Chapter 3 Freshmen (3)
Qinglin City is one of the many cities under Qingyun Sect's jurisdiction. There are three two-star powers and more than a dozen one-star powers in it. However, this is information from three years ago. I don't know if there have been any changes in the past three years. .
The city wall of Qinglin City is ten meters high, and only those who practiced in the late stage of Foundation Establishment can use their body skills to jump over it.
Under the tall city walls, the ancient and heavy dark city gates are wide open, and people come and go on the stone bridge on the moat.
Approaching Qinglin City, Chen Zong's speed dropped sharply, and when he stepped on the stone bridge, he was already walking like an ordinary person.
Fair and handsome face, clear and deep eyes, a green dress and a long sword around the waist, the appearance is impressive, it will make people's eyes bright, and they will admire secretly, but it does not make Chen Zong the focus. After all, there are many practitioners in Qinglin City. Not surprising.
Stepping into the city gate without guards, walking on the wide street paved with blue-gray bricks and stones, the crowds of pedestrians are like flowing water, and there are many shops on both sides, making Chen Zong slightly in a daze. direction to go.
The Seven Sword Tower is one of the three two-star powers in Qinglin City. It is a tripartite rivalry with the Mo family and the Black Tiger Gang, and is full of prestige.
The Seven Swords Tower is located in the southeast of Qinglin City. There are six huge sword towers surrounding the first sword tower, and within a radius of ten miles are the sites of the Seven Swords Tower.
With a sweeping gaze, Chen Zong locked on one of the sword towers hung with white cloth strips, and strode towards it. It was the seventh sword tower in charge of Chen Zhenghong.
"Brother, you are back." Wearing a white scarf and a white sackcloth, the girl's pale face was flushed with tears, and she raised the corner of her skirt and rushed towards him excitedly stepping on small steps, bringing a burst of elegant fragrance to her nostrils.
Chen Zong's heart twitched slightly, and a feeling of intimacy emerged spontaneously. This was a feeling brought about by part of Chen Qingzong's soul, because the woman flying in front of him was none other than Chen Qingzong's sister, Chen Qingyao.
"Sister, I'm back." Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong just opened his mouth and called softly.
Chen Qingzong's soul merged into his own soul. To a certain extent, he was Chen Qingzong now, and it made sense to call him sister.
"Brother, daddy" was so sad that the tears couldn't stop dripping like raindrops.
"Sister, how did Dad die?" Chen Zong also felt sad, but restrained himself very well, and asked instead.
Chen Qingzong only received a letter and learned that Chen Zhenghong had passed away, but he didn't know the details.
"Qingyao Qingyao" a hurried shout quickly approached,
Then, a person came in, and when he saw Chen Zong, he was furious and rushed towards him, slapping his palms and whistling with his palms, shouting angrily: "Who are you, get out of here."
Grabbing Chen Qingyao's arm, Chen Zong stepped forward to avoid the palm.
"Stop it, he's my younger brother." Chen Qingyao said sullenly just now.
"Your younger brother" came to take a look and saw the slightly familiar face of the young man in Tsing Yi. He was startled for a while, and a flash of shock and panic flashed in the depths of his eyes. It’s good when you come back, your sister Qingyao doesn’t think about tea or food these two days, I’m worried that she’s too sad, and you also know that your sister has been weak since she was a child.”
"Okay, Zhao Qixing, I have something to tell my brother, you can go." Chen Qingyao said coldly.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving now. I'll set up a table at the Qinglin Restaurant some other day, and treat your brother to a banquet. Remember to show your face." Zhao Qixing said while backing away with a sneer, and when he turned around, there was no smile on his face, and his eyes were cold and ferocious .
Looking at Zhao Qixing's disappearing back, Chen Zong looked away thoughtfully.
This Zhao Qixing is the only son of Zhao Zhongxing, the head deacon of the Seventh Sword Building. He is eighteen years old this year, but his cultivation is only at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. At such an age and such a cultivation, he is completely at the bottom of Qing Yunzong, but here Among his peers in Qinglin City, he was one of the best.
Chen Qingzong didn't know much about the father and son Zhao Zhongxing and Zhao Qixing, except that they joined the Seventh Sword Building more than three years ago, and Chen Qingzong went to Qingyunzong not long after.
Now it seems that there are some situations in this.
"Sister, tell me how my father passed away," Chen Zong said again.
Chen Qingyao wiped away her tears and spoke eloquently.
Chen Zhenghong's cultivation is at the middle stage of the Ninth Level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and his swordsmanship is superb. He is known as the No. 1 sword in Qinglin.
Five days ago, someone came to challenge because of the title of Qinglin No. 1 Sword.
But this time the challenger is Shang Zhonglei, the second elder of the three-star power Tie Gang Sect, whose cultivation level is even higher than Chen Zhenghong's, and is the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but since it is a sword competition, Shang Zhonglei said that His cultivation was suppressed at the same level as Chen Zhenghong's.
Shang Zhonglei is known as the Iron Mountain Sword, and the sword stands like an iron mountain in his hand.
Chen Zhenghong's swordsmanship was superb, and he insisted on breaking through the defense of the Tieshan Sword. He outmatched the opponent in terms of swordsmanship, and was about to give in. When he was concerned about the opponent's face, the clinker turned into anger and broke out with all his strength to counterattack.
In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Zhenghong was only a little higher than the opponent, but the gap in cultivation was obvious. Although Chen Zhenghong reacted quickly to a sudden counterattack, he was still a bit slow. He was hit by the sword and was immediately severely injured.
Shang Zhonglei didn't stop, and took the opportunity to add another sword, adding more injuries. Fortunately, the master of the first sword building arrived in time to block Shang Zhonglei, so that Chen Zhenghong didn't die on the spot.
But after returning to the Seven Sword Tower, Chen Zhenghong finally died because of his serious injuries.
"Originally, Dad didn't want to disturb your cultivation. He didn't let me send you a letter until he was dying. He asked you to come back." Chen Qingyao couldn't cry, Chen Zong could only hug her gently and patted her. Back comfort.
Seven Sword Building has had a rule since its establishment, no matter which building owner dies, his heirs and descendants have the priority of succession, and only when he gives up or is not good enough will it be the turn of other people in the same sword building.
Chen Zhenghong died, and Chen Qingzong was the first heir to the Lord of the Seventh Sword Tower.
"Father is in trouble," Zhao Qixing hastily opened the door and barged in, exclaiming.
"What are you panicking about?" A slow and majestic voice sounded: "Chen Zhenghong just died, so what else can happen."
"Chen Qingzong isn't dead, he's back," Zhao Qixing said in panic.
"What?" Zhao Zhongxing, who was full of beards, shook his big hand, and the teacup in his hand was shattered into pieces: "Are you sure you read it right?"
"That's right, I went to find Chen Qingyao just now, and Chen Qingyao also personally admitted that it was Chen Qingzong, not to mention that I recognize his face." Zhao Qixing vowed.
Zhao Zhongxing's eyes became gloomy, and his big hand fell on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers lightly.
"Father, could it be that the people in the black killing building took the money but didn't do anything?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help but said again.
"No, the black killing building will not do such a thing that damages its own reputation." Zhao Zhongxing narrowed his eyes, and the sharp light shot out: "In order to be sure, I will pay three times the price to ask three black killing buildings to build the foundation." The killer at the sixth level of the realm made an interception, and Chen Qingzong had just broken through to the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and one-on-one may not be the enemy of the killer of the Black Killing Tower, let alone three of them, there must have been some accidents."
"Chen Qingzong is now back alive, and he is the first heir to the Lord of the Seventh Sword Tower. With his talent, he is expected to be in charge of the Seventh Sword Tower. At that time, the other six Lords of the Sword Tower will help him, so I have no chance." Zhao Zhongxing Constantly thinking, the light in his eyes was disillusioned: "Furthermore, the Baihong Sword and Baihong Sword Technique left by Chen Zhenghong will also be inherited by him."
"No, Chen Qingzong must not be allowed to continue to live. Before the assessment, he must be shot to death." Zhao Zhongxing said to himself: "Xing'er, remember to pretend that you don't know anything and everything is as usual. I will go out for a while." trip."
"Father, where are you going?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help asking.
"Heishalou didn't complete the mission, it's their responsibility, and they must be responsible for it." Zhao Zhongxing said, striding out of the door with a burly figure.
"This is left to you by daddy." Chen Qingyao took out a gray-white ring and handed it to Chen Zong. There were fine grains like feathers on the ring.
This is the ring.
Najie is like the mustard bag or Xumijie in the Canglan world. It contains space and can store things, but of course it cannot store living things.
Recognizing the Lord with a drop of blood, Najie established contact with Chen Zong, and Chen Zong "seeed" everything in Najie as soon as he thought about it.
One cubic meter of space, this is a first-grade Na ring, not very precious, but its value is not low. It is difficult for ordinary foundation-building practitioners to obtain it, and Chen Qingzong does not have it now.
There are several things in one cubic meter of space, a long sword, two books, a letter, two small wooden boxes and a small white jade box.
Several things were taken out one by one by Chen Zong.
The scabbard is gray and white, with a flying bird pattern on it, fluttering its wings gracefully. When the sword is drawn out of the sheath, a bright sword light flashes by. There are strands of feather patterns on the bright sword, which makes it look lighter.
With Chen Zong's eyesight, it is natural to see that this is a carefully forged sword. It is the Baihong sword used by Chen Zhenghong. It was made by Chen Zhenghong at a considerable price. All above the blue light sword.
There is a huge gap between sect cultivators and non-secret cultivators, from weapons to kung fu to martial arts, there is a significant gap, even middle-grade mortal weapons can be sold for a lot of money, Not to mention mortal top grade.
Putting away the sword, Chen Zong looked at two more books, one was Baiwu Gong, and the other was Chen Zhenghong's famous swordsmanship Feihong Swordsmanship, which was a mortal-level top-grade swordsmanship.
Then, Chen Zong took out two more small wooden boxes, opened the first one, and it was shining golden.
The first small wooden box was neatly laid out with gold leaves. Each gold leaf weighed one tael, and there were a hundred pieces in total, exactly one hundred taels.
One hundred taels of gold, this is a very astonishing wealth, Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, he opened the second mouth casually, and immediately, a trace of pure aura fluctuated and escaped.
What is placed in this small wooden box is not real gold and silver, but three stones cut into squares and squares of the same size, white with many gray markings, formed naturally.
Searching the memory, Chen Zong knew that this was the primordial stone.