Chapter 708 Ordinary

Divine consciousness passed by.

Zhong Songtang's face was full of sorrow, and he said sadly: "Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, how come you only have this remnant of your soul left."

"It's a long story." Mr. Wu couldn't help but sigh.

He felt that what he had done back then might not work out, so he entrusted the inheritance token to Zhong Songtang.

If he dies, all those belongings will be left to his brothers, so as not to become other people's frivolous wealth. If he is lucky enough to survive, he can still take them out for future trouble.

The most important thing is the thing he stored in Tianji Pavilion. With that thing, it is possible to escape from the current situation of being helpless.

Lu Jing let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was right in his bet.

At least judging from the current situation, it does look like a joyful reunion between old friends.

At that time, Mr. Wu said that his old friend was worthy of trust, but he had doubts in his heart. After all, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Maybe he was trustworthy at that time, but it has been so long and there is only a remnant of his soul left, so maybe he is a sheep in a tiger's mouth.

Fortunately, Mr. Wu's old friend is reliable.

Zhong Han was slightly surprised and his expression converged.

This monk who didn't know where he came from was really related to his family. In this case, the damage caused by Lu Jing's fighting would have to be taken care of.

Wei Wei held his forehead and sighed: "I only have a small salary, won't it be gone again?"

Even though he said this, he also realized the seriousness of the matter.

There seems to be a remnant soul living in the cloak, and this person is very close to his father.

Zhong Han frowned.

He looked at Lu Jing and then at the cloak.

No matter what the relationship is, it should always be treated with caution to avoid causing disaster for the family.

Even though that person looked like he had no temper, he was actually unruly. He dared to take action without knowing the other person's cultivation level. He must have experienced the tip of a knife to lick blood. He wouldn't believe it if he said he didn't have any background.

Lu Jing seemed to notice Zhong Han's gaze and smiled in return.

He lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger. Since there was such a connection, it was better to ask Uncle Zhong to show him the way, so that he could repair the mysterious Taoist weapon in his hand to maximize his combat power.

But thinking about the strangeness of the magic weapon, I was hesitant.

After all, wealth and silk are attractive, let alone such treasures.

It would be troublesome if the good friendship was ruined because of his actions.

Tu Shanjun counted on his fingers how many Yin Soul Pills were needed to repair the soul flag. If there was not a large amount of evil energy, he would have to wait hundreds of years to repair the soul flag and the main soul. This would be a long time.

Of course, he doesn't even have any fingers now, so even if he wants to show a change, he has to draw the banner master's mana.

"Come on, Han'er, come and meet your Uncle Wu."

"..."

For a long time, I talked about some of my experiences in previous years.

Zhong Songtang arranged for Lu Jing and Mr. Wu to live in his house, and he would help settle matters on Dongmen Street. If there were any difficulties, don't worry about it yourself. Unfortunately, the price of the Tianji puppet was high, and there was no market for it, but he could also Use your position to inquire.

If the Tianji puppet appears, Wu Zhu can get rid of the state of the remnant soul.

It also avoids taking away other people's bodies, and can prepare for reincarnation in advance. After all, the strength of the Tianji puppet is mostly forged according to the monk's lifetime. In addition, the materials used are similar, so they will not be as difficult to adapt to as the body.

However, the price of such treasures is naturally high.

"Uncle, don't worry, we have spirit stones." Lu Jing said with cupped hands.

Zhong Songtang was surprised. He admired and said with a smile: "My good nephew doesn't know the value of Tianji Puppet."

He didn't say much, just thinking that he was a child who had never seen real wealth, but his heart was good, and he was equally happy, and it was hard to deny his interest.

Mr. Wu made no excuses. Lu Jing's property was too large and it would not be a good thing to reveal it now.

And he doesn't need a supreme treasure like the Tianji Puppet. He only needs a Nascent Soul-level imitation puppet, because he has something hidden in Tianji Pavilion.

"Brother Zhong, I came here not to ask my brother to find the Tianji Puppet for me, but for the token of Tianji Pavilion."

"Organization order."

Zhong Songtang smiled and nodded, raising his hand, the storage ring on his left hand shining brightly.

Immediately afterwards, a black iron token appeared in his hand. The token was entirely black and gold in color, with a precision device drawn on the front and a large character "Instrument" on the back.

The Daqi Sect claims that the treasures locked in Tianji Pavilion will never be taken out unless the person dies.

The descendants of the deceased can take away the relics with the help of tokens and keys, as well as similar bloodlines. If you die without blood, others can use the tokens and keys to open the Tianji Pavilion.

My spiritual consciousness is the highest, my bloodline is the second, and my only tokens and keys are the lowest.

But it can only be used after confirming that the first two items are not present.

If there are no first two items, Tianji Pavilion will only allow the tokens to recognize the person. Whoever holds the tokens and keys will take away the contents. As for whether the person is a friend or an enemy of the storager, this is not included in their screening. After all, Tianji Pavilion is just a neutral place.

"That's right, that's exactly what it is!" Mr. Wu said excitedly, "It's time to wait."

"That's fine."

Zhong Songtang stood up and returned the cloak to Lu Jing and said, "I just happened to have finished my official business, so I just went with my brother."

I wanted to stay at the house for a few days, just in time to have a long chat. Since business was important, it was not worth delaying, so I got up and walked down from the high seat.

"Han'er, let's go with my father."

"Yes, father."

"My dear nephew, let's go."

Lu Jing looked at the spirit boat in front of him with curiosity. This spirit boat shuttle was smaller than the small fortress-like one. However, although it seemed small, it had a large space inside. It was enough for five or six monks to ride on the steam blooming At the same time, he took off and flew straight to the Ancient Immortal Tower.

With Zhong Songtang, a monk who is at least the Great True Lord, coming forward, no one dares to stop him or cause any trouble.

The armor on Zhong Han's body was taken off, but the robes belonging to the Great Instrument Sect on his body all showed his identity. In Tianji City, the disciples of the Great Instrument Sect were equivalent to the 'prince'.

No one who is blind would provoke a disciple of the Great Instrument Sect. Even if there is a conflict, it is mostly an internal conflict among the disciples of the sect.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

In Tianji City, one brick can hit several real Jindan masters, and they may all be disciples of the Daqi Sect but do not know each other. Just like the princes, generals, ministers, and officials in the imperial capital, they all have their own unique characteristics. Due to identity and background, sometimes conflicts are inevitable.

The decoration of the Ancient Immortal Tower is still familiar, but the Ancient Immortal Tower located in Tianji City is even larger.

This is a comprehensive organization that seems to do everything except assassinations, including shops, auctions, markets, intelligence, trading, storage, transportation... and even letter delivery and other services.

And unlike other large sects, Guxianlou acts very low-key.

No matter how low-key it is, being able to drive ancient buildings to the Eastern Wasteland and even those small areas shows its strength.

No one dares to underestimate Guxian Tower. Not only because of the huge power of Guxian Tower, but also because of its extremely excellent intelligence system, it seems that there is nothing that Guxian Tower cannot detect. As long as there is a goal to search for and a huge amount of money, Guxian Tower will do it.

It is said that there is an immortal standing behind the ancient immortal tower.

Everyone regarded it as a joke and an anecdote. After all, no one had ever seen a fairy.

Lu Jing has been to the Ancient Immortal Tower more than once. Different from the previous visits, this time he plans to spend 300,000 high-grade spiritual stones to find a place with enough evil energy but no one knows about it to warm up the strange Taoist soldiers. Compared to other organizations, Guxianlou is still reliable.

"Why would my nephew be looking for a place like that?" Zhong Songtang was slightly surprised.

This kind of place is either used to refine weapons, or to nourish ghost treasures. In addition, it seems to be used as gas for internal combustion alchemy furnaces. He knows many places like this.

Lu Jing said vaguely: "One of my treasures was damaged, so I wanted to find a place like this to recuperate."

As he spoke, he lifted up the ring on his hand. It was pitted and pitted as if it had been corroded by something.

Zhong Songtang took a closer look and said in surprise: "Did he get hit by flowing gold, frost, fire and pus?"

"My dear nephew, can you let me have a look?"

Lu Jing took off the ring and handed it over.

Zhong Songtang looked at it carefully and praised: "What a Taoist soldier, but it is seriously damaged. Even if it is put into the soldier raising pool, it may not be able to be raised well. My nephew, why not melt it and build a new Taoist soldier. In this way, it can Save..."

Here he paused.

Dao soldiers are treasures that only the venerable can use to exert their power. Where can a golden elixir be reforged with spiritual stones in the later stage?

Might as well sell it for money.

"Isn't this some strange treasure?"

Lu Jing looked at Zhong Songtang expectantly.

Zhong Songtang shook his head slightly and said: "It's just an ordinary Taoist soldier with a lot of damage. My nephew is lucky."

Even though he said that, he actually felt that with Wu Zhu's eyesight, he could tell that this was a damaged ordinary Taoist weapon. Maybe the material was valuable, but it was damaged after all. It would be better to melt it and exchange it for spiritual stone money, or Or make it into a good spiritual treasure.

"This..." Lu Jing couldn't help but feel disappointed.

He thought it was some kind of treasure, so he kept hiding it.

Later, the Nascent Soul level puppet also tried to grab more, which confirmed his point of view. But the person in front of him was a high-ranking cultivator from the Great Instrument Sect, so how could he admit his mistake?

The expectations that were originally born naturally turned into regrets.

Tushanjun, who was pretending to be dead, smiled lightly.

Not to mention a great true king, if he does not manifest his magical power to make the main soul appear, even the venerable one cannot understand it and will only regard the ring as an ordinary Taoist weapon.

Possessing magical powers of various sizes, he can transform into other weapons and armors.

But they don't have the magical powers of other weapons.

Although Tushanjun doesn't care about other people's opinions, he can't really be melted by him.

Who knows what the consequences will be.

Zhong Songtang saw Lu Jing's reluctance and continued: "There is a large pool for raising soldiers under Tianji City. It has enough spiritual energy and is the best choice for raising magic weapons. If my nephew really doesn't want to melt it, it is better to put it in the large pool for raising soldiers. Maybe some miracle will happen.”

Lu Jing's eyes lit up. He was worried that there was no place for Tao Bing to recover.

And he didn't think it was an ordinary Taoist weapon.

Will ordinary Tao soldiers have eyes, arms and legs?

Will ordinary Taoist soldiers kill people and absorb souls, and use evil energy to repair themselves?

Is it really ordinary?

"Uncle Zhong, do you know what the conditions are for joining the military training pool?"

"Don't worry, my dear nephew, you just need to take your treasure with you."

Zhong Songtang stroked his beard.