Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 132 Spiritual Rain

   Yan Ji.

  An inner disciple of the Xuantian League.

  Born in a small family in Wenshui City, he has shown talent in martial arts since he was a child, and he was supported by the strength of the family. He has already reached the ninth rank at a young age.

  It is only one step away from the tenth grade.

  This person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and wide mouth, and a square face with Chinese characters. He is less than thirty years old, but he has a weather-beaten look.

  The gray and old cloth robe on his body was very clean, and it could be seen that he was not rich.

   "Sit, sit!"

  Led several people to sit, Yan Ji looked at the child in Qian Xiaoyun's arms, opened his mouth, his eyes were sad:

   "I thought that you and Xun Jian would be able to avoid the disaster here, but I never thought that even in Huojiabao, I still couldn't survive."

   "Don't worry, sister Yun, I will find a way to cure the child."

  Qian Xiaoyun nodded silently.

  She knew Yan Ji's character, dull and honest, she couldn't say words of comfort, but the sincerity in her eyes was something she had never seen for a long time.

  Huo Xunjian's death was a heavy blow to her.

   For a long time, there is nowhere to vent the pain in my heart, only to cry silently in the dead of night, and to act strong at dawn.

   Zhou Jia is a nice person.

  But his temperament is too cold, making it difficult for people to get close.

  Now Yan Ji's few words seem to have turned on the switch of grief in her heart for a long time, and the tears can't stop flowing down.

   "Sister Yun!"

  Yan Ji looked flustered and at a loss:

   "Don't cry, don't cry, Xun Jian certainly doesn't want to see you like this, if he sees you, he might think I'm bullying you."

  He has a dull personality, and he is not good at feelings or dealing with people, and now he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet.

   "I'm fine." Qian Xiaoyun shook his head lightly:

   "I just remembered the past and couldn't control it. Brother Yan, don't worry."

  Zhou Jia sat opposite and had the right to be the audience.

  He was not interested in the stories of the two of them. He only knew that the Huo family brought a group of people to Hongzeyu, hoping to make a living.

  Huo Xunjian and Qian Xiaoyun are among them.

   period.

  They met Yan Ji and became friends.

   Later, for unknown reasons, the Huo family offended a certain force and had to flee back to Huojiabao. Huo Xunjian and Qian Xiaoyun got married later.

   "Ice cream cake!"

   "Dried fish...eight cents a tael of salted fish..."

   "Blue porcelain, satin, rouge gouache..."

  All kinds of yelling came from the street, and the bustling crowd below could be seen through the window.

   This is just an inconspicuous small street in Wenshui City. You can still see people coming and going on the street, and it is peaceful and stable.

"very nice."

  Luo Xiuying gnawed on a shortbread, with tears in her eyes:

   "It would be better if Dad was here."

   Zhou Jia reached out and rubbed her head.

  Compared with Huojiabao, the atmosphere here is more reassuring, and old men with gray hair can be seen on the street from time to time.

To know.

  Even in the inner city of Huojiabao, there are very few old people.

   This gave Zhou Jia a lot of confidence in his future life.

  He never forgot his intentions.

   live,

   On this basis, increase strength.

  This world is too dangerous. Zombies, beasts, monsters... Even the black iron powerhouse cannot guarantee that nothing will happen.

   Only by living can there be hope.

  A safe place like Hong Zeyu can undoubtedly provide the basis for living.

   Not like the outside...

   "Boom!"

   A loud noise interrupted his contemplation.

  On the street, several people in black uniforms surrounded a big man in a strong suit, each armed with a weapon, and rushed towards him fiercely.

  Whether it is a big man or the people who besieged him, they are not weak, with six or seven ranks of cultivation.

  They acted without any scruples, pedestrians and shops on the street were immediately hit, and in the blink of an eye there was a mess.

  The shelves were overturned to the ground, food was trampled on at will, and swords and swords were flying.

   Several pedestrians couldn't dodge in time, got involved in it, and were cut by swords, fell to the ground and screamed.

   "Mijia Xingwei, who is that man, how dare he offend them?"

   "In Wenshui City, who dares to offend them? That person seems to be from the Qi Family Martial Arts School. He was targeted. This time the martial arts school is over."

   "But the purchase of the martial arts hall caused disasters, and the price offered by the Mi family is too low."

   "Speak carefully, speak carefully."

  All kinds of whispers came from around, even if the talent of listening was not aroused, Zhou Jia could hear clearly, and his eyes could not help but sink.

   It seems that this is not a paradise.

Too,

  How can there be a happy land in this world?

"what!"

   "Poof!"

   There was a scream.

  Although the strong-dressed man had great means, he couldn't hold back in the face of the siege of several people. After desperately hacking and killing two people, he was hanged with a knife.

  Blood splashed all over the long street.

"tidy up!"

  One of the black uniforms beckoned:

"let's go!"

   Immediately, someone trotted over, picked up the corpse on the ground, picked up the dropped weapon and money bag, and followed Mijia Xingwei away.

  As for the people who were affected just now...

   I can only admit that I am unlucky.

   "The Mi family is one of the three major families in Wenshui City. There are several black iron powerhouses in the family. For generations, their children have worshiped in the inner sect of the Xuantian Union."

  Seeing the different complexions of several people, Yan Ji whispered:

   "Here, the Mi family must not be offended."

   Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

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  Although Yan Ji is plainly dressed, he is an inner disciple of the Xuantian League after all, and his strength is not weak, so his income is actually not low.

  It's just habitual saving, coupled with the excessive consumption of martial arts, and the lack of accumulation of wealth.

   Therefore, the Yan family is still a small family.

  In order to entertain distinguished guests, Yan Ji arranged several people in a nearby inn, and even rented two simple courtyards at a high price.

   The sun is hot.

  In the corner of the courtyard, it was drizzling.

   Zhou Jia, who had changed into a long casual dress, stood aside, with his hands behind his back, and looked at the weeds watered by the drizzle seriously. It seemed that there was something interesting, which made him addicted to it, and he didn't want to leave for a long time.

   "Source power?"

  Yan Ji appeared next to him, narrowed his eyes and felt it, and said:

   "I heard from Yunmei that brother Zhou's martial arts are amazing, and he can stand shoulder to shoulder with tenth-rank masters. Who would have thought that he also practiced source power spells?"

   "Rain belt source power, but the spirit rain technique?"

   "No." Zhou Jia shook his head.

   "What kind of spell is that?" Yan Jiyin was curious.

   "Three Treasures Top Grade Supreme Treasure Patent Lingyu Technique!" Zhou Jia looked serious.

   "...?" Yan Ji's mouth twitched:

"What's the difference?"

   "..." Zhou Jia thought about it seriously:

   "The name is different."

   "Okay!" Yan Ji was speechless, looking up at the sky:

   "I came here this time to tell Brother Zhou that there is a way to get into the inner sect, and one of my brothers can find someone."

   "Oh!" Zhou Jia's eyes brightened slightly:

   "See you when?"

   "Tonight." Yan Ji said:

   "Ask him to meet and discuss it. I'll let you know when the restaurant is settled."

"it is good!"

  Zhou Jia nodded.

  Until Yan Ji left, he stood motionless, carefully watching the weeds watered by the drizzle, and took a long time to look away.

"I see…"

   Then turned around and went back to the room.

  Yan Ji didn't know that there were no weeds here, but these weeds actually grew in a very short period of time.

  Spiritual rain technique?

Do not!

  It is the Supreme Supreme Treasure of the Three Treasures, the Lingyu Technique!

  ...

  "Since the Dalin Dynasty fell into the Ruin Realm, the common people have been attacked by fierce beasts, monsters, and zombies all the time, and cannot live in peace."

   "In order to resist danger and inherit blood, all the sects in the Jianghu gathered together, and under the call of Dingfajian Nangong, the Xuantian Union was formed."

   "Xuantian League has eight inner sects and thirty-six outer sects. Only by worshiping the inner sect can they stay in the station and obtain the top inheritance."

   "If not, you need to achieve the Black Iron Realm, or become a slave under the disciples of the inner sect, in order to exchange these benefits."

   "If you enter the outer door..."

   "It is necessary to leave the vicinity of the station and go to other places."

   "Wait a minute." Zhou Jia frowned, raised his hand to interrupt Yan Ji's words:

   "The thirty-six branches of the Outer Sect are not in the Xuantian Union?"

   "Not bad." Yan Ji nodded:

   "Each branch is far away from the station, and has its own city."

   "Of course, the branch inheritance is not weak. Each branch is an inheritance that may or has appeared silver masters."

   "Why?" Zhou Jia was a little puzzled:

   "There are so many people, wouldn't they spread out..."

   Before he finished speaking, he stopped, as if thinking of something.

   "You guessed it?" Yan Ji chuckled:

   "There used to be a world where all the masters were gathered in one place. At the beginning, people's lives were healthy and healthy, until they met a golden beast."

"Then…"

   "The inheritance of this world is gone."

  Zhou Jia nodded.

  This is equivalent to diversification of investment.

  Although focusing on one point can resist certain crises to a greater extent, once the limit is exceeded, this stud-like betting will destroy everything.

  Xujie.

  Even if it is the inheritance of a world, it means that if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

   "With Brother Zhou's cultivation and strength, it is impossible to obey others' orders. The only way is to worship under the black iron powerhouse of the inner sect."

  Yan Ji continued:

   "Every black iron powerhouse has a certain quota of apprentices every year, and now Qiankun Dao Ke Jingzhi Senior Ke has several places."

   "Quota for apprentices?" Zhou Jia asked:

   "Could it be that the black iron strongman has restrictions on accepting apprentices?"

   "Of course!" Yan Ji nodded:

   "If there is no restriction, wouldn't the top powerhouses among the black iron **** away all the apprentices, who would choose others?"

   Zhou Jia understood.

   "It is also for this reason that the black iron masters of the inner sect are extremely strict in accepting apprentices. If you want to be a disciple, you must either be talented or have a deep background."

   "Or..."

   "Just enough money!"

money,

  Everyone likes it.

  Even the strong black iron will let go as long as they are given enough things.

   While speaking, one person pushed the door open and entered.

   "Brother Yan, I've been waiting for a long time!"

  The visitor was tall and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and the large robes did not fit him very well. He cupped his hands and greeted Yan Ji:

   "It's a bit late for something, sorry, sorry."

   "It's okay." Yan Chen stood up and motioned to Zhou Jia:

   "Bai Yuan, a friend of mine, this is Zhou Jia. As I said, he is young and already has a ninth-rank cultivation base."

   "Strength, even more amazing!"

   "I know, I know." Bai Yuan nodded casually, as if he didn't really believe in Zhou Jia's strength, he pulled a stool and sat down:

   "My uncle is senior Ke's housekeeper, and he asked someone to come to senior's door the year before last. The price at that time was ten source crystals."

   "Right now, the price remains the same."

  He cut straight to the point:

   "Based on my relationship with Brother Yan, my share is fine, but my uncle needs to explain something, eleven source crystals."

   "Eleven?"

  Yan Ji's complexion changed slightly:

   "Is the price so high?"

  Before, he never thought that it would be so expensive.

   "You think." Bai Yuan rolled his eyes:

   "This is the quota for inner disciples. If it weren't for Brother Zhou's ninth-rank cultivation, no matter how much money you spend, it would be useless."

   Zhou Jia didn't say anything, just looked at Yan Ji.

  He doesn't have a good impression of Bai Yuan, giving off a frivolous feeling, and it's hard to gain his trust, so we can only see Yan Ji's attitude.

"This…"

  Yan Ji hesitated:

   "Otherwise, let's go back and discuss it again?"

   "Then you can discuss it." Bai Yuan's face darkened:

   "However, whether there will be a letter by then, it may not be known."

  Yan Ji's body froze.

  He is not good at speaking and has few friends. Bai Yuan is the only way he can find, but the price is indeed a bit high.

   At least, to him.

  One source crystal is comparable to a thousand source stones, and this is only in principle. In fact, a thousand source crystals cannot be exchanged for one source crystal.

   At least, plus 20%.

"So be it!"

  Seeing Yan Ji's ugly face, Zhou Jia pondered for a while and made a decision:

   "Eleven source crystals, wait a moment, Brother Bai."

  (end of this chapter)