Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 148 The Wind Dish Ding and the Yao Wenqian

Fang Dushu and Ling Guya spread their consciousness and searched along the stone steps.

They found that below was an underground palace full of demon energy, the environment was dark and gloomy and terrifying.

This formation looks rather scary, but in fact, as long as you stay on the periphery of the demonic energy, there is no danger, and the demonic energy will not take the initiative to attack.

Unless you are in the magic energy and try to pass through this layer of magic energy barrier, you will trigger bloody lightning and intensive bombardment in the magic energy.

This is an anti-theft magic circle carefully designed to protect the lower secret palace.

"Junior Brother Fang, the magic power circle is right in front of you. Please use the Shenbi Bell. I will assist you with the "Yi Tian Sword Art". Let's try it first. What do you think?"

Sun Aofu sneaked into the vicinity of the demonic energy and invited Fang Dushu to join forces.

Fang Dushu nodded, accepting Sun Aofu's generous reward, he came all the way to this secret palace just to do the work of entering the formation.

He raised his hand and patted his forehead, and the divine bell jumped out of the Tianling Cap.

Seeing this, Sun Aofu said to Ling Guya: "Senior brother Ling, you might as well let the magic swan release the monster energy of its own life, wrap it around the divine bell, and strengthen the clock's resistance to electricity. The three of us will work together to break through the monster energy in one fell swoop. Enter the secret palace."

Ling Guya didn't object. After all, the magic swan didn't need to break into the formation, but just stayed outside the magic energy to assist Fang Dushu and Sun Aofu, and there was no danger.

However, even if Fang Dushu and the three of them joined hands side by side, they still had no idea whether they could succeed in this battle.

It may take a lot of effort, but in the end you have to return empty-handed and go home.

Unexpectedly, the result of entering the battle surprised them.

With the help of Sun Aofu and Ling Guya, Fang Dushu hangs the divine wall bell, crosses the magic energy and electric formation with ease, and enters the core area of ​​the secret palace with ease after only one attempt.

"This counts as a successful break?"

After passing through the electric array, Fang Dushu was in an empty secret room. He turned his head to look at Sun Aofu and sighed in disbelief.

"Well, obviously came in."

Sun Aofu did not feel the joy after successfully entering the battle. She looked around the secret room and only saw a yellow tripod standing on the ground.

There are too few treasures in the secret room, far below Sun Aofu's expectation, which is nothing compared to the reward she paid.

Look at Huang Ding's feet again, there is a skeleton lying on its stomach, it has been weathered beyond recognition.

The skeleton may be a human body, or it may be the remains of a zombie skeleton.

No matter what its identity was during its lifetime, it should have been the master of this underground palace.

Sun Aofu flicked his cuffs, and sacrificed a gourd magic weapon, let the mouth of the gourd hang upside down, and absorbed the bones into it.

After casting the spell, Sun Aofu said: "This gourd is a soul tool. This skeleton has been extinct for many years. It does not hide any remnants of soul or spiritual consciousness, only an inner alchemy remains."

Fang Dushu looked at Huang Ding: "Is there anything weird in the tripod?"

Generally, when exploring such ruins, one would encounter a sudden murderous opportunity more or less, Fang Dushu was already ready to fight.

Turns out it was unnecessary.

I saw Sun Aofu staring at Huang Ding for a while, then let out a light sigh: "This tripod is like the Fengshan tripod of the ancestor Feilu, and my family has passed down the formula to solve the tripod."

She had practiced Jie Ding Jue very early on, and after trying to use it, Huang Ding disintegrated instantly, turning into a room full of bells and tripods, floating in the air.

If she can untie the Huang Ding, it proves that this is the authentic Fengshan Ding.

Once the tripod body is disintegrated, if there is any foreign object hidden inside the tripod, it will definitely fall out.

Fang Dushu observed very carefully, only a consistent coin fell out of the tripod.

He raised his hand to grab it and took the coin in his hand.

He found that the appearance of these coins was exactly the same as that of mortal copper coins, but the refining material was different: "It's so strange! These coins have the light of glass, and the inside is filled with cotton-like clouds. They look almost like tributes. What kind of money are they?" ?”

"This is the tribute!" Sun Aofu popularized it to him: "It is said that when the demon kingdom was at its peak, they yearned for the enlightenment of the human race, and all the rules in the kingdom were on par with the human kingdom, and the tribute was also cast into the shape of copper coins and circulated as daily currency. , and named it 'Yaowenqian'."

"It's very convenient to use paper money." Fang Dushu was puzzled: "Why doesn't our Li Guozong sect collect tribute uniformly in the form of copper coins?"

Li Guo tributes are all in the shape of glass beads, no matter whether they are carried or traded, they are not as convenient and smooth as copper coins.

"The main reason is that it takes too much time to refine money!" Sun Aofu pointed out the crux of the problem: "When the tribute is formed in the bell tripod, the initial shape is spherical. If the tribute is refined into money, it will take nearly double the time. This will seriously delay the production efficiency of the tribute!"

Anyway, the tribute would eventually be put into the oven. For the monks, the round tribute was more convenient and time-saving than the money. Refining paper money was a waste of time, and it was superfluous.

The demon kingdoms of the past were poor and fastidious, and they insisted on being unique and inventing a copper coin tribute. Although it was recognized by human cultivators in terms of convenience, it was not circulated in the world of cultivating immortals.

However, Fengming Sect is adjacent to Jiuquan Snowfield, and the treasure hunting monks stationed in Xueqi City have been able to find a batch of Wenqian tributes over the years, and they all prefer to use Wenqian for transactions.

A penny is equivalent to a tribute.

The Yiguan Wenqian that fell out of the wind dining cauldron required a monk in the Qi training period to guard the bell and cauldron day and night, and worked tirelessly for several years to accumulate it.

A penny in the world is easy to earn.

A penny in the world of cultivating immortals requires several days of hard work by monks in the qi training period to earn.

This is an extremely precious tribute.

Back then when Fang Dushu was refining Taiji dishes, the total tribute he invested was about one hundred guan coins.

Picking up consistent money here today is definitely a windfall.

Sun Aofu is not very interested in Wenqian, she is still paying attention to the Fengshan Ding, repeatedly closing and unpacking the Ding, as if she is looking for something.

"Senior Sister Sun, is there something wrong with this cauldron?"

"There is another mystery on the cauldron."

Sun Aofu hung the tripod in front of Fang Dushu: "Junior Brother Fang, look, the surface of the tripod is not only engraved with formulas for solving the tripod, but also attached with a layer of dew, and there is a flow of spiritual consciousness in the water."

Fang Dushu observed intently, and found that the surface of the tripod was abnormal: "The consciousness in the dew looks like a pattern, but it is incomplete, and it is impossible to distinguish it at all."

"Not indistinguishable."

Sun Aofu's tone is firm: "My ancestor Feilu, she has a set of natal bells, called 'Fengban Lubu', the Fengdin Ding and the Lubu Bell can be used together. When the step clock returns, the dew pattern will definitely be clearly recognizable."

"Where is the dew clock?" Fang Dushu asked her, "Do you have any treasures in your clan or Feixia sect?"

"This set of bells and cauldrons was lost along with ancestor Feilu."

Sun Aofu doesn't know her whereabouts, but she will continue to search: "Since the Fengdinding Ding can appear in the snow field, Lubu Zhong can definitely do it too! If you go to Xueqi City, you may be able to find out the news. I doubt Feilu's old The consciousness left by Zu in the dew is the buried map of her mantle!"

Fang Dushu couldn't help sighing: "Senior Feilu has been lost for more than two hundred years, and the Fengshanding Ding is one of her mantles, which are now scattered in this underground palace. Even if the other mantles still exist, they may have been stolen long ago. gone."

Sun Aofu was stunned: "Maybe you are right, but I will always look for it."

She pointed to the money in Fang Dushu's hand: "According to the agreement, the relics of my ancestors belong to me, and we share the rest of the treasures equally. Why don't we go up and meet Changzhen first, and then discuss the next move?"

"it is good!"

Fang Dushu had no objection, he looked around the magic energy outside the secret room: "The magic power is triggered by the magic circle, there must be a formation flag buried nearby, I will find out the formation flag first, after the formation is closed, we will never leave again Late."

(End of this chapter)