Li Yuanjiao has been practicing on Qingdu Mountain for more than half a year, although his cultivation has improved, it is still far from breaking through the middle stage of foundation building, after all, foundation building is different from qi training, and it is common to break through once every few decades.
"My father still hasn't set off, and he always has to be busy and arrange things before he is willing to leave."
Li Xuanxuan tossed for more than half a year, but still did not set off, Li Xijun did not urge him, just waited patiently, after all, collecting cold water was not a big deal, I am afraid that he was in a hurry to reveal the filling.
Li Qinghong was in retreat, there was no one guarding the house, Li Yuanjiao was inconvenient to be too fascinated, he came out from time to time to practice spells and swordsmanship, and was reading the sword scriptures, Li Wushao fell in with the wind, dressed in a black robe.
Li Wushao gratefully got the [Qingyun Elk Fruit], swallowed it and practiced, two black shadows had already appeared under the black robe, and it was estimated that in another year and a half, the two hooks would grow.
Li Wushao said:
"Master, two people landed in front of the mountain, saying that the Han family from East Sulfur Island came to visit."
Li Yuanjiao was a little surprised and asked rhetorically:
"East sulfur Han family?"
This Han family Li Yuanjiao had also heard that the foundation-building monsters used in his own sacrifice were captured in this area of East Sulfur Island, and Li Yuanjiao had stayed in that area and had some understanding.
The Eastern Sulfur Han family is an old family, similar to the Yuan family, there are many foundation-building monks, and they have laid a great foundation in the East China Sea.
There were two people standing in the courtyard, both of whom were foundation-building cultivators, and the leader was a young monk with a plain appearance and simple clothes, followed by a man who was tall and had a tiger's back and a bear's waist.
Li Xijun was accompanying him in the courtyard, chatting with the young man lively, both of them were smiling and very harmonious.
Seeing the man, Li Yuanjiao already understood a little in his heart, and stepped forward with his hands clasped and said:
"Qingdu Li Yuanjiao, I have seen Taoist friends!"
The young man let out a sigh, his eyes quickly crossed his face, and replied:
"Excuse me, in the lower east sulfur Han Shizhen, I am the young head of the Han family, and I have seen Taoist friends!"
Li Yuanjiao nodded in return and led the two of them to their seats, Han Shizhen smiled generously and said politely:
"A few days ago, my uncle was seriously ill, and my brother came to the nobles to ask for medicine, which offended the nobles.
As he spoke, he pulled over the big man and explained:
"My brother has always had a bad temper, and at that time, his eyebrows were on fire, and he was at a life-and-death moment, so he spoke a little offensively, and I hope he will forgive me......"
It turned out that this big man was the foundation building monk who came to ask for medicine a few years ago, and he was rude and arrogant at that time, and was slightly manipulated by Li Qinghong, and now he lowered his head and confessed again and again.
Both parties are from a wealthy family, so naturally they will not be angry about this small matter, Li Yuanjiao declined a few words and spoke:
"No, I can understand the eagerness of Taoist friends to ask for medicine, it doesn't matter."
Han Shizhen handed over a jade box, Li Yuanjiao asked Li Xijun to accept it, and asked:
"I don't know about the noble elders..."
"Oh."
Han Shizhen shook his head slightly and replied:
"He couldn't survive it, although he took a number of life-sustaining herbs, the injury he suffered was too serious, and after all, the immortal base collapsed and turned into a spirit."
Li Yuanjiao saw that the two of them were not wearing white clothes, so he thought he was saved, and he didn't want to ask about the pain, it should be that there is no custom of wearing linen and filial piety in the East China Sea, so he can only confess:
"Mourning..."
"It doesn't matter."
Han Shizhen smiled and said softly:
"Although my uncle is dead, he has brought back treasures for my family, which is much more useful than a foundation building monk, which is a good thing!"
Li Yuanjiao's uncle and nephew paused slightly, and Han Shizhen glanced at the faces of the two of them, and then reacted, for fear that the two of them would feel bad, and explained:
"My customs in the East China Sea are like this, which is a little different from the rest of the world... Please don't blame me."
Li Yuanjiao only nodded, a mere apology was naturally not worth Han Shizhen's trip to the country, just waiting for his next step.
Sure enough, after a short period of courtesy greetings, Han Shizhen said directly:
"How much does the nobleman's [Wanling Flower] produce every year?"
"So it's for [Wanling Flower]!"
Li Yuanjiao immediately understood, the initiative was in his own hands, relaxed slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Once every three years, fourteen flowers bloom at a time."
"Okay!"
Han Shizhen nodded happily and said:
"How much income do Taoist friends earn from selling this flower in the country?"
When Li Yuanjiao heard this, he had already guessed his thoughts and replied:
"The price has risen over the years, about one or two spirit stones."
"Harm!"
Han Shizhen just picked up the jade cup, put it down heavily after hearing this, the tea in it didn't move at all, and said regretfully:
"Fellow Taoist! This price is too cheap! This is a deadly thing!"
He advised:
"You have never sung and danced in the world, there has never been any major calamity, the scattered cultivators below are just that, you and my family know very well in our hearts, the so-called demonic disaster is just a farce!"
"It's nothing more than my East China Sea sect raising the price of blood and energy, and the three sects and seven sects are just a plan to draw salaries from the bottom of the pot! How can this Wanling flower be sold in such a bright and peaceful place?"
"Light and Peace ......"
The corners of Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched when he heard this, but he was attracted by his words, and said thoughtfully:
"Draw salary at the bottom of the pot..."
"Exactly!"
Han Shizhen sighed:
"Overseas demon tribes have become more and more eager to demand food in recent years, causing the prices of blood and qi resentment and soul essence water to skyrocket.
"So the three sects and seven gates relaxed the control of the estuary, let overseas scattered cultivators enter, and then directed and acted out the demonic disaster, killing mortals and scattered cultivators with their own high-level demonic cultivators, which can not only eradicate dissidents, dominate the situation, but also have a good meal."
Han Shizhen talked eloquently, silently paying attention to the changes in Li Yuanjiao's expression, Li Yuanjiao only took a sip of tea and nodded in cooperation.
"In this way, the sect eats meat, the family drinks soup, and can still occupy morality - I heard that this thing is very useful in your world."
Han Shizhen joked and said with a smile:
"Over the years, the nobles have eaten a lot, right? I heard that there are more than a dozen spirit stones in the rich oil, and I am very envious!"
Li Yuanjiao smiled deeply and replied:
"I killed some demon cultivators."
Han Shizhen looked sideways at Li Xijun, but saw that the young man was also nodding with a smile, more natural than Li Yuanjiao, and finally affirmed in his heart:
"The Li family really has some background in Qingchi, Li Yuanjiao can't see it with a deep mind, but Li Xijun is too young, obviously he has known it for a long time."
The smile became more and more eager at the moment, and then said:
"So let's just say below, the inspiration in this world is in those immortal mountains, and there are more mortals and few monks in the rest of the places, how much foundation can be built? How many people can fight to the death? This [Wanling Flower] should be sold in the East China Sea!"
Li Yuanjiao nodded and said kindly following his words:
"I don't know how you plan to divide it?"
"Refreshing!"
Han Shizhen smiled and said:
"Ten spirit stones each, I am seven and you three!"
Li Yuanjiao's uncle and nephew were all stunned, shocked by his handwriting that sold five times the high price, Li Yuanjiao was silent, Li Xijun immediately said:
"Senior is too greedy!"
Han Shizhen shook his head and said with confidence:
"Nobles can also try to sell it themselves, I'm afraid the news will be released today, and the stronghold will be destroyed tomorrow! Donghai doesn't tell you anything!"
"My family helps sell this spiritual object, but it has attracted all the coveted eyes to my own home! If it weren't for my family's weight in the East China Sea, I would definitely not dare to do it!"
Li Yuanjiao had been to the East China Sea, and he had a plan in his heart, so he replied at the moment:
"Five to five."
"Up to six four."
Han Shizhen is very affirmative:
"Ming people don't speak secret words, I don't like to be entangled, I say as much as I want."
"Okay, but I have a little request."
Li Yuanjiao nodded, and Han Shizhen looked at him seriously and said:
"Fellow Taoist, please speak."
Li Yuanjiao's voice was calm:
"What I want is 40% of the proceeds from selling [Wanling Flower], Taoist friends, don't buy it from my four spirit stones, no matter how rare it is, sell it at a high price."
Han Shizhen was stunned, as if he had guessed his mind, laughed muffled to hide his embarrassment, and said haha:
"Okay, okay, Taoist friends are not like monks in the sea, but this mind is like me from the East China Sea!"
The two discussed for a while and decided on next year's cargo volume, and Li Yuanjiao instructed:
"Remember that this flower must not be heard crying, and if you hear it, you will be grateful, and you must not touch it with gold and jade..."
Han Shizhen nodded and said that he had written it down, said a few polite words, and said very abruptly:
"I don't know if my sister Li Qinghong has ever been married?"
Li Yuanjiao was also used to his style and said bluntly:
"My little sister has special skills, and she can't marry, so I hope you will forgive me."
"It's abrupt."
Han Shizhen's face did not change color, he nodded slightly, Li Yuanjiao took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice:
"Han Daoyou... I wonder if there will be a family in the East China Sea to settle down and open up a branch?"
When Li Yuanjiao went to the East China Sea, he also specifically searched for it, but after all, these families were under the three sects and seven gates, and they could not gain a foothold overseas on the surface, and I am afraid they did not use their own names.
Now that Han Shizhen, the local snake, is here, Li Yuanjiao naturally has to ask a good question.
"Of course, there is."
Han Shizhen shrugged his shoulders and replied:
"Not many, most of them are Zifu Immortals, even if ordinary families have enough foundation-building cultivators, they rarely gain a foothold overseas... There is only a place in the market."
"The East China Sea is not as good as the sea, the island cannot grow spiritual rice, the crisis is lurking, Fang City is set by the three sects and seven gates, it is not allowed to be opened, once it establishes power overseas, it will not be subordinate to the three sects and seven gates, who can let you come back? Each immortal foundation is counted, and the three sects and seven sects are not stupid."
Han Shizhen looked at his face and shook his head gently:
"Although there are permitted operations here, the three sects and seven gates are not strictly managed, but in the end, the profit is not large, and many families have a way out overseas, but there are really few to manage with care."
Li Yuanjiao nodded secretly and inquired about some news, Han Shizhen answered one by one, and took his leave with the people.
Li Yuanjiao sent all the way out of the land boundary and returned to the mountains, and then he smiled, Li Xijun congratulated him:
"Now there are more than ten more spirit stones, and there can be a total of twenty spirit stones surplus at home every year, making it much more convenient to do anything."
"Not bad!"
Li Yuanjiao nodded secretly and said in a deep voice:
"This person talked about the demonic disaster... It's a bit interesting, it should be the views of overseas families on the demonic disaster, you can refer to one or two."
"Exactly."
Li Xijun said:
"Although the purple mansions in the world are in unison, they are not completely united, and the matter of the demonic disaster is led by Qingchi, and all parties are wrestling, and there may be other considerations."
The uncle and nephew talked for a while, and Li Xijun said:
"Uncle's talisman is about to be drawn."
Li Yuanjiao ordered:
"As for my uncle's matter, I have to trouble you to go with him, you will break through the retreat, and then set off."
"Yes, don't worry, Uncle Zhong."
Li Xijun responded, turned around and went to the Qingdu Cave Mansion for retreat.
Li Yuanjiao was sipping tea alone in the courtyard, thinking in his heart:
"Qinghong will also leave the customs... Kong Heng is a foundation building cultivation, and the two of them have only been back and going for half a year, so there should be no accident..."
He sat in his seat for a few breaths, put the jade cup gently, and finally made up his mind:
"But for half a year, I still drove the mysterious pattern spirit mist to follow, Chengming generation is not an outstanding person, Xi Jun is a person who connects the past and the next, there must be no problem."
At that moment, he called Li Wushao over, gave him a few explanations, and helped take care of the house, while he took out the sword book and read it, just waiting for Li Xijun and a few others to set off.
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After leaving Qingdu Mountain, Han Shizhen and the two walked north, and the man behind him spoke:
"Young master, the Li family seems to be interested in gaining a foothold overseas."
Han Shizhen nodded and said softly:
"It's not unusual, his family has a background in Qingchi, and he can easily enter and exit the East China Sea, and it is normal to want to find a way out.
"What's more, Jianmen and Chunyi and Chijiao Island fought fiercely for the [Qingsong Temple Ruins] and were in chaos, it was a good time to enter the sea.
The burly man nodded in agreement, and said with some concern:
"I just hope that his family can get to know each other and don't be stupid enough to settle around my house... The two families formed some friendships, but don't hurt your feelings because of this."
Han Shizhen shook his head and said very decisively:
"Absolutely not... If his family wants to settle down, they also have to find a deserted island that is inaccessible, and they would rather be more tired than exposed to others."
The man sighed and said with emotion:
"In this poor place, I don't know when my family will be able to gain a foothold in the world."
"Wait for the Ancestor Purple Mansion!"
Han Shizhen responded and said with a smile:
"It's not that there is no opportunity, the country is peaceful and prosperous, there are three sects to maintain order, who doesn't want it? Aren't Tang Yuanwu and Chang Xiaozi both from overseas? At that time, the Seven Gates can add an East Sulfur Gate, and at the worst, there will be multiple Immortal Han families."
"As for the Li family."
Han Shizhen said:
"After all, it is a local snake, it is good to make friends, if my family has a chance to go ashore, I also need the help of these families, if the ancestor fails to break through, I can also ask a few people to build a foundation to guard the island."
"Yes!"
The man responded, very respectfully, and said in a low voice:
"The young master is thoughtful."
Han Shizhen didn't pay attention to his flattery, but was a little hesitant:
"The matter of [Qingsong Temple Ruins] is getting bigger and bigger, I just hope that it will not attract three sects to intervene... It's best to let the three Purple Mansion forces of Jianmen, Junyi, and Chijiao continue to be entangled like this, and I will be more comfortable waiting for my life."