"Soul Nirvana, it's been two hundred years in a flash!Ah Xiu, Ling'er, Yunuo, monk, little fox, I don't know where you are?" Yeyang walked down the street, stunned, waking up from a distant memory.

Then, a smile appeared on his face, and the smile became thicker: "Back then, the three peak emperors, it was purely normal that they couldn't run away, it didn't matter, now there are only a few Venerables, if I can't run away again, I will be too embarrassed!"

I haven't seen him for two hundred years, Wangkong City has not changed much, the inn where he lived is still there, and the business is gradually booming, but he has no interest in revisiting the old place, and he has no intention of leaving for the time being, so he rented an independent courtyard in a remote place in the inner city.

Wangkong City is expensive, the inn is already expensive, and the yard is even more expensive, even if the location is remote, the rent is still two thousand per month, and Yeyang paid it directly for six months, which is 12,000 yuan crystals.

Staying in Wangkong City, he has two plans, one is to temporarily avoid the enemy, the other is to prepare for self-defense, the former needs time, six months, those who can go are gone, and those who can't go will not leave in a short time.

The latter needs money, and he happens to be very lacking, coolies are not considered for the time being, like him, he grabs a lot of money on the street, and he is tired and tired all day long, and he can't earn a few demon crystals.

He can write, the words of the nine clans are all involved, the characters are very good, and he can copy books to make money, but calligraphy and painting have always been expensive because of people, just like the words written by the emperor, even if the mess is more ugly than chicken chops, there are countless people who are willing to collect it at a high price.

And a mortal, no matter how good-looking the writing is, except for a few people who really appreciate it, he is disdainful in the eyes of most people, and the words he writes are taken out and sold, at most a few hundred demon crystals, which will not help him.

He can play the piano, he can play well, he can be a musician, but there are more people who play well, and ordinary musicians can't make a lot of money, unless they can be famous, only if they are worthy, their income can be high.

It's really not good, you can still sell yourself, with his appearance, at least he can mix an oiran, but it's a quick way to make money, but Yeyang thinks that he hasn't mixed to that point yet, and if he can prostitute himself, try not to be prostituted.

He is very good at carving rubbings, and he paints and engraves several techniques that he knows and puts them up for auction, but most of his spells come from the Earth Demon Pavilion, which is the assets of the Earth Demon Dynasty, and it is strictly forbidden to leak them out.

When fighting on the battlefield, it is an exception for Wutong and Lu Zhu, if he paints too much and spreads out, so that the magic of the earth demon has become a big road goods on the street, and the night wind will not spare him first.

There is no way, you can only alchemize, as a king-level alchemist, you can't make money by alchemy, so what's the use? The price of the best Wang Dan is usually around 10,000 yuan, and some special effects can shoot tens of thousands of yuan crystals.

The next day, Yeyang left the courtyard and came to a nearby chamber of commerce, where he spent more than 600,000 yuan to buy a lot of medicinal materials, including the king of medicine as the main ingredient, the auxiliary mystical medicine, the elixir, and the obsidian that ignited the fire.

After preparing all the items, after he returned to the courtyard, he picked out several good pills from the "Materia Medica", rested for a few days to adjust his state, and walked directly into the secret room of the wing room to start refining the pills.

During the two years he lived in the Dan Domain, he often corresponded with Ning Qiusheng's ancestors and grandchildren, teaching and verifying each other, and the alchemy technique had improved a lot, and he had already sat firmly in the realm of the best of the king rank, and the refining power had increased significantly.

A month later, the weak-willed Yeyang came out of the secret room, all the medicinal materials were consumed, and turned into bottles of pills, he collapsed weakly on the bed in the room, and fell asleep for three days and three nights before waking up.

He was woken up by a rumbling stomach, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to go to the nearest restaurant, order a large table of good wine and food, and eat and drink with Ye Xiao, spending the few remaining Yuan Jing.

Subsequently, he came to a large chamber of commerce and sold all the more than a dozen bottles of pills he had refined at a good price, and more than 100 pieces of mid-to-high-grade Wang Dan were sold for more than two million, and his empty wallet was full.

took out more than 300,000 yuan, bought some needed medicinal materials, Yeyang went back to the courtyard, the critical moment had already passed, there was no need to waste sleep and forget to eat, refining, he relaxed for a few days before resuming normal cultivation.

Most of the time is in practice, only in the leisure of cultivation, only to use alchemy, only one furnace a day, when the medicinal materials are used up, they take the pills and sell, and then buy some medicinal materials to use, buy wine and delicacies to treat themselves.

The pills he refined were in good condition, the effect was wonderful, each one could be sold at a good price, and every time it was sold, many chambers of commerce were vying for it, and gradually, the fame of Yeyang began to spread in the nearby city.

The surrounding chambers of commerce and pharmacies all knew that there was a young alchemist in the courtyard, with excellent skills and skills, and there were also people who wanted to make friends, but there were many people who came to visit, but very few were received.

In six months, after getting rid of the luxurious food and clothing, Yeyang made a net profit of more than three million, prepared a large number of auxiliary pills, took out another million, bought five Saint-level talismans, and when it was time to leave.

......

Somewhere in Wangkong City, there was a luxurious mansion covering an extremely wide area, and in the richly decorated living room, a handsome young man in a white robe sat upright on the side, and a woman walked into the living room quickly and gave him a salute.

"Still don't want to see you?" the young man seemed to be accustomed to such a situation, and asked aloud.

The woman had an apologetic look on her face: "The young master said, the Xiaoyao Academy is about to leave, they need to make a lot of preparations, and they don't have time to meet Childe, I hope Childe will forgive me." ”

"Isn't the Firmament Academy Ah Xiu's dream since he was a child?How could he go to the Heavens??, is it because he doesn't want to see me, that he even changed his wish?" said the young man mockingly.

"Childe misunderstood, Xiaoyao is the young lady's going to go, and the young master is just accompanying her. The woman explained.

"Ling'er, what did she say?"

"Let him get out of here!" The woman didn't dare to say it directly, and replied: "Miss is busy preparing for the trip, and she doesn't say anything. ”

"Alas! This is the potpourri of Baihualou, I used to hear Sister Ling'er talk about it, when I came by, I bought a box by the way, you can hand it over for me!"

The young man sighed, stood up, took out a small wooden box from his arms, put it on the coffee table, bowed his hand to the butler, and left the mansion with a step.

In the pavilion of the garden pond, a young man and a young girl sat down, and when they saw the housekeeper going and returning, the young man was handsome and calm, and asked, "Is Brother Tiande gone?"

"Childe has left the house. The butler replied, took out the small wooden box, and handed it to the girl: "Before leaving, he asked me to give you this box of potpourri." ”

The dexterous and lovely girl grabbed this box of priceless and priceless potpourri, threw it into the pond casually, and snorted coldly: "I don't want what he gave, it's dirty!"

Precious spices fall into the pond, and the colorful incense powder, like flowers blooming in the water, attracts the swimming fish in the water, and the fish go back and forth among the flowers, which is quite lively.

The handsome young man couldn't cry or laugh: "Ling'er, there's no need, Brother Tiande came with sincerity, how can you turn him away? ”

"If you want to see it, you can see it, and I didn't stop you!"

"Didn't you stop me just now?"

"I'm in charge of my territory! I want to see you back to your North Underworld, see you how you want!"

Bei Ming Xiu closed his mouth in amusement.

The housekeeper next to him was accustomed to the noisy quarrel between the two, and saluted: "Miss, the itinerary of Donghai City has been arranged, when can we leave." ”

"It's just tomorrow! I'm annoyed to stay in the same city with him!" Dongfang Ling said, kicking his eyes at Bei Ming Cultivator: "What about you, how long are you going to stay?"

Bei Ming Xiu said with a shy face: "The Northern Ming family doesn't want me anymore, I can only follow you, the eldest lady." ”

"Count you as acquaintances!" Dongfang Ling raised his head, very satisfied with his answer, looked quite cheerful, and hummed a little song.

"It's been so many years, and the anger hasn't subsided!" Bei Mingxiu was silent, but he thought silently in his heart.

......

"It's been two hundred years, and you're still angry with me. The white-robed young man shook his head with a smile, left the Dongfang Mansion, walked on the street of the inner city, and saw the chief of the palace guard coming from a distance, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The chief guard saluted him with a fist and replied, "The second son is here with a senior brother. ”

"Calculate the time, it should indeed come, I know, is there anything else?" the young man nodded.

“...... They seem to be in trouble, and the senior brother of the second son is injured. The chief guard hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Hurt them, let them recuperate in my house! If there is any need, let the butler give it to them directly. I'm going to go to the annex outside the city and retreat for a while, and I'll settle some things when I get back. The young man commanded.

"Yes!" the captain of the guard clenched his fists.

All things in the world are not as important as cultivation, and if there is anything, they should wait until their cultivation is successful before dealing with it, this is the Red Emperor's teaching to him. The young man kept it in mind, and recently there was a breakthrough in his cultivation, which made him let go of all his trivial matters.

Coming to the secluded courtyard outside the city, the white-robed young man began to retreat and cultivate, and when he made a breakthrough, it was half a year after he left the customs, and when he rushed to the city from outside the city, he encountered a group of fights on the way, or should I say chase and kill.

An old woman in the Venerable realm, leading a few sages, chased and killed a young man riding a winged black wolf, the young man only rushed to the pulse realm to cultivate, and the black wolf was only about five grades, and fled in a hurry under the pursuit of several people.

Although the young man in Tsing Yi is weak, his ability is very powerful, all kinds of secret techniques are at his fingertips, calmly dodging the enemy's attacks, but the enemy often can't escape his poisonous hands, only fighting with the sage, and the venerable one will run away when he comes.

Running and chasing, a holy rank talisman for a while, the huge power of the spell bursting, far from terrifying, there are conflicts in the world, the white-robed young man is commonplace, and he has no intention of making a move.

The two-winged black wolf moved extremely fast, even a few points faster than the Venerable, and the two young men staggered by, separated by several miles, eye contact, and the young man's gaze went from doubt, to astonishment, to surprise, and then to calm.

The young man nodded at him, and disappeared on the black wolf, and the white-robed young man who stayed in place was full of doubts in his eyes: "This person looks so familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere, he seems to know me?"

The descendant of the Red Emperor, the young master of Xuantian, looking at the Xuantian, there are not a few people who know him, the young man remembered his identity, nodded with relief, and he didn't feel strange, but he still felt that the young man was familiar.