Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 15 Return to the clan
After searching through it, unfortunately, I still couldn't find any secret techniques or skills in Niu Guier's storage bag.

Not only him, but few of the people who died this time had the good habit of bringing martial arts with them.

Kang Dabao only found a set of sword techniques from Bai Bian, and he estimated that the third brother could also use it.

Yuan Jin and I can take a look at it when we have time, it won't be very helpful.

However, Master Kang, who picked up more than ten storage bags, was not dissatisfied.

Instead, I found a printed silk book. It had few words, but every word was filled with tears.

First, she lost her husband unexpectedly, then was driven out by her wife, then encountered an evil cultivator, was molested, and then was planted with heart-eating insects. She was in so much pain that she had no choice but to sell her body and become an accomplice to the evil.
last resort
"Okay, what a last resort."

Kang Dabao murmured a sigh, and then stopped thinking about it. With a fireball, the printed silk was shattered into ashes just like its owner, no longer existing in this world.

Now he had plenty of spirit stones in his hands, and he was in a hurry to travel, so he found a carriage shop in a nearby market.

Hiring a cloud-traveling beast carriage, including the carriage and the driver, to go to Pingrong County would cost three spirit stones and six broken spirit particles. You could rent it if you wanted, and I wouldn't give you even a fraction of the rent.

Spending money has its own benefits.

As a first-class high-quality spiritual beast, the Yunxing Beast was much faster than Kang Dabao in speed. It worked day and night without rest and reached Pingrong County in just one and a half days.

When Kang Dabao returned to the sect, Jiang Qing was teaching his two stupid disciples to practice standing meditation in the courtyard with a stern face.

He had a stern personality to begin with, and because Kang Dabao hadn't returned for several days, his expression became even more serious.

Han Yundao and Duan Anle have always respected and feared their third uncle. Sweat was pouring down their fair faces, but they didn't dare to complain at all.

"Hey, you've trained well, Third Brother."

Kang Dabao activated the sect's formation, and Jiang Qing hurried out to greet him.

The two boys first bowed to their master, then turned their heads to look at each other and smiled bitterly, but they still didn't have the courage to be lazy and break up their boxing stance.

"Senior brother, how did you get injured? And how come your hair is almost gone?!" Jiang Qing helped Kang Dabao into the house, his handsome face full of anxiety.

"I met some friends and did a business." Kang Dabao suddenly felt a chill on his scalp when he heard this. He was used to being alone in the past three months, so he didn't feel anything unusual.

"No wonder the old man driving the car looked at me with such a strange expression." Thinking of this, Kang Dabao's face darkened and he shook his head, not wanting to say more.

"Anyway, I made some money, and my cultivation finally improved." Kang Dabao only said the good things about this experience.

"Congratulations, senior brother! It's a pity about the hair!" Jiang Qing first congratulated, then looked at Kang Dabao's head worriedly.

"Okay, stop talking about hair." Kang Dabao waved his hand unhappily. The third brother kept pulling her hair and talking about something.

It's normal for men of this age to have thinning hair! What's the big deal?

"Has the He family boss's caravan already set out?"

Kang Dabao sat back on his tattered mat and suddenly felt that life was so beautiful.

"I left a month ago. Hey, Senior Brother, what on earth did you go out for?

I sent a message to my second brother to find a reliable person to go to Zhaijiafang Market to inquire, but he didn't get any news.

You said you would only be gone for ten days, but it's been three months, and you're injured so badly." Jiang Qing frowned again as he spoke.

"I've already told you it's okay, so it's better to go. If you really want to go, just wait for the next trip. It just so happens that I've earned some money this time, so I can change those shabby clothes of yours."

When Kang Dabao heard that Jiang Qing was about to bring the conversation back to the three months, he hurriedly started talking about his caravan experience.

"Really! Senior brother, you finally agreed to let me go! No need to change. Second senior brother just asked someone to send me a set of spiritual armor last month. It's just right." Jiang Qing really became excited.

"The second brother has just started his apprenticeship, and the materials he uses to refine his weapons are just scraps he has collected from other places. What good things can he make?

Give me this spiritual armor, and you can go to the shop in Xuanwei City to buy a set. Life-saving items cannot be ambiguous. "Kang Dabao said arrogantly.

"A shop in Xuanwei City? Is that the place we can go? The leader of Hemu Dao doesn't go there often, right?" Jiang Qing looked suspicious.

"Don't waste your time talking nonsense. Let the two boys ride the old donkey to the market post and hire a magical bird to send a message to the second brother and his family to come back for dinner, and then wait for them to come back together.

Well, ask the second brother to bring back two red suckling pigs from the Huang family's old store, and a set of rouge mutton offal. Also buy some of your favorite side dishes." Kang Dabao instructed again. "Brother, what on earth did you go out for!"

Jiang Qing couldn't help but be surprised. Just for the dishes he ordered, Jiang Qing calculated that the little money he had was not enough.

I have to go to the shop in Xuanwei City to buy magic tools later! Could it be that my brother has been possessed by some desperate old ghost? !
Kang Dabao hadn't seen such a rich expression on Jiang Qing's face for some time.

This handsome little brother who goes for the cool and serious style at the noodle stall is usually very calm, but he suddenly found it a little funny.

"Okay, go and notify them. I need to rest." Kang Dabao casually threw Bai Bian's insights to Jiang Qing, and then pushed and coaxed the latter out of the room.

He closed the door, lit a stick of incense, sat cross-legged in front of a small desk, and read the Taoist scriptures that he had memorized by heart.

After spending three months struggling to survive outside, he now felt extremely attached to this short and shabby headmaster's room.

Three days later, Yuan Jin returned to the sect empty-handed, carrying an old donkey that was carrying his two wives, two sons and two nephews.

"Why did you come back empty-handed?" Kang Dabao stroked his chin and looked up and down at Yuan Jin's short and stout body with dissatisfaction.

"The dishes you ordered would cost a total of sixty-seven spirit stones at the Huang family's old restaurant, and that's after rounding off the price." Yuan Jin felt relieved to see that his senior brother was really fine, but he frowned after hearing what the former said.

"Well, if you don't have spirit stones, you can buy them on credit first." Kang Dabao found that he seemed to have not given Yuan Jin an allowance for some years.

Hey, even with all this, Yuan Jin was able to save up a set of spiritual armor for Jiang Qing while practicing! This is what a good junior brother is!

"Brother, you really think I'm Master Qi." Yuan Jin added three more black lines to his face.

"That's right, so what should we eat today? We're just waiting for a good meal, so let's go with this old donkey."

Kang Dabao turned his sinister gaze towards the golden-haired old donkey that had just unloaded six people from its back, frightening the latter so much that its four legs trembled twenty times.

"Well, I do quite like that Changsheng Ruyi." Yuan Jin pointed at his two young sons who were giggling and patting the old donkey.

"Tsk, then Yundao, Anle, go roast some pork elbows and add more chili."

After hearing this, Kang Dabao had no choice but to pick up the two babies and start playing with them, then he gave instructions to his two apprentices.

It is ironic that the golden-haired demon donkey, who loved to eat young boys and girls, was able to survive only because of two young boys.

That night Kang Dabao had a very good appetite and swallowed eleven pork elbows whole, making him so full that he could hardly move to the table. Changsheng Ruyi's mouth opened wide when he saw this.

The next day, Yuan Jin stood outside the mountain gate, pulling Kang Dabao's sleeve with a bitter look on his face: "Brother, you specifically asked me to take leave and come back, but now you leave me alone?"

"When you go out to buy things, you have to leave someone watching over the door, right?
I will take the four boys, Changsheng Ruyi, Yundao Anle, to the market for you, and you can keep your two wives by your side. Enjoy the blessing of having two wives together.

The third son can hold on tight, and his name will be Quji." Kang Dabao waved his sleeves and shook it off with a look of disgust.

"I am also your junior brother, why do you always bring the third brother with you?" Yuan Jin muttered.

"Old Third is good-looking, but you don't know how snobbish the female cultivators in Linghe Market are now.

Bargaining with them is no easier than fighting with them. If you are brought along, what if they see your face and get upset, and suddenly raise the price? "Kang Dabao patted Yuan Jin's shoulder earnestly.

"Uncle Master, let's go."

"Master, don't pay attention to my father. Let's go quickly. Mother, we will bring you some candy."

The two kids rode on Han Yundao and Duan Anle's shoulders, shouting and yelling with excitement.

"Okay, okay, we'll go now. Lao Er, take good care of the house. We're leaving now."

Kang Dabao got on the donkey cart, and Jiang Qing followed with two young children.

This old donkey has some human nature, and this time Kang Dabao was too lazy to bother with it, not even bothering to whip it.

Sitting cross-legged in the car, he just shouted softly: "Let's go!"

After hearing this, the old donkey shook his golden hair and hung his head. Soon, he pulled up the cart and gradually disappeared on the remote mountain road with Kang Dabao and his group.

(End of this chapter)