Over the years since the rise of the Xiao family, Guanyunfeng has ceased to be used as a place of payment, and the flow of people has decreased a lot, but fortunately, Yujiafang City has collapsed, and the Xu Kingdom in the north is in ruins, and most of the passenger flow of Wangyue Lake and the small half of Xu Country have flocked to Guanyun Fengfang City, so that it will not be too much worse than before.

In the depths of Fang City, Li Qiuyang squatted in front of the street of a storefront, holding a few furs in his hands, pushing and shoving with the loose cultivator in front of him, the man blushed and shouted:

"I'm the skin of a monster who practices qi, intact! Why can't it be worth seven spirit stones! ”

Li Qiuyang has become a miscellaneous qi monk, the path is over, it is already a fluke to be able to get this continuation of the nearly 100 years of life, the miscellaneous qi cultivator's fighting ability is poor, and he has the name of practicing qi and the ability to drive the wind, the storefront in Lijiafang City needs manpower, Li Xuanxuan thought that this spirit stone is better for others to earn than for his own family, so he called Li Qiuyang to Fang City to find something to do.

Seeing this loose cultivation playing tricks, Li Qiuyang smiled bitterly and replied:

"Fellow Daoist, although this skin is a qi training monster, but it is not visible, it is unmixed, at a glance it is a little demon who has just entered qi training, although the fur is complete, but it is just a half-human beast......"

"Li Laosan! Don't talk nonsense and slander! ”

The man saw that Li Qiuyang had degraded this skin to nothing, and immediately scolded, Li Qiuyang was under Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling in the shop, and this person called him Li Laosan, and his face was full of anger.

Li Qiuyang didn't care at all, and only arched his hand:

"If you change to any shop, you can't afford seven spirit stones!"

The man gave him a stumbling look, threw his gray fur on the table, and exclaimed:

"Six is six."

Li Qiuyang nodded, counted out six spirit stones and gave them out, the man snorted, brushed his sleeves away, and it was not until he left the courtyard that a young man poked his head out of the corner, with a mediocre appearance and a slightly high eyebrow arch, and shouted:

"This man has such a big temper."

Li Qiuyang shook his head, he was also accustomed to the attitude of a group of scattered cultivators, he was just a miscellaneous cultivator, and he could be called an immortal master outside, and when he arrived in this city, his status was not as good as that of an outstanding fetal breath cultivator, so he only shook his head and replied:

"Mu Feng, the family intends to transfer you back to the lake, behave well, get close to the clansmen, and strive to get the inheritance of the three products."

Chen Mufeng nodded vigorously and asked with some hope:

"The three-grade exercises in the clan have always been practiced by the main family, and the surnames of the side branches cannot be given unless they are meritorious, and it is rumored that the uncle of the Donghe clan is following Xiang Pinggong to the west, and he was rewarded after nine deaths, I want to get this exercise, I'm afraid it won't be easy to ......"

Li Qiuyang was silent, thinking secretly in his heart.

"I don't know what happened to Xuan Feng in Yishan City, I heard that there are countless demons and monsters in southern Xinjiang, but fortunately, the sword immortal is also in southern Xinjiang, and he should be able to shelter one or two."

"Big shopkeeper!"

Li Qiuyang was thinking about it, Chen Mufeng shouted, and immediately woke him up, and saw a person slowly walking down from the upper floor, dressed in gray, his beard was meticulously combed, his hair was gray and black, and he walked down with his hands down.

"Patriarch."

Li Qiuyang called, Li Xuanxuan nodded, he will be fifty years old now, and people don't like to be active when they are old, they only look at the storefront.

The competition in this city is fierce, although the Li family has the support of the foundation and the marriage of the Xiao family, but most of this city is the industry of the Xiao family, and everyone is their own people.

He stroked his gray beard, counted the days, and said with some anxiety:

"Xuanling has been there for a few months, right? I haven't returned to ...... yet."

Li Xuanxuan's talent is limited, and now he is still hovering in the second layer of Qi training, Li Xuanling, as the son of Li Tongya, is much better, and now he has practiced Qi at the third level, and he is practicing in the Fang City together, and from time to time he goes out of Guanyun Peak to the north, and goes to the direction of Xu Guo and Dajiang, saying that he wants to add some knowledge to his family, and he has not returned for more than half a month, and it has been more than two months, which makes Li Xuanxuan anxious.

"Seventy-one days, it's been more than two months."

Li Qiuyang complied, and Li Xuanxuan gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's take pen and ink, I'll write a letter to my family and send Donghe to take a look!"

That being said, Xu Guo and Dajiang are extremely vast, Li Xuanling's whereabouts are undecided, and it is very difficult to find them, but it is a waste of manpower, Li Xuanxuan wrote a few words on the small letter, but he still slumped and put down his pen.

"Fortunately, the jade charm is fine......"

Li Xuanxuan took out a small jade pendant from his arms, and was slightly relieved when he saw that it was crystal warm and warm.

The Li family is now a family, although it is not as good as the three sects and seven sects, not only do they have any mana imprints, but also the layers of measures on the storage bags, and there are also some means, as long as they crush this jade talisman, the other parts can inform each other of the direction.

"I still have to ask the ancestor."

Li Xuanxuan thought about it for a moment, but still picked up the pen and ink and wrote in the small letter.

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Zhao Guo, Short Chen Township.

Short Chen Township is in the southernmost part of the Zhao Kingdom, located at the junction of Xu and Zhao, and it is rumored that this place is the place where the northern family crossed the river when they crossed the river to the south, but it has been occupied by Shi Xiu for hundreds of years.

There is a small temple in Shortene Township, that is, Shortchen Temple, according to the rules of the north, the land of the entire Shorteng Township is owned by the temple, and the tenant farmers are under the monks, but it is called a good name, called the monk household, and there are also several Hu nobles, who live and eat in the temple and practice the Dharma.

Li Xuanling stayed in this ghost place for a whole month, and deeply realized the difficulty of expounding Buddhism, when he first came here, he was dressed in Taoist robes, and the scrawny tenant farmers saw him as if they had seen a disaster star, and there were even smaller dolls, the color of hatred was overflowing, and he secretly spit on him, if he was not a qi cultivator, I am afraid that he would have to be tied up and sent up the mountain.

"The land of the Central Plains, hundreds of years of inheritance and cultivation, has completely broken the foundation......"

Li Xuanling looked at the dense temples on the mountain, and sighed with emotion in his heart, according to the immortal cultivator's side, after the battle of immortals and demons, the immortal road weakened, and the north was lost, and most of the existing great families and sects moved from the north after the dispute between immortals and demons, and now when I return to the north, where is there still the shadow of immortal cultivation? Although he didn't recognize the monks of the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao, he still sighed when he saw this scene.

Looking at the scrawny but busy tenants, Li Xuanling felt deeply: in the north, there were no singing and dancing juggling, pear orchard spring buildings, shop vendors, only endless yellow earth and shaved heads and pigtailed tenant farmers, all lifeless.

"I look like this, but I'm not fit to walk in the north."

He pinched the magic trick, changed his form, dressed in a brown robe, with a bright bald head, and turned the magic sword in his hand into a long stick with illusion, and then fell, wanting to ask for directions.

But he didn't want him to settle in the field, and a tenant farmer shouted, and a group of tenant farmers prostrated down in unison, and threw themselves to the ground in a neat manner, and the small braids at the back of their heads were cocked together, like a pumpkin with black stems, spread all over the ground.

"I've seen the mage!"

The person in the front seemed to be still tall, his face was withered, but his expression was fanatical, his voice was high-pitched and crazy, Li Xuanling looked up and saw that there were several thin women and children in the distance who fainted because of excitement, and fell to the ground crookedly, and no one looked back at them.

"You ......"

Li Xuanling opened his mouth, and a sadness inexplicably rose in his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

(End of chapter)