There is still a week before the prince's wedding, and the nearest Shengjing is very lively.

Li Xuanyuan was captured by Yun Xingzhou to study the recast Xuanyuan Sword, and Bai Xiuxiu was fooled by the Empress Dowager to go to Jingren Palace to relieve her boredom.

There are only two left-behind children, Ink Yang and Yu Lingji.

Yu Lingji looked up at the low-altitude Edgeworth flying person, with a look of surprise: "Why can he fly in the Shengjing territory?"

According to the provisions of the "Kyushu Charter", immortal cultivators are not allowed to fly at low altitudes in the mortal realm and infringe on the rights and interests of territorial airspace.

Ink Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the golden streamer on the man's sword, and he knew it in his heart.

"The heavenly ones are the disciples of the Ningmen. ”

"Ningmen? is the richest sect in the immortal cultivation world, and the Ningmen has many spiritual veins and trades with all countries and factions?"

Yu Lingji's eyes widened, wanting to take a closer look at the face of the flying person, and the next time we met, we would have to communicate well.

Their Kunlun faction is too poor.

They are all a bunch of sword cultivators, who can't grow vegetables, can't alchemy, and can't smelt iron.

When the world is peaceful, it is useless.

Although because of its profound heritage, it is the mainstay of the immortal cultivation world on the surface, in fact, it is ......

Yu Lingji has not yet become the leader, and he has already worried about Kunlun's finances for Wei Yan.

It is worth mentioning here that the other subjects of the sect exam are so-so, but the aspects involving finance such as accounting are almost full marks.

Don't be fooled by his natural appearance, you can actually manage your money.

He has dabbled in both Kyushu funds and stocks.

"Otherwise, which sect can fly at a low altitude in Shengjing, and still tie such a swaggering gold ribbon on the sword?"

How does this tea taste sour?

"Heh, I think I'll have to change my sword case too. Ling Xiao coiled his hair, a red peony in his hair, and a popular peony flower in Shengjing was depicted on his forehead, and his phoenix eyes squinted, looking at Ink Yang with a smile.

"Master, I'm not too demanding, just pear blossom wood as a base. ”

Ling Xiao is dressed like this, and she doesn't look half gaudy on her, she only feels that her posture is soothing, and she is more delicate than flowers.

Ink Yang smiled and said, "Our Miaomiao Peak doesn't have a spiritual vein......

The implication is that there is no money.

"Hey-" Ling Xiao propped his chin and looked at the shining golden streamers in the air, and said wistfully, "When Bai Shanyue was here, Kunlun never worried about money. ”

......

"Little Er, how many rooms are there?"

Suddenly, an extremely cold voice sounded, and everyone shivered, and their eyes fell on the lobby downstairs.

It was a white-haired and purple-clothed immortal, followed by four retinues.

"Back to ...... Immortal chief, there are only two rooms left. In the eyes of the man, the shopkeeper only felt like falling into a cold cellar, trembling and not daring to raise his head.

This immortal has a face in his twenties, but his hair is as white as snow, and his eyes are like ice.

"Only two?" The man's lips were extremely light, his lips were getting thinner, and his facial features were sharp and exquisite, and he saw his slender eyebrows raised lightly, and said, "Two more." ”

A brilliant spirit stone was placed on the counter, good guy, top grade spirit stone.

"Wow, this fairy is so generous. The fish said enviously.

A high-grade spirit stone is enough to buy this inn.

“...... This, the little one doesn't dare to call the shots!" Xiao Er was frightened and knelt down with a plop.

There are only a few rooms for immortal cultivators, and whoever offends them will lose their jobs.

"Wow, high-grade spirit stones!"

I saw a pair of bony hands touching the high-grade spirit stone, the young man's face was like a crown of jade, and at this time, his eyes were fixed on the spirit stone in his hand, and he played carefully.

"Your Excellency?" said Yuzhi's brows furrowed, obviously a little annoyed by the rude actions of the visitor.

However, he is proud of his identity, and he will not care about the same junior in the foundation building period.

"In the bottom, Kunlun Miaomiao Peak, ink Yang. The young man arched his hand and bowed in a dashing manner.

When Yan Yuzhi heard the word Kunlun, his expression turned cold, and the entourage behind him also showed a look of hatred, and stretched out his hand to press on the hilt of the sword.

Mo Yang felt the hostility of the other party, but his smile was still bright.

"I have reported my home in the next, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

"Hmph, can you know the name of the head of Yinshan?" A disciple behind him snorted coldly, his expression unkind.

The last time he dealt with the traitor Yuan Ziyi, the senior brother rushed to Kunlun, but there were no bones.

Yinshan can remember this "love"!

Yan Yuzhi turned around and glanced at the mouthy disciple, the cause and effect of this disaster was the cause and effect of many years ago, although he did not report a good impression of Kunlun, but he could not be angry with the juniors, and he lost his identity.

"It turned out to be the head of Yinshan! Ink Yang didn't care about the Yin Mountain disciples' disdain, and his eyes widened, as if he was a child who had never seen the world.

"Our Kunlun has occupied two rooms in this inn, why don't you give me this high-grade spirit stone, let's clean up and find another place." ”

......

Yu Lingji: "Can you still do this business?"

Ling Xiao glanced at his nephew lightly: "Otherwise, wait for Xiao Er to drive us out?"

She was very appreciative of what her apprentices were doing.

There is also a Kunlun disciple in the palace, so I don't have to worry about finding a place to live.

Yin Mountain is really strange, could it be that all the disciples who can get on the stage are dead?

actually sent the head out to give a wedding gift to the prince of the Tang Dynasty.

Yan Yu faintly felt a little lost, but he couldn't find a loophole in Mo Yang's words.

The spirit stone for the inn is different from the spirit stone for Kunlun.

Who doesn't know, the jingle of Kunlun Sword Cultivation.

"Wow, this Shengjing is really lively. Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded, interrupting Yan Yuzhi's thoughts.

I saw a team of Lingbo fairies rushing in, and the person at the head was wearing a water-blue gauze skirt, with a beautiful posture and a clever smile, which was eye-catching.

"Yo, the Emei faction is also here. Ling Xiao hugged his chest and leaned against the pillar to watch the play.

Yinshan and Emei have a grudge.

The two parties also collided together.

"Gu Ying's nephew. Yan Yu's expression was faint and he couldn't see his emotions.

Instead, Gu Ying smiled and said, "Master Yan should give up this room to Emei, right?"

......

Ling Xiao smacked his lips and gossiped: "Things are getting interesting." ”

"Senior Ling Xiao, what the hell is going on?" Yu Lingji stood aside, and the second monk was puzzled.

"Hundreds of years ago, Yinshan was originally going to marry Emei. This head of Yin Mountain was supposed to marry this Gu Ying's master, but I didn't know what happened in the middle, and in the end, the two didn't succeed, and the two sects were still in discord. ”

When Ling Xiao talked about gossip, his head was Dao.

The story about Yan Yuzhi and Master Gu Ying has also been compiled into a script, and there are several versions.

When she was bored in the Kunlun Sword Shrine, she read a lot.

Don't say it, Yan Yuzhi's skin is really good, similar to Li Xuanyuan's type, but it is a little more powerful because of the immersion of the years.

"Let's discuss it, and we'll go first. The radar on Ink Yang's head perceived the subtlety of the atmosphere, smiled, put away the high-grade spirit stone in his hand and was about to leave.

"Eh, Senior Brother Mo, don't leave yet, if some sects rely on money to buy and sell, we Emei have always been enthusiastic and willing to help. ”

Gu Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was something in his words.

Ink Yang suddenly felt that the high-grade spirit stone in his hand was not fragrant.