Chapter 463 Disappearance

The Inner Sect of Yunshui Sect covers a very wide area.

The inner gate eight meridians occupy every node branch of the large-scale Lingmai Yunshui Mountains, and the area of ​​radiation is almost comparable to the entire country of Zhang Qingyuan's previous life.

However, the cultivator of the real yuan realm can fly with his sword, and the speed is not slow under the full exertion.

In addition, as the base camp, the roads have basically been opened up between places, although there are still some huge monster mountain ranges, forbidden areas and forests, etc. have not been completely eliminated, this is a blank no-man's land specially left by the sect. , as a training place for sect disciples.

The scope of these places of experience is not small, and they are basically primitive monsters and forests. There are many opportunities such as heaven and earth spirits, but there are also many dangers.

Even the real Yuan realm cannot be recklessly crossed from above.

It is impossible to make the shortest straight line between two points.

It's not difficult for Zhang Qingyuan to travel a little more.

It's just an extra half day's work.

It took about seven or eight days of work for Zhang Qingyuan to visit the large square markets near the peaks. While earning some spiritual materials cheaply from the square markets, he also spent a lot of money from some auction houses. He bought some precious and rare spirits from the big business.

Zhang Qingyuan's plan for alchemy and medicine is basically ready.

Even if it is a little worse, those elixir are a bit rare and uncommon, but they are not very sought-after items. Zhang Qingyuan has already left his contact information for those big business firms. Don't worry.

"This line has a good harvest."

"It's a pity that the purse that just swelled up this time has shrunk again."

In Xilinfang City,

The streets are lined with people coming and going. The monks and vendors on both sides are filled with all kinds of strange spirits, including medicine pills, spirit medicines, minerals, materials for monster plants and monsters, etc. The stall owners keep shouting, and Passers-by monks bargain.

It was noisy all around.

Zhang Qingyuan was walking in the market, and while scanning the booths, he sensed the few middle-grade spirit stones left in the storage bag.

With his current worth, Rao has some pain on his face at the moment.

After this line, the windfall of 3,000 middle-grade spirit stones that Xihuang and his party obtained that day were all filled in, and even the worth accumulated by himself in the Yuelian Islands for ten years was almost completely consumed.

"Forget it, the spirit stone is something outside the body. As long as it can be used to improve one's realm strength, then everything is worth it!"

Zhang Qingyuan comforted himself in his heart.

But having said that.

But Zhang Qingyuan was also a little stunned.

It's no wonder that many outsiders have been unable to improve their first-level cultivation realm for more than ten or twenty years. Among them, lack of talent, bottlenecks, and guidance from famous teachers is one aspect, and resources themselves are also a big influence.

You must know that Zhang Qingyuan has been developing in the Yuelian Islands in the South China Sea for so many years, and the income of the forces he has managed is no less than that of some top small family forces.

However, this income is not worth mentioning in the face of Zhang Qingyuan's needs.

Although this has nothing to do with Zhang Qingyuan's strong background and the terrible means he needs to cultivate, it also reflects the huge resources that ordinary cultivators need to improve.

If there is no other chance, in the same realm, it is not impossible to delay ten or twenty years.

"Well, is that night heart grass?"

Suddenly, out of the corner of Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, he saw that among the many medicinal herbs placed in a relatively remote corner not far away, a crystal clear elixir that seemed to emit fluorescence was placed on the booth.

It was the elixir of cherishing blindly that he needed.

Li Shi attracted Zhang Qingyuan's attention.

Many of the previous thoughts flew to nowhere in an instant, Zhang Qingyuan took two quick steps forward.

"Fellow Daoist, how to sell this night heart grass?"

Zhang Qingyuan reached out and probed,

While asking about the birth of the monk behind the booth.

"Does this thing have an owner... eh? Senior Brother Zhang?"

The stall owner was about to refuse with a wave of his hand, but when he heard a slightly familiar voice, and then saw the clearly recognizable face, he was immediately surprised.

"I don't know who you are?"

Zhang Qingyuan hesitated and looked at the stall owner in front of him.

Some are familiar and seem to have seen it, but the specifics have been forgotten.

"Ha, Senior Brother forgot to be normal. I was given a mission to go to Nanhai to help with some internal affairs, but I only met Senior Brother Zhang once."

The stall owner was also cheerful and didn't care that Zhang Qingyuan didn't recognize him.

In other words, it is not normal to recognize them. After all, it is just a simple handover of formalities, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

"It turned out to be you. Back then, in the South China Sea branch of Zongmen, it seems that the handover of the spirit stone mine that I handed in was yours!"

The reminder of the other party, various influences in his mind flashed quickly.

Zhang Qingyuan suddenly said something.

Cultivation is a process of life promotion. With the improvement of cultivation, the memory of the monk will gradually increase. Therefore, after the other party reminded him, Zhang Qingyuan quickly dug out the other party's face from the depths of his mind.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhang to remember it!"

The stall owner was a little happy.

"When I was in the South China Sea, I heard that Senior Brother Zhang used his Spirit Yuan to slash his True Yuan, and then all kinds of supernatural powers to challenge him."

"Now that I have returned to the inner sect, my senior brother is still very sharp, his cultivation has improved step by step, surpassing the inner sect's old disciple, and he has the strength to compete against the top ten. In comparison, it is really ashamed!"

Speaking of which, this stall owner can be regarded as a adoring fan of Zhang Qingyuan.

Who didn't have a daydream of all-powerful fame and fame when they were young?

It's just that with the passage of time, I realize the difficulties of life, and I know that daydreams are daydreams after all, and I can only occasionally imagine a day to satisfy my heart a little bit.

When they can't do it themselves, and others do it, some people will have a kind of hope and worship in their hearts that transfer their expectations to the other party.

This stall owner is such a fan of Zhang Qingyuan.

"Where, I was young and arrogant back then, and now you are behind me, but the road to self-cultivation is endless and has not reached the end. Who knows who will achieve higher in the end?"

"It's not necessarily the case that fellow Daoists will surpass me in the future."

Zhang Qingyuan is modest and authentic.

There was happiness in his heart.

For the first time, I found that there were fans who recognized and admired myself, and I was naturally in a good mood.

Facing the encouragement of his idol worship, the stall owner also showed excitement on the face, and a sense of ambition in his heart also emerged spontaneously under Zhang Qingyuan's encouragement.

The two talked for a while.

Speaking of the South China Sea, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly thought of a person and said:

"Speaking of that, when I was in the South China Sea, I met an interesting person who also managed the logistics in the Zongmen branch. Others called him Manager Zhou. It is said that he stayed in the Zongmen's book collection building for decades. Do you recognize that person?"

Although Steward Zhou and him were only two-sided, Zhang Qingyuan had a very deep memory of him.

One may be compatible with each other in nature, and the other is the other party's withered sect's book collection, and the amount of knowledge is extremely huge.

Zhang Qingyuan has always respected people with knowledge.

"Miss Zhou? I know him and have partnered with that guy. Although that guy is withdrawn and doesn't communicate much with other people, he is the only one who has spent so many years in the Zongmen Book Collection Building."

The stall owner nodded and said, but there was a strange color on his face.

"But that guy disappeared mysteriously more than half a year ago. It is said that he was still working yesterday, and he disappeared completely the next day."

"The Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall has searched and found no traces. Even the soul lamp in the Zongmen has disappeared, as if the whole person has disappeared without a trace, and I don't know where it went... "