"More than a thousand are almost, and I don't need that much. The talismans made every day in the future can all be sold to Zifengtai. But you can't sell all at once, and suddenly increase the sales volume will inevitably arouse suspicion, so you have to do it gradually......"

Ling Xiao thought to himself.

He now has a success rate of more than 40% in the production of second-order talismans.

This secret must not be exposed, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.

In the history of the Northern Liang Kingdom, no one has ever achieved such a high success rate.

This sentence was told to him by Qingluanshu.

After tidying up the talismans, Ling Xiao got up and went out of the city.

Come to Mount Chenjia.

The ruins of the county king's mansion have been completely bulldozed, and a huge manor house has been re-erected on the top of the hill, with a new plaque hanging at the door.

Breeze Lodge.

The door was open, and you could vaguely see the busy figures inside through the formation light curtain.

Ling Xiao took out the token and opened the magic circle.

"Brother Ling, you're here!"

A dark-skinned young man walked in front of him, much darker than Ling Xiao, with a hearty smile on his face.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said, "Xiaobai, how is Lingmi doing?" ”

This young man is none other than Bai Luchuan, the little disciple of Qingfeng Guan, and he is also one of the fellow disciples who has the best relationship with Ling Xiao.

Back then, everyone called him for nothing, but when he grew up, he was as black as coal.

"The harvest is almost complete, and the yield is definitely much better than last year." Bai Luchuan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and smiled.

"Brother Ling!"

"Senior Brother Ling!"

"It's been a long time!"

More than 20 people came running from all over the villa and surrounded Ling Xiao in the middle.

"Damn, you're taking the opportunity to be lazy!"

Ling Xiao smiled and beckoned everyone to sit down.

The brothers have a very good relationship with each other, but there is no need to be formal.

Three years ago, through the information provided by the Lion Trading House, Ling Xiao found the hometowns of his peers one by one.

Everyone had a very different life - the cultivation was abolished, and they fell to the dust overnight, plus the teacher was wronged and humiliated by the surroundings, and many people did not survive.

And Ling Xiao's situation at that time was not good, rashly helping them would bring them disaster, and he couldn't even inquire about their whereabouts.

It wasn't until later, when Ling Xiao borrowed the hand of Jiangyu, that he finally gave some help to his former classmates.

At that time, there were only 24 people left.

After the Qingfeng Guan injustice case was resolved, Ling Xiao took them back to Chenjia Mountain, built this Qingfeng Mountain Villa to settle down, and used Tongxi black jade paste to help them heal their broken meridians and dantians, and help them return to the path of cultivation.

Although they had experienced a cultivation process and were abolished, it would be difficult for them to cultivate to a high level of qi refining in this life.

However, it is still very easy to strengthen the body and ensure that there is no disease and pain for a lifetime.

Ling Xiao led the people to plant spiritual rice, and taught them to make talismans again.

Nowadays, everyone lives a self-sufficient and indisputable life in Qingfeng Villa, which may be more in line with their original intention of worshipping Qingfeng Temple back then.

As for rebuilding the Qingfeng Temple, everyone saw that Ling Xiao didn't mean it, so they didn't mention it.

Ling Xiao chatted with everyone, and after answering some doubts about everyone's spirit plants and talismans, he got up and walked to the backyard of the villa.

Today, Breeze Villa has a front yard and a back yard.

The front yard is Bailuchuan, and the backyard is handed over to the family members of the county prince led by Mrs. Xia He, and the same is to plant spiritual fields.

After all, Bailuchuan and the others did not have such a high level of cultivation to plant.

And the reason why Mrs. Xia He and the others are here is because they can't stay in Linfeng City.

Although Zifengtai and the City Lord's Mansion did not embarrass them, they still tasted the warmth and coldness of humanity with the label of "remnants of the Xiao family".

After Qingfeng Guan was rehabilitated, everything Ling Xiao had experienced was transferred to them.

Even, it has intensified.

The people seem to feel that only in this way can they make up for the grievances suffered by Qingfeng Guan.

In the past, the consequences of falling into the "Qingfeng Guan Yu Sin" must also be borne by the current "Xiao Family Yu Sin"!

Look at our people, how innocent and kind!

Hate the bad guys and sing the praises of the good guys.

If the whole world were truth, goodness and beauty like ours, then the world would really be peaceful.

Xia He and the others couldn't stay in Linfeng City anymore, and Ling Xiao couldn't bear to let them come out in the middle of the night every day to clean up the feces and urine at the door, so they arranged to go to Chenjia Mountain.

Anyway, if you want to plant spiritual rice and spiritual grass, it is more suitable to be on Chenjia Mountain with spiritual veins.

There is still an acre of second-order spiritual field on the mountain, and they can't plant it in Bailuchuan, so they just handed it over to Xia He and them to be responsible. And on Xia He's side, there also happens to be a spiritual eye monk who can help deal with the problem of the rice demon insect.

In addition, there are Zhao Bingyan and Xia He, who are high-level qi refining leaders, and ordinary monks do not dare to come over to disturb and be presumptuous.

It's a lot to kill.

"Yo, rare guest!"

As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw Zhao Bingyan standing in the field.

"What are you doing here?"

While casting a spell to take care of Linggu, she asked casually.

Under the moonlight, I saw that she was covered with a lot of mud, but she was still charming and moving, just like the thorny rose that grew savagely in the loose cultivation heap.

"Just look at it, why are you alone?" Ling Xiao squatted down on the edge of the field and asked.

"Work hard!"

Zhao Bingyan shrugged his shoulders and continued: "Some are cultivating, and some have gone to Huangsong City, talk to them about some cooperation, and want to send the talismans made by the little masters to the front line." ”

Ling Xiao chuckled, "It's good to be able to sell it." ”

Because of the sensitive identity, this kind of thing is not suitable for the Lion Firm, so it has to borrow the channel of the Songshan Sword Sect, and it is inevitable to make some profits.

In fact, it would be better to cooperate with the black market, after all, both sides are their own people.

However, Ling Xiao had no intention of taking the lead.

To date, his protection of the Lion Firm has been seen as "moral", unaware that the Lion Firm is a private property of Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao and Zhao Bingyan were on the shore and the other in the field, chatting casually for a while.

At this time, several rays of light flew in the sky and circled and descended on Chenjia Mountain.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao and Zhao Bingyan were both stunned.

The people in the retreat, the two don't know each other.

Who will come to Mount Chenjia?

Just as it was strange, a faint fluctuation of mana came from the front yard.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Zhao Bingyan in the field was also stunned for a moment, then showed a strange look and glanced at Ling Xiao.

"The young man is really crazy now, he actually called the door in broad daylight and asked me to help you deal with it?" She asked.

"Yes, but not necessarily."

Ling Xiao snorted and strode towards the front yard.

I saw that at the gate of the manor, there were several young men in brocade clothes, both men and women, all with arrogant expressions, and the leader was holding a fluorescent sword in his hand.

The sword blade was pointing to the white heron river that was sitting on the ground.

A deep wound was cut on Bai Luchuan's wrist, and blood gushed out, making his face slightly pale in pain.

"Who are you, and why are you spreading wild on Mount Chenga?" Bai Luchuan asked sharply.