In the first-class cave, the host and the guest took their seats.
This cave is located at the core of the first-level spiritual vein, at the foot of the mountain. It can be said to be an excellent place for cultivation.
To show his sincerity, Ge Buhui did not even activate the restrictions of the formation, and invited Li Qinglin to come in.
Ignoring the graceful female cultivators with different temperaments on both sides, Li Qinglin blew away the spiritual mist that was so thick that it almost condensed into water, and slowly sat down at the table.
Seeing Li Qinglin so calm and composed, Ge Buhui couldn't help but feel more moved.
"Zhuang Yanjing left the Three Mountains of Qingshitan many years ago. If he knew that his junior nephew had already established his foundation, his expression and reaction would be very interesting."
Thinking of this, Ge Buhui made up his mind to inform Zhuang Yanjing about this matter later.
He can't be the only one who lost his temper.
Ge Buhui took out tea sets, spiritual tea and spiritual fruits from the storage bag.
After a slight hesitation, with a look of pain in his eyes, he still took out a jar of mud-sealed spiritual wine.
With a crisp sound, the wine jar was opened.
A strong aroma of wine wafted out. Li Qinglin seldom drank, but at this moment, just a slight sniff made him feel relaxed, warm and light.
"This is..." Li Qinglin's heart moved.
"Second-level premium spirit wine, Baihua Brew. I think you are familiar with the person who brewed this wine. He is the old man Chunji in Baihua Valley.
He was a solitary man and had not shown up for decades. Every spring, he would brew twelve jars of spirit wine, half of which he would give to his friends and the other half he would pour out to nourish the flowers in the Baicao Valley.
As Ge Buhui spoke, he took out the jade cup and poured wine.
In the dim sunlight, Baihua Niang is like a crystal clear gem, sparkling with a faint light.
The color is deep and mysterious, and every drop is full of spirituality.
Li Qinglin drank the whole cup, and while his mouth was filled with fragrance, he felt as if he had received a spiritual baptism. Even the Qingmu Dharma Talisman in his body moved differently, and its light became brighter.
This glass of wine saved Li Qinglin at least half a year of hard training!
This is because his is a top-grade talisman, and the resources required are far greater than those of middle- and lower-grade talismans.
If an ordinary foundation-building cultivator drinks it, it will probably take three or four years to improve their cultivation! "This fellow Daoist Chunji is actually good at brewing wine? It seems that if I have a chance, I should visit him and discuss Dao..."
Li Qinglin thought silently in his heart.
It's not that I'm after his Hundred Flowers Wine, but I've stayed in Hundred Flowers Valley before, and I've owed him some karma, so I should make some good connections.
"Senior Ge, why do you treat me like this? Why don't you just tell me?"
As the saying goes, one cannot receive rewards without merit. Although there is some friendship between him and Ge Buhui, it is not worth this sip of Hundred Flowers Wine.
"My friend, you really have a keen eye. I will speak frankly."
Ge Buhui said: "Since the fall of the Cha family, the foundation-building cultivators in the family have died one after another, and the backbone forces of the three mountains of Qingshitan have been severely damaged.
Although two or three fellow Taoists have established their foundations in recent years, their vitality is still seriously damaged.
My friend can be considered as a native of Qingshitan. Would you be willing to join the Three Mountains of Qingshitan and be a worshiper in Taichu Dao Palace?"
It is true.
Li Qinglin's expression remained unchanged. He did not answer, but instead asked, "Senior, I think you know that I, Han, also contributed to the downfall of the Cha family... Senior, are you not afraid that I am a spy of the Yuxu Sect or the Wumeng?"
Hearing this, Ge Buhui shook his head and said,
“It doesn’t matter who wins or loses in the fight between the Cha and Xu families. As long as my Taichu Dao Palace exists, these immortal houses will not be able to cause any trouble.
As for the spies..."
Ge Buhui held up his beard and laughed, "Unless you are the lunatic Li Qinglin who dared to break into my Qingshitan and rob the auction twenty years ago, otherwise even if you are a spy, so what?"
Ge Buhui revealed immense confidence.
Taichu Taoist Palace is the core Taoist tradition left by Taoist Jialing himself, which is far beyond the comparison of the major immortal cultivation families in Qing, Shi and Tan mountains.
Among them, there must be the power of the Golden Core level.
Li Qinglin looked at Ge Buhui with a gloomy gaze and nodded, "Senior, what you said is absolutely right."
Ge Buhui's eyes showed a smug look.
Ge Buhui opened her mouth, but she didn't expect Li Qinglin to refuse so bluntly.
He was silent for a while, and finally said bitterly,
"If you change your mind in the future, my Taichu Dao Palace will always be open to you."
"Thank you, senior. Han will take his leave now."
Ge Buhui looked at Li Qinglin's young back, which gradually flew into the vast white clouds.
It is so ambitious and has such a bright future.
He looked at his own body again, which looked old and exuded the strong aura of an old man.
After a long time, a melodious sigh was heard, "Time, time..."
…
"Friend Mingjingzi, I'm back to see you again."
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In front of the mirror tomb.
Li Qinglin poured a pot of spiritual wine and patted the stele.
The grave is silent, with only the rustling sound of spirit wine moistening the soil.
On the journey of cultivating immortals, there are countless bones and young deaths.
I wonder how many of the cultivators who met Li Qinglin can make it to the end.
"Huh? This mark?"
When Li Qinglin was about to leave, he casually scanned with his soul and was shocked to find that there was a faint metallic light passing under the soil where he had watered the spiritual wine.
He retreated several dozen feet before he used his magic power to move the soil.
It was discovered that under Ming Jingzi's tombstone, outside the coffin, there was a magical instrument called a cover that fit tightly and looked like transparent glass, placed upside down.
"Nine Yin Coffin Cover?!"
Li Qinglin recognized the origin of this magic weapon.
A second-level low-grade magic weapon with no other magical uses but only one effect.
That is to prevent tomb robbery! No matter how skilled you are at moving mountains or how hard you try to steal gold, you cannot dig a hole and enter the tomb.
If someone with high cultivation level attempts to rob the tomb, the Nine Yin Coffin Cover will destroy itself along with the coffin inside.
"I saw the coffin being put into the coffin with my own eyes, and the last time we worshipped, there was no Nine Yin Coffin Cover! Judging from the traces, it seems that it was newly arranged a few years ago..."
Li Qinglin's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
Last time, there were offerings, incense, and unburned paper money in front of the tomb.
Then relate it to the scene in front of you.
Could it be that he really is the little disciple of Ming Jingzi?
"Shen Dan Tong'er, could it be that you have had the opportunity to obtain some kind of inheritance, not only has your cultivation improved greatly, but you can even produce such an unconventional second-level magic weapon?"
Li Qinglin muttered a few words in his heart, but did not want to pursue it too much.
After covering the grave with soil and sand, Li Qinglin glanced at the grave. "Fellow Daoist Mingjingzi, I wonder if this little disciple you taught is good or evil..."
Li Qinglin shook his head, then turned and left.
…
Shiguangling, Xu Family Manor.
Three years later, the Xu family seems to be thriving.
Not only was an immortal seedling with superior spiritual roots born, but there was also a new foundation-building cultivator in the clan.
It can be said that there are many good things coming.
(End of this chapter)