The prosperity of the imperial city comes from heaven and earth.

The great monks who were like heavenly beings stayed in the Imperial City, making the Imperial City the most powerful city in Tianxuan.

There are thirty million practitioners and mortals living together in the entire Imperial City, making the Imperial City the noisiest city in the world.

The brightly lit imperial city is brighter than the stars in the sky.

On Yuyuan Street, when the lanterns first come on, it is even busier than during the day.

Officials from the imperial dynasty, people in the city, and many practitioners are everywhere.

The banks of Xianyue Lake are crowded with people.

Han Muye's shop has not yet opened, and there are many people looking at it at the door.

Zuo Yulong, the new clerk, was busy greeting people at the side, and first followed the propaganda of Han Muye Cult.

20% off discount on the opening day.

Zuo Yuting was holding a book in her hand, recording what pills she needed to see if she could prepare them later.

Cuicui and Shao Datian next door also followed Han Muye's instructions and first brought out the prepared fish fillets and several kinds of southern wilderness snacks for free tasting.

Shao Datian, in particular, crouched down, holding a plate, and lured the children over with all his might.

In front of their shop, there were more people gathered around than Zuo Yulong and his friends.

Although the expedition to the Southern Wilderness has been going on for quite some time, the snacks from the Southern Wilderness are not yet popular in Zhongzhou.

In the eyes of the people of the Imperial City, the demon clan has never been like Shao Datian.

Shao Datian teased the children, some carried them on their shoulders, and could hang three or four on their arms and swing them around. The children around him were surrounded by surprise.

Cuicui looked on, smiling, with more tears in her eyes.

She didn't know if this kind of life was what Shao Datian wanted.

She didn't know if her family members would miss her when they were in the Southern Wilderness.

Also, if my child can be saved, will he be able to live in the imperial city in the future, as carefree as the children here?

Perhaps feeling Cuicui's mood, Shao Datian came over and whispered: "Cui Cui, look at how happy the children here are."

"If we were in the Southern Wilderness, a child of this age would have already learned to hunt."

"Our children can go to school like them in the future and don't have to hunt, right?"

Cuicui nodded slightly, with a smile on her face.

Not far away, when Mu Wan turned around, she saw Han Muye smiling at her.

Living in the imperial city is not easy, but this place should be a paradise.

At least for this moment, yes.

"Madam boss, the seventh-grade Xuyuan Pill and the sixth-grade Ziyang Pill are in greatest demand. Many people also want other pills that improve body coordination."

"There are many people interested in customized elixirs, but most of the alchemy business in the city is concentrated in Yundanfang and Yudanfang, and there are few alchemy masters in other places."

When Zuo Yuting handed the book to Mu Wan, she whispered.

Mu Wan and Han Muye both looked particularly young. In those alchemy rooms, they were probably just ordinary alchemists who had just become disciples.

Zuo Yuting was curious as to how they dared to open a store on Yuyuan Street.

Mu Wan asked the siblings to go back first and come back tomorrow morning.

In order for the two brothers and sisters to study alchemy in Zhongcheng, Zuo Lin spent all his money and rented a house between Zhongcheng and Xiacheng.

In this way, every day they have to travel more than a hundred miles with the big cars going to and from Zhongcheng.

There are relatively cheap large cars in the city, which can travel hundreds of miles for only five spirit coins.

It was only through Zuo Lin's introduction that Han Muye and Mu Wan learned that in the imperial city, in addition to general spiritual stones, there were also spiritual coins specifically for mortal transactions.

A three-inch-long, half-finger-wide banknote with spiritual patterns engraved on it and the denomination.

The minimum denomination is one spirit coin.

One spiritual stone can be exchanged for one hundred spiritual coins.

There are 300 million people in the imperial city, and 90% of them are mortals. It is impossible for all of them to trade with spiritual stones.

This kind of spiritual coin cannot be commonly used in the practice world. For practitioners, it is just a blank piece of paper.

However, with the dynasty's credit guarantee, there is no problem in circulating it among mortals.

Zuo Lin said that there are also large denominations of this kind of spiritual coins, but he has never seen them before.

"After all, the mortal world is different from the world of cultivation." Mu Wan said softly as she watched the three people from the Zuo family drive away.

Han Muye nodded.

In the world of spiritual practice, strength is important. If you have strength, you will get spiritual stones. There is no reason for this.

In the mortal world, countless rules and regulations lock people in and keep them worry-free, but they also constrain them.

"By the way, junior sister, how much spirit stones did you spend on renting this shop?" Han Muye turned his head, looked at Mu Wan, and asked curiously.

Today he stopped by the carriage house to rent the carriage for five years, spending a total of 1,200 spirit stones.

This spiritual stone can be converted into spiritual coins, which is enough for a family of three to stay in Zhongcheng for several years.

If you calculate it this way, the storefront on Yuyuan Street may be ridiculously expensive.

"Senior brother, are you worried that we won't be able to earn back the rent by opening the store?" Mu Wan smiled, put the book away, turned around and walked into the small courtyard.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head from behind.

It's very possible...

After closing the shop and walking back to the wing, Han Muye felt a faint spiritual light flash around him.

However, he did not practice meditation. After suppressing the spiritual light, he reached out and unfolded a picture scroll.

Among the scrolls collected by Lu Yuzhou, there are many of Qingteng Xuwei.

This Confucian and Taoist master with elegant pen and ink is said to be as bohemian and unrestrained as Lu Yuzhou.

Maybe, this is a mutual sympathy? No, it's a mutual sympathy.

Unfold the scroll, and the nimble birds in it seem to fly out of the scroll.

A touch of awe-inspiring aura and talent merge into one line, wrapping the painting.

The bird in the scroll soared into the sky, spread its wings and flew out, flying around in the side room.

The picture scroll is spiritual and can be compared to a magic weapon.

This volume is also a priceless cultural treasure in the eyes of Confucian and Taoist practitioners.

Looking at the picture in my mind, a middle-aged man in green robes applied it casually.

Understand the technique of splashing ink.

Understand the techniques of ink painting.

…

The great road of the world leads to the same destination through different paths.

Seeing the pen and ink walking on the paper like a dragon, Han Muye's Qi Hai Sword Intention shook slightly.

In his Dantian, his condensed sword intent was constantly spinning.

The sea of ​​qi gathers the foreign sword intent, and the dantian stores its own to condense the sword.

When the essence, energy and spirit are united, it is time to form the golden elixir of swordsmanship.

In fact, now he can step into the golden elixir realm of swordsmanship in one step. He is just polishing his body and is not in a hurry.

"It's no wonder that Confucianism, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry can suppress Zhongzhou. With so many means of enlightenment, it can also crush other practitioners."

Looking at the bird flying back to the scroll, Han Muye whispered to himself.

Although it is difficult for low-level practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism to improve, when they reach high-level, their own skills are proficient and they can observe the world and enter Taoism. They are really incomparable to outsiders.

Putting away the scroll, Han Muye spread out a blank scroll.

The eight treasures turn into an ink pen.

With a smile on his face, he poured the ink from the inkstone on the table directly onto the paper, and then applied it with a large stroke.

After a moment, a picture of grapes with rich ink color appeared.

Looking at it carefully, the black grapes seem to appear in the divine treasure. The sweetness in them directly nourishes the mind.

Satisfied, he put away the ink pen after leaving the signature "Makino imitates Mr. Ioto's writing style" on the paper roll.

Looking at the empty wing, Han Muye sighed again.

The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping. Should I invite my junior sister to go to Xianyue Lake to enjoy the moon together?

If nothing else, the scenery there is really beautiful.
To be continued...