Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 106 Zhang Muran
The tall and solid walls of Tucheng could not prevent the drifting of sand in the wind.
Just like the misty sand cannot cover the neatly planned bluestone buildings in the earthen city and the solid and magnificent city tower in the deepest part.
The wind was so strong that the window frame shook slightly.
I propped my head up and looked into the distance. There was dust and smoke everywhere, and nothing but wind and sand. That direction was the direction of the Red Flame Mountain.
Zhang Muran has been staying in Tucheng Inn for ten days.
This consumed thirty low-grade spirit stones.
As an inner disciple of the Huayan Sect, she can obtain ten low-grade spirit stones from the sect every month to ensure her practice and survival.
It certainly sounds like a lot, enough to make most casual cultivators envious, but ten spirit stones must be used for cultivation and to ensure food, clothing and other expenses.
Magical weapons, elixirs, even flying swords, or the rouge and powder that girls love to use, any of them requires spirit stones to pave the way.
Therefore, this amount of spirit stones seems a bit insufficient.
Although there are occasional activities like sect competitions in the sect with generous rewards, Zhang Muran is very clear that his qualifications are only limited to being able to enter the inner sect of the sect and have a glimpse of hope of building a foundation after several decades.
As for competing with the sect's geniuses, that is simply impossible.
The world of cultivation is so cruel that the total amount of resources will be controlled by a few people in a virtuous cycle.
Ten days is the deadline Zhang Muran set for himself.
It was also the time interval from the time when the Green-faced Dragon revealed Ji Ba's identity on the Red Flame Mountain to today.
It was at that time that she received an unfamiliar voice in her consciousness, which came from the Silver Demon that was talked about by everyone, asking her to wait in Tucheng.
Ji Ba has a bad reputation, especially among female practitioners who avoid him as much as possible.
She could just go back to Huayan Sect, and she might never see Ji Ba again in the future. So what even if the other party had malicious intentions?
But inexplicably, she chose to wait in Tucheng for ten days.
Sun Xuan didn't say anything about her choice.
In his heart, the reason why Zhang Muran chose to go alone was because of what he had said on the Chiyan Mountain, asking Zhang Muran to devote himself to Ji Ba in exchange for a chance for several people to survive.
Thinking about it later, he felt a little guilty, so he took his two fellow apprentice brothers and returned to the sect first.
"Your dad asked me to bring you something..."
Zhang Muran still remembers the content of the original message.
It’s like when the weather gets cold in late autumn and the little boy next door is asked by his elders to bring winter clothes.
But his father Zhang Dacai? He was just a casual cultivator with very low talent for cultivation. How could he be related to the villain who killed the black tiger and the green-faced dragon with one sword?
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen my father for many years.
When people calm down, they always think of many things. Zhang Muran's thoughts drifted away. He remembered that he lost his mother when he was three years old, and he was raised by Zhang Dacai alone.
Every once in a while, Zhang Dacai would go out for a few days in a mysterious way, traveling day and night, getting dirty and tired, and coming back very late.
I often complained that he wore tattered clothes and didn't care about the life or death of my daughter.
Every time this happened, Zhang Dacai would grin and apologize with a smile.
Then I cooked a pot of braised wild boar meat and watched her eat it.
"Are you satisfied just by looking at me?" She would ask Zhang Dacai coldly every time.
But he always smiled, holding his pipe without saying a word.
The wrinkled eyelids almost squeezed the cloudy eyes into a slit.
My father can't speak, doesn't like to speak, and has a bit of a stutter...
Sometimes when you are bullied in the sect, you will always hear that someone from a certain family is the elder of the sect.
Someone comes from a family of cultivators and has a strong background.
So-and-so has relatives in the upper thirty-three clans.
A certain family has so many spirit stones that they can never use them all.
She will have resentment.
She blames her parents for giving birth to her but not giving her the same conditions as others.
But when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she closed her eyes and the image that kept coming to her mind was Zhang Dacai, smoking a pipe and grinning at her.
And the braised wild boar meat with wild star anise, fennel, bay leaves and the fattest and best meat in the mountains between August and September.
Next time I see my father, I will smile more and spend more time with him.
I won't be that cruel to him.
Fortunately, although my father's cultivation level is not high, as a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, his lifespan can at least exceed a hundred years, which is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Thinking of this, Zhang Muran suddenly felt fortunate.
The people at the next table were talking about what happened on Chiyan Mountain.
She has heard a lot in the past ten days.
The cultivators who often come to the inn to eat always start by saying that there is an evil cultivator coming up the mountain, who is dressed very vulgarly but has superb swordsmanship and extremely powerful cultivation.
Pretending to be a silly fat sheep, he is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.
At first, Zhang Muran suspected that it was the silver demon.
Because the timing was very consistent, but then she denied this inference.
Not to mention that Ji Ba was dressed very normally, it was said that the cultivator in the foundation-building stage also suffered a great loss at the hands of that evil cultivator and almost had his underwear stripped off.
She saw with her own eyes that Ji Ba killed the Green-faced Dragon who was half a step away from building his foundation.
It's incredible, comparable to some geniuses of the Huayan School.
But half-step foundation building and foundation building are two different concepts, and the difference is almost calculated in multiples.
And it seems that he is even younger than himself. Even if he has extraordinary talent, how can he kill a foundation-building cultivator?
At the very least, he should be like Xue Wentian, who is praised by everyone when they mention him.
Only a small group of young cultivators who are at the top of the cultivation world could kill an ordinary foundation-building cultivator in the early stage of Nirvana.
Also ten days ago, when it was already dark, Xue Wentian flew straight towards the Chiyan Mountain like a meteor across the night sky.
Some people say that a great battle took place on Chiyan Mountain...
Then it fell silent again.
This news gave Zhang Muran a sense of foreboding. As time went by, she became more and more suspicious whether Ji Ba was dead.
He died at the hands of Xue Wentian, who wielded a sword to fight demons.
After all, the name Xue Wentian is very important to her, and even to her sect, Huayan Sect.
They are all as far away as the stars in the sky.
How could the well-known geniuses of the upper thirty-three sects be compared with the Huayan Sect, a second-rate sect that is still trying its best to gain entry into the lower thirty-three sects?
Xue Wentian is destined to become a great cultivator. He is different from other living beings. There are always such people in this world who make you realize that you are not as extraordinary as you imagined, but just ordinary and nothing special.
Zhang Muran stared blankly at the wind and sand outside the window, a little absent-minded.
When I came to my senses, I found that there was a person sitting opposite the square table.
A monk without even any hair left on his eyebrows, and she had never seen such a shiny head.
"Zhang Muran?" Wang Chen asked tentatively.
On the Red Flame Mountain, he deliberately memorized the aura of the female cultivator.
Having successfully achieved second nirvana, his ancestral energy is vigorous and his sea of consciousness is even more powerful with the support of the big tree inside his body.
It didn't take much effort for him to find the female cultivator.
Zhang Muran was stunned, then became a little suspicious.
Because Wang Chen's appearance has changed so much, he now gives people the feeling that he is even more monk-like than a monk.
There are countless Buddhist practitioners every day, and they are not noticeable at all.
"It's me." Zhang Muran finally recognized Wang Chen.
She was inexplicably nervous.
In the sect, most geniuses like Wang Chen’s level are inherited disciples and would not even look at her.
