attains enlightenment, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
Now, his direct disciple has managed to advance to the foundation-building stage by chance, but his nephews have all died of old age.
But because of this sentiment, the royal family of Hanjue Kingdom has remained standing.
Among the four cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining beside him, one is the descendant of the elder brother of that immortal.
The journey of several miles took only a moment. Wang Chonglin released his spiritual sense and casually looked around the capital to see if there were any children that suited his taste.
The King of Hanjue Country had been waiting at the gate of the palace for a long time. He was a martial artist at the peak of the acquired realm.
He could not interfere in the communication between the monks, so he left after greeting them.
The group walked straight through the palace and came to the offering hall.
The capital of Hanjue State was built on the mountain, and the worship hall was located at the highest point.
Compared to the huge palace, the buildings here are small and exquisite, but even more luxurious.
Not only that, many herbs from previous years are planted here, and the concentration of spiritual energy is slightly higher than that of the outside world.
But there was not a single spiritual object of higher quality. The world was barren and all the slightly better spiritual medicines had been used up.
Theoretically speaking, these five cultivators, like dozens of innate warriors from the royal family and the common people, are all worshippers of the Hanjue Kingdom.
However, the monks have an exclusive status, and even the king cannot command any of them, and can only treat them with courtesy.
The old monk wanted to enjoy wealth and glory, so naturally he had a lot of wives, concubines and children.
But they are all raised in outer cities, and only those with some qualifications will be trained.
Arriving at the pavilion where he lived, he waved away all the maids.
He waited until both of them were seated one by one before he was willing to stand in the main seat.
Then he took out a palm-sized jade box from the storage bag and carefully poured out nine silver needle-like leaves.
Three in each cup, no more, no less.
On the table was spring water from the north of the mountain, which was quickly boiled using the fireball technique.
Four young men stood on either side, and the old monk personally poured tea for the two of them.
“This is the fresh green that the Qingchi Yang family picked from the 400-year-old tree on the top of Zhiyang Peak.
It was by chance that I got it from an inner sect senior brother when I went down the mountain.
Fortunately, twenty years have passed and the spirituality has not been lost much.”
Wang Chonglin reached out to take it, and the old man sighed again:
"It is said that there are trees there that are 700 years old. Unfortunately, my realm is too low and I have no chance to see them."
Chen Yu took a sip and said with a smile:
"I have some tea leaves here, would you like to try some?"
He looked like a young man in his twenties, while the other person was a white-haired old man.
This call of "little friend" was so natural that no one thought there was anything wrong with it.
Chen Yu also felt a little emotional in his heart. Unknowingly, he had reached the level of Chengzong and became the ancestor.
"I dare not refuse the gift given by the real person."
Chen Yu took out a bamboo tube and handed it directly to the monk.
This is not the spiritual tea produced in the space. High-level spiritual creatures like those cannot enjoy it with their Qi-refining cultivation.
The old man took it respectfully, took out another set of cups from his storage bag, and made tea for the immortal.
As soon as he opened the lid of the bamboo tube, he felt that there was nothing magical and no spiritual energy overflowed.
But after three breaths in the water, the aroma of tea will hit your nose and penetrate directly into your soul.
He raised his teacup, tasting it and praising it.
"May I ask where this tea comes from?"
"From the Fallen Soul Mountains."
"The Soul-Falling Mountains, but the six sects of Yunan go south?"
The old man's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he realized his words had gone wrong only after he asked the question.
Chen Yu didn't care: "That's right."
After hearing this, he seemed to remember something and stopped talking.
When I first got into this, I realized how big the world is and I fantasized about living forever, but in the end, I would just end the rest of my life in this mortal world.
After tasting the tea, the old monk reluctantly returned the bamboo tube to Chen Yu.
He can't grasp such a good thing.
"Master, I have an unwelcome request. May I ask..."
"Since it's an unreasonable request, there's no need to say more." Wang Chonglin interrupted him indifferently.
The old man stopped immediately and glanced at the other person cautiously. Fortunately, there was no anger on his face.
“With her qualifications, getting in won’t be a problem.
As for the future, my children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, not to mention that they are not my own children and grandchildren. "
A real person's mind is like a clear mirror and will not give people any unnecessary thoughts.
The spiritual awareness of a foundation-building cultivator is naturally far inferior to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but the scenes in this palace city are still crystal clear.
He is just a seven-year-old child, with a spiritual root of five inches and nine points.
It far exceeds the standards of Xian Miao, but it is still far from enough to be his disciple.
The old monk looked embarrassed and changed the subject, wanting to invite the two to watch court music and dance.
"No need. We have many things to deal with and it's difficult for us to stay for long."
These words were spoken sincerely and earnestly, and they dispelled his inner fear.
Before leaving, Wang Chonglin left behind a few spiritual fruits as a reward for his disciples' respectful welcome.
Standing on the city wall, he said to Chen Yu somewhat helplessly:
"It seems that I will have to disguise myself before entering the capital city next time I pass by it."
After that, the two of them traveled on Danhua Island for nearly a month, visiting five secular countries, from prosperous capitals to remote countryside.
Even the cities owned by those small immortal cultivation families were not left out, but there was still no gain.
The swamp is vast and there are countless islands.
Seeing that he still hadn’t found a suitable disciple, Wang Chonglin prepared to go to a farther place.