Chapter 6: The Three-Colored Gourd to Calm the Meridians

Time flies, and the years are like water, passing by so slowly, without a trace, and without a trace.

"Brother Ye, you don't care about gains and losses, you are loyal and righteous, and I am ashamed of myself."

Zhu Yue sighed secretly, wondering how similar his son is to his father?

"Ge'er, go get three hundred spirit stones and send them to Ye Yang."

After a pause, Zhu Yue continued, "This young man is good. You can get in touch with him more, but you can't offend him or get too close to him."

"You represent the Zhu family. Feitianmen is the upper sect after all, not like my family. Do you know that?"

"I know, I know, it's annoying, of course I understand this."

Zhu Mange was absent-minded, but she laughed in her heart

"That Ye Yang seems to have some fame in Feitianmen. Let's see how I can play him in the palm of my hand. It just so happens that I have just come to Feitianmen, so I can take advantage of it."

...

During the day, Ye Yang had just finished practicing and saw Bai Zizhen again. He was staggering and walking towards the Sutra Library.

His fingers were shining with three colors of light, and he was holding a two-foot-long gourd vine.

The gourd vine was shining with red, yellow and blue, and the light was brilliant, which was quite extraordinary.

"What is this?"

After seeing Ye Yang, Bai Zizhen took the initiative to speak.

"This is the seventeenth generation seed of the sect's treasured vessel, the Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd. It took a lot of effort to cultivate it and I plan to plant it in the Sutra Library. You might as well come with me to plant it."

The Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd is the treasured vessel of Feitian Sect. It can transform into the sun and release the spirits of thousands of fire crows.

The reason why Feitian Sect was able to defend the great foundation of its ancestors while surrounded by wolves.

The Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd has made an indelible contribution.

He had heard that when the first ancestor of Feitian Sect was practicing in the mountains, he came across an old gourd vine with a gourd hanging on it, so he picked it.

Later, it was refined into a magic weapon and nurtured for thousands of years, becoming the treasure of Feitian Sect.

All the weapons used by cultivators to protect the way are divided into grades such as thousand-forged elite weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and treasure weapons.

Among them, magic weapons are precious and require dozens of main and auxiliary materials to be refined. Most cultivators who have just broken through to the warrior realm do not have extra financial resources to refine them.

Most of them are just thousand-forged elite soldiers.

As for spiritual weapons, they are above magic weapons. If a magic weapon has a trace of spirituality and is in tune with the master's mind, it can be called a spiritual weapon, which is extremely powerful.

And treasure weapons have the function of moving mountains and filling the sea. They are extremely precious and rare, so they are also called treasure weapons for suppressing the meridians.

It means that owning a treasure weapon can suppress one side and prevent it from being peeped by the villains.

It is said that there are Taoist weapons above treasure weapons. As for how powerful the Taoist weapons are, Ye Yang does not know.

At this moment, the two of them arrived at the Sutra Library. Bai Zizhen took out the jade hoe and dug a small pit in the pavilion. The two carefully planted the gourd vine in it.

This Sutra Library is already rich in spiritual energy and fertile spiritual soil. The three-color gourd vine is planted in it, with green leaves stretching and vines spreading.

Although it is not big, there are faint flashes of red, yellow and blue light, which is extremely gorgeous and beautiful.

Finally, Bai Zizhen buried three more spiritual stones in the soil to provide nutrition for the gourd vine.

"The spiritual vein nodes under this Sutra Library converge, and the spiritual energy is the most concentrated. I hope that this gourd vine will grow up to be a talent, protect the Sutra Library, and protect my Feitianmen."

Bai Zizhen looked at the gourd vine and smiled.

Ye Yang followed him and said, "Master Bai has paid so much, this gourd vine will definitely not disappoint Master Bai."

Bai Zizhen smiled and glanced at Ye Yang.

"You are the only one who can talk. Okay, go and practice quickly."

At night.

Ye Yang sat in the house, took out a short pen and a piece of yellow paper, and wrote down something from time to time, carefully planning the next plan.

The time for the Zhang family to ask for help has come, and he plans to ride the Tuoyun horse and go to the Zhang family as soon as possible.

"Just."

Thinking of this, Ye Yang slowly wrote the words "Awakening Destiny" on the yellow paper.

The destiny is extremely mysterious. It is the external manifestation of one's state of mind, aptitude, and understanding of life.

Some people are born with it, while others never have it in their lifetime.

But it is basically opened at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven. Feitianmen offers sacrifices to the heaven every ten years, and the ceremony will begin two months later.

Opening the destiny means that the speed and potential of cultivation will be further increased in the future.

However.

"To open the destiny, you need a pulse protection pill, which is expensive."

Ye Yang frowned and wrote the three words of pulse protection pill on the paper again.

The only function of this pill is to protect the body's meridians. Even if the awakening fails, it can protect the precious body from damage.

"One pill is four hundred spirit stones, and two pills are needed together."

After writing the words four hundred spirit stones, Ye Yang sighed secretly. He only got forty spirit stones a month.

Excluding the daily expenses for cultivation, he could not save much. After years of frugality, he only saved more than three hundred spirit stones, which can be said to be empty in his pocket.

In addition, his father died early, and the only legacy he left behind was this building with a yard.

Although it was expensive, he couldn't sell it and live in the woods.

Although after his father died, the sect gave him a large amount of contribution points as a pension.

But contribution points are rare and precious, and there are greater uses. He didn't want to use them to exchange for pulse protection pills.

"Dad is an honest man. Sometimes I think if he wasn't so honest, maybe he wouldn't have died so early."

Ye Yang thought to himself that honest people do the most work and lose the most benefits.

And honest people often get the least benefits.

Dad has been honest and incorruptible for many years, never received any bonuses from others, lived a hard life, led by example, and finally died at the hands of others.

Otherwise, his life would be much better now.

"If possible, it would be nice to renovate the house and rent it to new disciples."

The house left by Ye's father has three entrances and three exits, and covers a large area. At that time, it took Ye's father's life savings just to buy the land.

After the land was completed, Ye's father used the convenience of his position at that time to draw a scattered spiritual vein from the main spiritual vein of the sect and built an ancient well.

After years of cultivation, the spiritual well was full of spiritual energy, and the scattered spiritual energy alone was enough for him to practice.

The disciples recruited by Feitian Sect were arranged in caves or collective houses.

The spiritual energy was shallow and it was very easy to delay practice, so many people were willing to rent a house to practice.

However, the house repair, house renovation, courtyard renovation, and the arrangement of various spirit gathering formations.

It would cost another sum of money, and I'm afraid it would cost more than the price of a pulse protection pill.

...

A few days passed quickly.

In the early morning, when the morning glow faded, the sky and the earth turned silver-gray.

The sky was still dark, and the milky white smoke from cooking and the dust from the sun that was about to come out blended together, like a thin layer of cellophane covering the walls, roofs, and treetops.

Ye Yang sweated profusely, and waved the Fengshuang Knife five thousand times without hesitation. After twelve turns of wild spirit.

He packed his luggage and left Feitian Gate in the dark, ready to go to the residence of the Zhang family of "Chazi Zhang".

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw a slender figure standing in front of the door.

It was a girl with fair skin, tall figure, cold temperament, and long legs. It was Zhu Mange.

There were no elders in front of her today, and she was wearing a white tulle pleated skirt.

But the white dress could not hide her plump, plump, and full and attractive figure at all.

Especially the pair of proud and surging breasts in front of her chest, which were even more charming under the looming restraint of a big red rose bra.

The convex parts are convex, and the concave parts are deep and fragrant. The tender white skin looks even whiter against the white clothes.

The deep concave groove on the chest always attracts men's eyes.

"Brother Ye."

Ye Yang didn't know why Zhu Mange came to see him so early in the morning.

So he didn't talk to him, but waited for Zhu Mange to continue.

Zhu Mange was bored and said, "Brother Ye, I and a few friends have established a justice society in the sect. Can you come to stand in the team and help us strengthen our momentum?"

She walked with her legs straight and slender, and her plump and tall upper body stretched her bra tightly.

The fragrance came, but Ye Yang's first reaction was to refuse. Although the person in front of him was a great beauty, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

From ancient times to the present, the affairs of the society are often the initial prototypes of gangs, small hills, and small circles. The Zhu family can get close, but they can't have too much contact.

"I'm going out recently, and I don't know when I can come back."

Ye Yang didn't refuse directly, nor did he agree directly, but said something ambiguous.

Zhu Mange stomped her feet.

"Brother Ye, don't forget, there is still, and..."

She wanted to use the beauty trick to lure Ye Yang to be her thug.

"Wait a minute!"

After saying that, Ye Yang walked into the house, and soon after.

With a creak, the old wooden door was opened by Ye Yang.

Ye Yang took out a piece of paper and pen and handed it to Zhu Mange.

Zhu Mange said, "What is this?"

Ye Yang said.

"Junior sister, the engagement was just a joke at the beginning. My father and Uncle Zhu Yue both know that it can't be taken seriously."

"That's what I meant. Why don't you and I write a book and let the two families be even from now on."

"You..."

Zhu Mange wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to turn her face. She originally wanted to use this to plan Ye Yang to help her.

But she never thought that she almost shot herself in the foot.

He had no choice but to stop the paper and pen, and then said.

"Brother, what are you talking about!"

Ye Yang naturally understood Zhu Mange's thoughts and put away the paper and pen.

"Junior sister, I wonder what plans you have for the future."

Without waiting for Zhu Mange to speak, Ye Yang continued: "Three months later, after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens, it will be time for the battle for the "Flying Seven True Ones". Junior sister will definitely not give up this opportunity."

Flying Seven True Ones is the highest title of the younger generation of Feitian Sect, not just a title.

It also involves the future distribution of sect interests, personal treatment and promotion channels.

As a member of the family, how could Zhu Mange not know the value of the Flying Seven True Ones, so her breathing became heavier.

"Brother, do you have a way?"

"Of course, I can guide you in your practice and help you analyze and plan to obtain the title of Flying Seven True Ones. Now we can sign a contract."

"Then what do I have to pay?"

Zhu Mange is not stupid. Everything has a price. There are hundreds of disciples in Feitian Sect, and I don't know how many people are eyeing this sweet cake.

"Six hundred spirit stones."

Zhu Mange smiled. It seems that Senior Brother Ye is very short of money.

However, six hundred spirit stones are expensive. When she first arrived at Feitian Sect, she only had thirty spirit stones a month.

Six hundred spirit stones is equivalent to two years of income, but she is the youngest daughter of the Zhu family, and her pocket money is higher than the sect welfare.

Ye Yang is quite powerful in Feitian Sect. She has just arrived here, and it is not a bad thing if she can get his cultivation guidance.

Although it is a very embarrassing thing to talk about money with a beautiful woman, Ye Yang is not a person who cares about face. Face is the cheapest existence in this world.

For him at this stage, what he needs most is spirit stones.

With spirit stones, he can buy pulse protection pills to add a guarantee for the heaven sacrifice ceremony.

He can also renovate the house, build a courtyard, level the soil, attract tenants, and earn rent.

Over time, spirit stones will accumulate like a snowball.

"Okay, but can it be less? How about 500 spirit stones?"

Zhu Mange hesitated for a while and gave the current price. It seems that she is afraid that Ye Yang will regret it. She said, "I will deliver it on the spot."

Ye Yang was silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became deadlocked.

Zhu Mange was afraid that Ye Yang would go back on his word, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, then six hundred spirit stones."

Then, Zhu Mange took out a bag and said, "This is three hundred spirit stones, please accept it, Senior Brother."

Then, she took out another bag, counted out three hundred spirit stones from it, handed it to Ye Yang, and said, "Senior Brother Ye, please count them."

Although she was surprised why the other party prepared two bags.

(1) Note: méi shuò zhī yán. Méi shuò: someone who arranges marriages. Introduction by a matchmaker. [Source] "Mencius·Teng Wengong Xia": "Without waiting for the permission of parents, the words of matchmakers, and peeping into each other through holes, parents and countrymen will despise them."