The peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom tree.

Yu Qing, with disheveled hair and a light white gown at home, walked around the charming peach tree with bare feet, playing with the evil spirit bead in his hand, and looking up and down at the peach tree from time to time.

Just because the image of Yunxi being swallowed up by Tianquan often appeared in his dreams. Later, he tried to drip blood on the evil spirit bead. After several times, it seemed that something in the bead was awakened by him.

Yes, that vague sense of connection with him appeared again.

He knew that Yunxi was produced by absorbing a large amount of evil energy, and currently, the fairy peach tree in front of him contained evil energy.

However, he had some scruples and hesitated.

This fairy peach tree is Taohuaju's only remaining main source of income. His trip to the Feng Clan was not smooth, and he was unable to negotiate the mountain goods trade of the Feng Clan.

However, there has been a huge change in his mentality. He no longer cares whether he is eating Taohuaju's soft rice. Because he has the confidence to reach Xuanxuan, he feels that if he really needs money, he can't make it, so he can always grab it.

bring it on?

It's just that I haven't chosen a target to rob yet.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't do things like robbery very often. Either you don't do it, or you have to do it without opening for three years, or if you open for three years.

At this moment, Chong'er ran over from the back door of the shop in the front hall, and with unconcealable joy came to report: "Sir, a distinguished guest is here."

"Dignified guest?" Yu Qing wondered, "Who?"

Chong'er whispered: "My master is here."

Junior uncle is here? Yu Qing immediately smiled, guessing that he should be here too, because he informed his junior uncle of some things here, especially his breakthrough in cultivation.

Nowadays, communication between here and Linglongguan is more convenient. With Xiaoqing flying back and forth to convey messages orally, there is no need to worry about communication contents being spied on by others.

While he was talking, a man walked out from the back door of the front hall, wearing a black cloak covering his whole body.

After the visitor came in, the face under the cloak lifted, revealing a face with red lips and white teeth.

Yu Qing, who smiled slightly, didn't show anything, and went directly to lead the way, leading the guests to the small courtyard where he lived alone, and entered the room. After no longer worrying about outsiders seeing him, he turned around and saluted, "Little Master Uncle.

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A hand skillfully playing with a folding fan dangled out from the open placket of his cloak, and the folding fan tapped his cupped hand as a sign of disrespect.

He raised the folding fan and opened the hat covering his head, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face. It was none other than the senior junior uncle in Linglongguan.

With a pull on the cloak tether and a shake of the shoulders, the cloak fell off, and the bug behind it caught it smoothly and hung it on the wall.

The young master uncle didn't care whether Yu Qing was the leader or not, he walked towards the main seat and sat down.

On a stone placed in the corner, a large head was propped on it, and there were thousands of red lights lingering around it. It was obvious that he was practicing, and it also attracted the main attention of the young master uncle.

After a moment of observation, he clicked his tongue and said, "This little guy has turned into a goblin. I..."

After putting the worm in a pot of water, he quickly took out a thin iron drill, put the big end directly into the kettle, and then closed the lid.

Steam soon came out of the kettle, and it boiled.

The lid was opened again, and the big head jumped out of the kettle, flew back to the stone, shook off the water droplets on his body, spread his wings again, and continued practicing with his body straight.

After pouring out the hot water, a pot of tea was brewed and delivered to the young uncle. Chong'er said respectfully: "Master, please use the tea."

The young uncle looked blankly at the apprentice who was making tea with a smooth movement, and then looked down at the cup of tea. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt a bit like a toothache.

He is a very particular person. Before he was released, he would definitely not drink the bug's bath water, but now he knows that the tea boiled by the bug has special effects. Should he drink it or not? Damn it!

After staring at the tea with a reluctant expression for a while, he said a noncommittal "hmm" to express his acceptance.

He turned around and asked Chong'er again, "I heard that you were arrested before. Is everything okay?"

Chong'er: "It's nothing. I was knocked unconscious after being caught. When I woke up, I saw the people from Youya who came to rescue me, which saved me some fear."

After the master and apprentice had a casual chat, Chong'er went out first, and not long after, he notified the two of them to come over.

The second brother Gao Yunjie and the old Jiumu Aotie arrived in a hurry after hearing the news, and quickly went to the temple to worship.

Afterwards, except for Chong'er who was guarding the shop outside, the other four people from Linglongguan gathered together to drink tea.

Of course, drinking tea was not the purpose. The young uncle took a few sips of the tea carefully, and after confirming that there was no odor or strange smell, he took a few more sips with confidence. After putting down the tea cup, he asked Yu Qing, "Has your cultivation reached the level of Shangxuan?"

Yu Qingdun raised his head and chest with some arrogance and said: "I am so young and can see the talents withering away. If I, the leader, don't work harder, I'm afraid I will be ashamed of all my predecessors."

He was officially announcing that he was now the only monk in the Shangxuan realm in Linglong Temple, and he was proud and arrogant.

It is also a reminder to the young uncle that now my cultivation level is the highest and higher than yours, so I can’t help you hit me or scold me whenever you want.

Regarding this, Mu Aotie was okay and his expression remained as usual.

Gao Laoer, however, had a solemn expression on his face and secretly sighed in his heart, Linglong Guan was invincible, and his arrogance would become even more arrogant!

The young master's uncle raised his eyebrows slightly and looked carefully at the urine of these people. He was very clear and naturally heard the implication of the young master. He knocked on the table with his folding fan and signaled Yu Qing to pour tea.

Yu Qing wanted to put on airs, but failed in the end. He stretched out his hand to lift the teapot, but failed to lift it.

The folding fan he was playing with suddenly pressed on his wrist, making him unable to lift his hand.

After a brief stalemate between the two sides, Yu Qing suddenly looked up at the other party and said in surprise: "Uncle Master, have you also broken through to Shangxuan?"

Although he could suppress it but couldn't lift his hand, he could feel that the opponent's cultivation level was higher than his, which meant that the opponent's breakthrough to Shangxuan was much earlier than his.

As soon as these words came out, Gao Laoer and Mu Aotie both looked at the junior uncle with surprise on their faces.

The young uncle then let go of the fan, opened it, and slowly fanned the wind, "The rolling world is indeed not as suitable for practice in the mountains. After returning to the mountain to meditate, I accidentally made a breakthrough."

After Yu Qing poured him tea, he asked doubtfully: "Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

Uncle Junior: "What's there to say? I'm not like some people who dare to pretend to be mature with two hairs in their mouths, and pretend to be elephants with two green onions in their noses."

Head Yu Da looked embarrassed when he said this, Gao Lao Er also had a bit of gloating on his sanctimonious face, Mu Aotie pretended not to understand, but in fact everyone knew who he was talking about.

The young uncle looked at the others again, "Gao Lao Er, Da Da Jiu, I heard that you are also practicing the 'Fengchen Sword Technique'?"

The two of them nodded when they heard the words. After seeing how the sword technique defeated Zhong Ruochen, one by one they couldn't bear it anymore. Regardless of whether there was any problem with the sword technique, they all gave up. They practiced to improve their skills first.

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Besides, Lao Shiwu has been cultivating for so long, so there is no problem.

After saying yes, Gao Laoer hesitated and said: "It's just that the progress of cultivation is a bit slow, not as fast as the progress of Lao Fifteen. If there is a chance, I will ask my junior uncle to correct me."

He said this because he wanted to see the original sword technique in the hands of the young master uncle. He was a little worried that Yu Qing was causing trouble and deliberately not teaching the true skills.

Regarding this nephew who often said bad things about Yu Qing behind his back, the young uncle knew what he was worried about and felt that this worry was a bit unnecessary. He knew that Yu Qing was not a good bird, but he cheated his fellow disciples in practicing Kung Fu.

Not quite yet.

Then he lightly mentioned: "I have never practiced, and I can't give you any advice. You can refer to the original sword art later. However, cultivation is different from person to person. Cultivation talent is similar to most things. Some people learn it.

Some people learn quickly, some people learn slowly, and some people can't even learn it no matter how much you teach them. Many things cannot be forced, so just relax and take it step by step."

"Yes." Gao Laoer, who was sitting there, bowed and looked like he had been taught something.

Yu Qing snorted dissatisfied, and said to the junior uncle: "Little junior uncle, Gao Laoer said before that we are a little nervous about money. What he meant is, can the money you took from us before be used?

Take some back first and let us turn around a little bit?"

Gao Laoer immediately glared at him, but he couldn't deny it, otherwise he would definitely not get any share of the money he got back.

The young master uncle looked left and right, and said calmly: "How can I have any money? The cultivation resources required for the Shangxuan realm are too huge, and I have spent all the money long ago."

Yu Qing stared in shock, "One hundred million, now it's gone?"

Others were also quite shocked.

Young Master Uncle: "I am staying in the mountains now, and there is no way to make money. What should I do if I don't take the old job? If it weren't for the tight money, I wouldn't have to go out and sell my writing to make money. I'm just sitting there in vain, and you can't make money to support the sect."

What the hell is selling words to make money? Several people were suspicious and thought they heard it wrong.

Yu Qing asked doubtfully: "Selling words?"

"As soon as money was mentioned, everyone immediately became energetic. Let's see if your virtues are shameful. Is money important to anyone?" The young uncle changed the topic with an expressionless face, "Where's Fatty Nan, what's going on now?"

"I'm still recovering from my injuries at Jilu Mountain in the Great Wasteland..." Yu Qing immediately explained the general situation.

After returning from the wilderness, Nanzhu's injury became everyone's concern. It took a long time to recover, and the wound began to suppurate. There was still some honey obtained from Baihuaxian Mansion, but it was useless to eat it.

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This injury is really a bit strange. No matter how serious the injury was in the past, it was not so difficult to recover. I searched many famous doctors in Youjiaobu, but they couldn't even cure superficial skin injuries. It was very puzzling.

The key is that Nanzhu kept shouting that he felt so uncomfortable, which made everyone panic and didn't know what to do.

Later, it was Nanzhu's own suggestion that he wanted to visit Jilu Mountain in the wilderness. After all, Yao Tu's medical skills were considered top-notch in the entire spiritual world.

It was easy to go there, but I was afraid that Yao Tu wouldn't accept it, but we couldn't let Nanzhu suffer. They had to try it no matter whether it worked or not. In the end, Yu Qing accompanied Nanzhu to go to Jilu Mountain himself.

At first, Yao Tu did not accept it, and even wanted to stay away from them. It seemed a bit taboo and did not want to provoke them. Later, I don’t know what method Nanzhu used, and Yao Tu’s apprentice Bo Sang Sang actually came forward.

He persuaded the master to leave Nanzhu for treatment.

In order to allow Nanzhu to be treated with peace of mind, at Nanzhu's request, Taohuaju managed to squeeze out a large amount of money for Nanzhu to use as backup. Taohuaju's already poor financial resources only worsened the situation.

I was hollowed out by Nanzhu's illness.

What is gratifying is that it turns out that Yao Tu's medical skills are indeed superior to those of ordinary famous doctors. We occasionally receive letters from Nan Zhu, saying that his injuries are gradually recovering and his body will no longer feel sad.

Don't worry, Bian, just live your life well, don't worry about him, he is living a good life over there.
To be continued...