Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Chen Yuan was startled: "Fanyangfang City?"

Pei Song smiled and said: "Yes, within a radius of ten thousand miles, only our branch in Fanyangfang City can repair intermediate magic weapons."

Chen Yuanqi asked: "Your pavilion also has a branch in Fanyangfang City?"

Pei Song was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Young Daoist Chen must have just arrived in Renzhou not long ago, right?"

Chen Yuan's heart moved and he said slowly: "Yes, Chen is a monk from Hengzhou. He came to Renzhou to travel, but he encountered an enemy unexpectedly and the magic weapon was damaged, so he came to your pavilion to find a way to repair the magic weapon. How did fellow Taoist Pei do it? Can you tell?"

Pei Song explained: "This pavilion has branch pavilions in various cities and towns in Renzhou. Everyone in Renzhou knows it, but the Taoist friends don't know about it. Therefore, Pei guessed that the Taoist monks are not monks in this state."

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that he was an outsider after all, and he still showed flaws.

Li Wenqu's cultivation level was too low, he had never left Zhouyang Academy's thousand-mile range, and he didn't even know about the existence of Baibao Pavilion.

Chen Yuan said with a smile: "Chen is ignorant and ignorant, which makes fellow Taoist Pei laugh. I am traveling north from Hengzhou along the Yuqing Sea. I have just arrived at Jinshan. I am not familiar with the surrounding area. May I ask where Fanyangfang City is?"

Pei Song said: "Fanyangfang City is 4,600 miles away to the northwest. Fellow Taoist, just go straight and stop at the Fanyang Mountains... It's simply unclear. Let's see. Pei has a map of Renzhou here, which is quite good. For the sake of details, I sent it to fellow Taoists. The location of Fanyangfang City will be known at a glance."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and flicked it, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air on the table.

"Then thank you Daoist Pei." Chen Yuan took the jade slip in his hand and examined it with his spiritual sense.

The jade slip is an extremely complicated map. Not only the major sects, cities, mountains, and rivers in Renzhou are marked, but also the mortal prefectures and counties are marked one by one. When the spiritual consciousness falls on it, it can emerge. Detailed introduction.

Chen Yuan was surprised. He withdrew his consciousness and bowed to Pei Song: "This map is so detailed, covering the entire geographical situation of Renzhou and Zongmenfang City. It just solves my urgent need. Thank you, Chen."

Pei Song stroked his beard and smiled: "It's just a map. Taoist friends can find the spiritual stones if they spend some time. Pei just needs a little effort."

Having said that, Chen Yuan remembered this favor.

There are also high and low maps. This map is so detailed and covers such a wide area. It is definitely not something that ordinary monks can possess. I am afraid it will cost a lot of spiritual stones and a certain amount of connections to buy it.

After Chen Yuan put the jade slips into the mustard ring, he reciprocated the favor and asked: "What did Fellow Taoist Pei just say about dividing the cabinet?"

Pei Song said: "This pavilion has branches in various cities in Renzhou. The scale of Fanyang branch is much larger than that of Jinshan branch under Pei's control. The master of weapon refining has extraordinary attainments and will definitely be able to help Taoist Chen repair these two pieces." "Grade magic weapon."

"As for those two kinds of spiritual materials, the back armor of the seventh-level turtle demon is quite common, and there should be no shortage of them in Fan Yang Branch Pavilion."

"But Thousand-Year Ice Silk is hard to find, and it doesn't exist in Fanyang Branch Pavilion. But if I remember correctly, there should be a few bunches in the main pavilion, but it's expensive."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Pei, for the tip. Then Chen will go to Fanyangfang City."

With a smile on Pei Song's face, he took out a brass token from the mustard ring and handed it to Chen Yuan with both hands: "Fellow Taoist, you can go with this token. Cheng Xianmo, the shopkeeper of Fanyang branch, is my senior brother. See this token." , I will definitely take care of my Taoist friends."

Chen Yuan took the token, with the word "Baobao" engraved on one side and the word "Pei" engraved on the other side.

He bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for the generous gift. Chen owes you a favor."

Pei Song said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen is serious. Repairing two mid-level magic weapons is a big deal for this pavilion."

"Fellow Taoist takes this order to Fanyang Branch Pavilion. Pei can also share some of the credit. I should be the one to thank fellow Taoist."

Afterwards, the two exchanged a few words and talked about the differences in scenery and people between Hengzhou and Renzhou before Chen Yuan stood up and left.

Hengzhou is to the south of Renzhou. Like Renzhou, it is adjacent to the Yuqing Sea. When Qingyou Zhenren visited Jiuxianzhou, he went to Hengzhou. Chen Yuan was quite familiar with it, so he pretended to be from Hengzhou.

When we left Baibao Pavilion, the sky was slightly bright and it was already dawn.

Chen Yuan took up the escape light, left Jinshanfang City, and fled to the Fanyang Mountains in the northwest according to the map given by Pei Song.

The distance of 4,600 miles was not short, and Chen Yuan's escape speed was not too fast. He flew for six hours before arriving.

It was dusk at this moment, and the twilight was like blood, slowly smearing on the winding mountains. The clouds were dyed a faint golden red by the sunset, layer upon layer, and solidified on the horizon.

In order to avoid the intrusion of mortals, Fanyangfang City was also built in the mountains. It occupies a vast area, with light rising and falling all the time, and a bustling flow of people.

This city was jointly established by three medium-sized sects. It is said that several Yuanying monks joined forces to move mountains and peaks, creating a vast flat land in the Fanyang Mountains and establishing the city.

Fanyangfang City is extremely prosperous, and monks within a radius of thousands of miles will come here to prevent the monks from escaping.

Chen Yuan dropped the light at the entrance of Fangshi, spent ten low-grade spiritual stones, bought a wooden sign from a tenth-level Qi Refining monk on duty, and walked into Fangshi.

Before Chen Yuan took two steps, three low-level monks below the fourth level of Qi Refining came forward and offered themselves as guides.

In the mortal world, their strength is comparable to that of innate masters, and they can be the overlords of one party, but in this Fanyangfang City, they can only smile humbly and look at Chen Yuan expectantly.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and pointed at one of the young monks with the lowest cultivation level, only the second level of Qi Refining, and asked: "Do you know where the Baibao Pavilion is?"

This monk was still a young man, he looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face and plain clothes. He looked at Chen Yuan longingly.

Hearing Chen Yuan's question, he looked happy and respectfully replied: "Junior will lead the way for senior!"

As he spoke, the young man bowed down, raised his hand to guide the way, and looked humble.

It is not easy for casual cultivators to survive. Although they have embarked on the path of immortality, they have no dignity. They have to sacrifice themselves just for a few low-grade spiritual stones.

Under the guidance of the young man, Chen Yuan walked into Fanyangfang City.

When passing a shop named "Xuanfutang", the young man said softly: "This Xuanfutang mainly sells magic charms..."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Yuan. Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't stop him, he continued talking.

Later, every time he passed a store, the young man gave a brief introduction. His voice was soft and his speaking speed was neither fast nor slow. It sounded very comfortable, and you could tell that he had practiced it specially.

When he passed a shop selling elixirs, Chen Yuan was very interested and asked. The young man gave a more detailed introduction. He would also introduce it in detail when he passed a similar shop next time.

Due to the dense flow of people in Fang City, the two of them were not fast and could not fly away. It took them less than half an hour to reach the center of Fang City.

The flow of people here has obviously become sparse. Most of the casual cultivators are short of money and can only stroll around the outside of Fangshi.

In the middle of the market, land is at a premium, and the items sold in shops are very expensive, so they can only stay away.

A three-story wooden building stands on the side of the street. It is exactly the same shape as the Baibao Pavilion in Jinshanfang City, but it occupies a much larger area. The three characters "Baibao Pavilion" are engraved on the gilded plaque from top to bottom.

The young man stopped, bowed his hands to Chen Yuan, and said respectfully: "Senior, this is the Baibao Pavilion."

After he finished speaking, he stood with his hands tied, his head slightly lowered, and he never mentioned the spiritual stone from beginning to end.

Chen Yuan showed a hint of appreciation, raised his left hand, and a medium-grade spiritual stone appeared in his palm, and handed it to the young man: "Well done, take it."

The young man looked embarrassed and took the middle-grade spiritual stone with both hands: "Senior, please wait a moment. I will exchange it for the lower-grade spiritual stone and give it to my senior."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "No need to look for it."

The young man was overjoyed. He carefully put the spirit stone into his arms, bowed deeply, and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior, for the reward!"

This middle-grade spiritual stone is enough for him to reach the middle stage of Qi refining.

Chen Yuan smiled, turned around and walked into the Baibao Pavilion.

Along the way, he had learned a lot about Fanyangfang City through the young man's words. There was no need to ask for a guide next time he came.

Moreover, Chen Yuan was also a casual cultivator. He knew that it was difficult for casual cultivators and the young man worked diligently, so he was willing to help him.

The furnishings in the Baibao Pavilion are exactly the same as those in the Jinshan Branch Pavilion, except that there are almost twice as many magical instruments on the walls. At least they are top-grade magical instruments, and nearly half are top-grade magical instruments.

The first floor is crowded, but extremely quiet. All the customers are quietly selecting magic weapons. Most of them are monks on the tenth level of Qi Refining. There are occasionally a few monks on the ninth and eighth levels of Qi Refining. There are very few on the seventh level of Qi Refining. There is not even a single monk from the later stage or below.

Several young and beautiful female qi-refining cultivators were walking around, and would come forward whenever someone took out a magic weapon from the light shield.

Two male cultivators from the tenth level of Qi Refining were guarding the stairs leading to the second floor.

Chen Yuan walked over. One of them had a smile on his face and was about to ask. When Chen Yuan lost his temper, the two of them turned pale and stepped aside. They bowed deeply to Chen Yuan with respectful expressions.

Chen Yuan slowly walked up to the second floor, where a dozen foundation-building monks were selecting spiritual weapons, each accompanied by a young female cultivator.

A young female cultivator came forward and said with a smile: "Senior, do you want to buy a spiritual weapon?"

Chen Yuan was relieved and said calmly: "Is Mr. Cheng of your pavilion here?"

The young female cultivator's expression changed slightly, and she immediately invited Chen Yuan to the third floor.

The furnishings here are different from the Jinshan branch, divided into quiet rooms.

The young female cultivator took Chen Yuan into one of the quiet rooms. An old man was sitting behind a square table. He was dressed in a yellow robe and had kind eyes and was slowly sipping tea.

The young female cultivator whispered a few words into the ear of the white-haired old man. The old man in yellow robe nodded: "I understand, please step back first."

The young female cultivator bowed and retreated, closing the door. The old man in yellow robe stood up, and the energy of the early stage of elixir formation radiated out.

He bowed his hands in a salute and said with a smile: "Lao Chen, Cao Zhiyuan, the deacon of Baibao Pavilion, and shopkeeper Cheng are receiving a fellow Taoist, and they can't get away for a while. If you need anything, tell Lao Chen the same thing."

Chen Yuan cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Your Excellency, Chen Yuan, was recommended by Manager Pei of the Jinshan Branch of your Pavilion to come here to repair the magic weapon."

With a thought in his mind, he took out the brass token from the mustard ring and handed it to the old man in yellow robe.

The old man in yellow robe smiled and said: "Since you know Junior Brother Pei, you are not an outsider. Please sit down and talk."

Chen Yuan sat down opposite him, and the old man in yellow robe took out a pot of spiritual tea and two teacups from the mustard ring, filled them himself, placed them in front of Chen Yuan, and said: "Please take out the magic weapon to be repaired, Fellow Taoist Chen, and take a look. "

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed it. Bing Huan and Yuan Jia appeared out of thin air and slowly landed on the square table.

"Intermediary magic weapon?" The old man in yellow robe swept away his consciousness and looked surprised. "Please wait a moment, fellow Taoist. I don't have enough authority. When it comes to intermediate magic weapons, the decision can only be made by shopkeeper Cheng."

"It's okay." Chen Yuan took back Bing Huan and Yuan Tao Armor, picked up the tea cup on the table, and took a sip.

The old man in yellow robe took out a transmission note from the mustard ring, put it to his mouth, murmured a few words silently, raised his hand and released it, and the transmission note flew out through the door.

He smiled and said: "I have informed shopkeeper Cheng about this and he will be here soon."

Chen Yuan nodded, and the old man in yellow robe took the initiative to chat with him.

The two talked for two-quarters of an hour. The door of the quiet room opened silently, and a middle-aged monk walked in.

This man was dressed in black and had an ordinary appearance, but his whole body was full of inspiration, and he actually had the cultivation level of the late stage of pill formation.

He glanced at it, his eyes stopped on Chen Yuan, he bowed his hands and smiled apologetically: "Cheng Xianmo, I kept you Taoist Chen waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuan stood up and returned the greeting: "It doesn't matter."

Cheng Xianmo looked at the yellow-robed old man again: "Junior Brother Cao, Elder Qi of the Lingwu Sect is here to purchase a low-level magic weapon. Can you please go and receive him?"

"Leave it to me." The old man in yellow robe responded, and then bowed to Chen Yuan with clasped fists, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I'm sorry to be with you."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said, "Fellow Taoist Cao, please excuse me."

The old man in yellow robe walked out of the quiet room and closed the door.

Cheng Xianmo sat down opposite Chen Yuan, picked up the teapot, filled Chen Yuan with spiritual tea, and said with a smile: "I heard from Junior Brother Cao that Fellow Daoist Chen holds Junior Brother Pei's token and wants to repair two intermediate magic weapons?"

"Exactly, fellow Taoist, please take a look." Chen Yuan said, taking out Bing Huan and Yuan Tao Armor from his dantian.

Cheng Xianmo dispersed his consciousness, examined it carefully, and said: "These two magic weapons were seriously damaged. If you want to restore them to their original state, it is best to repair them with thousand-year ice silk and the back armor of the seventh-level turtle demon. In this regard, Junior Brother Pei You should have told fellow Daoist Chen, right?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "Yes, Chen has a seventh-level ferocious beast's back armor in his hand, but it lacks the thousand-year ice silk. I wonder if your pavilion has this thing?"

Cheng Xianmo said: "Thousand-year-old ice silk is produced in Hanzhou and is extremely rare. We do have a few bundles in this pavilion, but we have to wait for a while to get them from the main pavilion, and the price is high. Can we accept it?"

Chen Yuan said: "It's okay. Fellow Daoist Cheng, please give me a price."

Cheng Xianmo smiled and said: "This matter is not urgent. I would like to ask fellow Taoist Chen to take out the back armor and take a look."

Chen Yuan looked around and frowned: "This place is so small that it may not be able to accommodate it."

Cheng Xianmo was startled, then smiled and said: "Cheng was negligent. Fellow Taoist, please follow me."

He stood up and walked out of the quiet room. Chen Yuan put away the two magic weapons and followed him down to the first floor. He left the Baibao Pavilion through the back door and came to a quiet courtyard.

Fanyangfang City has a lot of land, but Baibao Pavilion can build such a vast courtyard in the center of Fanyang City, which shows how amazing its financial resources are.

Chen Yuan took out the beast's carapace. Cheng Xianmo inspected it and nodded with satisfaction: "This carapace is enough to repair the tortoise shell. Those gloves require at least five bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk. Including the remuneration of the master refiner, the total cost is one thousand yuan." Is it possible for Taoist friends to accept top-grade spiritual stones?" (End of this chapter)