Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 29
The old man and the middle-aged man talked a few more words, but they deliberately avoided the 'Blood Yang Sect'. They just talked about how to be more careful in the past few days, calm down, and wait for the right time.

Zhang Yuqing didn't dare to hide in the same place for too long. Seeing that the conversation between them did not involve any important matters, he escaped into the Northern Song Dynasty and waited for half an hour before quietly returning to the Li Family Ancestral Temple .

As night fell, there was only a middle-aged man sitting on the futon in the middle of the middle hall with his fists crossed and his legs crossed.

Zhang Yuqing rubbed his hands, looked around, and found that it was almost impossible to avoid this middle-aged man and enter the inner vault.

Because the hidden inner library is hidden under the futon, it is an underground secret door that can be opened.

This is easy to confirm, because it is not difficult to see from the surrounding layout and the tension of the two guards that the inner warehouse that stores most of the Li family's supplies is located in the underground dark room of this ancestral hall. middle.

"This is a bit difficult..."

He frowned, trying to approach the middle-aged man slowly.

The black soap boots stepped on the floor paved with bluestone slabs as lightly as a feather, faintly and silently.

However, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of deep pupils filled with misty aura, as if it could pierce through all concealment, and he had a panoramic view of the entire nave in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "No one? Could it be that I was also flustered and nervous?"

"I clearly felt someone sneaking in just now..."

He naturally didn't know that Zhang Yuqing was extremely cautious, just took a step and switched planes almost in an instant, and narrowly escaped his spiritual consciousness scan.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up again, and he looked back and forth angrily, but still found nothing.

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes angrily again, stood up and rummaged up and down, and was bound to find out the guy who made him uneasy.

Another half-a-quarter of an hour later, he simply sent Uncle Yuan, who was guarding the first checkpoint, into the house. The two waited for about half an hour, but everything was still as usual.

"Could it be...you and my nervousness are contagious?" The middle-aged man looked at the quiet ancestral hall with some hesitation, wondering.

Uncle Yuan shook his head slightly and said: "I don't know either. It stands to reason that if you can hide the existence of your eyes and mine so easily, at least you have to be a foundation-building stage monk. However, if you are really a foundation-building stage monk, then Why play tricks on me, even if he gets interested and slaughters Lihuo Peak, who can do anything to him?"

"Maybe it was my suspicion that affected you..."

After pondering for a long time, he said so, patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and moved to the gate of the ancestral hall to continue to stick to his post.

The middle-aged man sighed, and said to himself: "It seems that the mentality has indeed declined a lot when I get older."

"Forget it, continue to practice, maybe it's just my old eyes that are dizzy."

The middle-aged man sat back on the futon and closed his eyes to rest.

Time passed slowly bit by bit, an hour later.

In the central hall of the ancestral hall, which was lit with ever-burning candles, a sharp saber light suddenly lit up, and the saber light full of vigorous spiritual power passed behind the middle-aged man and circled around his neck lightly. I saw his head lost its support and fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhang Yuqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, gently supported the middle-aged man's head with force, and put it aside.

He shuttled back and forth between the planes eight times, and spent several hours finally getting around behind the futon, and launched a sneak attack when he was unaware, and only then did he succeed in one blow.

But now is not the time to relax vigilance, there are guards from the Li family outside the ancestral hall, everything must be done carefully, so as not to alarm others.

After searching the corpse, but found no storage bag, Zhang Yuqing moved the corpse that had lost its value, and opened the futon to reveal the basement door of Li's inner storehouse.

He opened the secret door as if walking on thin ice, and a winding downward staircase was exposed in front of his eyes.

Zhang Yuqing walked slowly into the warehouse, and the candlesticks arranged on both sides gradually lit up one after another, illuminating the underground secret room.

"Wow..."

As soon as he entered, Zhang Yuqing felt his scalp tingling and his heart beating wildly.

The first thing to enter is undoubtedly the wooden frames made of precious sandalwood on both sides of the warehouse. In order to prevent dust from falling, there are long-term effective "dust-avoiding", "fire-avoiding" and "cleaning" formations engraved on them.

And because different spiritual materials may have an influence, each different material is completely sealed by the transparent and bright water jade that has been polished by thousands of people. Under the candlelight, it reflects colorful and dazzling light, which is extremely dazzling.

In addition, there is the wooden box placed in the central area of ​​the warehouse for storing spirit stones. Its huge shape alone makes people wonder how many spirit stones are filled in it.

And the spiritual rice, which is extremely precious to monks in the Qi refining period, is naturally indispensable. Seven bags of [-]-jin spiritual rice were piled up in a corner of the warehouse, making Zhang Yuqing's saliva almost flow out.

You know, Lingmi is different from Fanmi, and can easily produce more than tens of catties per mu.

Even if a ling planter has worked so hard to sleep in the ling field every day and night and carefully serve the ling rice for a whole year, it would be great if an acre of land could produce ten catties of ling rice!

Because the growth of Lingmi not only requires sunshine, rain, and deworming, but the most important thing is the amount of spiritual energy!

Without spiritual energy, even the best rice seeds cannot grow spiritual rice!

Therefore, the circulation of Lingmi in the world of cultivating immortals has always been very small, almost equivalent to hard currency.

Almost one spirit stone is equal to five catties of spirit rice.

And seven hundred catties of Lingmi is a total of 140 spirit stones!

This is just a rough calculation. In fact, the values ​​of the two cannot be converted into each other so roughly.

Basically, Lingmi has been at the level of price but no market.

In the market, it is not uncommon for one Lingshi to buy only four catties or even three catties of Lingmi, depending on the market and harvest.

The key reason is that for the monks in the Qi refining period, compared with Lingshi, taking Lingmi can better help them practice and break through, refine mana, and restore vitality.

Zhang Yuqing's eyes were red, first he opened the storage bag in his arms, walked forward a few steps, and swept away the seven hundred catties of Lingmi.

Afterwards, he turned around and ran back to the wooden frame, uncovered the water jade cover, took out the four storage bags embroidered with the Li family emblem, and hung them on his waist.

As soon as he entered the basement, he saw these storage bags. The storage bags he got from Jiexiu were almost full, and he was worried that he might not be able to move the Li family's warehouse, but he fell asleep unexpectedly. For the pillows, there were actually four empty storage bags in the warehouse of the Li family, and now there is no need to worry about stuffing them.

(End of this chapter)