Gu Yanfang is located in the desert, the roads are made of sand and gravel, Chen Donghe took Li Yuanjiao for a while, then listened to the shouts around him, and looked up, there were people everywhere.
Li Yuanjiao walked this way, and told Chen Donghe the news of Li Xuanfeng's foundation building, Chen Donghe's face was a little better, but his tone was a little natural, and he replied:
"Xuan Feng has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, he has the best talent among the brothers, and he should build a foundation."
The two walked for a while, Chen Donghe's face had returned to normal, pointed to the noisy crowd around him, and explained:
"Although the Guyan Desert is full of sand and does not raise many people, it produces a large number of spiritual objects and ores, and the monks from all sides are crowded here, so the fetal breath monks in this market far exceed Guanyun Peak."
He looked left and right, his voice became lower and lower, and gradually changed to transmitting sound with mana:
"In the final analysis, it is the Golden Feather Sect that has a slight control over the temple clans under its rule, plus the registration of loose cultivators to balance the struggle between scattered cultivators, so most of the low-level monks can survive smoothly, and the number is several times that of Qingchi."
Li Yuanjiao looked at the spirit of the people around him, nodded, and replied:
"But the number of purple mansions, foundation building, and qi training in the Qingchi Sect is the largest in the Yue Kingdom, and in fact, for the fetal breath monks, the food they create is far less than allowing them to annex and kill a batch of them regularly......"
"In this way, the incompetent will naturally give way to the capable and talented, and good resources will not be wasted on mediocre talents."
The Li family has been under the Qingchi Sect for so many years, and they have deep connections, so naturally they are like watching the fire, Li Yuanjiao continued:
"On the same territory, the scattered fetal breath qi training clan can only grow one kind of spiritual rice, and they also have to rub against each other, dispute, and fight, which is not as good as the well-organized and high-cultivation foundation-building family."
His eyes swept over the stall under his feet and sighed:
"But I have to admit that the sect, clan system, and methods of the Qingchi Sect must be more clever and cold, more complete and secretive... in order to grow from a small sect on Qingchi Mountain to a behemoth to this day."
Chen Donghe was silent, the two tacitly changed the topic in this oppressive atmosphere, Li Yuanjiao frowned and said:
"Uncle Donghe, I brought a bottle of [Xiaoqing Aura], this is the most common thing, but I have never seen anyone sell it... Why is this?"
Chen Donghe pointed to the yellow sand all over the ground and explained:
"[Xiaoqing Aura] to collect spiritual energy in the deep mountains and high mountains, this desert is naturally unable to collect this thing, since ancient times, there have been many substitute methods, now most of them use [Small Quicksand Qi] instead, most of them don't use this thing in practice, not only is it rare and cheap......"
Chen Donghe explained, Li Yuanjiao suddenly found a shop to hang up the [Blue Blade] in exchange for fifty spirit stones.
Although this thing is a pair of magic weapons and a middle grade in qi training, it is a pity that the bent blade double blade is too rare, and after a few rounds of discussion, it is only exchanged for a decent price.
Li Yuanjiao took these spirit stones, and his heart was relieved:
"No wonder most qi training monks use fetal breath magic tools, these fifty spirit stones are enough for ordinary qi cultivators to practice hard for more than ten years, if they practice, they will have to spend money to buy food, and this time will more than double... A magic weapon for forty years... and a few forty years!"
Then he took out the demon cultivation sledgehammer captured by Li Qinghong from the storage bag, practiced qi and inferior grades, which was only worth thirty spirit stones, and then sold the rest of the fetal breath magic weapons, plus Li Qinghong's nine, almost a hundred spirit stones.
[Xiaoqing Aura] was cheap and scarce here, Li Yuanjiao had to put it away, Chen Donghe took six spirit stones and stuffed them in his hand, barely making up the big head, and there were still more than a dozen spirit stones left.
"Xi Zhi said in the letter that although Yuan Tuan can give some spirit stones, it is really not worth the favor to build a foundation for these spirit stones."
He put away all the things, and the two walked out of the market together, riding the wind in the vast desert, Li Yuanjiao hesitated for a moment and said towards Chen Donghe:
"Is there a way to earn spirit stones in the desert?"
Chen Donghe thought for a moment and replied:
"There are some, but most of them take several years in vain, not to mention that they can't gather more than ten spirit stones."
Li Yuanjiao could only give up, handed a few pills on his body to Chen Donghe, and said in a low voice:
"Uncle Donghe, what happened to [Jin Yang Huangyuan]?"
"It's already 80%."
Chen Donghe took out a jade jade bottle from the storage bag and replied:
"It will take another year and a half to have this Golden Yang Huangyuan!"
"Okay."
Li Yuanjiao praised and replied:
"Then I'll go back to the clan first, Uncle Donghe take care, and after a while, I will come to greet you in person."
The two said some parting words, and Li Yuanjiao agreed to worship Li Tongya for him, and then left with the wind.
…………
Linghai County.
At home.
Linghai Yu's family has been a family for many years, and the disciples in the clan have worshipped many immortal peaks in the Qingchi Sect to practice, and the various veins in the clan each support different immortal peaks, and even fight with each other for power and profit.
In the empty city, the streets and alleys were clean, and there was no one in the neighborhood, only a faint voice came from the highest hall in the city, and it turned out to be several foundation building monks from the Yu family, standing in a row very awkwardly.
The patriarchs of these veins have never met, and even when discussing family matters, they have ordered people to send messages, but now they are all standing quietly in this empty city, with respectful faces and different clothes.
In front of him sat a black-robed monk high in the hall, holding a belly that looked like it was pregnant for six months, his face was shiny, he grinned and laughed, pausing from time to time, and took a few deep breaths.
"Are you satisfied, mage?"
Among the people in the Yu family, the oldest old man standing at the front came out with a smile, asked in a loud voice, and saw Murong Xia smiling and replied:
"Satisfied! I was so satisfied! Or is your family the most generous, there are 16,000 people coming up, or you are the most wise in your family, and you are not attached to this mortal body."
"Hahaha, as long as the master is satisfied! As long as the master is satisfied!"
The lonely wind shuttled through the empty streets, making a whistling wind, and the master of the Yu family smiled, very satisfied in his heart, and secretly said:
"This is going to become Maha! If it weren't for the exchange of interests between the immortals and the Buddha, where would we be the characters that our Yu family could get? Now, while he has not yet cultivated Maha, wouldn't it be nice to earn a favor?'
So the friendly smile became more enthusiastic, and he asked again:
"Is this city enough for adults? If that's not enough, I'll find some people with great blessings, wash them carefully, and go to the master's belly to enjoy the blessings."
The monk was half-lying on the golden seat, humming a few syllables, the belly was like a pregnant June, and the exposed belly was full of blue-purple marks, and he smiled:
"No need, no need! One hundred and sixteen thousand seven hundred and fifty-six people have already made up, if there are any more, I am afraid that my blessed land will be blown up."
He groaned twice, as if he felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and after a few breaths, he continued:
"Since I have done good deeds and meditated, I will naturally no longer take the incompetent path of pity, and now that I am preaching, I will immediately become Maha! After that, I will get back the cultivation accumulated in my previous life and go further!"
This mage is naturally Murong Xia, the mage who passed by the Li family back then, and now he has been walking all the way and eating all the way for more than ten years, and has walked to Linghai County on foot, sitting on the top with a belly in his arms, smacking his lips, and shouting:
"The old man is about to realize! The old man is about to understand!"
The Yu family naturally congratulated for a while, and then they saw Murong Xia bleeding from under him, turned over, as if adjusting his posture, and shouted:
"Meaning!"
"Bang!"
The big belly exploded, flowing out bursts of strange fragrance, emitting one colorful light after another, and the sound of the wind in the belly, the sound of extravagant silk and bamboo, and the laughter of men, women, and children became stronger and stronger, right in the ears.
Among the various organs that bleeded, Murong Xia actually jumped out of his belly, growing in the wind, and in a moment he had the appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, neither male nor female, feminine and compassionate, with six arms behind and in front of him, each holding a magic weapon.
A golden pink on his body fell with his actions, and immediately turned into people of all sizes, cheering and running all over the ground.
When the Yu family saw this strange scene, they panicked and retreated again and again, but this male and female thing turned around and scooped up Murong Xia's motionless body from the ground, just like eating a cucumber, and swallowed it in four or five bites.
"Good taste."
The corners of this Maha's mouth were bloody, and his body swelled, and soon it turned into the size of a small mountain, covering the sky and the sun, stepping on the houses and cities, his lips opened lightly, and he made a soft and mysterious sound:
"This Murong Xia, today preached the ninth Maha, colluded with the [Six Paths of Compassion] and gained great supernatural powers... Seven days later, the puja will welcome all fellow practitioners......"
This sound flowed like water waves, echoing in Taixu, and there was a sound of congratulations coming from Taixu, and monks from all sects in the north and south came to congratulate him, Murong Xia stood proudly, standing quietly in Linghai County.
Murong Xia's eyes moved, and he was about to say a few big words, but the Taixu in front of him was torn abruptly, and a man in white broke out of the air, holding a sword in his arms, looking at him quietly.
The man's face was hidden in the fog, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly, but Murong Xia stopped abruptly, unable to speak for a while, and the joy of the Tao in the void disappeared, and there was silence in the heavens and the earth.
"Up... Shangyuan..."
Murong Xia was neither male nor female, and a trace of fear flashed extremely abruptly on his face full of compassion, and fourteen hands also hung down one after another.
Shangyuan Zhenren only held the sword, stared at him coldly, and said softly:
"Return to the Yan Kingdom."
Murong Xia was still arrogant, and suddenly became dumb, and he was depressed as if he was out of breath, turning into the size of an ordinary person, and without saying a word, he drilled into Taixu and disappeared.
The rest of the Yu family was still kneeling on the ground shivering, and Shangyuan Zhenren didn't even look at it, and also escaped into Taixu, leaving behind an empty city and the two huge footprints in the empty city.
"Huh!"
The Yu family wiped their sweat, looked at each other, snorted coldly, and dispersed.
…………
Yuting Mountain.
Li Qinghong bid farewell to Li Yuanjiao, and only practiced on Yuting Peak for a while, only to feel that the [Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow] in his body was restless, his heart was bored, and his practice was slow.
"How could this be?"
She put down the spear in her hand, a wave of doubt arose, and she thought:
"Could it be that there is a demon cultivator somewhere in the house, or that there is blood and qi somewhere, which affects my anger...! Or maybe it's been too long since I had a hearty fight... Over the years, the fight has been clean and neat, and you can tell the difference within a few moves."
Everyone has their own path, Li Qinghong is not a life to practice quietly, to fight to kill the enemy, the blood-stained spear can be easily improved, and now he has been practicing on Yuting Mountain for almost ten years, so naturally it is getting slower and slower.
"If you offend that monster, you can't go in and out of Dali Mountain at will, and most of the monsters on Wangyue Lake are in the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, making it difficult to hide..."
She was thinking about her family, but she couldn't go too far, she just sat on Yuting Mountain, holding a gun and looking at the morning glow, but she heard a commotion, and her ears were full of the crunch of stepping on snow.
"Auntie!"
Li Xijun stepped on the snow, clasped his hands, and said in a deep voice:
"A monk came to the lake and built a shed at the foot of the mountain to practice."
"Monk?"
Because of Li Tongya's incident, Li Qinghong hated the monk the most in his life, so he immediately frowned, picked up the gun, and said coldly:
"What cultivation?!"
"It should be a monk."
Li Xijun replied, raising his eyebrows, for fear that Li Qinghong would be impulsive, and immediately added:
"Auntie, this person is going south as a mere monk, presumably all the reliance, please act cautiously and don't take risks."
"I know."
Li Qinghong held the gun, Xing opened her eyes slightly, and replied:
"But I can't let him sit high at the foot of this mountain, what if he has to wait for Brother Jiao to come back? You send someone to ask why this bald donkey came to the door."
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After a pause, Li Qinghong said again:
"Li Jing knows that he is ready to transport it... Suppress this Liao."
"The head of the family knows."
Li Xijun nodded knowingly, the two arrived at the large formation hub array, Li Qinghong pressed his hand on the array plate, and his spiritual consciousness used the array to detect, and sure enough, he saw a monk sitting in a patch of grass and trees at the foot of the mountain.
This monk wears a brown robe, with wide cuffs, a ring scar on his head, a round face, small eyes and thin eyebrows, and his appearance is not ugly, but he is really not atmospheric.
He sat cross-legged, with a Zen staff on his lap, the copper-colored ring drooping, and his eyes closed.
Li Xijun ordered down, and not long after, he saw the formation moving slightly, An Siwei was carrying a gun, stepped forward with a vigilant face, and whispered:
"In the Li family, be prepared for danger... I don't know if the monks... Coming from afar, do you have any advice?"
The monk opened his small eyes and said:
"The little monk Yan Guo [Liaohe Temple] Kong Heng, I still hope to see the Yuting Peak Lord, please ask the Taoist priest to please me for me."
An Siwei had already received instructions from Li Xijun before going down the mountain, and nodded and asked:
"I don't know what Master Kong Heng has to say, reveal one or two, I'll go up the mountain to invite you."
Kong Heng bowed his head and said softly:
"The monk has no ill intentions, but it is the point of the Buddha, where the opportunity lies, so he came thousands of miles away to wait for the peak master here."
Naturally, An Siwei couldn't return in vain like this, so he forced a few more questions, and the monk tossed and turned these few sentences, so he had to retreat up the mountain and report these words.
Li Qinghong has never had a good impression of Shi Xiu, shook his head when he heard this, and replied:
"I don't know the identity and background of this monk, so I won't beat him to death all at once, so let him wait if he wants to wait, and send another person to the Xiao family to ask what this [Liaohe Temple] is."
The two of them responded, Li Qinghong found it difficult to practice, so he took out the two secret methods in "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" and studied them silently.
After reading silently for a few days, An Siwei came up with a gun and said in a deep voice:
"Peak Master, this person first put up the banner of administering medicine and curing diseases, but the people in the town were once killed by Murong Xia, and no one paid attention to him."
"This monk doesn't care, and now he lives in a hut at the foot of the mountain and practices alone!"
Li Qinghong put away the jade slip and said softly:
"What do you say about the Xiao family?"