Eternal Tranquility

Yun Zheng stood up and said, "I will give you 20,000 spirit stones."

"Oh?" Seeing Yun Zheng again, Luo Zhen couldn't help but look at him a few more times. She turned around and asked, "Is there anyone else bidding?"

This time, it was no better than the unpopular long-distance teleportation circle. Another male cultivator stood up and said: "Twenty thousand to one."

Yunzheng looked over and said slowly: "Twenty-two thousand."

"Twenty-three thousand." The man was wearing Shaoyang sect clothes and looked like he was determined to win.

Liu Qinghuan frowned. He thought for a moment, looked for it in the field, and moved his lips slightly.

Yunzheng's face turned cold: "Twenty-four thousand."

"Twenty-five thousand." The other party refused to give up an inch of ground.

Yun Zheng stood with no expression on his face. Including Liu Qinghuan's, he only had a total of twenty-five thousand spiritual stones. Taking another look at the black translucent sword pouch, it seemed that he had no choice but to give up.

Yun Zheng sat down without saying a word. The male cultivator from the Shaoyang Sect showed a arrogant and victorious expression: "Fellow Daoist Luo, this sword pouch is mine..."

"Thirty thousand." Before he could finish speaking, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Wow, it's 30,000! Good boy, I support you, continue to increase the price." Someone shouted.

The male cultivator from the Shaoyang Sect looked over with vicious eyes and found out that it was the Wenshi Sect disciple sitting next to the boy who had just snatched the sword bag from him, and his face turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Thirty thousand one."

Liu Qinghuan stood up under Yun Zheng's stunned eyes and said calmly: "Thirty-five thousand."

Sweat dripped from the forehead of the Shaoyang sect male cultivator. He hesitated for a long time, causing the people around him to shout: "Do you still want it? If so, just increase the price quickly. Why are you taking your time?"

"Three...thirty-six thousand..." the Shaoyang sect male cultivator said with difficulty.

Just as Liu Qinghuan was about to speak, Yun Zheng pulled his sleeve and shook his head.

Liu Qinghuan smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Forty thousand!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall exploded.

"Mom, 40,000! My little heart can't bear it anymore."

The Shaoyang sect male cultivator sat down slumped with a dark face.

Luo Zhenqiao asked with a bright smile: "Is there anyone else who wants to increase the price? If no one increases the price, it belongs to this fellow Taoist."

No one bid at the scene. Liu Qinghuan took the storage bag handed over by Yun Zheng and said, "Please wait a moment."

He walked out of his seat and came to the side of another Wenshi monk: "Senior Brother Yin, thank you!"

"Why are you being polite to me?" Yin Ba said with a smile. He handed a storage bag containing 15,000 spirit stones to Liu Qinghuan: "Junior Brother Liu, well done! Look at you fighting against the people of the Shaoyang Sect. I feel so good!”

"Haha!" Liu Qing said with a smile: "The spiritual stone cannot be returned to senior brother until he returns to the sect."

Yin Ba waved his hands indifferently: "No rush, you can pay it back whenever you have it."

Liu Qinghuan nodded gratefully, returned to the stage, handed the 40,000 spirit stones to Luo Zhen, then picked up the sword pouch and returned to his seat.

Yun Zheng took the sword bag he handed over with a complicated expression, sighed at the end and said nothing.

Because of this climax, the subsequent auctions will be even more exciting. However, Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng didn't have any spiritual stones on them, so they just wanted to watch the fun.

The auction lasted until dawn. Everyone came out of the hall excited and exhausted.

Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng broke up at the intersection. He whispered: "Don't leave Ziwei Jiange's residence these days."

Yunzheng nodded: "Well, I have my own sense of discretion."

But that afternoon, he ran to Liu Qinghuan's residence and threw a storage bag to him.

Liu Qinghuan took it in surprise and found that there were 22,000 low-grade spiritual stones inside. He smiled softly and didn't refuse. He just brought out the food and wine, and the two of them ate and chatted.

The Jindan masters finally finished all the arguing two days later, and finally decided that the eleven sects would contribute resources to produce spiritual stones in proportion, and the four sects would send people to specialize in the defensive measures of the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Demon Sealing Formation.

Although the seven small and medium-sized sects have lost a lot of money, they have also won the qualification to send their own sect monks to Duanyuan's death place every year in proportion to their investment. It can be said that everyone is happy.

Once the matter is settled, the sect will send other people to build it, and the monks here in the Qi training period will go home.

Some sects began to leave the place where Duanyuan died. The Shaoyang sect who was farthest away was the first to leave, and the Huangshan sect naturally followed them. Other sects also left one after another.

Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng walked side by side on the desolate Burial Wind Tundra.

"I will go back to Ziwei Sword Pavilion tomorrow." Yun Zheng said: "I will prepare to attack the foundation when I get back."

Liu Qinghuan nodded and asked worriedly: "Is it okay?"

"What's the problem?" Yun Zheng shrugged, showing confidence: "It's you. I hope that next time we meet, you will have successfully established the foundation."

"I hope so." Liu Qing said with a smile.

Yunzheng thought of something and said, "By the way, did Mu Yinyin come to say goodbye to you before leaving?"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, he kicked away the stones at his feet, and then said: "Yes, but we didn't say anything, we just chatted for a while."

He turned his head to look at the gray sky, feeling a little melancholy and a little relaxed. When he turned back, he had regained his calm expression: "It's just a coincidence. He is a non-existent person. Even if he looks the same, he is still another person." ”

Yun Zheng hooked his shoulder: "It's good if you think so."

Liu Qinghuan smiled, but he didn't know that it left traces in his heart after all.

The word love arises out of nowhere, maybe it's just a look at each other in the past life, maybe it's a dream in this life, so a seed is planted, and then it sprouts and grows without realizing it, until it grows into a towering tree. Difficult to remove.

When we are young, the emotions that flow through our hearts may seem fragile and inadvertent, but they will continue to be remembered and reminisced in our later lives, bringing with them a touch and sweetness that is hard to find when we grow up.

Yunzheng left with the people from Ziwei Jiange on the second day, and Wenshi sent on their way home on the third day.

The entire journey was silent. A month later, the spirit ship landed in front of the Taiyi Hall, and the eighty-seven surviving disciples of the Wenshi Sect were taken to the side hall. Each of them was given a jade bottle and rewarded with two thousand sect contribution points.

The hearts of the disciples finally fell into their stomachs. They were worried all the way, fearing that the sect would cancel the rewards for the Foundation Establishment Pill due to this incident.

Everyone smiled happily, and quickly put it away after just one glance.

Xuan Bo and others came to say goodbye to Liu Qinghuan. We have experienced life and death together, and our friendship has increased a lot, and we all agreed to visit often in the future.

On the way to Zhulin Mountain, Bai Fengming curiously asked Liu Qinghuan about the corpse demon.

Bai Fengming also reached the third floor of the underground palace at that time, but he was dragged into the cave by a group of spiders. Although he experienced many dangers, he was lucky enough to escape the capture of the corpse general.

The two chatted all the way and broke up at the intersection. Liu Qinghuan flew back to Zizhu Courtyard.

After only a few months of absence, everything in the Zizhu courtyard was as usual. Due to the dust removal array, the courtyard was still extremely clean.

Liu Qinghuan released the little horned beast, walked to the quiet room at the back, arranged the Four Elephants Bagua Array, and then took out the jade bottle just distributed by the sect.

Uncorking the bottle, with the mouth of the bottle facing down, a dark green elixir full of spiritual power fell into his palm.

This is the famous Foundation Building Pill!

He held the Foundation Establishment Pill in front of his eyes with warm eyes and took a closer look.

I saw that the dark green elixir was the size of a longan, with some small patterns like meridians on the surface, all over the entire elixir. The refreshing fragrance is constantly exuding, and just one smell makes you feel a hundred times more energetic.

After putting away the Foundation Establishment Pill with satisfaction, Liu Qinghuan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and entered the sea of ​​consciousness.