At this moment, on a mountain road leading to the depths, two figures, a man and a woman, were walking slowly.
This was naturally Mo Juren's reconciliation. After dealing with the affairs of the stone chamber, the two rested for the night and planned to go directly to Luoyun Sect today to visit.
The bluestone road under their feet was obviously built specially, and there were some crude illusions attached to it, but it meant nothing to the two of them.
"Is there anything wrong if we go up like this?" Ling Qing suddenly asked when we were halfway through.
"Why, are you worried that the other party will fall out and take action?" Mo Juren smiled.
"Not really." Liao Qing shook her head slightly and continued,
"After all, we are monks of the Demonic Path. It always feels a bit awkward to worship the mountain so unabashedly. If word spreads, both the Tiandao Alliance and the Demonic Path will probably have wild thoughts."
"The brains are in other people's bodies, let them be. We just need to get straight to the point and complete the deal, and don't worry about the rest." Mo Juren shook his head slightly, without any worry at all.
"I've thought too much. With my husband's current strength, he can almost dominate the world of cultivation. There is really no need to worry too much." Liao Qing smiled sweetly. In the past, when the other party was still in the late stage of pill formation, he could already rival the early stage of Nascent Soul.
, and even killed the female demon who escaped from trouble in the secret realm. You must know that she cannot do these things even at the peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Now that the opponent has broken through the Nascent Soul stage, his strength must have skyrocketed to a higher level. I am afraid that a monk in the middle Nascent Soul stage may not be his opponent, right?
"I'm not a crab, so why are you acting so rampantly?" Mo Juren smiled and said,
"But one thing you said is right. In this Tiandao Alliance, even if Long Han and his wife come in person, they can't do anything to me."
Mo Juren was full of confidence when he said this, which shocked Ling Qing even more, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes when he looked at the other party.
This is my man! From the unpleasant acquaintance at the beginning, to the conclusion of the relationship by accident, and finally they came together in a confused way.
Everything was not her original intention, but it still happened. Every time she recalled these experiences, she lamented the magic and elusiveness of fate.
She does not regret it, but feels that it was a gift from fate, which made her originally stagnant life become more colorful.
The two chatted all the way, and soon arrived at a certain location. The front of their sight was shrouded in white mist formed by the illusion array, and behind them was a huge white jade pavilion.
"Huanyun Hall!" Looking at the plaque hanging on the pavilion, Mo Juren nodded slightly. He was not looking for trouble. Naturally, he had no intention of destroying the surrounding formations. After standing still, he said loudly:
"Mo Juren, the Yulingzong, has come to pay homage to the mountain. I hope that my friends in the building will inform you on my behalf."
"Yu Ling Sect! Demonic monks!" There are monks stationed in Huanyun Hall, but the ones with the highest level of cultivation are only in the middle stage of foundation building. When they suddenly heard the name of Yu Ling Sect, their faces suddenly changed with fear.
As a disciple stationed at Huanyun Hall, he is well aware of the situation in the phantom formation outside. Even when it is not recruiting disciples, the formation is still running. Once a monk enters, he can instantly sense it.
The scary thing is that no one knew when the two people outside climbed up the mountain or entered the formation. They didn't realize it until the other party took the initiative to speak.
"Mo Juren, it's him!" But at this moment, a certain monk in the hall on the first floor suddenly reacted and exclaimed. Others around him subconsciously turned their heads, and the monk quickly began to explain,
"The leader of the Tianhua Merchant Alliance, the owner of the Tianhua Tower, and the founder of the Mo Fu lineage... These titles must be familiar to you, right? Especially the Talisman Masters in the sect. I remember that there are many Talisman masters in the sect.
This is the way to go."
"It turns out it was him..."
"This person is not an ordinary person. Not only is he a demon, he is famous throughout Tiannan..."
"..."
Several people started talking, and the leader, an old man in gray robe, immediately took out a communication talisman, whispered a few words and threw it into the air.
When the magic talisman turned into a streak of fire and shot through the air, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and a cyan token appeared in his hand. After activation, he waved it gently towards the front. In an instant, the white mist outside the building surged and dissipated in an instant.
No trace.
Seeing this, the old man quickly winked at the people around him, and then walked out of the hall together.
"Greetings to the two seniors, the news has been passed to the head, and someone will be here to receive you later. If you two don't mind, you can go to the hall to rest for a while and have a cup of tea."
"Forget it about drinking tea, just wait here." Mo Juren declined the other party's invitation directly and drank tea with a group of low-level monks. He felt uncomfortable, and the other party was probably even more uncomfortable.
The old man in gray robe was just polite and didn't think that the other party would agree. Hearing the other party's rejection, he naturally had the sense to say nothing more and led everyone behind him to stand there respectfully, waiting for the sect's response.
To receive a powerful person of this level, even if the head came forward, only the two supreme elders were qualified. As for the supreme elders, he could not contact him directly, so he could only inform the head, and the other party would relay the information.
Sure enough, after waiting for a while, a deep voice came:
"A distinguished guest is here, but he has been welcomed from afar!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two rays of light burst through the sky from the depths of Yunmeng Mountain at the same time, and were approaching in the blink of an eye.
One of them has silver hair and two long white eyebrows. He is obviously very old. The other one is middle-aged, wearing a yellow robe, and his complexion is a little sallow.
The two of them flew to the ground, and first looked at Mo Juren with a hint of curiosity. However, when they saw the stunning woman beside them, their expressions suddenly changed slightly.
"Liaoqingzhenren!"
"Two fellow Taoists, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Jiqing Sect is well-known in Tiannan, and Ling Qing, as the leader of the sect, is even more famous, so it is normal for both parties to know each other.
This point was also revealed to Mo Juren. Although they knew each other, they didn't have much interaction with each other. They were only slightly better than strangers. Otherwise, if they were friends, there wouldn't be so much to worry about in this transaction.
"It turns out that you are a Taoist friend, and we are honored to have you come here." The silver-haired old man chuckled, and then withdrew his gaze again and looked at Mo Jurendao,
"I think this is the leader of the Tianhua Merchant Alliance, Mo. I have long admired his name!"
"You can't take your name seriously. Fellow Daoist Cheng is also Mo's senior. Just call me Fellow Daoist." Mo Juren's attitude was modest and not arrogant at all. This couldn't help but increase the goodwill between the two of them.
"Then I and I will call you Taoist Friend Mo." The silver-haired old man nodded and continued,
"This is not the place to talk. I would like to invite two fellow Taoists to come into the sect and have a chat."
"Sorry for bothering you!"
As soon as the words fell, four escaping lights took off into the sky one after another and flew towards the depths of Yunmeng Mountain at high speed.
The monk surnamed Lu was at the end. Before leaving, he secretly whispered a few words to the disciples guarding the Huanyun Hall. After listening, their expressions changed.
…
In about a moment, the four of them had passed through the protective formation and entered the Luoyun Sect. What they saw were towering mountain peaks and countless monks.
It is true to say that the Luoyun Sect is one of the three sects of Yunmeng Mountain, but it is far from comparable to the Yuling Sect in terms of scale and strength.
Such a sect occupies a holy land of cultivation such as Yunmeng Mountain. Not only the forces within the Tiandao Alliance covet it, but also the good and the devil.
It's just that due to the overall strength of the Tiandao Alliance, the good and the evil are not of the same mind, so the three parties have reached a strange balance.
After the invasion of the Tomb Orchid people, with a common foreign enemy, the four major forces in Tiannan passively united, and it was difficult for them to fight against each other.
Of course, there are no big disputes, but small-scale frictions cannot disappear. Cultivation is driven by interests, so how can there be real peace? This is the plan to obtain alcohol.
While they were thinking, the four of them had already flown to the top of the main peak in the center. This was a super giant peak with a height of several thousand feet. It was also one of the locations with the highest level of Luoyun Sect's spiritual veins.
Through the introduction of the silver-haired old man, the cave where the other party usually practiced was somewhere on the top of the peak, while the other monk surnamed Lu was somewhere else.
Mo Juren and Mo Juren had a special status, so the silver-haired old man did not choose the meeting hall, but directly took the two of them to his cave.
Mo Juren didn't care about this. Although he didn't care if the matter spread, it didn't matter if the other party was willing to keep a low profile, which would save a lot of trouble.
Soon a few people entered a spacious hall. It was not luxurious, but it was not shabby either. It was carefully decorated and had all kinds of items.
"It's a humble house. You two fellow Taoists, please don't dislike it. Please take a seat." The silver-haired old man chuckled and took the initiative to say hello. While speaking, he and the monk surnamed Lu also sat down separately.
At this moment, a petite figure suddenly walked into the hall from an entrance. It was a girl in an apricot-yellow dress. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked pretty and pretty.
The girl was holding a mahogany tray with brewed spiritual tea on it. As the other party gradually approached, the refreshing aroma of tea lingered.
"This is a junior in the old man's clan. He is called Cheng Wan'er. He is useless and made the two fellow Taoists laugh." The silver-haired old man said this, but the look he looked at the girl showed unabashed doting.
"Wan'er has met some seniors." The girl also bowed slightly in a very clever and clever manner, and then poured tea for them.
"Miss Wan'er is already a monk in the middle stage of foundation building at such an age. It can be seen that her talent must be extraordinary. Fellow Taoist Cheng has someone to succeed her." Mo Juren laughed, and when the other party came closer, a brilliance suddenly flashed in his hand, and a red brocade appeared in his hand.
He handed the box directly to the other party and said,
"There happens to be a gadget suitable for girls, so I'll give it to you."
"Ah..." Suddenly there was a gift, and Cheng Wan'er was stunned. Instead of reaching out to receive it, she turned to look at her ancestors.
"It's an honor for me, Luo Yun Sect, to have Friend Daoist Mo come to our sect as a guest, so why spend so much money?" The silver-haired old man smiled slightly and appreciated the person in front of him more. No wonder he already has so many famous people at such a young age.
His achievements are extraordinary just in terms of his conduct as a person.
"When we meet for the first time, it is appropriate to give some gifts to the juniors. If my fellow Taoist refuses, it means that we are dissatisfied with the difference between the two of us." Mo Juren said, and directly put the box into the girl's hands, who was a little confused.
Standing there, looking at the brocade box in his hand, it’s not a matter of accepting it, it’s also not a matter of not accepting it.
"Fellow Daoist Mo was so kind, so I thanked Wan'er for it." The silver-haired old man did not refuse, and then said to Cheng Wan'er,
"Why don't you quickly say thank you to the two seniors."
"Thank you two seniors." Cheng Wan'er was smart enough to react immediately after receiving the permission and quickly saluted solemnly.
"Okay, please step back first." The silver-haired old man waved his hand again, and the latter did not hesitate, turned around and left obediently. At this moment, he was even more impatient, especially when he knew in advance that the person coming was the angel.
The leader of the Chinese Merchant Alliance naturally wants to see what kind of treasure is in this box right away?
"What is the purpose of these two fellow Taoists coming here?" After some tea tasting, the silver-haired old man finally asked.
"I want to make a deal with Guizong." When it came to business, Mo Juren suddenly looked serious.
"Deal?" The silver-haired old man looked slightly startled. The monk surnamed Lu at the same side looked at each other and then said,
"As the leader of the Merchant Alliance, Fellow Daoist Mo is probably as rich as my Luoyun Sect. I wonder if there are any vulgar things in our sect that can catch your eyes?"
"Ding Ling Dan!" Mo Juren did not mince words and directly stated his intention.
"Ding Ling Dan!" The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes and said calmly,
"This elixir is indeed a holy elixir that can only be refined by our Luoyun Sect. I think fellow Taoists should have heard of its preciousness. Not to mention it is used for trading, even the three sects like us cannot even use it ourselves."
"Why are fellow Daoist Cheng so eager to refuse? Mo believes that everything in this world has its own value, and the Dingling Pill is no exception. As long as the price paid is enough, it is not a bad idea to trade." Mo Juren's expression remained unchanged.
He replied calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Mo is worthy of being the leader of the Tianhua Business Alliance. This confidence is admirable." The silver-haired old man chuckled, but shook his head slightly again and said,
"It's a pity that this elixir is extremely difficult to refine. Even if Cheng wanted to trade it, he couldn't do it."
"That's such a pity. Mo also specially prepared a 'Jia Zi Dan', but it has no use..." The other party still didn't let go, and Mo Juren sighed slightly, but in his words, he
The trump card was revealed.
Sure enough, when he heard the three words "Jia Zi Dan", not only the silver-haired old man, but also the monk surnamed Lu also had his eyes light up.
"Do you really have the Jiazi Pill in your hand, Fellow Daoist Mo?" The monk surnamed Lu was the first to speak. He didn't need this pill, but the silver-haired old man was different. He was already over 800 years old, and he was not far away from the thousand-year deadline.
, Sixty years may not seem like much but it is precious.
"There is indeed one. I heard that Fellow Daoist Cheng needed this thing, so I found it specially." Mo Juren nodded, and while speaking, he patted the Ten Thousand Souls Gourd. A jade box with an exquisite appearance flew straight out and slowly landed on the ground.
on the desktop.
As the lid of the box slowly opened, a thumb-sized elixir inside was revealed, which was gray-brown in color.