Over the years since the rise of the Xiao family, Guanyun Peak has no longer been used as a place to pay tribute, and the flow of people has decreased a lot. Fortunately, Yujiafang City has been destroyed, and the Xu Kingdom in the north is in need of development. Most of the Wangyue Lake and the smaller half of Xu Passengers from all over the world are flocking to Guanyunfengfang City, so it will not be too different from before.
Deep in the city, Li Qiuyang squatted in front of a store, holding a few furs in his hands, pushing the casual cultivator in front of him. The man blushed and shouted:
"I am practicing Qi with the skin of a monster. It is intact! Why is it not worth seven spiritual stones?"
Li Qiuyang has become a Zaqi monk, and his path has come to an end. He was lucky enough to get this extended life span of nearly a hundred years. Zaqi monks have poor fighting skills and only have the reputation of practicing Qi and the ability to control the wind. In the middle of Lijiafang City The store was in need of manpower, and Li Xuanxuan thought that it would be better to earn the spiritual stone for others than for his own family, so he called Li Qiuyang to go to the market to look for work.
Seeing this casual cultivator acting playfully, Li Qiuyang smiled bitterly and replied:
"Fellow Taoist, although this skin is that of a qi-training monster, it is not very shiny and messy. At first glance, it looks like a little demon who has just started practicing qi. Although the fur is intact, it is only a small beast half the size of a human..."
"Li Laosan! Don't talk nonsense and slander me!"
The man saw Li Qiuyang reducing this man to nothing, and immediately cursed Li Qiuyang. When Li Qiuyang was under Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling in the shop, the man called him Li Laosan, with a face full of anger.
Li Qiuyang didn't care at all, he just cupped his hands and said:
"Fellow Taoist, no shop is worth seven spiritual stones!"
"The land of the Central Plains has been completely destroyed by Buddhism and cultivation for hundreds of years..."
Li Qiuyang responded respectfully, and Li Xuanxuan gritted his teeth and said:
The man looked at him angrily, threw the gray fur on the table, and shouted:
"Big shopkeeper!"
Li Xuanxuan's talent is limited and he is still wandering on the second level of Qi training. Li Xuanling, the son of Li Tongya, is much better and is now on the third level of Qi training. They are practicing together in Fangshi. From time to time they leave Guanyun Peak and go north, towards Xu Guo and Dajiang went to explore the direction, saying they wanted to gain some insights for their families. Sometimes they didn't return home for more than half a month. It had already been more than two months, which made Li Xuanxuan very anxious.
Li Xuanling looked at the densely packed temples on the mountain and sighed in his heart. According to the immortal cultivators, the immortal way weakened after the battle between immortals and demons and lost the north. Most of the existing big families and sects moved from the north after the battle between immortals and demons. Yes, now that he has returned to the north, he can see that there are no traces of immortal cultivators anywhere. Although he does not approve of those cultivators of the Zifu Jindan Dao, he still sighed when he saw this scene.
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The competition in this market is fierce. Although the Li family has the support of the foundation and the marriage of the Xiao family, most of this market is the property of the Xiao family, and everyone is their own. Li Xuanxuan has to maintain the favors and relationships. Earning enough profits is also exhausting.
Li Qiuyang nodded, counted out six spiritual stones and gave them out. The man snorted and walked away. It was not until he left the yard that a young man poked his head out from the corner. He had a plain appearance and a slightly high eyebrow arch. road:
"This man has such a big temper."
Duan Chen Township is in the southernmost part of the Zhao Kingdom, at the junction of Xu and Zhao. It is rumored that this place was the place where northern aristocratic families came across the river when they crossed the south. However, it has been occupied by Buddhist monks for hundreds of years.
"I still have to ask my ancestor."
"Six is six."
There is a small temple in Duanchen Township, namely Duanchen Temple. According to the rules in the north, the entire land in Duanchen Township is owned by the temple. The monks are tenant farmers, but they are called "Sengjihu" in a nice way. A few barbarian nobles stayed in the temple for food and accommodation, practicing Buddhist teachings.
The Li family is now considered an aristocratic family. Although it is not as good as the three sects and seven sects, not only does it have some magic marks, but also the layers of measures on the storage bag. At least there are some methods. As long as the jade talisman is crushed, other parts can inform each other. direction.
Li Xuanling stayed in this ghost place for a whole month, and deeply realized the difficulties of Buddhism. When he first came here, he was wearing a Taoist robe, and the skinny tenant farmers seemed to have seen a disaster star when they saw him, and there were even small ones. He looked at these dolls with hatred beyond words, and secretly despised him. If he was not a Qi-training monk, he would have been tied up and sent up the mountain.
"Bring me some pen and ink. I'll write a letter to my family and send Donghe to have a look!"
Zhao Guo, Duan Chen Township.
Li Qiuyang called out, and Li Xuanxuan nodded. He is now about fifty years old. He doesn't like to be active as he gets older, and he only looks at the store.
"Seventy-one days, it's been more than two months."
"Clan leader."
"My appearance is not suitable for walking in the north."
Looking at the scrawny but busy tenants below, Li Xuanling felt deeply that in the north there were no vaudevilles, opera houses, shops and hawkers, only endless yellow land and tenant farmers with shaved heads and pigtails, a lifeless atmosphere.
Li Qiuyang shook his head. He was used to the attitude of the casual cultivators. He was just a miscellaneous monk. He could be called an immortal master outside. But in this city, his status was not as good as that of the outstanding fetal breath cultivator. He only shook his head. , replied:
"Mu Feng, my family intends to transfer you back to the lake. You should perform well, get close to the clan members, and strive to obtain the third-grade inheritance."
"Fortunately, nothing happened to Yu Fu..."
"I don't know what happened to Xuan Feng in Yishan City. I heard that there are countless monsters and ghosts in southern Xinjiang. Fortunately, the Sword Immortal is also in southern Xinjiang and should be able to protect him."
But just as he settled in the field, a tenant farmer shouted, and a group of tenant farmers all knelt down and fell to the ground in unison. The braids on the back of their heads stood up, like a pumpkin with black stems, spread out on the field. Full.
He pinched the spell, changed his form, wore a brown robe, and had a shiny bald head. He turned the magic sword in his hand into a long stick through illusion, and then he fell down, wanting to ask for directions.
That being said, Xu State and the Dajiang River are vast, and Li Xuanling's whereabouts are uncertain, and it is difficult to find them. However, it is a waste of manpower. Li Xuanxuan wrote a few words on the small letter, then sighed and put down the pen.
Li Xuanxuan thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and ink and started writing in the small letter.
Li Qiuyang remained silent, thinking secretly in his heart.
Li Xuanxuan took out a small jade pendant from his arms and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was crystal clear and moist.
Chen Mufeng nodded vigorously and asked with some hope:
"The third-grade martial arts in the clan have always been practiced by the main family, and the branches and surnames will not be given unless they have great merit. It is said that the Donghe clan uncle followed Xiang Pinggong to the west and narrowly escaped death before he was rewarded. I am afraid it will not be easy for me to obtain this skill... …”
While Li Qiuyang was thinking about it, Chen Mufeng called out and woke him up immediately. He saw a man coming down slowly from the upper level. He was dressed in gray clothes, his beard was meticulously combed, his hair was gray and black, and he was walking down with his hands behind his back.
He stroked his gray-black beard, counted the days, and said uneasily:
"Have you been away from Xuanling for several months? You haven't returned yet..."
"I've met the mage!"
The man at the front seemed to be a tall man, with a haggard face, but a fanatical expression and a high-pitched voice. Li Xuanling looked up and saw several thin women and children in the distance who fainted from excitement and fell to the ground.
A person turned back to see them.
"you……"
Li Xuanling opened his mouth, feeling an inexplicable sadness rising in his heart, and was speechless for a moment.