"Guests can take out all the things they have stored, or they can store them again at Dayan Silver Village, but there will be a slight additional fee.
I won't disturb my husband when he is young, and will always wait at the door for instructions."
Xu Luo walked to the cave and stuck the jade plaque to the top of the cave.
The next moment, his keen spiritual sense noticed that the dark cave suddenly became bright, and the rich vitality of the vegetation almost drowned him.
Xu Luo took out the contents one by one. The most conspicuous one was the three arm-long passion wood boxes.
When Xu Luo saw this, he was overjoyed. This passionwood was extremely precious and had always been the best choice for storing elixirs.
Behind there is a pile of banknotes redeemable on sight from Dayan Bank, totaling almost 100,000 baht. However, placed at the deepest part of the cave are some account books and books.
Xu Luo grabbed the banknote and looked at it casually, then put it aside temporarily and opened the wooden box. Sure enough, the box contained three elixirs that were at least three hundred years old.
For practitioners, no amount of these things is too much. These elixirs alone are enough to make this trip worthwhile.
He closed the box again and put it into the arms of the slave who showed up curiously from the carriage.
"Collect it first and try to see if there are any seeds left. If there are any, plant them together with the double-stemmed melons from last time."
After the Qingniu Cart absorbed the stone mirror this time, the space was finally a lot more generous. Xu Luo had already asked Tang Can to lay out a talisman array in the open space to make it a medicine garden, which would be used to pass the time for the slaves.
The books placed at the deepest place actually aroused Xu Luo's interest.
If nothing else happens, there should be a Mo family's unique technique called "Eighteen Cloud and Mist Hands".
He first piled aside those that were obviously in the form of account books, and sure enough, he found a booklet with "Eighteen Hands of Cloud and Mist" written at the bottom.
Xu Luo finally put his heart back into his stomach. With this, he finally got the Poria cocos mushroom he had been longing for for thousands of years.
Putting the book directly into his arms, he opened the account books at random, but after only reading two pages, Xu Luo's originally relaxed expression immediately turned serious.
"In the seventh year of Enwu, I was ordered to escort seven hundred-year-old ginseng and Polygonatum japonica to Beijing with a total of 43,000 taels of gold baht!"
"In the autumn of September, the eleventh year of Enwu, there were three pieces of pure heart and jade, two passionwood trees, and sixty thousand gold baht."
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"In the third year of Chongyuan, two white jade foxes were born, one three-hundred-year-old purple heart lotus, and fifty-five thousand gold baht. On the road, I met a gangster and Pei Er died."
"In the fifth year of Chongyuan, a total of six 200-year-old elixirs were robbed outside Huanjing City. All the guardsmen were killed and all property was lost. The family of the master of Jingjing was furious!"
What is recorded in this account book are all records of the Mo family's confessions to someone in Gaojing. The wealth they provided each time was horrifying even to Xu Luo now.
Especially those precious elixirs cast a shadow over Xu Luo's heart.
Although there are only a few medicinal herbs offered at one time, this is definitely the majority of the harvest of the Mo family in Anmo Mountain. But it was sent to the reward capital in such an honest way. One can imagine the terrifying attitude of the people behind the scenes.
Deterrence!
Moreover, it is impossible for ordinary people to be so eager for precious materials and elixirs, so there is only one answer.
The people standing behind the Mo family are absolutely inseparable from the practitioners.
Even though the mulberry dove occupied the magpie nest behind and took charge of the Mo family, the offerings from time to time were never stopped.
How could Yishan Sanna, a fierce male, be so honest?
Unless he knew the identity of the person behind him, he would not dare to show even the slightest hint of resistance.
Even after his death, he did not reveal even the huge wealth of the Mo family to Xu Luo and Xu Luo, obviously not wanting the two of them to get involved again.
Thinking of this, Xu Luo felt a slight chill in his vest.
Even though Shan Sang died in front of him, Xu Luo would definitely not be his opponent in a serious fight, but even he didn't dare to resist, then...
For a moment, Xu Luo felt that the surroundings seemed to be a bit colder, and he almost wanted to run away with the bucket.
The Mo family was wiped out, although he was just a victim on the surface.
But in this world, no matter how foolproof it is, no matter how deceptive it is, there are only two words to be afraid of, serious!
What's more, from the beginning to the end, was he really flawless?
After a moment of silence, Xu Luo stuffed everything into the cart and left the underground treasure house without saying a word.
At this time, he couldn't even believe the most reputable Dayan Bank.
Having lived for two generations, he could only understand that sometimes, when the power reaches a certain level, all the secrets in the world are just a piece of paper in their eyes, which can be broken with just one poke.
Xu Luo looked at the still enthusiastic young man in front of him, his thoughts swirled in his mind, and finally he resisted the desire to take action, smiled and said goodbye to him and left.
Walking to the lively long street, the gentle sunshine was shining on me, and the faces of the people around me seemed to have a little more smiles.
A faint warmth enveloped him, which also dispelled the chill in Xu Luo's heart.
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Xu Luo took a long breath and suddenly shook his head and laughed. He still had too little experience and experience, and his mind was not calm enough.
In the past, I was used to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, hiding myself out of everyone's sight. But as my realm improves and my combat power increases, can I really still be able to hide myself?
It is now the seventh year of Chongyuan. According to the rules of accounting records, manuscripts are sent to Beijing every two or three years.
The last record was recorded in the fifth year of Chongyuan, which means that he still has at most one year to increase his strength.
No matter how much you think about it now, it’s useless!
After all, in this era where great power is attributed to oneself, most of the so-called scheming is just a little cleverness, worthless in front of magical powers.
This period of time has been smooth sailing. Although there were occasional setbacks, I always had the last laugh, which made Xu Luo feel a little elated.
This time it was a warning to him!
Not to mention the entire Jueling Realm, even if it was just the country of Dayan, he was just a little ant. People used to be too lazy to look at him. If they really wanted to deal with him, it might be a matter of just one finger.
After Xu Luo reflected carefully, his whole person became more calm.
But when he returned to Xiansiju, he quietly made preparations. First, he transplanted all the black lotus seeds in the backyard into the carriage.
After being cultivated by the slaves for such a long time, the number of black lotus seeds is not small. Even if the green ox cart has the opportunity of a strange stone mirror, the internal space has more than doubled, and most of the carriage is still packed.
Coupled with Bingdi melon and some other elixirs, the cart at this time is more like a mobile medicine garden.
But Xu Luo didn't care. He had already decided that he would never let the slave out of his sight again unless it was absolutely necessary.
As for what if the enemy comes to your door, haha, then we will fight. If we can't fight, then we will die together!
At night, Xu Luo, who was silently imagining the true form of the demon ape, heard a knock on the door.
He glanced at Ji Nu, and the little girl floated in the wind knowingly, and a lotus root opened the door like a tentacle.