Chapter 52 Reward

"What are the people from Lige doing here?"

Liang Yan was confused, but he still got up and walked out. He opened the door and saw a man in white standing in the courtyard, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Wang is here. I wonder what you are doing?"

"Haha, Junior Brother Liang, you don't have to be too modest! You went out this time to help Senior Sister Tang eliminate the loose cultivators who were against the sect in Yongle Town, and you also investigated the specific situation of their association. You have made a great contribution! Wang is here specially this time. To announce the sect’s commendation to you.”

Wang Biao's face became solemn as he spoke, and he said seriously: "Zhenmai handyman disciple Liang Yan listens to the order. Because of your merit in killing the enemy, the sect will give you two hundred high-grade spiritual stones, one medium-grade spiritual stone, and five spiritual gathering pills." , plus a ‘letter order’.”

Then he took out a blue cloth bag and handed it to Liang Yan, and then said: "The elixir and the order are all in it. As for the spirit stone, you need to go to the Li Pavilion to get it yourself."

Liang Yan's expression changed and he asked Wang Biao: "Brother Wang, it's funny to say that there are a few things that Liang doesn't understand."

"Oh? What don't you understand? Junior brother, please tell me."

"What is the difference between this mid-grade spiritual stone and ordinary spiritual stone, and what is the purpose of this order?"

"So this is what junior brother asked." Wang Biao nodded: "The spiritual stones in the world of immortality are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. Theoretically, one high-grade spiritual stone is equal to one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, and one middle-grade spiritual stone is equal to One hundred low-grade spiritual stones. But in fact, in some special places, the price of high-grade spiritual stones is slightly higher than this theoretical price."

"Why is this?" Liang Yan asked puzzled.

"Because of some magic circles and restrictions, only high-grade spiritual stones can be used. No matter how many low-grade spiritual stones you have, you won't be able to use them."

"I see." Liang Yan suddenly said: "What about this letter?"

"It's simple. With this 'letter', you can go to the Chuan Gong Pavilion to choose any two secret techniques or techniques to study. You must know that our Yixing Pavilion is very strict in teaching, let alone the handyman disciples who have not entered the Chuan Gong Pavilion. The opportunities in the Gong Pavilion are that outer sect disciples can only enter the Chuan Gong Pavilion every three years to choose one book of exercises or secret techniques. This shows how important the sect’s reward is to you.”

Liang Yan was overjoyed after hearing this. He had been admiring the method of sword cultivation for a long time, but he had been unable to get started because he did not have the secret method of sword cultivation. This was a rare opportunity, so he wanted to go to Chuan Gong Pavilion to choose a secret method of sword cultivation and study it carefully. .

He was in a good mood, saluted Wang Biao and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang!"

"Hahaha, Wang is just a messenger. Junior Brother Liang's achievements are all due to his own efforts."

Wang Biao seemed to be quite satisfied with him, and nodded: "I will tell Junior Brother Liang one more thing. The Pavilion Master also knows about your outing this time. She is quite satisfied with your performance, and I believe that by then the six-year appointment will be made It’s just a formality, Wang would like to congratulate Junior Brother Liang on his promotion to an outer disciple in advance!”

"I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would even alarm the Pavilion Master." Liang Yan seemed to be a little unbelievable.

Wang Biao said with a strange look on his face: "A trivial matter? No, no, no, this is not a trivial matter." He paused and then said: "Restoring the normal mining of the Ling Mine branch may be a trivial matter, but the life of Senior Sister Tang is. Top priority"

Seeing that Wang Biao was hesitant to speak, Liang Yan was so shrewd that he naturally understood the meaning behind his words. This Tang Diexian probably had a lot of background.

But the next moment Wang Biao returned to normal, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms and handed it to Liang Yan.

"This is what an uncle asked me to pass on to you."

Liang Yan reached out and took it, wondering: "I wonder which uncle it is?"

"I don't know the specific situation. This bamboo slip was also handed over to me by another disciple. Maybe Junior Brother Liang will know it after opening it. Well, Wang's things have been brought to me. The task is completed, so I leave now."

Liang Yan sent him out of the yard and watched him leave before turning back to his room. First, he took out the bamboo slip, put it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and thought to himself: "In the entire Yixing Pavilion, I only know two senior uncles. Could it be Senior Uncle Lin or Senior Uncle Zhou?"

Thinking of this, two people appeared in Liang Yan's mind, namely a scholar in blue and a Confucian robe, and a woman in blue. A smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly opened the bamboo slip.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bamboo slips were halfway unfolded, they suddenly flew out of his hands and circled and danced in the air. Bang! The sound turned into a puff of blue smoke, and then a woman's voice came from inside:

"Ting Mei Feng will see me in seven days."

This voice was dignified and soft, without any emotion, but it also had an irresistible pressure.

It took Liang Yan a long time to recover, and he vaguely remembered that Zhuo Bufan once told him about a "sound transmission jade slip". It's just that this thing is not a commodity on the street. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even masters and uncles rarely use it. What's more, I am just a handyman disciple. Why should this person go to all the trouble to use a "sound transmission jade slip"? ?

"Unless this person doesn't want others to know about his summons!"

Liang Yan suddenly had an idea and thought of a possibility. This "Jade Slip of Sound Transmission" is a one-time use and will be destroyed automatically after use, leaving no evidence behind and no fear of any disciples daring to peek on the road. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but he was afraid that the purpose of "Uncle Master" behind this was not simple.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anyone he knew who had the same voice as the jade slip. He pondered on the spot for a long time but had no clue, so he could only give up and thought to himself: "Now that he has come, let him be in peace. Anyway, there can be no Hongmen Banquet in his sect. What is the purpose of this person? It will be revealed when the time comes." You’ll know it when you see it.”

He shook his head and suddenly noticed a jade pendant floating in the air where the bamboo slips disappeared. So he reached out and took it out. When he took it into his hands, he saw that it was an extremely ordinary jade pendant with no spiritual power at all.

"It seems that this is the proof of meeting."

Liang Yan put it away and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out a green cloth bag and poured out a green token with the following four simple characters: "All methods return to the clan."

"This is the so-called 'letter order'!"

Thinking of the secret sword cultivation techniques in the Chuan Gong Pavilion, Liang Yan felt hot in his heart and couldn't wait to walk out of the room and walked towards the Chuan Gong Pavilion.

He followed the sect map and walked for about half an hour when he suddenly saw a green and tall mountain peak, and a stone tablet on the mountain path with the words "Chuangong Mountain" engraved on it.

"This is it!" Liang Yan checked the map and climbed up the stone steps.

He is now at the fifth level of Qi training, plus he is an individual practitioner, so climbing mountains and ridges is just a piece of cake. In less than half a stick of incense, Liang Yan had already reached the top of the mountain.

I saw a vermilion loft lying across the top of the mountain. The reason why it is called "lying" is because this loft is too big, covering an area of ​​about tens of feet square. It is not the same as the Zhenmai, which is only six or seven feet wide. The library is comparable.

This vermilion attic is divided into three floors. On the middle floor is a huge plaque with three characters: "Chuangong Pavilion".

The entire attic has one door each in the east, west, north and south, with a total of four doors. There is a wooden table in front of each door, with a gatekeeper sitting on each door. Liang Yan observed the cultivation levels of these people. At least they were at the 8th level of qi training, and the highest one had even reached the peak of the 9th level of qi training, which was half-step to the stage of foundation building.

This is just a gatekeeper disciple. With Liang Yan's keen six senses, he has already sensed the chilling atmosphere near the Chuan Gong Pavilion. It is obvious that more than one master uncle is here. It's just that the realm is too different, and he can't perceive its specific location. But if anyone dared to make trouble here, they would be crushed immediately, and Liang Yan would not be surprised at all.

With a slight chill in his heart, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the east door.

Behind the wooden table in front of the east gate, a tall man in green clothes was sitting. On his chest was a gatekeeper's identity card with the word "Li San" written on it.

Liang Yan secretly cursed that the name looked like a waiter in a shop, while he took out the "letter order" and handed it to the table respectfully.

Then Li San lowered his head and glanced at the token on the table, nodded and put it away, and said: "You have one hour to choose any two skills or secret techniques on the first floor of the Chuan Gong Pavilion."

"Junior brother understands."

Liang Yanchong cupped his hands and couldn't wait to enter the Chuan Gong Pavilion.