Chapter 117 Do you know what Yuanying’s personal teaching is?
Uh-huh.
There is bright moonlight in front of the window, and three pairs of shoes on the ground.
On the large bed that could accommodate nine people, the most primitive battle was taking place.
The beauty is like jade, with long, beautiful hair flying up and down.
Li Xunhuan held Nie Ying's slender waist with both hands and enjoyed the result.
High-end happiness only requires simple actions.
Very moist.
While being self-reliant, Nie Ying still did not forget the main business, speaking in a broken tone,
"Master, Senior Brother, are you going to the Ascension Conference?"
"go."
Li Xunhuan took the opportunity to feel the beautiful woman's slender legs and answered casually.
Han Yunzhi and Han Yunfeng are siblings.
Jiayuan City.
Tainan Valley.
There is also a heavyweight, Han Li.
Of course I have to go and see him.
Hearing his words, Chen Qiaoqian turned sideways, revealing her delicate collarbone, large area of snow-white skin, and a piece of spring scenery to Li Xunhuan's eyes.
She propped her chin on one hand, with doubt in her eyes.
"But the Yuquan Mountain Competition is coming up soon, and it will be in three months. Brother, aren't you going to participate?"
"Yeah, wow, Junior Sister is right."
At this point, Nie Ying did not forget to echo a word, being very dedicated.
What else can Li Xunhuan say? He has devoted himself to the cause.
He answered without thinking,
"The Yuquan Mountain competition will be handed over to the two junior sisters."
"Don't think about it again?"
"Junior sister, you can say whatever you want."
"Brother, do you know that the spiritual rice income of the seven caves in Yuquan Mountain for half a year is a total of 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
Thirty thousand?
Not much sub-child.
Li Xunhuan paused for a moment, then continued.
Chen Qiaoqian was still trying to persuade him.
"The rice grown in Yuquan Mountain is high-grade spiritual rice, which has already been reserved by the elders, and the pre-purchased amount is 80,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
"The cycle of raising spirit beasts in the Beast Mountain is half a year. We harvest 1 edible level primary monster beasts, cubs, and are redistributed."
"Hundreds of spirit beasts have made their home in Beast Taming Mountain."
"The rare flowers and plants on Baiju Mountain have been planted."
"The total value of Yuquan Mountain and its three affiliated caves alone is more than hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones."
"hey-hey."
As she spoke, Chen Qiaoqian began to smile foolishly.
This number is far more than that of the Chen family.
Nowadays, everyone knows the Li family of Yuquan Mountain.
She is proud of herself.
Suddenly, she poked Li Xun Huan with her other hand, pouted her lips, and said resentfully,
"Brother, why do you insist on using low-grade spirit stones to settle the bill? It's a loss."
Why?
There is foreign exchange to be earned.
Win-win.
Win twice.
Li Xunhuan values Yuquan Mountain, but also doesn't value it that much.
There is a saying that goes, Yuquan Mountain is not important, and it doesn’t matter how much money Yuquan Mountain makes.
But the existence of Yuquan Mountain is very important.
Yuquan Mountain is all superficial, hiding from the public.
From the beginning to the end, what he valued was,
A transaction of equivalent balance!
The opening method is the same as the natal magic weapon.
Trade for spiritual plant seeds, then plant them, and finally trade them.
processing.
This is the trading method he thought of, which combines the Scales of Equivalence and the Heavenly Vase.
In the mortal world, the number of items in the range from Nascent Soul to God Transformation decreases dramatically.
If he wants to make rapid progress, he must join the heavens.
Even if he robbed the whole world like Han Lao Mo, it would be difficult to achieve results.
What’s more, after the Nascent Soul stage, they are all old foxes.
Not easy to grab.
His direction is to gradually transition from robbery to self-reliance.
Of course, the two junior sisters didn’t know all this.
Li Xunhuan put the tired Nie Ying down and turned her over.
With this slender neck and beautiful snow-white back, she is worthy of the reputation of being the most beautiful woman in Huangfeng Valley.
He immediately rushed forward,
But it tasted different.
"Brother, it's me, Qiao Qian. I'm still downstairs."
. . .
Cultivation is counted by days. After three days,
A crane cut through the clouds and mist, flying over the mountains, rivers and lakes in the Yellow Maple Valley, and finally landed in the square in front of the sect's temple.
At this time, the head of the sect, Zhong Lingdao, faced the two old men and the twelve Qi training deacons behind them, giving them a lecture and encouragement.
"This Ascension Conference will take half a year and is not very difficult. You can only get an additional fifty low-grade spirit stones. Do you have any objections?"
"No."
Zhong Lingdao nodded.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a crane, and he was delighted.
coming.
Everyone looked up into the sky.
The fairy crane fluttered down to the ground, stirring up a gust of wind that made it impossible for the Qi training disciples to open their eyes.
So majestic.
Master Li is a true idol.
Immediately, Zhong Lingdao led the two old men up and bowed, being more flattering than ever before.
"Uncle Li, this trip has been hard."
Master uncle?
Faced with this way of greeting, Li Xunhuan seemed to be thinking deeply.
In the original novel, Li Huayuan took the bus to take his disciples to the bloody forbidden land, and it was just like this.
Is this the joy of achieving Dan-Jia?
However, he is a scholar and needs to be humble.
"Brother Zhong, you don't have to do this."
"Hey,"
Hearing Li Xunhuan's response, Zhong Lingdao narrowed his eyes, appearing to be very pleased.
However, he sent a message through his spiritual consciousness to remind,
"A title in public."
?
When did this bad trend spread to the world of cultivating immortals?
Southern clam.
Li Xunhuan is quite obedient to advice.
"Okay, Master Zhong."
All this passed in a short time.
Then, Master Zhong introduced the two old men who stood up.
"This is Junior Brother Murong,"
The old man on the left took a step forward, with the same flattering look on his face as Zhong Lingdao, and saluted.
"I've met my uncle."
"This is Junior Brother Lin,"
Junior Brother Lin looked younger, with a strong appearance, and then he saluted in a flattering manner.
"I've met my uncle."
Li Xunhuan nodded in return.
He appeared calm on the surface, but had a guess in his mind.
In the original novel, there were two people who tried to snatch the Foundation Establishment Pill from Han Lao Mo. The one who came up with the idea was Murong, and the one who took action was Senior Brother Lin.
It is most likely these two people.
When it was his turn, he looked like this.
The reason is not difficult to guess.
People come and go, all for profit.
The two are no different.
As expected, as the direct disciple of the Infant, he is quite prestigious.
Just at that moment, a huge ship slowly approached and stopped at the cliff.
It's time to set off.
Zhong Lingdao held up a small flag with both hands.
"Uncle Master, this is the flag of the Yellow Maple Valley. If you hang it on the boat, you can travel freely in the Yellow Maple Valley."
"good."
After Li Xunhuan took it, he looked at Junior Brother Murong and Lin.
The two of them understood immediately.
With serious faces, they instructed the twelve Qi training stage deacons,
"Let's go, get on board."
"Follow the order."
Everyone boarded the ship one by one.
Finally, Li Xunhuan bid farewell to Master Zhong and went up to the deck.
With his arm raised, the flag in his hand automatically floated and landed on the flagpole of the giant ship.
"Departure."
"Congratulations, Uncle Master."
After a series of processes, the giant ship sailed through the Yellow Maple Valley and headed towards the South Gate.
Twelve Qi training monks were sitting cross-legged on the deck.
Under the small pavilion on the giant ship, Junior Brother Murong and Junior Brother Lin sat opposite each other.
Behind the giant ship pavilion is a huge room.
It is hundreds of square meters in size.
The hierarchy is strict, and there are ladders everywhere in the world of cultivation.
Li Xunhuan walked into the room, walked around the screen and sat on it.
A thought flashed through my mind.
The privilege is actually mine.
That's fine.
The giant ship left the Huangfeng Valley, entered the Taiyue Mountains, and sped towards the south.
Destination, Lanzhou, Tianwutai!
(End of this chapter)
