Money opened the way, the Lin family, including Zhang Mingxian, settled down, and a courtyard that was not big or small made Lin Lang, who only had one arm, smile all day long.

It's just that the process is not smooth, because gold does not have as much purchasing power as imagined, in this Jingxian City.

Or because of the practitioners.

"The magic of turning stones into gold is not a rare spell in the cultivation world, but it is not something that ordinary monks can comprehend and master."

Zhang Mingxian said to Lin Yi, but he was not at peace in his heart.

Because of this spell, unless you are a gifted cultivator of the earth spirit root, you need to build a foundation, or even plant a golden lotus to do it.

As for the Heavenly Gate Realm, if you directly knead it with nothingness matter, you can get the gold used by mortals.

Gold is not of great use in the cultivation world, because it does not possess spirituality and does not belong to spiritual gold, but it is also equally special, and some low-level formations can also be used.

In short, the appearance of these golds made Zhang Mingxian clear that the origin of those flying boats in the sky is not small, and such a force, such a scale and movement, will it also be forgotten?

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but sink.

"I'm going to go out with Da Chun and them to find a job, and there is a shortage of people in many parts of the city right now." Lin Lang was discussing with his father, who was a barefoot doctor, but he was not familiar with the things in the city, so he did not refuse.

Together with the people of the same village, it can be regarded as having a response.

Those immortals in the sky, how could they ignore these ants.

It's just that the results are not good.

After all, they are outsiders, and the people in the city are xenophobic and have a natural sense of superiority, and the people in the city can't believe these mud-legged people from other places, at least for a short time.

Even if it's hard work, it's hard to find, not to mention that everyone is afraid of so many of them when they get together.

"He's missing an arm, and even if he works as a coolie, he won't get much pay." Zhang Mingxian looked at Lin Lang, who was a little depressed, and said to the old man.

Although he has no power, he is still able to crush and attack the life between mortals from the level of civilization.

So, after gathering the last remaining money of some people in the same village, a restaurant was erected on the street not far away, because of the unique food, it was considered to have fame and a source of money.

Without wine, they can't even eat enough for themselves in the mud legs of the village, where can they have surplus grain to make wine?

However, this is also the gap that Zhang Mingxian told Lin Lang that he deliberately left.

On the cusp of the storm, they need the local forces of the city to participate in order to protect their interests.

"You don't have to learn these things." Zhang Mingxian and Lin Yi said.

So in this way, the family can be regarded as gaining a firm foothold in this city.

Until half a year later.

The flying boat hovering in the sky flew towards the distant mountains and never returned.

Jingxian City, after just three days, became lively.

Zhang Mingxian's eyes narrowed slightly, and in such a strange and lively atmosphere, he knocked on the side and knocked on the mortals around him.

"Immortals? Hey, what does it have to do with us, people come and go. ”

"Oh, before you say it, whatever."

"Hey, when you said that, I almost forgot, I was worried about the persecution of the immortals, so I rented out the yard, and I had to hurry over to collect the rent."

In short, if Zhang Mingxian brought it up, they would still remember it, but ......

This shouldn't be the attitude of mortals towards cultivators, as if it wasn't a big deal in their memory, but should it?

Shouldn't we show fear, yearning, panic, frustration, and all kinds of emotions?

Moreover, if Zhang Mingxian hadn't taken the initiative to mention it, almost no one in this city would have thought about the big ship that flew in the sky before.

It's only been three days.

It's as if there is some force that obscures their true attitude towards practitioners.

"Forgotten ......"

Zhang Mingxian began to think, why didn't he forget, was it because of his heavenly gate?

No, what about the old man? There is also Lin Yi, and the two of them have not forgotten, but the old man is very taboo and warns the girl not to say more.

Zhang Mingxian looked at the sky and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the forces behind those flying boats to send someone to search.

"Sir, here's today's pastry in the building, I'll bring it to you."

The woman, that is, Lin Yi's mother, sent the food box to Zhang Mingxian with a smile on her face, her complexion was much better, and she also began to dress herself, it seems that the business of the restaurant is very good.

And this credit was naturally placed on Zhang Mingxian's head, after all, for them, those recipes, plans, are things they can't think of, which can be passed down from generation to generation.

Zhang Mingxian didn't know when it started, and he also needed to eat to maintain his vitality in his body, which made him have a bad premonition.

The withered divine poison was almost about to completely wither his golden lotus, and once that time came, it would be his death.

"It's really silent." Zhang Mingxian sighed, he didn't plan to wait for the person behind that force to arrive.

Early the next morning, he found the old man, "I'm going to go into the mountains." ”

"Are you going to make the last stand?"

The old man didn't stop him, he knew that this day would definitely come, but now he has become a rich man comfortably, without the motivation he had a year ago.

In a year, he has aged a lot, but Zhang Mingxian is still young, and he knows that he is afraid that this young man is much older than himself.

Thinking of this, the old man got up and saluted Zhang Mingxian, who was still quite strong.

This can be regarded as the only time in more than a year that this mortal has saluted a cultivator as a mortal.

Zhang Mingxian accepted the little guy's respect, and then got into the carriage prepared for him by the Lin family.

It's more than a hundred miles, and he still doesn't want to go if he can.

Two days later, Zhang Mingxian appeared in front of the mountain, and when he stood at the entrance of the mountain, he could feel the vastness of Lin Shen's unknown place.

"What is your true face?" Zhang Mingxian took a deep breath and walked into it with a determined look in his eyes.

is no longer a powerful monk of the Tianmen Realm in the past, but an ordinary mortal youth, Zhang Mingxian's journey seems to be very embarrassing.

Although he was well prepared, he still couldn't avoid falling into a state of famine a few days later.

The fruits of the mountains are hardly what he can eat today.

But fortunately, he avoided the demons all the way, and he heard the roar of the waterfall in front of him.

Flying down a hundred feet of snow-white silk, Zhang Mingxian sat cross-legged on a large smooth stone on the edge of a waterhole.

"I'm here to find you, the old man won't go into the mountain again in the future, he's already old, and he handed over this last cause and effect to me."

As Zhang Mingxian's voice fell, the waterhole bubbled and surged into the sky.

Two tentacles like willow branches flung out, and then a behemoth head leaped out of the water.