250, who is this old man? Why beat up the teacher?
Yan Jia made a paper bag, filled it with five cartons of cigarettes, two boxes of lighters, and threw in two boxes of domestic cigars. Wang Guan's little Chinese quintessence went in. It was not that he was reluctant to give the teacher Cuba, but that stuff was banned in China, in case he got it.
The old man is addicted to smoking. He can't just fly a flying sword and sneak out of the country to buy cigars for his teacher, right?
After dealing with the teacher, Yan Xi returned to his busy business.
Perhaps for those who live on a deserted island overseas and have nothing to do but farm various medicines and fish, the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is already "extremely rich in materials", with a dazzling array of goods.
But Yan Jia only came for a few days and saw through this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.
Except for the pure inner elixir of the sea monsters and some elixirs, there is nothing of value here.
Especially the Yuan Dan of the sea monsters is the most valuable.
However, Yan Xi also discovered that the pure essence inner elixir that can be circulated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference is only a thousand years old at best. No matter how high the quality is, it is either extremely rare or is secretly hidden and never willing to be revealed to others easily.
Don't even mention it for trading.
Yan Xi resold the supplies he robbed from the porcelain organization's stronghold, and although he exchanged dozens of pills for them, none of them were as good as the mysterious beads produced by Gou Centipede in Juyu Mountain.
But this is also what it should be. If the Gou Centipede Mysterious Pearl wasn't so precious, how could it attract swordsmen from various factions to compete for it?
A few days passed, and Yan Xi's business gradually became deserted.
Jiayinjie is still a small-scale peasant economy. Even though some cultivators have accumulated hundreds of years, they don't have much wealth. There are many casual cultivators who have a few pill beads in their hands, but only three or five pills at most. It doesn't hurt to spend one or two pills, but no matter how many pills there are,
I can't bear to take action.
After all, sea monsters cannot be killed casually. Each one has its own origin. If the powerful sea monster is angered and starts a fight, it may be destroyed at any time.
Yan Xi didn't care. He wasn't really here to do business anyway. However, during this period of time, through his business dealings, he made acquaintance with countless overseas monks. With his moderate social status, he made friends everywhere.
When he got up this morning, he received dozens of invitations and was about to choose a grand banquet to attend when he heard an old voice saying: "Disciple, what kind of big job are you doing?"
"I asked you to come here to see my junior sister, how come you started doing business?"
Yan Xi saw Nayun Sou floating over with a big red wine gourd on his back. His forehead was buzzing and he shouted: "Master! How much intense stimulation can you accept?"
Nayunli smiled slightly and said, "As a teacher, I have seen a lot. What can touch my Taoist heart?"
Yan Jia hesitated for a moment and decided to talk about a trivial matter first, saying: "My disciple happened to meet a well-known warrior in the world, Lu Weiming, the divine sword ape who is also known as one of the four gods and demons in the world. Seeing his sincerity, he
He was accepted as a disciple. However, without the teacher’s permission, he still registered his name and did not teach his skills.”
Nayun Sou smiled and said, "This is a trivial matter."
"Lu Weiming is old, you can just be an old servant and treat him like Mrs. Huang."
Seeing that the teacher was not angry, Yan Xi said again: "The disciple saw that Lu Weiming's daughter Lu Yingqi has extraordinary qualifications, so he also accepted him as his disciple."
Nayun Sou slightly twirled his beard with his hand. He came here to ask how to smoke the thick cigarette given by his apprentice? One end of the thing was blocked and could not be smoked at all. He didn't care much about this "little thing" about recruiting an apprentice.
Being particular about it, he chuckled and said, "It's a good story if a father and his daughter share the same child."
Yan Xi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The disciple also met the bitter monk from Shaochan Temple. This boy is quite sincere. He cried and begged several times, and I accepted him as my disciple?"
Nayun Sou was slightly startled and asked, "Could he be the disciple of Monk Kuxuan?"
Yan Xi replied: "Exactly!"
Nayun Sou was a little embarrassed and said: "Monk Ku is Yan Xuanji's appointed disciple! Why did you accept it first? It's hard to explain..."
"Let's not mention this matter for now, waiting for the teacher to think about it."
Yan Jia was shocked and asked: "Why is Monk Ku the designated disciple of Yan Xuanji?"
Nayun Sou smiled and said: "You have already taken people in. Do you know that Monk Ku is a warrior who has entered Xiantian? When Huang Taiwu entered Xiantian, he was already fifty or sixty years old. How old was Monk Ku? Such a beautiful and talented person
, and I worshiped a master who has a wide circle of friends, how can the various sects still know each other?"
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Xuanji let out the news early, saying that Monk Ku was his appointed disciple, but you got the first step. This is not easy to do."
Yan Xi sighed and said: "Disciple also accepted a disciple."
Nayun Sou said: "There is another one? Do you plan to be a teacher?"
Yan Xi said anxiously: "I also accepted Kou Xiangqin as my disciple."
Nayun Sou was twirling his beard with his hand. Hearing this, his hand was a little stronger and he twirled a piece of his beard and shouted angrily: "You rebellious and unfilial disciple? How did you turn your junior sister into a junior disciple? What do you want to do?"
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Yan Jia felt sweat on his forehead and said sarcastically: "My disciple took Yue Yunxin's apprentice into his sect and turned Panghe into Pangyun. I thought of recruiting someone with a higher seniority to balance things out.
Nayun Sou pushed Yan Xi down and shouted loudly: "I also see that your head is empty but your butt is bulging, so my teacher is here to balance it for you."
Nayun Sou angrily took off his shoes and slapped Yan Jia on the butt.
There was a commotion here, and Pangyun and others were alerted and rushed over together.
Pangyun, Cao August, and Bai Lihua all knew Nayun Sou and did not dare to say a word. Monk Ku was determined to take action, but he had a subtle temper. He pulled Pangyun and shouted: "Who is this old man? Why did you beat your mentor?"
Pangyun shouted in a low voice: "It's Patriarch Nayun, our master! There must be a reason for him to beat up his mentor, we can see it."
Kou Xiangqin and Lu Yingqi, who originally wanted to go to protect the master, were startled and quickly took back their steps. The two girls looked embarrassed, but they were worried that their master would not recognize them.
Lu Weiming was mature and prudent. After listening to Pangyun's words, he hurriedly retreated, so as not to see his teacher being beaten, and Yan Xi would look bad when he turned back.
It didn't matter to Cao August and Bai Lihua. They were often beaten by the teacher. When Cao August lost to Pangyun, he was humiliated. Sun Youyue hung him up in anger and whipped him for half a day. It was much more brutal than this scene.
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Nayun Sou whipped Yan Xi hundreds of times, threw his shoes on the ground, and cursed, "Traitor, will you dare to do this again in the future?"
Pangyun almost thought he was calling him, so he took half a step forward, and then he realized that traitor was not his exclusive title. This time, Naoyun was scolding his teacher.
He thought to himself: "Teacher and I now have something in common."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "This is all Pangyun's fault. I, the teacher, will take the blame." He must not be able to betray his disciple. Everything has been done. There is no point in betraying his disciple anymore.
It's better to just admit it.
Yan Xi limped and knelt on the ground, shouting weakly: "Disciple, I don't dare anymore.