Chapter 1022 The Great Zhou Dynasty
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 1022 The Great Zhou Dynasty
Eastern Wasteland, Baichong Mountain Range.
A huge valley, a certain nine-storey blue attic.
More than 30 alchemy monks gathered on the ninth floor, and they gathered in twos and threes, whispering.
Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier sat at the same table, on the table were two plates of spiritual cakes and a pot of spiritual tea.
The battle on the front line is fierce, and more immortal practitioners and supplies need to be dispatched to the front line. At the same time, a large number of wounded are transferred to the stronghold of Baichong Mountain for recuperation. This stronghold is becoming more and more prosperous.
According to Liu Meier's introduction, this exchange meeting was initiated by the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was one of the five great dynasties in the Central Plains' world of cultivating immortals. Confucianism and Taoism were also prevalent. I don't know what conditions the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Eastern Desolation set out. Friar Dan.
The situation in the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains is quite special. The royal family and kings with different surnames rule the world together.
Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never been to the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains, but he has heard people say that the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains attaches great importance to etiquette. It is very troublesome to salute, and then the former salutes the junior to the latter.
The Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains is a transit point for the Eastern Wasteland, the South China Sea, the Northern Border and the Western Desert. It has an important geographical location and prosperous commerce. With this advantage, the rich people in the Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains strongly advocate the kingly way. The so-called kingly way is actually home to the world.
The three major worlds of cultivating immortals in Donghuang, Nanhai and Beijiang all reject the kingly way, but the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains has developed for tens of thousands of years and has its own complete system. Growing up in such an environment, in the eyes of most immortal cultivators, the kingly way is the way of heaven, and all monks should abide by it.
"Everyone is almost here, let's start!"
A white-clothed young man with a face like white jade walked to a round table in the center. The white-clothed young man wore a white Confucian scarf on his head, a white jade belt around his waist, and a white paper fan in his hand. He looked like a handsome young man.
The young man in white clasped his fists at all the monks present, and said politely: "My lord, Zhao Wenbin, I have met fellow daoists. This exchange meeting was initiated by me. The rules are the same as other exchange meetings. The exchange is all voluntary. If you miss it, I am not responsible."
"Zhao Daoyou was joking. If you misread it, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky."
"That's right, the exchange meeting is not an auction, we know it well, let's start!"
Zhao Wenbin nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm the initiator, so I'll come first!"
"Wait, wait, wait Huang."
A somewhat hurried man's voice suddenly sounded, a gust of wind passed by, a yellow light flashed, and a fat man in yellow robe with pockmarked face appeared beside Zhao Wenbin.
"Jute, it's you, how dare you come to the exchange meeting? You actually copied dozens of copies of a spiritual art, and sold it to us under a different name. You spit out the spirit stone, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
A middle-aged man in his early forties frowned and said, his face full of anger.
The fat man in the yellow robe is Huang Fugui. Hearing this, Huang Fugui took two steps back, smiled, showed his yellow teeth, and said seriously: "Huang did copy a few more copies for sale, but Huang also bought more copies. Strategic materials, those materials have already been handed over to Senior Jun, and I have no choice! Every time I see low-level monks die because they cannot receive timely medical treatment, I feel sad, helpless and out of pocket. It’s the worst strategy, if the monster race dies, our human race’s heart will not die, please ask Fellow Daoist Sun for the sake of the human race, forget it!”
"Fuck your mother, it's fine if you sell one or two more copies. You sold us eight copies, a total of 80 spirit stones. My friend told me that he saw you at an underground auction. You are really generous. You bought three bottles of elixir for improving mana in one go. Are you ashamed? Take out the string of storage beads in your arms and let everyone have a look. If you are poor Huang Fugui, my Sun Yulang Write the name upside down."
The middle-aged man cursed loudly. He is an elder of the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. The Tianfeng Merchant Alliance has many industries. As far as he knows, Huang Fugui copied a spiritual technique hundreds of times and sold it from the world of cultivating immortals in the northern border to the east. Huang, who is obviously rich, but cries poor when he sees people, really complies with that sentence, people are shameless and invincible.
Seeing this scene, Wang Qingshan couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
Huang Fugui smiled sheepishly, and said, "You misunderstood Sun Daoyou, your friend must have misunderstood the person, how about it! I'll give you something to pay off the bill, seeing how hard it is for Huang to transport supplies, Sun Daoyou will be considerate and don't bother with me." .”
He took out an exquisite cyan jade box, the surface of which was erratic.
Sun Yulang's face softened, and he opened the jade box to see that there was a yellowish apron inside, with mandarin ducks embroidered on it, and the aura was dim.
He picked up the yellow apron with two fingers, only to see that a corner of the yellow apron was missing.
Sun Yulang was furious, an astonishing wave of aura rushed out of him, Huang Fugui's face changed drastically, and he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, Daoist Sun, this apron is broken at one corner, but there is a map on it, it may be a treasure map, You'll know when you take it back and study it, give me a hundred guts, and I won't dare to play tricks on you!"
As a monk of alchemy, Huang Fugui's cultivation was higher than Sun Yulang's. When Sun Yulang was angry, Huang Fugui immediately confessed his cowardice, and most of the immortal cultivators present showed sneering expressions.
"Okay, Elder Sun, let's forget about it. For the sake of Senior Zhang, let's forget about it. Huang Fugui, next time you sell another spirit technique to eight copies of Tianfeng Merchant Alliance, We won't be polite to you."
A red-robed old man with a red face said coldly.
Huang Fugui heaved a sigh of relief, smiled embarrassingly, and said: "Huang doesn't know that those shops are all owned by your Tianfeng Business Alliance, and he will definitely not do it next time."
He walked up to Wang Qingshan, and said with a smile on his face, "Young Daoist Wang, it's okay for Mr. Huang to sit down here!"
"It doesn't matter, Fellow Daoist Huang, please sit down."
Wang Qingshan chuckled, picked up the teapot, and poured Huang Fugui a cup of spiritual tea.
Huang Fugui also disappeared, picked up his teacup and drank it.
“Good tea!”
He picked up the teapot himself, poured himself another cup, and put a piece of cake into his mouth.
Zhao Wenbin took out a dozen items, put them on the table, and said what he wanted to exchange.
There are refining materials, pills, talisman making materials, and even magic weapons.
These things are of little use to sword cultivators. The things Zhao Wenbin needs to exchange are more precious. Naturally, Wang Qingshan did not exchange them. Liu Meier exchanged a third-rank middle-grade demon pill for an 800-year-old spiritual wood.
(End of this chapter)
Eastern Wasteland, Baichong Mountain Range.
A huge valley, a certain nine-storey blue attic.
More than 30 alchemy monks gathered on the ninth floor, and they gathered in twos and threes, whispering.
Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier sat at the same table, on the table were two plates of spiritual cakes and a pot of spiritual tea.
The battle on the front line is fierce, and more immortal practitioners and supplies need to be dispatched to the front line. At the same time, a large number of wounded are transferred to the stronghold of Baichong Mountain for recuperation. This stronghold is becoming more and more prosperous.
According to Liu Meier's introduction, this exchange meeting was initiated by the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was one of the five great dynasties in the Central Plains' world of cultivating immortals. Confucianism and Taoism were also prevalent. I don't know what conditions the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Eastern Desolation set out. Friar Dan.
The situation in the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains is quite special. The royal family and kings with different surnames rule the world together.
Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never been to the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains, but he has heard people say that the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains attaches great importance to etiquette. It is very troublesome to salute, and then the former salutes the junior to the latter.
The Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains is a transit point for the Eastern Wasteland, the South China Sea, the Northern Border and the Western Desert. It has an important geographical location and prosperous commerce. With this advantage, the rich people in the Immortal Cultivation World of the Central Plains strongly advocate the kingly way. The so-called kingly way is actually home to the world.
The three major worlds of cultivating immortals in Donghuang, Nanhai and Beijiang all reject the kingly way, but the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains has developed for tens of thousands of years and has its own complete system. Growing up in such an environment, in the eyes of most immortal cultivators, the kingly way is the way of heaven, and all monks should abide by it.
"Everyone is almost here, let's start!"
A white-clothed young man with a face like white jade walked to a round table in the center. The white-clothed young man wore a white Confucian scarf on his head, a white jade belt around his waist, and a white paper fan in his hand. He looked like a handsome young man.
The young man in white clasped his fists at all the monks present, and said politely: "My lord, Zhao Wenbin, I have met fellow daoists. This exchange meeting was initiated by me. The rules are the same as other exchange meetings. The exchange is all voluntary. If you miss it, I am not responsible."
"Zhao Daoyou was joking. If you misread it, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky."
"That's right, the exchange meeting is not an auction, we know it well, let's start!"
Zhao Wenbin nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm the initiator, so I'll come first!"
"Wait, wait, wait Huang."
A somewhat hurried man's voice suddenly sounded, a gust of wind passed by, a yellow light flashed, and a fat man in yellow robe with pockmarked face appeared beside Zhao Wenbin.
"Jute, it's you, how dare you come to the exchange meeting? You actually copied dozens of copies of a spiritual art, and sold it to us under a different name. You spit out the spirit stone, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
A middle-aged man in his early forties frowned and said, his face full of anger.
The fat man in the yellow robe is Huang Fugui. Hearing this, Huang Fugui took two steps back, smiled, showed his yellow teeth, and said seriously: "Huang did copy a few more copies for sale, but Huang also bought more copies. Strategic materials, those materials have already been handed over to Senior Jun, and I have no choice! Every time I see low-level monks die because they cannot receive timely medical treatment, I feel sad, helpless and out of pocket. It’s the worst strategy, if the monster race dies, our human race’s heart will not die, please ask Fellow Daoist Sun for the sake of the human race, forget it!”
"Fuck your mother, it's fine if you sell one or two more copies. You sold us eight copies, a total of 80 spirit stones. My friend told me that he saw you at an underground auction. You are really generous. You bought three bottles of elixir for improving mana in one go. Are you ashamed? Take out the string of storage beads in your arms and let everyone have a look. If you are poor Huang Fugui, my Sun Yulang Write the name upside down."
The middle-aged man cursed loudly. He is an elder of the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. The Tianfeng Merchant Alliance has many industries. As far as he knows, Huang Fugui copied a spiritual technique hundreds of times and sold it from the world of cultivating immortals in the northern border to the east. Huang, who is obviously rich, but cries poor when he sees people, really complies with that sentence, people are shameless and invincible.
Seeing this scene, Wang Qingshan couldn't help showing a smile on his face.
Huang Fugui smiled sheepishly, and said, "You misunderstood Sun Daoyou, your friend must have misunderstood the person, how about it! I'll give you something to pay off the bill, seeing how hard it is for Huang to transport supplies, Sun Daoyou will be considerate and don't bother with me." .”
He took out an exquisite cyan jade box, the surface of which was erratic.
Sun Yulang's face softened, and he opened the jade box to see that there was a yellowish apron inside, with mandarin ducks embroidered on it, and the aura was dim.
He picked up the yellow apron with two fingers, only to see that a corner of the yellow apron was missing.
Sun Yulang was furious, an astonishing wave of aura rushed out of him, Huang Fugui's face changed drastically, and he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, Daoist Sun, this apron is broken at one corner, but there is a map on it, it may be a treasure map, You'll know when you take it back and study it, give me a hundred guts, and I won't dare to play tricks on you!"
As a monk of alchemy, Huang Fugui's cultivation was higher than Sun Yulang's. When Sun Yulang was angry, Huang Fugui immediately confessed his cowardice, and most of the immortal cultivators present showed sneering expressions.
"Okay, Elder Sun, let's forget about it. For the sake of Senior Zhang, let's forget about it. Huang Fugui, next time you sell another spirit technique to eight copies of Tianfeng Merchant Alliance, We won't be polite to you."
A red-robed old man with a red face said coldly.
Huang Fugui heaved a sigh of relief, smiled embarrassingly, and said: "Huang doesn't know that those shops are all owned by your Tianfeng Business Alliance, and he will definitely not do it next time."
He walked up to Wang Qingshan, and said with a smile on his face, "Young Daoist Wang, it's okay for Mr. Huang to sit down here!"
"It doesn't matter, Fellow Daoist Huang, please sit down."
Wang Qingshan chuckled, picked up the teapot, and poured Huang Fugui a cup of spiritual tea.
Huang Fugui also disappeared, picked up his teacup and drank it.
“Good tea!”
He picked up the teapot himself, poured himself another cup, and put a piece of cake into his mouth.
Zhao Wenbin took out a dozen items, put them on the table, and said what he wanted to exchange.
There are refining materials, pills, talisman making materials, and even magic weapons.
These things are of little use to sword cultivators. The things Zhao Wenbin needs to exchange are more precious. Naturally, Wang Qingshan did not exchange them. Liu Meier exchanged a third-rank middle-grade demon pill for an 800-year-old spiritual wood.
(End of this chapter)
