Chapter 980 Kunwu Lights the Blue Lamp

He is no longer the passionate and enthusiastic young man.

The years have left traces on his heart, smoothed his sharpness, reduced his impulse, and everything has become a passing cloud, replaced by deep tranquility.

But Qianshan still can't see through him from afar. Chen Xun shook his head helplessly and sighed, his deep eyes passed through the mountains and looked at the distant sky.

The scenery there may be more magnificent, but also more complicated.

But no matter how many calculations there are, just come to my Wuyun Sect to hide for a while. Why do you need to be so ambitious to cultivate immortals...

"Shuiyu, leave this child to me."

Chen Xun's eyes drooped, and he took a deep look at the baby boy, and gently called his name, "Qian Wuhen, little guy, are you willing to join my Wuyun Sect?"

He smiled gently, with a hint of expectation in his voice.

"Yi... Yaya!!" The baby boy smiled, pure and beautiful.

His eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore, as if telling Chen Xun that he was willing to wait for his brother to return in Wuyun Sect.

"Brother Xun, he can understand what you say." Xiao Chi was lying behind him with a little surprise in his eyes, "In the past few years of running away, he seemed to not understand what we said."

"Yes." Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes were filled with a soft and mysterious light, reflecting on Qian Wuhen's tender face.

Chen Xun laughed and stroked the forehead of the baby boy who looked like a porcelain doll with two fingers: "There are two immortal origins in his body, which is the fundamental reason for Qian Wuhen's slow growth and insane mind."

"Factory owner, this medicine has two immortal origins?!" Song Heng finally couldn't help but interrupt at this moment, "You won't live too long like this..."

"Roar! Fatty, this is Qianshan's younger brother, not a Taoist medicine!" Xiao Chi's mane swayed in the wind, looking at Song Heng with unkind eyes.

Song Heng's heart tightened, and Chen Xun's eyes were also projected at this time. Although the old man didn't say anything, this calm look seemed to contain thousands of words.

"Brother Song."

"Factory owner, I'm here!" Song Heng smiled tactfully.

"There is a grave in the back mountain of my house. You seem to be quite idle, why don't you go and live there." Chen Xun asked calmly, "What do you think?"

Damn!

Song Heng cursed himself in his heart. Why can't he control his mouth? What kind of dregs are passed down by his ancestors? !

He was embarrassed for a moment and didn't dare to speak again. Chen Xun didn't hold him anymore.

"You don't have to worry."

Chen Xun's voice sounded at this time. His voice was like a spring breeze blowing over the lake, peaceful and quiet, which made people feel indescribably comfortable, but it had an irresistible power.

It was as if he said it was okay, that was, even if the king of heaven came, he couldn't let the baby boy have any problems.

Qionghua Shuiyu looked at Song Heng's extremely embarrassed expression and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled secretly. Perhaps only Chen Xun could control this Taoist master.

"Chen Xun, you have to hold him like this."

"I know, my third sister was raised by me, so I have experience."

Not long after, Chen Xun picked up the baby boy in a hurry, very carefully, for fear of bumping him, and didn't even use a trace of magic power.

They also went all the way to the Wuyun Sect, and didn't chat outside the mountain gate anymore.

The ancient beast looked at them boredly. It seemed that the Taoist master decided not to raise it and was going to raise it himself.

...

Three days later, the blue sky was as clear as a wash, and the light was sprinkled on the earth, bringing endless vitality to the Yuzhu Mountains.

Chen Xun wrapped a piece of cloth and carried the baby boy on his back. Anyway, he couldn't understand what he said, and he couldn't understand what Qian Wuhen said. He would just raise him casually and start teaching after talking.

However, he still encountered a lot of troubles. Although he didn't know whether the child would eat milk or not, he was a bit picky about food. He didn't eat spiritual medicine or meat, but only ate pill paste.

This was told to him by Qionghua Shuiyu. Chen Xun sneered. There was no picky eating here. He could eat or not. He just needed to go hungry for a few meals.

This way of raising a child made Qionghua Shuiyu deeply suspicious. How did this Taoist ancestor raise her third sister... He raised her too roughly.

Today, they gathered in the back mountain to appraise treasures.

Several ancient treasures stained with rotten spiritual soil stood quietly. They were not as dazzling as those peerless magic weapons pursued by the world. Instead, they seemed a little dull, as if they were forgotten in the corner of time.

However, although they had no spiritual energy and magic power, they exuded an awe-inspiring breath of immortality.

This is a kind of precipitation that has gone through countless years, a kind of power that has witnessed countless vicissitudes of life. This is the incarnation of the breath of time, and it is the eternal luck!

And what Fu Tianxiu cultivated is the way of luck and time. The two are extremely closely related and indispensable.

"Wow, this workmanship is so exquisite. What kind of immortal material is it made of?"

Chen Xun was amazed. He walked to an ancient treasure and carefully observed its refining techniques. The exquisite carvings and delicate patterns all revealed a kind of transcendence.

Even let him feel a little awe in his heart.

"Factory owner, this is an ancient treasure from the era of the great killing of all races." Song Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Only in the immortal tomb can it be preserved intact by relying on the air of the tomb luck and be stained with that luck power!"

Xiao Chi also swallowed his saliva secretly. This ancient treasure was inlaid with circles of complex and delicate patterns. Its patterns were like the veins of life, flowing with endless vitality.

What’s even more surprising is that the shape of this ancient treasure is not static, but changes with the observer’s perspective and mood!

Chen Xun fell in love with it at first sight, even more than the strange stones he collected.

He couldn't help but look at Song Heng and asked, "Can't we use the things we just stored?"

"Factory owner, everything will be erased by time, no matter it is a storage ring or any stored object, only the fate of the tomb will last forever."

Song Heng's expression was unusually solemn today, "Moreover, the factory owner, when looking at an ancient treasure, you must not only look at its shape, but also feel its veins and grasp its meaning. At first glance, this pattern is made of Zi'an's ancient blood."

As he talked, he got out of hand, spitting out the origin of the object, its meaning, its race, how to distinguish fakes, etc... all at once.

Xiaochi and Gu Lisheng were very confused after hearing this, and a look of pain gradually appeared in their eyes. Song Heng, stop reading!

On the contrary, Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes dazzled after hearing this. Master Dao's knowledge of tomb luck was quite vast. She had learned so many useful things over the past few hundred years.

It's just that his words are never as mysterious and ethereal as those in the family. Instead, they have a sense of simplicity.

Chen Xun not only listened with great interest, but also took out a booklet and recorded a lot of important things. He was too idle, and now he finally fell in love with reading, no longer limited to exercise books.

Half an hour later, Song Heng finally stopped, still feeling like he had unfinished business.

"Hey, you are indeed Brother Song. You are really particular about this way. No wonder I am a spiritual stone earner in your line of work."

Chen Xun joked, touching the ancient treasure, a cold feeling went straight into his soul, making him excited, "Brother Song, this thing can be used to control the house!"

"The factory owner has a keen eye. Its real name is 'Kunwu Dian Cangzhan', and it is an absolute luck charm."

Song Heng said leisurely, with a hint of sigh in his eyes, "That immortal tomb is so huge. One piece of it can feed us for a thousand years. It's just that the things we brought out were too little. It's a pity."

"Xiao Chi."

"Brother Xun!"

"How about selling this thing directly to me? I will use it for my collection."

"Brother Xun, I came here from the Immortal Tomb for nothing, what kind of deal do we want to do?!" Xiao Chi frowned, with some unhappiness in his eyes.

"Hahaha! Good brother!"

"No, no, the factory owner..."

Song Heng's eyes widened and he looked at the poodle and the factory owner who were singing in harmony. He was shocked and said, "You haven't asked me yet, I haven't said anything yet!!"