Manager Song intercepted the spirit stone and put it into his sleeve. One medium-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for twelve low-grade spirit stones. From the looks of it, the other party was obviously not in a pinch.
Then he looked at the man's clothes, robe, and sword, and he was full of spiritual light.
Although he looks only a little over five feet six, his exposed skin is bronze-colored, his muscles are solid, his energy and blood are full, and there is no trace of any distress or embarrassment at all.
Sensing the opponent's aura, he was actually in the middle stage of Qi training. Such a level of cultivation is rare among casual cultivators. He was probably a disciple of the sect.
Manager Song raised his hands and asked, "Isn't the strong man trapped at sea?"
Most of Miao Nighting's face was covered by her hair, and her facial expression could not be seen. She could only hear her say: "I am Miaoye. I encountered a wind dragon and was swept off the boat when I went to sea. I carried a raft and drifted here. I hope the Song family's caravan can take it with me."
On the last journey, take me to the shore."
"Female!" The Song family guard on duty opened his mouth in surprise. The person in front of him didn't have his hair combed back, so he couldn't tell what she looked like, and he couldn't use his spiritual eyes to look at her without permission.
Unexpectedly, when I heard someone speak, the voice, although a bit rough as if wandering at sea, was mostly magnetic, and it didn't sound as rough and arrogant as that of a man.
"Ah?" The colleagues beside him were also a little surprised.
They thought he was a strong man based on his figure, but they didn't expect him to be a female cultivator. However, it was too rude to talk about him like this, so they hurriedly hid behind him, with awkward smiles on their faces.
Manager Song was relieved when he heard that it was a female cultivator, otherwise he would have thought it was some kind of pirate trick. There was even a smile on his face: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, our Song family on Qixing Island has a good reputation and will not embarrass those in distress."
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"Da You, please arrange a place for this strong... Taoist friend. Let's just live in a dormitory. It will be quiet and there will be no one around."
"It's easy to take care of things."
The young man who was shrinking back not far away came forward with a smile on his face and led Miao Nighting towards the cabin: "Fellow Taoist, please come this way."
"Thank you."
Miao Yeying raised her hand and left with the boy.
Manager Song stood on the deck, rubbing the middle-grade spiritual stone in his sleeve robe, feeling happy. He only had sixteen or seventeen spiritual stones in a month, and he saved a person and suddenly gained a fortune.
"If there are strangers boarding the ship, you should be careful." The Wannian ship was sailing carefully, but Manager Song did not relax his vigilance. He told them to cheer up and then walked to the watchtower of the ship.
The dormitory is next to the tall ship's fire tower.
The so-called fire tower is the place where the spirit stones are stored in the mechanism technique. Such a large tall ship certainly cannot use only manpower and wind power. When encountering danger, the spirit stones need to be used to activate the propellers on both sides.
The spiritual stones used by Ren are not the kind that are polished and turned into currency.
No matter how big your business is, you can't use standard spiritual stones as power.
The residue and waste obtained from mining spiritual ores, or the scraps left from cutting and polishing spiritual stones, as well as the mottled and dirty spiritual liquid, are more than enough to drive tall ships and fire towers.
On the road.
The young man is actually a little afraid of this disheveled 'big man'. Being able to make his body harder than a stone is a skill, and the appearance of such a skill in a woman will only prove the strength of this man.
The fierce Qi and blood are like wild beasts, causing those 'little animals' who try to get close to her to flee. But who knew that three months ago, Miao Yeying had no Qi training and was still in the Monk Flower House
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The tall ship was not only filled with people from the Song family, but also a patchwork of caravan travelers. They were either in groups or individually shrank to the corners of the deck, holding their sleeves and pulling down the hats on their heads.
Miao Nighting knew that if she had not given the steward a middle-grade spiritual stone, she would have been forced to huddle beside the deck passage and would not be able to use the elixirs to practice in public.
Once you take it out, it will attract the attention of others and cause quite a lot of trouble.
"Ms. Miao..." She had the instinct to call the young master, but stopped abruptly: "This is the dormitory, it is quiet and no one will disturb you. Miss Miao, please rest here."
"Thank you."
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Miao Nighting closed the door of the dormitory and pulled back her sleeves: "Master, can my cultivation level grow faster?"
A faint voice came from the bracelet on the wrist: "You can't rush your practice, your body is too weak to be replenished, that's why it's like this. If you endure it a little longer, you won't have to drag this body with you."
Tu Shanjun felt that women always loved beauty, and because they were shunned by others, they definitely wanted to restore their previous body shape, instead of the current tiger-leopard body.
"No, no, there's nothing wrong with that. I just feel that my cultivation is not growing fast enough." Miao Yeying quickly denied it. She only longs for power now, and she doesn't care about other people's opinions.
Only then did Tu Shanjun realize that he had misunderstood. He did not explain anything, but explained the exercises: "Xuan Shui Jing is an authentic Xuanmen exercise that I created by combining the expertise of hundreds of schools of thought."
"It can expand the meridians, strengthen the magic power, and warm the body..." There are many benefits: "The speed of practice is not slower than ordinary magic skills, and with the help of tonics, the speed of practice can be greatly improved."
I suffered a big loss last time. The Wanfa Sect's scriptures are amazing. Unfortunately, when you practice to the depths, you will be related to the Wanfa Sect. When no one in the world cuts off the immortals, those who have practiced the skills
People will do this.
This subtle change is not a calculation at all, but an honest conspiracy.
Maybe this is a sense of responsibility, but it makes Tu Shanjun helpless. He doesn't even know whether he should be angry or not, and who should vent this anger to, the Wanfa Sect or him as the master?
Therefore, he did not dare to let his disciples practice the Wanfa Sect's techniques anymore. Even the techniques practiced by Jinghong were not from the Wanfa Sect. He also did not want to make any excuses or feel that he was one of a kind and could not afford to offend him.
Sorry, just don't use it.
As a century-old great master and a great monk of Nascent Soul, Tu Shanjun has actually been creating his own exercises for a long time. He also has extremely high trial and error costs, so he is not afraid of randomly testing the operation of the meridians.
For three days in a row, food was delivered to the Song family.
However, Miao Yeying did not eat, not only for precaution but also because the tonic she had taken had already bloated her stomach and she could not eat anything else.
Everything monks eat and use must be spiritual things.
The rice must be pure rice, and the vegetables must be pure vegetables. Otherwise, the impurities accumulated in the whole grains and grains will remain in the body, and can only be slowly crushed and eradicated by magic power, which is another effort.
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"Boom!" The tall ship slowly stopped. Miao Nightingale in the dormitory opened her eyes in time, her eyes bright. Her hair had been tied up long ago and was no longer as disheveled as before.
"Has it landed?"
The tense atmosphere permeated the tall ship, and the piercing sound of the flute added to the panic and rush. It didn't look like it was docking at all, but rather like it encountered some difficult difficulty at sea.
But what kind of difficulties will embarrass the Song family on Qixing Island?
Either she encountered sea monsters or pirates. Either way, it would make the journey a little more variable. Miao Nighting did not sit still and wait for death, and she was not that kind of person.
After getting up and walking out of the dormitory along the deck, she happened to encounter Dayou who was running out of breath. Miao Yeying quickly called him: "Brother Dayou, what happened, why is the flute sounding?"
Dayou is also a Qi practitioner, but his cultivation level is not high. However, he is panting not because he is in a hurry, but because he is frightened by the shock outside.
"There are... some monks have stopped our ship, and the leader is... Grandmaster Jindan!" It was better not to say anything. As soon as he said it, everyone on the deck heard it clearly, and the sky was filled with excitement.
It almost blew the ships away.
"Golden elixir master?"
"Which Golden elixir master has met the overlord of the Tianwu Sea? But the Tianwu Sea is so far away from our Seven Star Sea, and it is impossible for the King Wu to bring his fleet to rob us."
"It can't be those pirates from Kirishima, right? Could it be that one of the two island owners has advanced to become a golden elixir master?"
"It's broken, it's broken."
"..."
"Mom, I don't want to die yet, why did I meet the Golden elixir master..."
For a moment, they cried for their fathers and mothers, and many of them wiped away tears. These Qi practitioners, not to mention the Golden elixir masters, even if they meet a foundation-building master, they are nothing but fish on the chopping board. The only hope now is to count on the Song family.
A name can stop you.
Dayou was still calm and quickly finished the task: "The steward asked us to gather on the deck."
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Although a group of people were very reluctant and timidly gathered into a group, they still walked to the deck as told. There was nothing they could do about it. If they met the Jindan Grandmaster, they had to follow the instructions if they wanted to survive.
Miao Nightingale was also among them.
When they all stepped onto the deck, Miao Yeying took a closer look. Good guy, there are more than ten ships in size, which is a huge fleet, and the monks on guard are all wearing armor and steel helmets.
Look at the flag: "Xu!"
"It doesn't look like pirates, it looks like a regular army."
However, those businessmen were even more desperate as they walked, and they did not dare to make any noise, because the monks on the battleship on the other side were holding their swords in their hands, and their eyes were shining brightly, and their aura was like a small sun.
"Commander, Star Luo Resistance Army, Xu Ze!"
"The fleet is sailing here not to embarrass the folks. Our baggage consumes a lot of money and we need relief from the folks. When the war is won, we will definitely return the supplies in full and calculate the interest."
"Cong Mao."
"have."
"Go and write IOUs to the folks."
"Those who have supplies will take supplies, and those who don't will dig out spiritual stones. One piece is not too little, and two is not too much. These are all magic weapons to fight out. Sooner or later we will drive away the intruders from the Qianping Domain."
“Thank you for your support from fellow villagers!”
"..."
The Jindan Grandmaster was very polite, but these businessmen walked around like they were mourning for their heirs.
They even felt that it would be better to encounter pirates. The pirates could at least organize a resistance and even spend money to eliminate the disaster. However, when encountering the army, they had no room to resist.
"I have another unkind favor!"
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