Xie Duanyang's expression remained unchanged, Quan Dang didn't notice anything, and followed Yao Wanli into the bookstore.
The man with a sleek temperament did not raise his head, but slowly flipped through the book in his hand. However, Xie Duanyang could feel a vague spiritual fluctuation suddenly coming from the air, and it stopped on his body for a moment.
It seems that he is looking at his own foundation. At the same time, the book in the other person's hand is like a talisman, which is in a state that can be activated at any time.
Obviously, as long as this person realizes that he has a problem, he will not hesitate to take action.
It's a pity that his spiritual consciousness is beyond that of ordinary fake elixir monks, and the talisman in his hand is also extraordinary.
But Xie Duanyang's disguise was not even able to see through the pill formation, so naturally he couldn't see anything.
So when he followed Yao Wanli to his side, the middle-aged monk had already put down his books and instruments, and greeted him with a kind smile.
"Fellow Taoist can cultivate to such a level at such a young age. It is expected that he will be able to achieve elixirs!"
As for the old shopkeeper, he took the opportunity to take the book and guard the door, leaving space for the three of them to communicate.
Even if you listen to this kind of scene, no one who speaks will take it seriously.
Xie Duanyang cupped his hand and replied, "Thank you Taoist friend for your kind words, but I can only rely on your organization for help."
"Easy to say, brother is now considered a member of our family. From now on, we can be considered a family. Just call me 'Hu Guanshi'.
Brother Yao should have told fellow Taoists about the process. We will enter the information first and then issue identity tokens to fellow Taoists."
The middle-aged man laughed, holding a pen above the book, and kept talking.
"If fellow Taoist can really form elixirs, Mr. Hu's face will be bright, and his status in the organization will be improved..."
Xie Duanyang could clearly see that as early as he came in, when the monk surnamed Hu activated the magic weapon to detect his foundation, he used a magic to capture a trace of his breath and put it into the book, leaving a trace of his image.
The so-called registration is just a pretense.
However, he pretended not to know and repeated it according to the identity he had made up before.
"Fellow Taoist is such a talented person, why do you need to go so far to try your luck in Mulan Grassland?"
Putting down his pen, the monk surnamed Hu shook his head and advised, "There are magical flowers and herbs from all over the south of the world cultivated in the grass and tree garden. Could it be that it is not enough to meet the needs of fellow Taoists?
As long as you stay in the market and work step by step within the organization to accumulate praise and merit, you will eventually get enough?"
And Yao Wanli is also playing a supporting role.
There is obviously a competitive assessment among the bee stings.
Seeing that Xie Duanyang's talent was not weak, the monk named Hu couldn't help but want to stay.
Of course, this does not mean that he appreciates talents very much, but the more monks he controls, the more merit he will earn as a superior.
It is possible to accumulate enough resources to attack the core formation earlier.
And if Xie Duanyang is allowed to go to Mulan Grassland, he will only earn a toll, and it will not affect him in the future.
In response, Xie Duanyang just smiled slightly and poured a cup of spiritual tea for each of them.
Although there was no explicit rejection, the meaning was made very clear.
The monk surnamed Hu would not be too happy if he failed to recruit him personally, but he did not hold a grudge or get angry because of it.
But his attitude was much colder and he asked Yao Wanli to introduce the follow-up.
"The list of the next group to go to Mulan Grassland has been determined, but it will take some time to organize and assemble the goods, which will probably take half a month."
Yao Wanli's explanation this time was obviously much more detailed than before, and he not only mentioned many details that needed attention.
He even gave me a list, including dozens of materials that are common in Tiannan but scarce in Mulan monks.
The monks like them, regardless of their purpose, have made a lot of contributions to the Bee Sting by traveling on this trade route.
It is the default rule to take this opportunity to bring back some spiritual stones.
Even in front of the monk surnamed Hu, he didn't show it at all.
Of course, the most profitable businesses will not be written down.
Yao Wanli also kindly reminded him to control the quantity and not to bring too much.
Overall, the communication went fairly smoothly.
The remaining half a month does not mean that all of them are idle.
Apart from purchasing supplies from them, there is another important thing.
That is to learn the language and characters of the Mulan people, as well as common customs and taboos.
Once a monk enters the profession, not only will his ears and eyesight be sharp, but his five senses will also be sharp, and his memory will also improve a lot.
Even if it doesn't reach the point of photographic memory, it's still pretty much the same.
However, it is still not easy to learn a language in half a month.
But coupled with the time spent practicing on the road, it’s almost the same.
Compared with this, those customs and taboos are more troublesome.
There are thousands of large and small tribes in Mulan and Tu people.
There are also many differences in customs and accents between each other, and even their own people cannot know them all.
And if you violate the other party's taboo, you will have to fight with the local magician.
Although tribes die out frequently on the grasslands, their replacement is much faster than the dynasties in Tiannan.
Fortunately, Bee Stinger has been doing this business for quite some time, and the trade routes only involve a small number of tribes along the way.
Over the years, I have figured out that basically there will be no trouble.
Seeing Xie Duanyang walking out of the bookstore, he followed the instructions and took the token to go to another place under the jurisdiction of Fengsting to learn Mulan language.
The monk surnamed Hu put his hand on his chin and suddenly asked.
"That person went to Mulan Grassland to brew the so-called honey of flowers, right? Do you think this statement is true or false, and how much is it worth?"
Yao Wanli blinked and remained silent.
However, the monk surnamed Hu was not expecting him in the first place, and turned his attention to the white-haired old man.
Although the old man's cultivation level is not very high, after suffering a serious injury in his early years, his foundation was damaged, making it difficult for him to improve further.
I had no choice but to come back and open this bookstore as a place for the stingers to pass on information.
I have nothing to do, so I have been reading books for decades, and my knowledge is so extensive that at least the monk surnamed Hu can be ashamed of himself.
In fact, their status among the Bee Stingers is almost the same.
"The method is feasible in theory, but in practice it may not be as effective as he thought."
The old man picked up the book, flipped through it, and spoke slowly.
"And I'm not optimistic that he can do it. If it were replaced by a family that is good at cultivating spiritual beasts and spiritual plants for several generations, there would be some hope."
"If that's the case, then there's no need for our people to pay too much attention to it, just pay attention to it."
This is consistent with the inference of the monk surnamed Hu. Soon after making the final decision, he put Xie Duanyang behind and started to deal with the large number of things at hand.
If it weren't for a big chaos, it wouldn't be easy for Dan Ji and Nascent Soul to die.
The path of evil stopped expanding, Zhengzi digested its new territory, and the seven sects of Yue State also found a home and stabilized.
Under such circumstances, the news of Black Mountain's death in the Demon Flame Sect spread, which had a certain impact on the Lan Hai Market and the business of Feng Sting.
Especially when it is rumored that it was caused by the battle between the Yuling Sect and the Demon Flame Sect.
But these have nothing to do with Xie Duanyang.
He resumed his regular schedule.
Go and learn Mulan during the day and meditate and practice Qi at night.
In my spare time, I also bought some spiritual materials according to the list given by Yao Wanli.
Although he doesn't like this spiritual stone, he doesn't want to appear out of place.
Of course, the Wanghailou VIP voucher used at the auction house had been completely destroyed by him long ago.
Just like that, half a month passed in a flash.
Relying on the powerful spiritual consciousness that is not inferior to Jiedan, his Mulan language level has improved by leaps and bounds. Except for the slightly stiff pronunciation, he can communicate very fluently without any hindrance.
On this day, it was just getting dark, and Xie Duanyang, who had taken care of everything, left the inn and headed south.
Not long after, the market was out of bounds.
Suddenly speeding up his escape, and after traveling for more than three hundred miles, he finally stopped in front of the valley he had agreed on in advance.
The surrounding peaks are not steep and towering, but they have a rare aura.
Although it is extremely thin, it is still distinguishable from other ordinary mountain peaks.
It is not suitable for monks to live and practice for a long time, as a place to start a business.
But if you stay for a short time, it is just so-so. This is a semi-public stronghold of Bee Sting, used to recruit and train casual cultivators and transfer supplies.
Many casual cultivators who have been hanging out in Lanhai Market for a long time have some understanding of this.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Xie Duanyang appears here.
He handed the identity token and the warrant to the monk on duty. The other person didn't say anything more, just nodded silently, and led him around the valley.
Finally, we passed through a passage dug through the mountainside and emerged at a secret place behind the mountain that was concealed by natural terrain and formations.
The business between Fengjing and the Mulan people was much bigger than Xie Duanyang expected.
An exquisite and elegant octagonal flying pavilion is suspended in the air, emitting bright fluorescent lights that illuminate the surrounding area brightly without dazzling the eyes.
A certain gray-haired old man sat among them with a vague aura. He turned out to be a genuine alchemy monk.
The cultivation level is even better than that of the demon cultivator Heishan who died under Xie Duanyang's calculations, but I don't know if it is due to old age and physical weakness, but the strength of his aura is almost the same.
Several foundation-building monks with similar cultivation levels to him stood respectfully behind him. In addition, there were actually a large number of gas-training level dragsters who did not dare to raise their heads.
Although they have basically practiced the basic skills to the eleventh or second level, they are still just ants if they cannot build the foundation.
Xie Duanyang couldn't understand why the Bee Stinger organization wanted to bring them along. Wouldn't it be too cumbersome?
There are storage bags, and low-level monks like them are not needed as transportation capacity.
It looked a bit like training and selection. Inexplicably, Xie Duanyang thought of the blood ban trial of the seven sects of Yue Kingdom, and couldn't help but feel a little interested.
But after all, these have nothing to do with him. He has already made up his mind to participate less in this trip to avoid getting into trouble.
So after just thinking about it for a moment, he put it behind his head, gathered his energy, slowed down and walked in front of the alchemy monk, and bowed respectfully.
"Junior Quhun, pay homage to the seniors."
The eyelids were slightly raised, revealing a slit. The old man Jiedan said softly, and his spiritual thoughts swept over Xie Duanyang's body. Then he stopped talking and continued to close his eyes.
Fortunately, a monk who was in the first place behind him and had the highest level of cultivation took advantage of the opportunity and invited Xie Duanyang to join the queue and introduced him in a low voice.
"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment, there are still a few companions who have not arrived yet.
As soon as the number of people is gathered, or when the time comes, we will set off directly..."
Xie Duanyang nodded, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath in the same manner.
Soon, three more foundation-building monks arrived one after another.
Only then did the old cultivator Jie Dan open his eyes, look at the sky, and then gave the order to set off in a voice that sounded like phlegm was stuck in his throat.
Instead of activating the obviously rare flying escapement weapon, he put it away and shook the spirit beast bag.
A stream of red gold light shot out from it, rising to more than eight feet in the wind.
It is actually a centipede, many times larger than its kind. It looks very ferocious, and its cultivation momentum has reached the peak of foundation building, surpassing all the monks in the field.
The foundation building was good, but those Qi-training monks were overwhelmed by the suppressed and vicious momentum, and the Qi and blood in their bodies temporarily stopped surging, almost suffocating.
The originally quiet atmosphere became a little chaotic.
"Why are you nervous?!
Being able to meet Elder Luo's hundred-legged celestial dragon spirit beast will be your eight lifetime blessing.
Many foundation-building monks don’t have this opportunity, so hurry up and go up!”
The late-stage monk scolded angrily, and at the same time, he did not forget to explain to Xie Duanyang and other monks with unfamiliar faces.
"There is still a long distance from Wangshui Kingdom to Mulan Grassland. Relying on their foot strength will waste too much time, and may also attract the attention of other monks.
Elder Luo's spirit beast escape speed is much faster than that of ordinary foundation-building monks..."
As he said that, he took the lead in demonstrating and lightly fluttered up to each limb.
Seeing this, the qi-training monks mustered up the courage to use the "Light Body Technique" and the "Wind Control Technique" to follow.
Foundation-building monks are no exception. Even if they have some good flying escapement weapons on hand, they will still consume mana.
If you have a ride, you won’t waste it.
Xie Duanyang was not one to be unconventional, but he was just a little behind. Instead of seizing the front position, he and the two foundation-building monks chose the end of the centipede.
Seeing that everyone was gathered together, Golden Centipede swung its body, and the demonic aura surged out. It lifted its body and suddenly flew into the air, gradually rising.
The old man surnamed Luo pinched his hands and released a magic weapon.
But it is a banner-shaped magic weapon that emits dense clouds and mist, hiding the Golden Centipede and its demonic aura, blending into the night, making it difficult to distinguish.
And this effect is only incidental.
Once the cloud flags were released, the strong wind that originally made it difficult to open the eyes due to the speed of escape was weakened into a gentle breeze, eliminating the need for those Qi-training monks to cast additional spells to stabilize their bodies.
Moreover, it also has the effect of accelerating escape speed, which is already better than the golden-backed demon mantis before forming the pill.
With the Danjie monks in front of them, no one dared to speak boldly and communicate, and with the clouds and fog blocking their sight, most people were meditating and doing exercises as before setting off.
However, the monk surnamed Luo had no intention of rushing to his destination in one go. Seeing the dim light of the morning, he put down the golden centipede in front of the barren mountain and went to rest.
The monks, who had been holding their breath for a long time along the way, finally relaxed a little, and gathered together in groups based on their cultivation and previous relationships.
As for Xie Duanyang, he also brought a bottle of spirit wine to find the late-stage foundation builder who was the leader.
The people from the Bee Sting Organization only briefly mentioned a few words about this "trade route" and the situation of the Mulan people. When it came to detailed information, they were very perfunctory. They only said that it involved organizational regulations and it was inconvenient to say more.
Now that it has come out, I naturally want to take the opportunity to find out more about the details, so as to ensure that nothing is missed.
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