Chapter 364 Liufeng Hall

Seeing that Song Qingming seemed a little disappointed, Feng He smiled and replied: "That's true, but this space magic weapon is not an ordinary thing. Even if there is nothing good in it, this magic weapon alone is sought after by many high-level cultivators. If you take it directly to a large auction, you should be able to exchange it for a lot of spiritual stones. This is not considered a fortune!"

Hearing Feng He's comforting words, Song Qingming's expression did not change. His eyes were still on the green jade pendant in his hand.

He is still a foundation-building cultivator with no big background. Holding such a spiritual object that can only be used by high-level cultivators, it is difficult to explain the origin of this thing. If someone recognizes that this thing comes from a demon cultivator, he will not be able to explain it clearly at that time.

"Senior Feng He, do you have any way to open this thing in advance?"

Seeing that Song Qingming was still unwilling to give up, Feng He sighed and said, "This thing has been restricted by the demon cultivator. If I had not lost my body, it would not be difficult to erase these. It's a pity that I am only attached to the puppet with my soul now, and I can't use too much mana to forcibly erase the restrictions on it."

"Since even the senior can't do it, this thing can only wait until the future to see if there is a chance to open it." Song Qingming said and carefully put away the green jade in his hand.

As soon as the sky was bright the next day, Song Qingming packed up his luggage and set off on his way home again.

The Black Stone Valley is six or seven thousand miles away from Qinghe County, and there are several counties in between. In order not to attract attention, Song Qingming tried to avoid crowded towns along the way, and walked in secluded places with few people. It took almost ten days before he slowly returned to Qinghe County.

When he arrived near Funiu Mountain, it was already dark. In order not to alert the family law enforcement team on duty on the mountain, Song Qingming put on a hidden spirit shirt to hide his figure before entering the mountain protection formation.

After returning to Funiu Mountain, Song Qingming immediately put away his robes and hats, which were clothes that concealed his identity, and changed into the green Taoist robes he often wore on the mountain, and walked slowly to the top of the mountain.

Just as he reached his cave on the top of the mountain, Song Qingming suddenly stopped and turned around to look behind him with a look of surprise.

"Seventh Brother, how did you cultivate your spiritual consciousness? I just got a little closer to you, why did you find me so quickly?"

Seeing Song Qingyu jumping down from the rocks behind, Song Qingming smiled and shook his head at her: "Didn't I give you the Soul Forging Technique a long time ago? Cultivating spiritual consciousness is not like other techniques. You still need to put in some effort to get results. If you are willing to work as hard as I did in the past, you will be stronger than me sooner or later."

Song Qingyu walked forward, looked at Song Qingming, and then looked at the cave door behind him that was still closed, and asked with some doubts: "Seventh Brother, did you go out and just come back from outside?"

Hearing Song Qingyu's question, Song Qingming also knew that she should have seen some clues about him and guessed that he had not been in seclusion in the cave all the time.

"Qingyu, there are many people on the mountain, so it's better for you to know some things. Don't tell others that I have been down the mountain. Remember?"

Seeing that Song Qingming, who always had a smiling face in front of her, suddenly became serious at this moment, Song Qingyu seemed to understand something in her heart, and raised her beautiful eyes firmly to meet Song Qingming's eyes looking at her.

"Seventh brother, don't worry, I know what to do. No matter what happens in the future, I will believe you."

Song Qingming patted her shoulder gently, and a smile of relief slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then turned and walked into his cave.

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One year later, in the Fairy Phoenix Tower in Qinghefang.

Song Qingming was in a private room on the first floor of the restaurant, enjoying the delicious spiritual food on the table while looking through the detailed accounts of the restaurant in recent years. On his left hand side, there was also his nephew Song Xinhu, who had become the shopkeeper of the Fairy Phoenix Tower.

More than a decade ago, Li Quan, who knew that his life span was about to run out, finally gave in before his death and agreed to his granddaughter Li Hongyu and Song Xinhu to become a Taoist couple. Under the arrangement of his second sister Song Qingwan, the couple officially took over Xianfeng Tower three years ago.

After briefly reading the account book in his hand, Song Qingming smiled and nodded to Song Xinhu who was standing beside him.

"Not bad! Also, because Qinghefang has been a little worse than before in recent years, Xianfeng Tower will also be affected. I didn't expect that you have increased your profits more than usual this year. I will tell your fourteenth aunt and let her record you and your wife in the family's treasure pavilion."

After listening to the mature middle-aged appearance, Song Xinhu hurriedly bowed to the family's supreme elder in front of him, took the account book handed back by Song Qingming, and happily withdrew.

Not long after Song Xinhu withdrew, Song Qingming, who was almost full, also got up and left Xianfeng Tower and came to the noisy streets of Fangshi.

In recent years, as the Floating Cloud Mountains have gradually stabilized, many independent cultivators in Qinghefang have left and started heading north to look for opportunities. As a result, the business of various shops in Qinghefang has gradually become worse than before. Some of the independent cultivators' shops in the market that were not doing well have even begun to close down.

After walking slowly in the crowd, Song Qingming put away his cultivation, put on a black hat, and came to a shop called "Liu Feng Tang".

This is a shop that sells various low-level spiritual objects. The things sold in the shop are very messy. There are some magic tools, talismans, spiritual herbs, and spiritual medicines, but most of them are the lowest-level middle-low-grade spiritual objects, and there are not many really valuable things.

Several mortal guys were busy sorting out a bunch of messy spiritual objects that had just been purchased in the store. When they saw another person suddenly walk in at the door of the store, a young mortal woman, they quickly tidied up their appearance and walked to the door to greet him.

"Master, what do you need? Our shop has all kinds of spiritual objects, and we also have newly refined puppet beasts. Would you like to take a look?"

Song Qingming glanced at the woman sideways, but ignored her. He strode into the shop and said to a young man who looked like a shopkeeper behind the counter:

"Is your boss in the shop? I want to ask him to help me see if this set of formation flags can be repaired."

Hearing Song Qingming's question, the shopkeeper, who had been reading a book with his head down and was a little fascinated, and didn't pay much attention to the customers in the shop, immediately looked up at Song Qingming and the formation flags in his hand, and then pointed to the back of the shop and said: "The boss is in the back hall, you can just go in."

After Song Qingming walked into the back hall, the shopkeeper's face suddenly changed, put away the books he loved so much before, and looked at the door of the shop intently.