"Chen Qingdi is not simple."

Seeing Chen Sheng walking out of cell number 16 safely again, Taoist Dapeng still looked deflated. Old Changtou suddenly realized that Chen Sheng was not as simple as he seemed.

This young man must have some ability to take meat from the prisoners and eat it.

"The special skill of Taoist Dapeng is called Dapeng Soaring to the Sky."

He did not reveal anything and talked to Mr. Chen as usual, and also revealed some of Taoist Dapeng's background.

Taoist Dapeng's escape technique was extremely extraordinary, and it took eight cultivators of the same level from the Law Enforcement Hall to block the five elements and eight directions before he was able to succeed.

"Got it. Next time I'll ask Taoist Dapeng to teach me."

Chen Sheng understood what Ya meant, but fearing misunderstanding, he explained, "He is a bit cruel, but he is very kind to me."

Every prisoner in the Black Abyss Prison is a talented person. After this experience, he will make great progress in both human nature and magic.

"In short, you just need to be careful."

Old Chang gave a bitter smile. The prisoners in the Black Abyss Prison were hard-hearted and would not respond to soft words. The only way to make them obey was to be more brutal and powerful than them.

He felt that he was not a capable person, so he did not give long speeches or instructions to the younger generation, but only made some brief reminders.

While the two were talking, a figure walked towards them, but halfway, he was attracted by something else and stopped.

"This is... White Wild Grass!"

This is a middle-aged man, wearing the clothes of a prison guard. He is a little bloated but very flexible. He has a pair of special eyes with a warm and lively look.

At this moment, he stopped by the window, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the small white flowers planted on the teacup. There was amazement and deep appreciation in his eyes.

"You like spiritual herbs, too."

At some point, Chen Sheng came to the side of the middle-aged jailer. Seeing the man's love for spiritual herbs, he felt happy, as if he had met a fellow jailer.

"I just tinker with some flowers and plants. Spiritual herbs are too precious to play with."

The middle-aged jailer touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. The life of a jailer was too idle and a bit depressing, so he became fascinated with flowers and plants. However, the evil spirit of the Black Abyss Prison was too strong, and flowers and plants generally could not survive.

When he saw the white wild grass this time, his eyes suddenly lit up. It was like seeing light in the darkness, and his heart suddenly became bright.

"Is this little flower so precious?"

Old Chang had a confused look on his face. He had no knowledge of plants and did not feel much when he saw the brilliant white wild grass.

"No, although it is a spiritual herb, it is of the lowest grade and not very valuable."

Mr. Chen explained that white wild grass is the lowest among the first-level spiritual herbs. It is really not as valuable as imagined. A ten-year-old ginseng can surpass it.

“Even so, it’s still very enviable.”

The middle-aged jailer was still envious, but he couldn't resist the brilliant white weeds and was immediately attracted to them.

"Well, you don't even introduce yourself. All you talk about is flowers and plants."

Old Changtou didn't know much about spiritual herbs, so he talked about people and said, "This is Dafu. He is a jailer in Area A11 like you. He usually hides in a corner and studies the habits of flowers and plants."

The prison guards in Area A11 are very loosely organized and the area is so vast that it is normal that there is no intersection for a while.

Generally speaking, they all do their own things. Even though he is nominally titled as the "Prison Boss of District 11A", his power is very small and almost useless.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

With the help of Lao Changtou, Mr. Chen and Dafu exchanged greetings and became acquainted with each other. They were both prison guards in Area A11, so they naturally felt close to each other.

"How long does it take for the white weed to bloom?"

Dafu had a very good impression of Mr. Chen. He thought that a person who liked flowers and plants must not have too many unfaithful thoughts in his heart.

When he talked about white wild grass, his eyes lit up, and he had a simple passion for flowers and plants.

"It's very special. It only takes twelve hours from germination to flowering, but it takes a whole year to be used as medicine. It can't be advanced at all."

It was a rare opportunity to meet a fellow alchemist in the Black Abyss Prison. Chen Sheng was very serious, without the arrogance of a top-level second-level alchemist. He spoke in a straightforward manner and explained the habits of the white wild grass clearly.

“It’s so magical.”

Da Fu was amazed that it only took one day for the white wild grass to sprout and bloom. It really opened his eyes.

At the same time, he admired Chen's knowledge of flowers and plants. He could never learn that kind of elegance and grace.

“Is there any difficulty in planting?”

Dafu asked for advice.

"No, it has strong vitality and is not picky about where it grows. It is the most tenacious of all spiritual herbs. It can't be sold at a high price, so it is relatively cheap."

Mr. Chen chose to plant white wild grass in the Black Abyss Prison, not only because of its strong vitality, but also because of its low price.

This would not be out of the ordinary, and any prison guard could afford it.

"Really? How many spirit stones would those three white wild grass seeds cost?"

This immediately aroused Dafu's interest. He liked white wild grass very much. If conditions allowed, he would like to plant two or three of them to enjoy alone.

"Three white wild grass seeds are worth one low-grade spirit stone. After they are grown and mature, they can be sold for about twenty low-grade spirit stones. But it is not recommended to make a profit from this. Without the blessing of the medicine garden, it will be very troublesome and the loss will outweigh the gain."

When Chen Sheng was the elder of the Medicine House, he only needed to give an order and thousands of spiritual herbs would be sent to the Dragon Hall. However, it was not that he did not understand the hardships of the lower classes. They were short of resources for cultivation.

Although the job of a jailer is stable, the salary is not high, and the expensive first-grade spiritual herbs are unaffordable. Fortunately, the price of white wild grass is relatively low, and the seeds are even cheaper, so Dafu does not have to have any regrets.

"You are very knowledgeable, just like those alchemists."

Dafu's eyes were full of admiration. Chen Sheng had a solid knowledge of spiritual herbs and he could always get an accurate answer no matter what he asked.

He has deep expertise in studying flowers and plants, but this time he was completely impressed by them, which opened his eyes.

"I just have some basic knowledge."

Mr. Chen said modestly.

He is a top-notch second-level alchemist, and in this respect, he is definitely stronger than Dafu.

Compared to ability, he values ​​Da Fu's enthusiasm for flowers and plants more. In a dark place like the Black Abyss Prison, there is such a person who cultivates flowers and plants enthusiastically. At first glance, it doesn't feel dead.

…

Since receiving Chen Sheng's advice, Da Fu has devoted himself to the white wild grass. He asked someone to buy three seeds for him, and according to Chen Sheng's method, he filled a teacup with some spiritual soil and planted them.

Not long after, the white wild grass seeds sprouted. The tiny roots pierced the epidermis and took root in the spiritual soil. A little green grew, illuminating the small teacup and making the deep Black Abyss less cold.

"very nice……"

Da Fu now understood why Mr. Chen planted a white wild grass in the Black Abyss Prison, because it was really special and natural in this environment.

“Is it really that magical?”

Old Chang looked at Da Fu in a daze, like a piece of wood, standing in front of the teacup, watching the white wild grass grow.

He muttered and stood up as well.

This stop lasts for one day and one night.

"call……"

The white wild grass grew to three inches high, lush and green, swaying slightly in the wind, slowly pushing out branches, and a small flower bud quietly bloomed.

When the flower bud opens, a sparkle of white vitality blooms in the Black Abyss Prison. There are not too many fluctuations, but there is a rhythm of life.

"Looking at it this way, it seems to have some power that strikes directly into the soul."

“It’s blooming…”

Dafu smiled happily. He was easily satisfied. He felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw the flowers and plants he cultivated growing luxuriantly.

“It blooms for a year.”

Mr. Chen came over with a smile on his face. He was the first one to plant white wild grass in the Black Abyss Prison. Some people gained joy from it, and he was also happy in his heart.

at this time.

Taoist Dapeng was also not idle. He was reflecting on why he had fallen into trouble with Mr. Chen.

There are both internal and external reasons for failure.

Inwardly, he was careless.

From the very beginning, he looked down on the new jailer with a condescending attitude and did not pay much attention to him.

The first version of the Xuan Huang Qi Condensation Technique had the best chance of success, but he didn't seize the opportunity and fooled the other party, thinking that he didn't see through it and became alert, so it became difficult to succeed afterwards.

He thought that this was wrong and a big mistake. Ever since he entered the Black Abyss Prison, his vigilance had been greatly reduced, like a broken jar.

Based on this, he decided to make a careful plan and turn the tables on Chen Sheng.

External reflection is not simple for this new jailer.

Calm, strong, smart, and lucky.

He recalled the confrontation with Chen Sheng and realized that this young man's eyes were too calm. He looked at everything in the Black Abyss Prison with peace. He did not have the fear that other jailers had towards them, nor did he have the violent and cruel aura.

In fact, his peace carries the kindness of a higher-dimensional life form, so when he takes action, he is extremely quick and efficient.

Intelligence has made up for some of the shortcomings of the Xuanhuang Qi Condensation Technique.

Luck is also reflected in the repair of the Xuanhuang Condensing Qi Technique. Even a master like him does not dare to practice the broken techniques carelessly, as it is easy to go astray.

After analyzing the situation from the inside out, Taoist Dapeng became full of confidence. He immediately formulated a strategy and prepared to fight another battle.

"I have a wonderful method to conquer the world, come quickly!"

A slightly arrogant and frivolous voice passed through Chen Sheng's mind. He looked strange and said, "Are you going to teach me the Great Peng Soaring Sky Technique?"

Old Changtou said that Taoist Dapeng's special skill is a technique of escape called Dapeng Soaring to the Sky.

He had originally planned to find a time to let Taoist Dapeng teach him the Dharma. Since the other party was looking for trouble this time, he just went with the flow.

"Boy, are you used to staying in the Black Abyss Prison?"

When he saw Chen Sheng again, Taoist Dapeng missed him very much. The other party was like an answer sheet. He would fill it with answers and make him notorious, while the other party would be thrown away and buried in the ground to rot.

"Thanks for your concern, I'm doing fine."

Mr. Chen also smiled. Taoist Dapeng was like a small treasure trove that always gave people surprises.

"I have a method here, I wonder if you are interested."

Taoist Dapeng really hated Chen Sheng's smile. It made him feel very embarrassed and unable to intimidate the jailer. However, he did not show it and slowly unfolded his plan.

"Is it the Great Peng Soaring Sky Technique?"

Mr. Chen asked.

"It seems you know me well."

Taoist Dapeng's expression suddenly turned unfriendly. Dapeng's Sky-Leaping Technique was the escape technique that made him famous, and it was extremely useful.

He didn't mind passing it to Chen Sheng, but it should be done proactively, just like the Xuanhuang Condensing Qi Technique last time, with hidden traps and killing people without bloodshed.

But when this gift is given in the opposite direction, he will be unhappy, as if the hunter has become the prey, with no sense of accomplishment and very angry.

"That's the only thing I like about you."

Mr. Chen told the truth that Taoist Dapeng was the scum of the immortal world and there was no way he would get close to him without asking for something.

dislike.

A strong sense of disgust.

"I am also a strong man outside. Who dares to underestimate me?"

Taoist Dapeng was furious. At his peak, he had reached the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He even dared to provoke the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. He would not be afraid of facing a first-rate immortal cultivation sect.

He also killed people everywhere in the fairy city, leaving no grass growing within a hundred miles. His divine power was very great.

Despite being so fierce, he was despised in the Black Abyss Prison. He was like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog.

"hehe……"

Mr. Chen smiled and did not argue. There was no need to argue.

Although he never used his status to bully others, it was not impossible for him to do so. A top-notch second-level alchemist was respected wherever he went.

Taoist Dapeng’s methods are powerful, but he has killed too many people and acted recklessly. Once he shows signs of decline, everyone will want to kill him.

There is no meaning in comparing the two.

"call……"

The nameless anger in Taoist Dapeng's heart began to burn fiercely. Sometimes his eyes would betray everything. Looking at Chen Sheng's expression, he knew that the other party was not holding back on anything good.

This young man is too proud.

This reminded him of the people who came from the immortal sects, who had a rebellious attitude towards the independent cultivators.

However, this kind of contemptuous mentality was wiped out by the cruelty of the prisoners in the Black Abyss Prison.

"You will pay the price for your rebelliousness."

Chen Sheng's posture reminded Taoist Dapeng of bad memories. His eyes became fierce and his words were loud and clear, as if he was swearing.

"Okay, got it."

Mr. Chen said calmly.

He has a special physique and possesses the attribute of immortality. If Taoist Dapeng used flawed martial arts to set up a trap, the outcome would have been doomed.

"This time... I will not make any pretense. I will teach you the Golden Winged Dapeng Technique."

Taoist Dapeng suppressed his anger and became rational because the idea of ​​killing Chen Sheng became extremely strong and directly overcame his anger.

He simply overturned the previously set strategy and came up with a more dangerous and radical plan.

"Golden Winged Peng Technique? Isn't it the Peng Soaring Sky Technique?"

Chen Sheng frowned slightly. The fact that Dapeng's Sky-flying Art could allow Guangxiu Immortal Sect to send out eight foundation-building monks to surround Dapeng Taoist priest meant that it was quite good and worth seeing.

If Taoist Dapeng thinks that he is narrow-minded and uses some trivial magic to fool him, then the game ends here and it's time to change people.

"The Dapeng Sky-Leaping Technique is derived from the Golden Wing Dapeng Technique. It can also be said to be a compromise on my part."

Perhaps he saw Chen Sheng's retreat, Taoist Dapeng explained angrily that if he had not wanted to bring Chen Sheng to eternal damnation, he would never have taken out the Golden Winged Dapeng Technique.

This is an extremely powerful escape technique. I don't know which senior created it, but he got it from an unknown ancient stele. He practiced it hard for many years, but gained nothing. Finally, he pieced it together and realized the technique of flying roc.

“Teach me!”

Mr. Chen said enthusiastically.

(End of this chapter)