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Chapter 212: Five Ghosts Fortune

Tens of thousands of taels of silver are really nothing to the Yang family, and it is only a matter of hundreds of thousands of loads of grain.

But if Yang Shijiu can really worship under the drunken Taoist sect of Cangyun Gate, it will be a terrible thing, at least it can guarantee that the Yang family will not decline in the next few hundred years.

Yang Dashan immediately took the case and said: "Ye Shaoxia, is tens of thousands of taels of silver a little less? The old man will prepare 500,000 taels of silver tickets tomorrow, since Qingfeng Dao Chang likes to drink, the old man can provide the best Fenjiu in a thousand jars every year." ”

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes almost popped out, thinking that this Yang family is not engaged in grain trading, this is a gold mine, right?

He patted his thigh and said, "Yang Dashan is really a cheerful person, so let's discuss the price of my golden silk nanmu, and then I can write a letter to the master and his old man." ”

Ye Xiaochuan doesn't look young, but he has not been in vain in the black market of Cangyun Mountain all these years, of course he can figure out the current situation, this Yang Dashan is not bad for money, and he wants to send his daughter into Cangyun Gate, even if he sells Jinsi Nanmu as gold wood now, it is estimated that Yang Dashan will not refuse.

Living in the west wing of the Yang family, with crane velvet soft brocade and lavender pillows, Ye Xiaochuan was carrying a stack of silver tickets in his arms, a full 10,000 taels, and he was excited and insomnia again.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame!

Where are the ancient and modern immortals, and a pile of grass is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget!

In the end, he only hated to gather much, and when he reached a long time, his eyes were closed.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the wife can't forget it!

Jun's birthday said kindness, and Jun died and went with others.

Ye Xiaochuan hummed "The Song of the Immortals" in his mouth, he really couldn't figure it out, why so many people in the world wanted to enter the inaccessible barren mountains and mountains to cultivate the true cultivation path, not to mention that no one had ever ascended and lived forever since the ages, even if he could cultivate to become an immortal, what could he do?

Take Cangyun Gate as an example, so many cultivators are all intelligent young people who are looking for smart young people from all over the world, but after a few decades, how many lucky people can reach the fifth layer of the Imperial Sky Realm? Haven't they been a miscellaneous disciple in Cangyun Mountain all their lives? For that little illusory dream of immortality, they have lived a mediocre life.

Even if a small number of people are successful in cultivating the Tao and live for three to five hundred years, so what? It is not the life of a lonely old man? Either he becomes a monk, a nun, a Taoist, or a bachelor for a lifetime, I am afraid that less than 10% of the people in the cultivation realm can really find their own beautiful marriage.

Situ Feng's predecessors said that only by cultivating undead spells, digging out hearts and becoming zombies, cutting off love, and killing the world, can it be possible to be immortal and indestructible, which is too boring.

Ye Xiaochuan doesn't have the ambition to cultivate immortality, his dream is to be like Yang Dashanren, sitting on an endless mountain of gold and silver, living a lifetime, growing grass in autumn, and enjoying a hundred years of life as he wants, isn't it happy?

Late at night, Ye Xiaochuan still didn't feel any sleepiness with the 10,000 taels of silver ticket in his arms, and he wrote a letter of recommendation, even if the old drunkard master didn't want to accept Yang Shijiu as a disciple, for the sake of the portrait that the Yang family had been worshiping for hundreds of years, he would not drive Yang Shijiu out of Cangyun, which was enough.

Regarding the relationship between his old drunkard master and the Yang family, Ye Xiaochuan felt funny when he thought about it, hundreds of years ago, he accidentally rescued a poor man who fell into the water, and hundreds of years later, the descendants of the poor man were already famous businessmen in Jiangnan Province, and he happened to let himself bump into it, this is the rhythm of making a fortune by himself.

Just when Ye Xiaochuan was searching his intestines and scraping his stomach, thinking about whether there was a way to scrape off a layer of oil and water from Yang Dashanren, in the pine forest pavilion outside the city, Yun Yazi said slowly to Yun Qiyou: "Recently, you just follow me." ”

Yun Qi's beautiful cheeks showed a trace of doubt, a little puzzled.

Yun Yazi said: "I was in Zephyr City a while ago, I met a master, I have not admired many people in my life, only three and a half, that master is one of the people I admire, I have been wandering the world for hundreds of years, living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, now that I am older, I have a young man's competitive heart, he has a successor, I also want to find a successor, in the future you have a chance to win the disciple of that master, even if my soul enters the nether ghost world after death, I will laugh happily." ”

Yun Qiyou hurriedly knelt down and said, "Uncle Ancestor, the disciple already has a master." ”

Yun Yazi waved his hand and said: "I didn't say that I would accept you as a disciple, I just taught you some Cangyun Dao methods, this is a small game between me and that master." ”

After speaking, Yun Yazi's eyes rolled and said, "You are here to find Ye Xiaochuan, Ye Xiaochuan must have made a lot of money from Rich Yang now, should we rob halfway again?"

Yun Qi's pale face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and it seemed that his face was still a little redder.

She said, "Uncle Shi, you ...... Know ......"

Yun Yazi said with a smile: "I also came from the West Wind City, and the three heroes of Fengchen specialize in robbing male and female heroes, and they still know more or less." I can't get used to seeing this kid get rich, tonight I will teach you a hand of Cangyun's sixth-generation patriarch Tianhong Zhenren, the six Ding Renjia and the five ghost carrying techniques, you can unknowingly move the money on Ye Xiaochuan's stinky boy into your pocket!"

I saw Yun Yazi take out five yellow-brown talismans from his arms, and the talismans were painted with cinnabar with the unique Taoist ink urn and Danshu graphics.

As Yun Yazi recited the obscure incantation from his mouth, the five talismans disappeared out of thin air.

When the day was about to dawn, Ye Xiaochuan finally felt tired, and when he was in a daze and half-asleep, suddenly a night breeze blew from the window, and a faint coolness swept through his body.

He turned over comfortably on the brocade couch, but at this moment, the immortal decision hanging around his neck suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was awakened by some force.

Ye Xiaochuan opened his eyes slightly, only to see that the black streamers in the room were slowly circulating, and after a closer look, these black streamers actually came from the jade jue on his neck, and his face suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a dry and pale hand stretched out from the darkness, that hand was as fast as lightning, and before Ye Xiaochuan could react, the pale hand actually took out a stack of silver tickets from his clothes that he had resold Nanmu in exchange.

"Who's going to steal my money!"

Ye Xiaochuan is not an ordinary person, a carp turned off the brocade couch with a straight fight, and the bladeless sword was instantly unsheathed, and a sword slashed towards the shadow.

Unexpectedly, after the figure was split by his own sword, he turned into five pale-faced yin spirits, squeaking and squeaking at him, and each of the five yin spirits was holding a stack of silver tickets in their hands.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have time to think about it, the real power was ancient, and the Xuanyan sword qi galloped out, and said angrily: "Dare to steal Lao Tzu's money, Lao Tzu beat your soul away!"

The five yin spirits screamed again and again, spun in place, and strands of white gas rose up, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Ye Xiaochuan was keenly aware of the direction in which they fled, and directly smashed through the window and chased them out with a sword, but when they chased them outside, they could no longer feel the slightest trace of the five yin spirits.

"Six Ding Renjia, five ghosts and fortunes? How is it possible! This is the Taoist technique of our Cangyun Sect, which has been lost for at least a thousand years! How could it appear here!"