"Friends from the waterway," the bald head said tremblingly: "The goods you want are ready. Please, please accept them."

After saying that, he turned around and motioned to a young man behind him.

The young man pursed his lips, seemingly reluctantly. Under the intense gaze of the bald head, he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it over.

Yang Zhen took it inexplicably, and when she scanned it with her consciousness, there was a large pile of roughly refined black iron and fine gold inside!

"What is this for?" he asked in surprise.

"Isn't this what you want?" Baldhead explained, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and he obviously realized something was wrong.

After a while, both parties finally figured out that this was a misunderstanding.

It turns out that the bald man actually thought they were monks from Sangzhou!

"The senior sister behind you is so young and already has a foundation-building cultivation. We, we thought, she must be a traitor cultivator from Sangzhou!" Bald Head muttered.

"Why can't we be disciples of the sect?" Yang Zhen asked.

"How did I know that disciples of the sect would also come to a remote place like ours?" The bald head sneered.

"So, you just handed over the fine gold?"

"Well, when the Sangzhou thieves came last time, they told us to prepare two months' worth of goods at all times, otherwise we will leave them alone!" the bald head said with a sad face.

"Holy shit!" Yang Zhen cursed and had nothing to say for a moment.

"Okay, you guys can rest. We'll talk about other things tomorrow morning!" He waved his hand.

He knew how to open the door, and originally wanted to spend the night in this courtyard. However, seeing the mess inside and the various unpleasant smells, he thought about it and went to find a place in the mountains to feel comfortable.

The next day, Yang and Zhao called everyone together and counted their heads. There were three monks and thirty-one mortals in total.

He didn't bother to remember the names of these three monks. Anyway, they were all named Hou. The oldest bald one was Hou Da, the youngest one who took out the storage bag was Hou San, and the other Hou Er.

Among them, Hou Daxiu has nine levels of Qi training, Hou Er has seven levels of Qi training, and Hou Three has only four levels of Qi training.

Although Hou Da's cultivation level exceeds that of Yang Zhen, he is so sophisticated that he dare not show any disrespect to the disciples of the sect, not to mention that there is Zhao Yue'er who is in the foundation building period behind him.

Yang Zhen took out a large amount of clothes directly from the space and ordered these mortals to take a good bath at the stream not far away. Although working as a miner for a day, you will definitely be dirty when you come back at night, but daily cleaning can still be done

, can also prevent various diseases.

The three monks followed his instructions to clean the small courtyard.

He went around the yard and, together with Yiyi, arranged a natural illusion formation, which was still overlapping.

Although the people of Hechuan Shang think that the possibility of attack in this place is low, they must take precautions and these precautions cannot be neglected.

As long as there are enough spiritual stones, the illusion formation can last until the day they leave.

The courtyard looked brand new after cleaning, but he and Zhao Yue'er still built another small wooden house in a mountain col a hundred and twenty feet away, using it as their residence.

At this distance, Yiyi and Zhao Yue'er's spiritual consciousness can pay attention to the small courtyard at any time, and they can arrive in time if there is any situation.

In addition, the frantic Yang Zhen set up several overlapping formations around the wooden house, in the bushes 20 feet away from the small courtyard, near the entrance of the mine, etc. At the same time, she warned the people in the small courtyard not to set foot in these places at will.

, you can only take fixed routes in and out of the yard, etc.

There was once a miner who refused to listen and accidentally entered it. Then he couldn't get out for most of the day. He cried until he was hoarse before being released by Yang Zhen who had returned from cultivation.

Since then, no one dared to disobey their warning.

And Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er also spent a very pleasant time in this valley.

The two of them would practice together, climb cliffs, swim and fish in the lake, or chase and play in the air. Sometimes they would even run to the nearest town and bring a lot of food and clothing to the miners.

Seeing their expressions of gratitude, the two looked at each other and smiled, feeling very happy in their hearts.

Sometimes Yang Zhen even feels that living happily with the little girl for the rest of her life is not a waste of time.

It's a pity that they didn't come here for vacation after all. And things in the world sometimes just happen to be so coincidental, and this remote black rock peak once again became the target of the Sangzhou people.

On the fifteenth day after they arrived at Black Rock Peak, at dusk, on the endless blue waves, a ship was cutting through the waves.

This is a large gray-blue ship, which is almost the same color as the sea water around it. If you look down from a high altitude, you might be mistaken.

Of course, in this world of immortality, color alone cannot deceive people. The hull of this ship is also covered with a material called blue dust. This material is extracted from blue algae on the seabed. Like obsidian, it has the ability to prevent

The role of spiritual prying eyes.

In the vast blue sea, even Jindan Zhenren, who has powerful spiritual consciousness, cannot carefully check every surface of the sea, and often misses this object.

What's more, this boat is also capable of diving. It is invisible and colorless in the sea water, and it looks like a huge jellyfish.

Due to these characteristics of this ship, the monks who went to sea gave it the title of ghost ship, which means that it is elusive and difficult to detect.

And it was with the help of such treasures that the Sangzhou people escaped from the Yunxiao Sect's pursuit time and time again, returning home laden with looted goods.

At this time, on the bow of this ten-foot-long ghost ship stood a young man with a short beard, his clothes rustling in the sea breeze.

This person's name is Xian Shengmen, and he is the nephew of Xian Yue Ji who was killed by Zhao Beiqing in Qingzhou.

The Xian family, like the Zhao family, was also a two-purple family back then. It was already a big family in a corner of Sangzhou.

Over the years, Sangzhou invaded Qingzhou several times, and Xianshengmen was the main instigator and participant. Just because he always felt that his aunt died in an unknown manner, he was full of deep-seated hatred for Qingzhou.

"Master," a man in short clothes said respectfully from behind him: "There are still eight hundred miles away from Qingzhou."

The ghost ship can travel four hundred or eight hundred miles per hour in the sea, which is two hours.

Xianshengmen glanced at the setting sun on the horizon, silently estimated the time, and waved: "Let's go back to the cabin to discuss things!"

In the three-foot-long cabin, more than 20 monks were sitting on the floor, which looked a bit crowded.

After entering Xianshengmen, these people leaned down and sang together: "I have met the master of the family!"

That's right, when the Sangzhou people rob, they usually use their families as small groups. At this time, the more than 20 foundation builders in the cabin are all elites of the Xian clan.

Xianshengmen nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down. As soon as they sat down, a map of Qingzhou slowly opened behind him.

"Master," an old-looking monk sitting in front straightened up with a worried look on his face:
Chapter completed!