The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 47 Library

Jiuqu Glacier Sand!
Looking at the Xuan-level low-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Jiuqu Glacier Sand, which were densely packed, crystal clear, and exuding an astonishing cold air, Zhang Jingyuan's eyes couldn't help but a flash of surprise.

He never expected that the Jiuqu Glacier Sand would actually appear on the body of a demon cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage.

You must know that Xuan-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures are already qualified to be refined into spiritual treasures.

Not to mention the Qi refining period, even ordinary foundation-building monks cannot have a spiritual treasure with them. Usually, if a golden elixir master can have a spiritual treasure, he is considered to be doing well among the golden elixir monks.

Not to mention that the Jiuqu Glacier Sand is a relatively rare treasure among Xuan-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

As the name suggests, it grows under the glacier, and the glacier must be long enough and large enough, otherwise it will not be possible to cultivate the Jiuqu Glacier Sand. Moreover, although the Jiuqu Glacier Sand is sand, it is actually iron.

It is formed by iron essence absorbing the cold air under the glacier and slowly condensing it.

Since this Jiuqu Glacier Sand is iron, if you meet a good weapon refiner and gather it into shape and refine it into steel, you can make a good water or ice sword.

"I didn't expect that I could get such a harvest from this demon cultivator."

Zhang Jingyuan sighed twice, then put the Jiuqu Glacier Sand into his money bag, and then quickly checked the body of the demon cultivator to make sure that he had not missed anything, and then put everything, including the broken pole, into The two pieces of the ecstasy flag and the string of magic baby waist chains were also put into the purse.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. If he doesn't take it, who knows which bastard will get the advantage.

Then, he poured the bone-melting powder that he had just prepared two days ago on the demon cultivator's body.

I saw a burst of green smoke coming out of the demon cultivator's body, and the whole person and the clothes on his body disappeared quickly, and finally turned into a pool of clear water.

Zhang Jingyuan waved his hand, spurting out spiritual power, and a strong wind blew by, instantly turning the clear water into countless water droplets, floating around.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jingyuan performed this set of actions on the puppet again.

Touch the corpse, turn it into corpse, strong wind blows water.

Looking at Zhang Jingyuan's series of movements, it seems that he is an expert in destroying corpses and exterminating traces.

"However, the city gate should be closed now."

After taking a look at the sky and calculating the time, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but frown slightly.

Although he was not afraid of any danger, sleeping in the wild was not as comfortable as lying on his big, soft bed.

The mattress on his bed was made from the down of hundreds of birds, ground into thread and then woven. I don’t know where Zhang Meifeng got it.

In his previous life, Zhang Jingyuan spread it on his bed when he saw no need for it. However, after Zhang Meifeng saw it, he was still unwilling to do so. He had fought hard for a long time to get the good thing.

But in this life, he took the initiative and spread it on his bed. After Zhang Meifeng saw it, he groaned for a long time.

He ran all the way and arrived at the city gate. As expected, the city gate was closed.

Zhang Jingyuan sighed softly and settled down as he came. He found a sheltered place and sat down cross-legged.

Less than two hours later, the spiritual energy in his body had just circulated for a large period of time. At this time, he could faintly hear chatter and the neighing of horses coming from the city gate not far away.

As I said before, Yanyang City is a small town, so there are not too many merchants coming and going every day. Now, most of the people who come to the city gate waiting for the door to open are some vegetable farmers from nearby villages, wood cutters, or simply hard laborers. them.

Zhang Jingyuan even saw a familiar figure in the middle.

The little girl Ruan Baizhi helped.

It was still early, and there was still a strong chill and moisture in the air. The little girl's face was red from the cold, and she rubbed her palms and stamped her feet from time to time. Behind her was a small basket with several kinds of food in it. Common wild fruits around.

And judging from the little girl's calm and composed expression, it probably wasn't her first time selling fruit in the city.

"How much does this fruit cost per pound? Is it sweet or not?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Zhang Jingyuan walked straight over.

"One spirit coin and two kilograms. It's very sweet. Big brother, please try it. If it's not sweet, it won't cost you any money."

Seeing a visitor coming to the door, the little girl stood up gracefully, said crisply, took out a fruit from the basket, wiped it and handed it to Zhang Jingyuan.

He wanted to refuse, but looking at the little girl's expectant eyes, Zhang Jingyuan bit into the fruit.

"It's indeed very sweet. Give me two pounds."

The smile on the little girl's face became even brighter. She quickly weighed two kilograms of fruit for Zhang Jingyuan, and even acted like an adult, deliberately lifting the weight high.

After paying the money, Zhang Jingyuan took the fruit and walked towards the city gate.

Walking under the city gate, Zhang Jingyuan turned around and saw that he had just made an advertisement to the little girl. At this time, the little girl was already surrounded by three or four customers who wanted to buy fruits.

"It's good to support yourself."

The corners of Zhang Jingyuan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile of relief.

However, at this moment, the city gate happened to open, and Zhang Jingyuan walked straight in and gradually moved away.

Arriving at the door of his house, Zhang Jingyuan looked at the wide open door of his house and couldn't help but frown slightly.

I pushed the door open and took a look. Sure enough, Zhang Meifeng hadn't come back yet.

"My dearest old mother, things are getting more and more excessive now." A trace of displeasure flashed across Zhang Jingyuan's face. Recently, he discovered that Zhang Meifeng's so-called night shift was becoming more and more frequent, which was also an important reason why he could often have breakfast.

But in the past, Zhang Meifeng would rush back as soon as possible in the morning even after working the night shift. But now, not only did he often not see Zhang Meifeng at night, he couldn't even see Zhang Meifeng in the morning.

He put the fruit in his hand on the table and sat on the chair in the living room for a while. Zhang Jingyuan felt uneasy for some reason.

"My dear old mother, is something going to happen? Or maybe she was unlucky and met the demon cultivator's puppet on the way home?"

Zhang Jingyuan said to himself.

At first, he was just joking, but after waiting for nearly an hour, Zhang Meifeng still didn't come back.

Now Zhang Jingyuan couldn't sit still at all. He had an idea and walked out of the house.

After walking only two steps, Zhao Mingyang's home came into view and appeared in Zhang Jingyuan's sight.

Zhang Jingyuan casually picked up a piece of mud from the ground, flicked his hand, and hit the second-floor window of Zhao Mingyang's house accurately.

Ten breaths later, Zhao Mingyang's head appeared on the window.

"Brother Jing, wait for me, I'll be down right away."

Zhao Mingyang shouted, grabbed a piece of clothing, and ran down directly.

At the breakfast stall, Zhao Mingyang swallowed the fragrant and oily big buns in his mouth and couldn't help but said: "Brother Jing, what are you worried about? You asked me to come out for dinner this morning."

In the past two or three months, he had occasionally had dinner with Zhang Jingyuan in the morning. Like today, Zhang Jingyuan had breakfast with him. In these two or three months, it was really the first time for a big girl to get into a sedan chair.

"What's on my mind? Eat quickly. After eating, let's go to the library and play for a while."

Zhang Jingyuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Mingyang and said angrily.

"What fun can there be in that poor library..."

Seeing a look of anger on Zhang Jingyuan's face, Zhao Mingyang instantly choked back his unfinished words and ate the buns quickly.

Even if Zhao Mingyang recognized the situation, Zhang Jingyuan also took a bite of the bun in his hand angrily.

To be honest, if he didn't know where the Yanyang City Library was, he wouldn't bother to look for Zhao Mingyang.

Well, yes, Zhang Meifeng has worked in the library for ten or twenty years, but Zhang Jingyuan still doesn't know where the library is.

There was no way, Yanyang City was a small town, and the library was not an important landmark building in Yanyang City. Zhang Jingyuan had nothing to do before and needed to go to the library to find Zhang Meifeng.

After eating, Zhang Jingyuan followed Zhao Mingyang to the library after turning two streets.

Looking at the library in front of him, which consisted of about three or four three-story buildings, Zhang Jingyuan instantly reconciled with himself.

In this dilapidated, squat house, even the signboard hanging at the door, three of the six characters "Yanyang City Library" on it have been almost worn away by the years. Who knows, this It's the Yanyang City Library.

If Zhao Mingyang hadn't led the way, he might have passed by here a hundred times and wouldn't have even noticed that this was where his mother worked.

"What are you doing? The library is not open yet. Come back in half an hour."

Seemingly seeing Zhang Jingyuan and the two standing at the door of the library, a thin man walked out of the concierge and shouted loudly.

"Uncle, we are not here to read in the library. I am here to see my mother. My mother is Yue Yaru."

Zhao Mingyang said directly, and when he announced the name of Zhao's mother, he winked at Zhang Jingyuan.

As a family member of a library staff member, he felt that he still had the privilege of entering in advance.

"Accountant Yue's son?"

The man looking at the door glanced up and down at Zhao Mingyang, and Zhao Mingyang nodded repeatedly.

"Accountant Yue's son doesn't even think about coming in early. He says when the door opens, and no exceptions are made. I tell you, even if the curator's son comes, he must wait until the opening time. He will never Exceptions may be made.”

But to Zhao Mingyang's surprise, the man watching the door refused without any courtesy.

Seeing the man in front of him who was so righteous and upright, Zhao Mingyang was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

If you knew this, he just wanted to enter the library gate. If you didn't know this, you would have thought that he was planning to break into the inner house of Yanyang City Yamen.

"Otherwise, uncle, if we don't go in, you can help me find my mother, Zhang Meifeng, and tell her son to come find him."

Zhang Jingyuan suddenly said.

Although he was helpless, since he said he wanted to abide by the rules, that was all he could do. He couldn't just use his flying sword and hit him just for this matter, right?

"Zhang Meifeng? Is that your mother?"

But who knew that after the man at the gate heard this, his originally cold poker face was instantly filled with a smile.

After getting Zhang Jingyuan's affirmative answer, the gatekeeper hurriedly said: "It turns out to be Meifeng's son. Come in quickly. It's cold outside. Don't freeze."

With that said, he pushed Zhang Jingyuan enthusiastically and walked into the concierge, leaving only Zhao Mingyang standing there blankly.

(End of this chapter)