"Those people just want to use us to make alchemy." Gongyang Guantu waved his hands repeatedly, his eyes full of disdain, "We are pursuing the peak of alchemy, how can we associate with these profit-seeking people?"
This old man is very old, but he is still so simple. You want to seek refuge with others, but you are unwilling to work hard. Do you want others to pay a lot of money to invite a Bodhisattva to come back and worship him?
After hearing Gongyang Guantu's rather childish remarks, Zhong Wen couldn't help but secretly complain.
"Outside of the 'Alchemy Pavilion', you are the only one who admires your alchemy skills, little brother." I heard Gongyang Guantu continue, "Besides, little brother is surrounded by a cloud of beauties and is followed by spiritual masters and servants. He must be from Da.
With power and a well-off family, he is the most ideal candidate for refuge."
Hearing Gongyang Guantu speak so straightforwardly and without concealing his thoughts, Zhong Wendeng felt that he couldn't laugh or cry. However, the three white-haired old men behind him nodded in agreement, and there were actually three of them.
A fool as good as Gongyang Guantu.
Although it was funny, he was also a little touched. He felt that it was rare for him to maintain a pure heart at such a young age. A moment ago, he was secretly complaining about the unrealistic ideas of the old man Gongyang, but now he was slightly moved.
He began to seriously think about the significance of taking the four 'Dan Pavilion' elders under his command.
That's all, if these idiots are allowed to go out and wander around, they will probably be betrayed without knowing it, so just treat them as respecting the old and loving the young!
"Thanks to the trust of seniors, Zhong Wen is flattered." After thinking for a moment, Zhong Wen sighed and said slowly, "If the four seniors are willing to come to Qingfeng Mountain..."
"There are still a few disciples." Gongyang Guantu interrupted.
"If the four seniors and disciples are willing to come to Qingfeng Mountain to take charge, Zhong Wen will naturally welcome them." Zhong Wen changed his words, "It just so happens that our Qingfeng Mountain business is in the elixir business. Seniors are studying the medicinal materials needed for alchemy.
This sect can also handle it all, but you must agree to one condition."
"What, what conditions?" Gongyang Guantu stared at Zhong Wen nervously, fearing that he would be like those "common people" and treat them as tools, refining elixirs for the sect forces day and night.
"There is a female disciple in our sect who loves spiritual medicine and alchemy, but she suffers from no one to communicate with her on weekdays." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "I hope you can take time out of your busy schedule to give her some advice. Zhong Wen is grateful.
Not enough."
The female disciple he mentioned was naturally Yin Ning'er.
This aloof girl, who seems to be repulsive to others, always talks endlessly and cannot stop once she talks about a topic that interests her.
When Zhong Wen was away from Qingfeng Mountain, he could almost imagine how lonely the girl would be without someone to explore.
Therefore, after hearing the request of Gongyang Guantu and others, he suddenly had an idea and wanted to bring these experienced old alchemists to Yaowang Valley, first to be Yin Ning'er's companions, and second class
It is also to share some of the hard work for the girl who is in charge of the entire Yaowang Valley Lingtian independently.
"no problem!"
Seeing that Zhong Wen did not intend to treat him as a coolie, the four people in Gongyang Guantu breathed a sigh of relief and responded in unison.
"In this case, senior might as well call the disciples here." Zhong Wen got four alchemy masters for nothing, and he was in a very happy mood, "Let's set off today."
The four white-haired old men made an appointment with Zhong Wen, exchanged polite greetings, and then rushed out the door, each preparing to go.
Gongyang Guantu and others focused on alchemy all their lives, neither hoarding property nor having much time to teach their disciples. Therefore, when they appeared again, each of them only had one direct disciple accompanying them, and their luggage was extremely streamlined.
The ages of these four disciples range from twenty to forty. Among them, Gongyang Guantu's disciple is Mo Sang, a handsome young man who once transported "Indigo Beauty" to Zhong Wen.
"Old enemy, if you have any news about Zhuma, remember to send a letter to me immediately." Before leaving, Zhong Wen did not forget to tell Qiu Tianlong.
"My lord, rest assured, the enemy is now under control." Qiu Tianlong replied firmly, "I will definitely use the strength of the entire enemy to find the whereabouts of Miss Zhuma even if the empire is turned upside down!"
"Please!" Zhong Wen patted Qiu Tianlong on the shoulder, then turned to look at Ma Yun, "Brother, let's go!"
"Okay, let's go!" Ma Yun nodded, turned around and waved.
The convoy of the "Tianmao Chamber of Commerce" moved slowly, and its wheels rolled across the ground, leaving countless deep marks, which showed that the company had gained a lot from this "foreign trade".
"Little junior brother!"
Zhong Wen was about to get on the carriage when a clear and sweet voice suddenly came from behind him.
Turning his head to look, he saw a beautiful silver figure standing neatly behind him. His eyes were wandering and he was looking forward to her posture. There was a hint of lingering sadness on his pink face. She was the only one who was her aunt Zhong Wuyan.
Personal disciple, the young genius Ji Weizhu of "Lingxiao Holy Land".
"Sister Ji." Zhong Wen waved to her with a bright smile on his face.
"Junior brother, are you leaving?" A trace of surprise flashed in Ji Weizhu's eyes.
"Yes, I have some urgent matters to deal with, so I have to go back to Daqian first." Zhong Wen said frankly.
"Before I leave, do you want to meet with Master again?" Ji Weizhu couldn't help but ask, "You saved Master, they both miss you very much."
"No." Zhong Wen smiled and shook his head, "I will come again in a while. Then I will go to visit my aunt and ask my sister to convey the message on my behalf."
"Then... well, take care of yourself." Ji Weizhu was silent for a long time, then finally lowered her head and said softly.
In a position where Zhong Wen couldn't see her, a trace of sadness and reluctance flashed in her eyes.
"You too." Zhong Wen smiled slightly, turned around and stepped on the edge of the carriage.
"Wait a minute." Ji Weizhu suddenly raised his head, his beautiful big eyes shining brightly with determination.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Wen turned around again.
"Take this." Ji Weizhu moved her lotus feet, came to Zhong Wen in a few steps, stuffed something into Zhong Wen's hand, then turned around and ran out in a panic, and soon disappeared around the corner of the street.
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Zhong Wen looked down and saw a pink-orange purse lying quietly in the palm of his hand. On the front, there were several green bamboos and a long sword embroidered with gold threads. The style was very different from the purses embroidered by ordinary daughters. Come closer.
If you look closely, you can smell a faint fragrance.
After untying the tether, what comes into view is a small red wooden sign. On the front and back of the sign, there are large golden characters, respectively, which are the characters "An" and "平" in ancient sacred texts.
Could this be...a talisman?
Sister Ji is really interested.
In his two lifetimes, he had never received an amulet from a girl. Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He turned the wooden sign over and over for a moment, then put it back into his purse and hung it around his neck with a red rope.
superior.
At the corner, Ji Weizhu was leaning against the wall, panting, her chest rising and falling, and her face flushed, adding even more color to her already beautiful face.
She just handed Zhong Wen a purse, but it seemed that it took all her strength to run dozens of steps. The dignified Tianlu practitioner actually felt a little out of breath.
"Little thief!"
Before Zhong Wen could enter the carriage, another soft and moving voice sounded from behind.
Why is it so lively today?
Zhong Wen turned around in surprise and saw a beautiful woman with a stunning appearance standing quietly not far away. She was wearing a white dress and a pair of red soft armor around her waist, fastened with a light yellow belt.
Tightly tied up, it highlights the exquisite and charming figure. There is a silver gun behind the back and a sword at the waist. It shows a heroic appearance and a graceful figure.
"Silly girl?" Zhong Wen naturally could not fail to recognize that this heroic and beautiful girl was none other than Jiang Yushi, the former commander-in-chief of the Fulong Empire's army.
"This little brother is so gorgeous!" Elder Xia, who followed Gongyang Guantu and left the "Dan Pavilion", saw that when Zhong Wen was leaving, beauties one after another came to practice, plus Ye Qinglian who had already got on the bus.
He also has a fairy-like appearance and a devilish figure. He couldn't help but sigh with sincerity, "If I had seen him when I was young, I would have gone crazy with jealousy."
"It's nothing more than that." Elder Tian curled his lips and said unconvinced, "When I was young, the woman who came to practice it would have blocked the whole street."
"Are you afraid that you are going crazy?" Elder Xia sneered, "I see that your pure Yang body is still intact. Do all these women love to chat with you while lying in bed?"
"Fuck you!" Elder Tian said angrily, "You are the pure yang body, and your whole family is pure yang body!"
"Even if there are so many women who like you." Elder Xia pointed at Jiang Yushi and said, "Are there any of them who are as beautiful as this girl?"
"This..." Elder Tian stared at Jiang Yushi's fairy-like appearance for a long time, and finally said dejectedly, "It's just a little bit off."
While the two former "Dan Pavilion" elders were chatting, Jiang Yushi lightly opened her lips and said, "Are you going back?"
"I won't go back, I'll ride back on horseback." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "What, you don't want me to leave? Do you want me to stay?"
"Bah, I want you to stay? I want you to die!" Jiang Yushi stared at his delicate face and said viciously.
"Aren't you here to save me?" Zhong Wen pretended to be sad, "Then what are you here for?"
"I have been praying for you to get out of the Fulong Empire every day." Jiang Yushi sighed softly, "It's a pity that I finally have to wait for you to leave, but I still have to walk with you for a while."
"Come with us?" Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this, "You want to go to work?".
"Yes, I am going to see the Emperor of Daqian on my father's orders." Jiang Yushi glared at him lightly, "Since you want to go back to Daqian, I can take your carriage."
"After talking for a long time, it turns out that you want to use my carriage for free?" Zhong Wen suddenly realized, "After all, you are a young lady from the first family, why are you so stingy? You are not even willing to pay for the carriage. Do you know the 'Integrity'? How to write the word?"
"You..." Jiang Yushi's face turned red and she was so angry that she could hardly speak. After a long while, she reached into her arms, took out a small white cloth bag, threw it at Zhong Wen, and asked loudly , "Is this enough?"
Zhong Wen caught the bag, squeezed it with his left hand, and lifted it with his right hand. He instantly judged that there were a lot of spiritual crystals in the bag, and a smile spread across his face, "That's enough, that's enough. Miss Jiang, just get in the car and think about it." Sit for as long as you want!"
Jiang Yushi snorted coldly, stamped her feet, and appeared in Zhong Wen's carriage in a flash. She held her skirt in hand and sat quietly opposite Ye Qinglian.
Ye Qinglian, who was closing her eyes to rest her mind, opened her eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Yushi. Then she slowly closed her eyes and said nothing again, as if nothing had happened.
This time, Zhong Wen finally boarded the carriage smoothly, and the "Tianmao Chamber of Commerce" convoy started to move slowly, drifting away, and soon disappeared outside the imperial capital.
The tallest building in the main residence of Jiang Mansion is a nine-story tower named "Wanghe Tower". The naming method is somewhat similar to the "Guanhe Tower" in "Dan Pavilion".
At this time, in front of the observation deck on the ninth floor of the "Wanghe Tower", Jiang Tianhe, the head of the Jiang family, looked down at the "Tianmao Chamber of Commerce" convoy that was slowly leaving, and remained silent for a long time.
"Why send Yushi to Daqian?" Jiang Yulong's voice came from behind.
"After going through so much, I finally understand it." Jiang Tianhe said calmly, "Even if it is a wealthy and famous family like the Gong family, why don't they teach people to destroy the family if they say it is to be destroyed? It is time to leave a way out for our Jiang family. Already."
"What about Da Gan?" Jiang Yulong murmured, "Our relationship with Da Gan is not very friendly."
"So what?" Jiang Tianhe smiled slightly, "The relationship between the two countries has been bad for decades. Isn't Xiao Wuhen still thriving in the Fulong Empire?"
"If you just send someone to secretly visit Da Gan, you should actually let me go. It would be inappropriate for a woman to go on an envoy." Jiang Yulong glanced at Jiang Tianhe's pretending to be calm, and there was a hint of complaint in his tone, " The reason why my father let Yushi go is because he wanted to marry his daughter, right?"
"You also said that the relationship between the two countries is not harmonious. Those who are sent as envoys must have some ability to protect themselves." Jiang Tianhe glared at him like a cat whose tail was stepped on and said, "If your cultivation is higher than poetry, I will naturally let you go."
Jiang Yulong: "..."
Looking at Jiang Tianhe's eyes that said "Come on, let's hurt each other", he rationally chose silence.
A pair of famous "daughter control" and "sister control" in the Fulong Empire stared at each other and remained silent for a long time...
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"On swords?"
In the Tianjian Villa, the Heavenly Sword Saint turned over the letter paper in his hand, played with it for a long time, and then gently pulled it and tore the paper into pieces, "I heard that I love to deal with these vain things! "
"Saint, when are we going to teach the 'Dark Temple' a lesson?" Jian Xingluo shouted loudly.
When he thought of his experience in the desert cave, he felt so angry that he couldn't restrain it. If it weren't for his lack of cultivation, he would have wanted to directly open the door of the "Dark Temple", retaliate in kind, and take revenge.
"After hearing the letter from me, I summoned us old guys to have a sword discussion." The Heavenly Sword Sage replied slowly, "I'm afraid it has something to do with the exploration of the ruins this time."
"Sage, are you going to participate in the sword discussion?" Jian Xingluo asked.
"How is that possible?" the Heavenly Sword Saint sneered, "Those old guys and I don't get along. Besides, why does a mere 'Dark Temple' need so many saints to come forward?"
"Then what do you mean..."
"I am enough to teach the 'Dark Temple' a lesson!" A surge of arrogance suddenly surged from the body of the Heavenly Sword Saint, and without any movement, his figure appeared in the sky, "I will come as soon as I go, if there is anything If it's urgent, you can send me a message."
"No need to go." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the air, "I'm already here!"
Immediately afterwards, a white figure appeared in the sky, and above the "swastika" pattern on the chest, a golden "one" shone brightly.
Seeing this person's appearance clearly, the Heavenly Sword Saint couldn't help but change his expression, and his eyes shot out a dazzling light.
"Mordisheng!"
The faces of Jian Feiyang and other deceased people flashed in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and spit out three words.?