If you are not in charge of a family, you don’t know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt. Zhang’s family has been in Binhai City for more than ten years, and the family has not been on the right track in the first few years. The savings, that is, after Zheng Hengyun established the foundation, and the Zhang family had a few more monks in the late stage of Qi training, the situation gradually improved.

Zhang Shiping also handed over the detoxification method of strange birds and strange poisons that he obtained from the alchemy-clothed middle-aged foundation-builder cultivator to his father by the way, and let him arrange it.

At that time, when Zhang Shiping asked the alchemy and foundation cultivator, saying that he intended to exchange for the alchemy formula, the foundation establishment cultivator responded with an extremely forced smile. But when he saw the spirit stone given by Zhang Shiping, he not only took out the alchemy formula, but also took out the key points of alchemy that he had written down by the way.

Zhang Shiping was naturally very happy to see this foundation-building cultivator who knew the current affairs so well.

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Zhang Tongan drove the magic weapon and flew towards the Chongling Mountain Range.

Zhang Shiping originally wanted to send his father there directly, but Zhang Tongan himself wanted to go to Qiyue Valley to chat with someone. Zhang Tong'an raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Shiping, and said, he himself is not too old to move. Zhang Shiping had no choice but to respond, and said a few words in succession, the compliments that the sword is not old but old and strong, caused Zhang Tongan to frown for a while. The son is so strict, he has been practicing and practicing all day long, and he is fooled by a good daughter's family!

Zhang Shiping always said that the relatives are relatives from generation to generation, and Zhang Shiping suddenly realized that he was afraid that it was his own father. Seeing that he had no children, he loved Xi'er as his granddaughter. Received the Chongling Mountains. Zhang Shiping naturally agreed to this matter, but he never thought about it in his heart.

Xi'er, a child with two spiritual roots of water and wood, is naturally not bad in talent, but his mind is off the hook, and he is still undecided. Zhang Shiping will not mess around with her temper, Zhang Shiping is very caring about the descendants of Senior Lin, if it were someone else, he would at most lead her into the door, and then he would talk about his own practice and put it aside , self-life and death.

But now that Xi'er has already established her foundation, it is impossible for him to protect her for the rest of her life. In a few years, when she reaches the middle stage of foundation establishment, in addition to getting her a few second-level top-grade and top-grade attacks Magical artifacts, and prepare a few more talisman treasures for her, or spend a lot of money to buy one or two real treasures for body protection.

While Zhang Shiping was meditating secretly, a monk in green shirt who looked about 30 years old drove a silver boat and landed more than ten feet away from Zhang Shiping. He walked towards Zhang Shiping step by step, and when he reached Zhang Shiping, he saluted very respectfully, "Senior Zhang, the ancestor sent me to tell senior that the things are ready."

"All right?"

Hearing this man's words, Zhang Shiping's face was moved, revealing a look of joy.

He took out the token of restraint, turned around and emitted a spiritual light, the Ten Thousand Bamboo Formation in the Green Bamboo Valley was closed and closed, Zhang Shiping soared two or three feet high, but saw the young man in the green shirt still standing there in a daze , and then shouted, "Why don't you leave?"

"Here we come!" The green-clothed cultivator cast a longing glance at Tanaka, then stepped onto the silver boat and soared up.

This time Zhang Shiping abnormally did not let go of the young man in the blue shirt, and flew away, but stepped on his flying magic weapon and sat cross-legged. The monk in the blue shirt flew very slowly, as if he was waiting for something. Seeing this situation, Zhang Shiping closed his eyes and said lightly, "Don't look, Xi'er was driven away by the old man to practice."

When the monk in blue shirt heard this, his face was extremely ugly as if he had eaten a cockroach.

"Why, do you have any objections to this old man? If both of you have cultivated to the middle stage of foundation establishment, then as long as Xi'er is willing to do things between you and Xi'er, this old man will not stop you." Zhang Shiping saw the monk in blue Appearance, said half-jokingly and half-seriously. This green-shirted monk is also an inner sect disciple of Xuanyuan Sect, five years older than his apprentice, but this age is not too far behind for a foundation-building monk.

"Senior Zhang, is what you said true?" The blue-clothed monk was overjoyed and exclaimed.

"Can't you fly faster?"

"Senior, sit still." The green-clothed monk squeezed out more than a dozen spells with both hands, and the silver light of the boat became even more shining, and the speed suddenly increased by two or three minutes.

He turned around and entered the Green Bamboo Valley, and the light flew into the quiet room. With a wave of his sleeve, a hazy blue aura rose up around the quiet room. Zhang Shiping wiped the storage bag on his waist, and his quiet room was full of large and small dark blue flame iron. The heaviest piece of meteorite weighs more than 500 catties, and the small one weighs only three taels~lightnovelpub.net~ After an incense burn, the monk in green shirt led Zhang Shiping to land in Wuyuefang City, In the backyard of a large shop, as soon as the flying boat landed, there was an old man with silver beard and hair, sitting on a stone chair in the yard, holding a roll of yellowed books, reading very carefully .

"Fellow Daoist Ming Yu, long time no see, how you've been doing lately." Zhang Shiping got off the flying boat, and greeted the old man loudly.

"It can't be done. After beating the three daughters in a row last night, I feel lack of energy. I'm not as fierce as I was when I was young!" Zhang Shiping shouted. When he arrived, he was still fascinated by reading the book. After two or three breaths, he came back to his senses. He closed the book, put it on the table, stood up and walked towards Zhang Shiping.

Although Master Ming Yu looked like a fairy, but what he said casually made his family and younger generations hide their faces, and also made Zhang Shiping quite speechless.

Zhang Shiping was far away, and when he saw the book that Master Ming Yu put on the stone table, he saw the words 'Yu Fang Shen Ji' written on it, and Zhang Shiping immediately looked away.

"Fellow Daoist Ming Yu, what's the matter? You didn't call me here to talk about these things, did you?" Zhang Shiping also knew this person, so he couldn't follow his words, otherwise, this fellow Daoist Ming Yu would really be able to tell the story of yesterday. What happened in the evening, I told myself in detail, so Zhang Shiping asked directly.

"Sit down first, so why are you in a hurry? Zhang Daoyou is only in his early 100s, unlike the old man who is almost 700 years old. You have plenty of time. Why do things seem to be reincarnated? Siming, what are you doing standing up? Why don't you pour two cups of tea here." Daoist Ming Yu invited Zhang Shiping to sit down together, and then called out to the green-clothed monk.