Wuyuan County is located in the northwest of Quzhou, is the richest county in Quzhou, the county is high and densely forested, and is famous for producing all kinds of low-level elixir monsters.

Unlike other counties, this county is controlled by three immortal cultivation clans, each of which has a Yuan Infant Cultivator in charge, and the immortal cultivation forces outside Wuyuan County cannot meddle in the affairs of this county at all, and the other immortal cultivation forces in Wuyuan County are all insignificant small sects, which cannot pose any threat to these three immortal cultivation families, but instead show favor to these three immortal cultivation families in order to seek protection.

As the saying goes, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, let alone three tigers, on the surface, the three families respect each other like guests, but secretly they don't know how many rounds of fighting.

Of course, this kind of feud is business, not between two families.

The three families have a history of thousands of years, with a profound heritage, and they all have their own exclusive management of the Fang Market, and every ten years, the three families will gather in Caixia Mountain to jointly hold an auction, which is a major event in the immortal cultivation world of Wuyuan County.

Kong Ling'an is a disciple of the Kong family, one of the three major families, but he only has six levels of qi refining, a low-level monk like him, the Kong family has not a thousand but eight hundred, just an insignificant clansman of the Kong family, and because of this, he was sent to Caixia Town by the high-level of the Kong family, and the other two Qi refining period cultivators were responsible for receiving the immortal cultivators who came to participate in the Lingzhi Conference.

Of course, the ones who can be received by them are at least immortal cultivators above the foundation building period.

In a teahouse at the entrance of the town, Kong Ling'an sat at a table near the door, looking at the entrance of the town from time to time.

Kong Ling'an's neck was sore when he saw it, and he didn't see any living people, which made him disappointed and a little annoyed.

The other two Qi Refining Stage monks stationed in the town, relying on their cultivation to be higher than him, led the way for the two female Qi Refining Stage monks with a flowery face and moon appearance, and left him here alone to drink tea.

Thinking of the appearance and posture of the two female monks in the Qi refining period just now, Kong Ling'an's heart couldn't help but feel hot, but when he thought that the female monk had been escorted away by the two, his heart was panicked.

The more Kong Ling'an thought about it, the more angry he became, and even the tea in his mouth felt extremely bitter.

He frowned, put down the teacup, and shouted loudly: "Little Er, change the tea." ”

Hearing Kong Ling'an's call, a shopkeeper walked over quickly and remade him a pot of tea.

Kong Ling'an picked up the teacup and was about to drink it, when two men appeared in his sight.

The weather was a bit cold, and the pedestrians on the street were wearing thick fur coats, but the two men were wearing a light shirt, which was very unusual.

Of course, it was not this that made Kong Lingan care, but that there was a Tai Chi pattern on the clothes of the two.

In addition to teaching them to cultivate, the elders also explained to them some knowledge of cultivating immortals, the practice territory of the major immortal cultivation forces, and the marks representing these forces.

Therefore, Kong Ling'an recognized at a glance that the Taiji pattern was the mark of the Taiqing Palace, the first major sect of the righteous path, and it was obvious that these two men were both disciples of the Taiqing Palace, and they were also Zhuji monks.

Seeing this, Kong Ling'an hurriedly put down the teacup, squeezed out a smile on his face, walked quickly towards the two, walked in front of the two, and said respectfully: "I don't know the names of the two seniors, but they came to participate in the Lingzhi Conference." ”

A middle-aged man with a purple birthmark on his face glanced at Kong Ling'an, a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said, "Exactly, the Lingzhi Conference jointly organized by the three of you Immortal Cultivation Families, why is it that you are the only one to receive it?"

When Kong Ling'an heard this, his face changed, and he hurriedly explained: "Don't blame the seniors, the others received other seniors, and they didn't mean to be snubbing. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand from his companion.

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhong, you can spare him! Let him take us to Caixia Mountain quickly! Otherwise, everyone else will buy all the good things," a young man with clear eyebrows said with a smile.

"Hmph, since Senior Brother Wang has spoken, then forget it, let's show the way!" the middle-aged man snorted lightly and ordered unceremoniously.

"That's good, the juniors will lead the way for the seniors," Kong Ling was relieved for a while, smiled and responded, and threw a touch of gratitude at the young man.

After speaking, as soon as Kong Ling'an raised his hand, a green light flew out of his sleeve, and after hovering, it turned into a green leaf the size of a zhang, floating gently at a height of a few feet above the ground.

He moved and jumped up.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's thick palm slapped a cloth bag on his waist, and suddenly a red light swept out of the mouth of the bag, and then with a flash of inspiration, a two-headed monster bird the size of a zhang appeared in front of him.

The bird looked a bit like a crow, covered with red feathers, spread wings several feet wide, and had two small eyes on each head that glistened fiercely.

"Senior Brother Wang, the flight speed of my second-level primary-level double-headed fire crow is faster than that of ordinary high-level flying magic weapons, you can sit on it!" After speaking, the middle-aged man's figure flickered, and he appeared on the back of the two-headed monster bird.

The young man nodded and jumped up.

The young man was Wang Changsheng, after killing Lu Jun and others, in order to prevent another thing from being attacked and killed, he put on clothes with the mark of Taiqing Palace, and on the way, he met this Senior Brother Zhong of the Ten Thousand Beasts, and it happened that this Senior Brother Zhong also came to participate in the Lingzhi Conference, so they went on the road together.

Along the way, although he met many small sect monks and loose cultivators, Xu was because of the identity of the disciples of the Taiqing Palace, not only did no one dare to make a move against the two, but the disciples of the small sects or scattered cultivators met the two, and they were also respectful and did not dare to offend in the slightest.

This made Wang Changsheng breathe a sigh of relief, but also a little regretful, he had known this, he had revealed his identity as a disciple of Taiqing Palace earlier, maybe Lu Jun and the others would not dare to make a move on him.

Seeing the double-headed fire crow, Kong Ling'an's face changed slightly, and he was a little glad in his heart, fortunately he didn't offend this senior, otherwise he didn't have to do it with this senior, just this spirit bird he released could tear himself to pieces.

Kong Ling'an struck the green leaf with a spell, and with a flash of blue light, a cyan shield suddenly appeared, enveloping his whole person.

"Let's go. ”

As Kong Ling'an's words fell, the green leaves rose into the sky, turned into a green light, and flew away towards the western part of the town.

Seeing this scene, the pedestrians on the street did not react much, and they did whatever they wanted.

"Sit tight, Senior Brother Wang," the middle-aged man shouted, and slapped the back of the bird under him with his thick palm.

Two crisp birdsong sounded, the strange bird shook its wings, and after a gust of wind, it rose into the air and chased in the direction that Kong Ling'an left, and after a few breaths, it disappeared into the sky.

Half an hour later, the three of them stopped over a tall mountain peak.

Looking down, a large expanse of ornate palace pavilions appeared at the top of the hill, and a large number of figures walked between these buildings.

"Two seniors, here, this is the venue of the Lingzhi Conference, and there will be a special person to arrange a separate room for the two seniors below, so as to ensure that the seniors have a good rest," Kong Lingan pointed below and respectfully introduced.

Wang Changsheng and the middle-aged man followed Kong Ling'an to the entrance of the manor, and as soon as he put away the two-headed monster bird, he immediately walked out of the two blue-robed monks and ushered them up.

Walking into the manor, a huge bluestone square appeared in Wang Changsheng's sight, there were monks wearing various costumes in the square, men, women and children, most of them were monks in the foundation building period, and there were also some monks in the qi refining period, with a total number of seven or eight hundred people.

The square is surrounded by stalls of different sizes, some of which place goods on wooden tables, and some of which are placed directly on the ground, which is a very lively scene.

On the left side of the square, there is a splendid palace with the gate closed, and on the right side there is a three-storey pavilion, and there are many immortal cultivators wandering around the pavilion, from time to time talking to their companions.

"Two seniors, you can set up a stall here to sell goods, we will not charge any fees, the auction will be held in the Golden Jade Palace on the left two days later, there will be many elixirs, elixirs and other items used by immortal cultivators auctioned, they are all treasures, and they will definitely not disappoint the two seniors," a green-robed monk pointed to the palace on the left and introduced.

Another green-robed monk pointed to the pavilion on the right and said with a smile: "The Guangyuan Building on the right is to purchase all kinds of immortal cultivation items, whether it is pills or magic weapons. Fu Seal is still a spirit beast, no matter where it comes from, all of them are purchased, and the price will definitely satisfy the two seniors, if there are any rare items, they can also be handed over to the deacon of Guangyuan Building and put at auction for auction, and no fees will be charged. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face was a little moved.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he suddenly realized that most of the people who were wandering near the attic were stolen goods.

Speaking of which, he also has some things on him that are inconvenient to use in front of people, and it is not bad to take this opportunity to sell them, but before that, he needs to change the clothes on his body and cover his face.

"If the two seniors want to rest, just find an immortal cultivator with Caixia marks on their clothes, they will arrange a place for the seniors to live, we just provide a venue for the seniors to exchange materials, if they are deceived, we are not responsible for compensation. ”

"I know, there's nothing to do with you here, you can go down!" Senior Brother Zhong waved his hand and said in a commanding tone.

The two green-robed monks replied and respectfully retreated.

"Senior Brother Wang, I have some personal matters to do, so don't leave it at that, after the auction, I'll wait for you outside the manor," Senior Brother Zhong turned around and walked towards a stall after dropping a sentence.

After Senior Brother Zhong left, he immediately found a female monk in the Qi refining period with Caixia marks on her clothes and asked her to arrange a guest room for him.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng returned to the square again, having changed into civilian clothes and wearing a cyan cloak on his head, covering his face.

There are many people in the square who are dressed like this, but no one will pay special attention to him because of this costume.

Wang Changsheng walked around the square, and then walked towards Guangyuan Tower.

As soon as he walked into Guangyuan Tower, Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned, there was a huge hall dozens of zhang wide in front of him, and what surprised him was that there were dozens of small stone houses in the hall.

"This fellow Daoist, but do you want to sell the goods or store the auction items," a middle-aged woman with ordinary facial features walked over quickly, and said to Wang Changsheng with a smile.

Wang Changsheng's eyes swept away, this woman is also a foundation building monk, her cultivation is even higher than him, and she has the middle stage of foundation building.

"I want to sell goods," Wang Changsheng said.

"Please follow me," the middle-aged woman nodded, turning and walking towards the center of the main hall.

Walking to an open space, the middle-aged woman's right hand was molded to her waist, and a miniature stone house several inches in size appeared in her hand.

The middle-aged woman's hand flashed with blue light, and she poured mana into the stone house, and after a while, the stone house trembled.

I saw her throw forward, and after a muffled sound of "boom", a room several zhang in size appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Why, Daoyou haven't seen Tianji House?" The middle-aged woman asked with some curiosity when she saw Wang Changsheng's expression.

"Yes, I've never seen anything like this before, is this a magic weapon or what?" Wang Changsheng nodded, staring at the room in front of him, with a look of interest on his face, and asked.

"The Tianji House can be said to be a magic weapon, or it can be said that it is not a magic weapon, after all, this low-level Tianji House can only be enlarged and reduced, except for sound insulation and anti-peeping, there is no other effect, if it is a high-level Tianji House, it can be accompanied by a formation and a powerful prohibition, which is comparable to the existence of a magic weapon," the middle-aged woman explained carefully.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his face was a little moved, and he asked, "Do you sell this kind of thing?"

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, and the voice transmission replied: "This fellow Daoist, let's talk inside! It's not very convenient to use the sound transmission technique all the time." ”

Wang Changsheng showed a look of embarrassment on his face and nodded.

The middle-aged woman stepped forward, opened the stone door, and walked in.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng also walked in slowly and closed the door by the way.

The room is not big, there is a cyan stone table in the middle, there are several stone chairs next to the stone table, and in the upper left corner of the room, there is also a cyan stone bed.