Tens of thousands of taels of silver is really nothing to the Yang family. It's just a drop in the bucket when it comes to hundreds of thousands of loads of grain.
But if Yang Jiujiu can really become a disciple of Zui Taoist of Cangyun Sect, that will be extraordinary. At least it can guarantee that the Yang family will not decline in the next few hundred years.
Yang Dashan immediately snapped the case and said: "Young Master Ye, are the tens of thousands taels of silver a little short? I will prepare five hundred thousand taels of silver notes tomorrow. Since Taoist Master Qingfeng likes to drink, I can provide Qiantan of the best Fenjiu every year.
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Ye Xiaochuan's eyes almost popped out of his head, thinking that the Yang family was not in the business of grain trading, but in gold mining, right?
He patted his thigh and said: "Mr. Yang Dashan is really a cheerful person. Let's discuss the price of my golden nanmu, and then I can write a letter to Master."
Although Ye Xiaochuan is young, he has not been in the black market in Cangyun Mountain for nothing these years. Of course, he can figure out the current situation. Yang Dashan is not short of money and wants to send his daughter to Cangyun Sect. Now
Even if he sells the golden nanmu as golden wood, Yang Dashan probably won't refuse.
Living in the west wing of the Yang family, with crane velvet, soft brocade, and lavender pillows, Ye Xiaochuan held a stack of banknotes in his arms, a total of ten thousand taels. He was so excited that he had insomnia.
Everyone knows that gods are good, but they cannot forget their fame!
Where are the gods of ancient and modern times? The graves are covered with grass.
Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten!
In the end, I only regretted that there was not much to gather, and when the time came, my eyes closed.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife cannot forget them!
I express my gratitude to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.
Ye Xiaochuan hummed "The Song of the Immortals" in his mouth. He really couldn't figure out why so many people in the world wanted to enter the deserted mountains and wild ridges to practice Taoism. Not to mention that no one had ever ascended to immortality in the daytime, even if they could.
What can I do if I become a god?
Take the Cangyun Sect as an example. There are so many cultivators who are smart young people from all over the world. But after a few decades, how many lucky people will reach the fifth level of air control? Not in Cangyun.
Shan has been a handyman disciple all his life? He spent his whole life mediocrely for the sake of that illusory dream of immortality.
Even if a few people succeed in cultivating Taoism and live for three to five hundred years, so what? They are not destined to die alone. They either become monks, nuns, or Taoists, or they are bachelors for the rest of their lives. In the world of cultivation, there are probably not enough people who can really find their own good marriage.
One percent.
Senior Situ Feng said that only by practicing necromancy, digging out the heart to become a zombie, cutting off love, and killing the world, can one achieve immortality. This is too boring.
Ye Xiaochuan does not have the ambition to achieve immortality. His dream is to be like Yang Dashan, sitting on a mountain of gold and silver that can never be spent, and enjoying a hundred years of life as he pleases. Wouldn't it be happy?
It was late at night, and Ye Xiaochuan still didn't feel sleepy at all with the 10,000 taels of silver notes in his arms. He wrote a letter of recommendation. Even if the old alcoholic master didn't want to accept Yang Jiujiu as his disciple, he had been worshiping him in the Yang family for hundreds of years.
For the sake of his own portrait, Yang Jiu will not be driven out of Cangyun. This is enough.
Regarding the relationship between his old alcoholic master and the Yang family, Ye Xiaochuan found it funny when he thought about it. Hundreds of years ago, he accidentally saved a poor man who fell into the water. Hundreds of years later, the descendants of that poor man were already in Jiangnan.
He was a famous merchant in the area, and he happened to bump into him. This was the time for him to make a fortune.
Just as Ye Xiaochuan was scratching his stomach and wondering if there was any way to scrape off a layer of oil and water from Yang Dashan's body, Yun Yazi slowly said to Yun Qiyou in a pavilion in the pine forest outside the city: "In recent times,
Just follow me."
There was a hint of doubt on Yun Qiyou's beautiful face, a little confused.
Yun Yazi said: "I met an expert in Xifeng City a while ago. I don't admire many people in my life, only three and a half. That expert counts me as one of the people I admire. I wander around the world.
For hundreds of years, I have lived the life of idle clouds and wild cranes. Now that I am older, I have lost the competitive spirit of young people. He has a successor. I also want to find a successor. In the future, you will have a chance to win against that expert.
Disciple, even if my soul enters the ghost world after death, I will still laugh out loud with joy."
Yun Qiyou quickly knelt down and said, "Master, uncle, this disciple already has a master."
Yun Yazi waved his hand and said: "I didn't say I would accept you as a disciple, I just taught you some Cangyun Taoism. This can be regarded as a small game between me and that expert."
After saying that, Yun Yazi rolled his eyes and said: "You are here to find Ye Xiaochuan, right? Ye Xiaochuan must have stolen a lot of money from Rich Master Yang now. Should we do another robbery on the way?"
Yun Qiyou's pale face suddenly looked a little embarrassed, and his face seemed to be a little red.
She said: "Uncle Master, you... know..."
Yun Yazi said with a smile: "I also came from Xifeng City. I know more or less that the three Fengchen heroes specialize in robbing the male and female heroes. I can't stand this kid getting rich either. Tonight I will teach you how to make a fortune.
The Sixth Generation Renjia and Five Ghost Moving Techniques created by Master Tianhong, the sixth generation founder of Yun, can move the money from that brat Ye Xiaochuan into his own pocket without anyone noticing!"
I saw Yun Yazi taking out five yellow-brown talismans from his arms. On the talismans, there were unique Taoist ink urns and alchemy patterns painted with cinnabar.
As Yun Yazi recited an obscure incantation, the five talismans disappeared out of thin air.
At dawn, Ye Xiaochuan finally felt tired and drowsy. When he was half asleep and half awake, suddenly a gust of night wind blew from the window, and a faint coolness swept through his body.
He turned over comfortably on the brocade couch, but at this moment, the Immortality Art hanging around his neck suddenly trembled slightly, as if it was awakened by some force.
Ye Xiaochuan opened his eyes slightly and saw black streams of light slowly flowing in the room. If he looked carefully, he saw that these black streams of light were actually coming from the jade around his neck, and his expression suddenly changed.
Suddenly, a dry and pale hand stretched out from the darkness. The hand was as fast as lightning. Before Ye Xiaochuan could react, the pale hand actually took out the nanmu he had resold for money from his clothes.
A stack of banknotes came.
"Who! Dare to steal my money!"
Ye Xiaochuan was not an ordinary person. He fell down from the brocade couch as soon as a carp stood upright. His edgeless sword was instantly unsheathed and he slashed at the shadow with one strike.
Unexpectedly, after the figure was split open by his sword, he turned into five pale ghosts, grinning strangely at him, each of the five ghosts holding a stack of silver notes in their hands.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't have time to think too much, his true power was dazzled, and the dark blue sword energy rushed out, and said angrily: "If you dare to steal my money, I will beat you to death!"
The five Yin spirits screamed strangely, spun on the spot, puffs of white air rose up, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Ye Xiaochuan was keenly aware of the direction in which they were escaping, so he broke through the window and chased them out with his sword. However, when he chased them outside the house, he could no longer feel the five ghosts at all.
"Six Ding Renjia, five ghosts bring wealth? How is it possible! This is the Taoist technique of our Cangyun Sect, which has been lost for at least a thousand years! How come it appears here!"