Chapter 375 Wang Lin (Part 1)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 375 Wang Lin (first update)
Wu State is a big country, and it is the frontline country for the human race to resist the monster race.
The human race has been exploiting the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years, and the monster race has not invaded the human race for a long time. The country of Wu is next to the monster race. The resources of monster beasts are abundant, and rare treasures flow out from time to time, attracting a large number of cultivators to Wu. country to do business.
The Tianquan Mountains are located in the northern part of the Wu State, with a radius of 10,000+ miles. They are rich in monster resources and produce some elixir that are relatively rare in the outside world, attracting a large number of monks to hunt monsters here.
Tianquan Mountain, the three largest square city in Wu State, is located here.
Deep in the Tianquan Mountains, in a hidden valley.
A huge cyan light curtain covered more than a dozen unicorn deer inside. The unicorn deer were blue-spotted and large in size. Their bodies were scarred and bleeding profusely.
Around the cyan light curtain, Wang Qingshan and more than a dozen members of the Wang family surrounded the cyan light curtain. Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao each held a palm-sized cyan formation disk, and the others each held a cyan formation flag.
They have been away from the family for five years. Although they are assisted by puppet beasts, some clansmen still died tragically at the mouth of monsters. Hunting and killing monsters is a very dangerous thing in the first place.
There are still 14 of them now, and most of the puppets are seriously damaged and cannot be used. Fortunately, the second-order high-grade puppets can still be used, but Wang Qingshan seldom uses them and keeps them as cards.
They are now switching from shotguns to cannons, using formations to kill monsters, trying to avoid fighting head-on with monsters to reduce casualties.
"Keep up, this group of one-horned spirit deer won't last long, let's finish it quickly."
Wang Changhao shouted in a low voice, mana was poured into the formation disk crazily, and the formation disk suddenly brightened, indicating that a cyan full moon pattern emerged.
After hearing this, Wang Qingshan and others poured a lot of mana into the formation flag.
A large number of cyan light curtains emerged out of thin air inside the cyan light curtain, turning into several chi-long cyan wind blades, thousands of them.
There was a loud "chi chi" piercing through the air, and dense cyan wind blades shot towards the dozen or so one-horned deer overwhelmingly.
The monster power of this group of one-horned spirit deer has been exhausted, and their bodies are covered with scars, unable to withstand the intensive attacks at all.
A burst of screams sounded one after another, and more than a dozen one-horned spirit deer fell in a pool of blood one after another. The dead could not die anymore, and the ground was stained red with blood.
After killing the one-horned spirit deer, they withdrew the formation, and Wang Qingjun and others stepped forward to dispose of the monster's body.
The horn of the one-horned deer can be used for alchemy, and its meat is edible.
After processing the monster materials, Wang Qingshan raised his hand, and a cyan shuttle flew out, swelled against the wind, and hovered about a foot above the ground.
After everyone went up, Wang Qingshan pinched the Fajue, and the cyan shuttle's light rose sharply, flying towards the sky, turning into a blue light, and disappearing into the sky.
A day later, the cyan shuttle landed at the foot of a towering mountain peak.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are buildings of different sizes, and a large number of monks come in and out.
At the foot of the mountain stands a blue stone tablet with three golden characters "Tianquan Mountain" engraved on it.
Wang Qingshan put away the green shuttle, and led his clansmen up the mountain.
Not long after, they stopped at the door of a five-story blue pavilion, and the three big characters "Tianquan Pavilion" were written on the gleaming plaque.
"You wait for us here for a while, and you will come out soon."
Wang Changhao gave an order, and walked in together with Wang Qingshan, while Wang Qingjun and other clansmen stayed where they were.
Not long after, Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan came out with faint smiles on their faces.
Wang Changhao threw a cyan storage bag to Wang Qingjun, and said: "Qingjun, this is your share, if you have extra, go buy some good wine and food, let's have a good meal and rest for a while."
"Alright, Uncle Eighteen."
Wang Qingjun smiled openly, took the storage bag, and left with the other clansmen.
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan walked along the street, talking and laughing.
Half a quarter of an hour later, they came to the door of a grocery store and put away the smiles on their faces.
Wang's Grocery Store, the owner is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a green skirt, the store is filled with ordinary materials, this store is not eye-catching.
"Seniors, is there anything I can do for you?"
The girl in the green skirt showed a smile on her face and asked enthusiastically.
"Wang Xiaoyou, is it convenient for your grandfather to meet now?"
Wang Changhao said politely.
"It's convenient, grandpa is in the backyard, you go find him yourself!"
Wang Changhao thanked him, and walked to the backyard with Wang Qingshan.
In the backyard, a white-haired old man in green robes was lying on the grand teacher's chair, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading it with gusto.
A smile appeared on Wang Changhao's face, and he said politely, "Friend Wang Dao, long time no see."
"If you have something to say, just let it go."
The old man in green robe said coldly.
Wang Changhao was not angry either, he winked at Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingshan took out a blue wooden box and two blue wooden boxes, and put them on the tea table beside the old man in green robe.
The green-robed old man put down the books, and opened the blue wooden box and the blue wooden box.
Inside the cyan wooden box was a palm-sized blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum, indicating that a few golden spirit patterns could be faintly seen, exuding a strange fragrance, and two cyan-colored wooden boxes contained two blood-colored ginseng plants about a foot long.
The blue-robed old man's face softened, his sleeves were rolled up, he put away the blue jade box and the blue wooden box, and said indifferently: "It's good, I'll accept it, what do you want, tell me!"
"We want a second-tier mid-tier trapping formation. Of course, it's not enough to rely on Chixue Jinzhi and Chixue Ginseng. This is the remaining payment."
Wang Changqing took out a cyan storage bag and handed it to the old man in cyan robe with both hands.
The green-robed old man swept his consciousness, nodded in satisfaction, took out dozens of yellow formation flags and two yellow formation disks, and threw them to Wang Qingshan.
"This formation is called the Wind and Sand Formation! The second-level high-grade monsters are trapped, and it is very difficult to escape, which is difficult for immortal cultivators."
Wang Qingshan was ecstatic, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang."
"There is nothing else, you can go."
The green-robed old man picked up the book and read it, ignoring Wang Changhao and the two of them.
Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao were not angry either, the green-robed old man was called Wang Lin, he was proficient in formations and sold formation flags and disks.
The formations that Wang Lin sells are better than those on the market, but his temper is very bad. He will only sell formations if he can produce something he is satisfied with. Lingshi, he won't sell you the formation flag disk.
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan contacted Wang Lin many times, and only then did they figure out Wang Lin's preferences.
Perhaps because of his age, Wang Lin likes alchemy materials that replenish qi and blood the most. Apart from alchemy materials, he hardly cares about other materials.
After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao appeared in a secluded courtyard with a three-story blue attic.
"Uncle Shiba, this Wang Lin is proficient in formations. It would be great if this person can belong to our Wang family. It will be much more convenient for us to hunt and kill monsters in the future."
Wang Qingshan took a sip of spiritual tea and said casually.
"This person is definitely not a casual cultivator. With his ability, there should be no force that would reject him. He has not belonged to other forces. There must be something hidden. One thing is worse than one thing. Don't mention it in front of him. You may not like our family, if you offend him, it will not be worth the loss."
Wang Changhao exhorted with a solemn expression.
The big shops in Fang City also sell Tier [-] formations, but the quality is not as good as Wang Lin’s, and the price is also more expensive. Wang Lin’s temper is a bit stinky, as long as there are alchemy materials that replenish qi and blood, there will be less spirit stones It doesn't matter, if Wang Lin is annoyed, it will be a big loss.
Wang Qingshan nodded and said with a smile: "I know, I just said it casually, with his accomplishments in formation, it is impossible for him to belong to our Wang family."
A tempting aroma wafted from the attic, Wang Qingjun came out from the attic, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shiba, Brother Seven, the food is ready, come and eat! I'll be waiting for you."
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan agreed, and walked towards the blue loft.
(End of this chapter)
Wu State is a big country, and it is the frontline country for the human race to resist the monster race.
The human race has been exploiting the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years, and the monster race has not invaded the human race for a long time. The country of Wu is next to the monster race. The resources of monster beasts are abundant, and rare treasures flow out from time to time, attracting a large number of cultivators to Wu. country to do business.
The Tianquan Mountains are located in the northern part of the Wu State, with a radius of 10,000+ miles. They are rich in monster resources and produce some elixir that are relatively rare in the outside world, attracting a large number of monks to hunt monsters here.
Tianquan Mountain, the three largest square city in Wu State, is located here.
Deep in the Tianquan Mountains, in a hidden valley.
A huge cyan light curtain covered more than a dozen unicorn deer inside. The unicorn deer were blue-spotted and large in size. Their bodies were scarred and bleeding profusely.
Around the cyan light curtain, Wang Qingshan and more than a dozen members of the Wang family surrounded the cyan light curtain. Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao each held a palm-sized cyan formation disk, and the others each held a cyan formation flag.
They have been away from the family for five years. Although they are assisted by puppet beasts, some clansmen still died tragically at the mouth of monsters. Hunting and killing monsters is a very dangerous thing in the first place.
There are still 14 of them now, and most of the puppets are seriously damaged and cannot be used. Fortunately, the second-order high-grade puppets can still be used, but Wang Qingshan seldom uses them and keeps them as cards.
They are now switching from shotguns to cannons, using formations to kill monsters, trying to avoid fighting head-on with monsters to reduce casualties.
"Keep up, this group of one-horned spirit deer won't last long, let's finish it quickly."
Wang Changhao shouted in a low voice, mana was poured into the formation disk crazily, and the formation disk suddenly brightened, indicating that a cyan full moon pattern emerged.
After hearing this, Wang Qingshan and others poured a lot of mana into the formation flag.
A large number of cyan light curtains emerged out of thin air inside the cyan light curtain, turning into several chi-long cyan wind blades, thousands of them.
There was a loud "chi chi" piercing through the air, and dense cyan wind blades shot towards the dozen or so one-horned deer overwhelmingly.
The monster power of this group of one-horned spirit deer has been exhausted, and their bodies are covered with scars, unable to withstand the intensive attacks at all.
A burst of screams sounded one after another, and more than a dozen one-horned spirit deer fell in a pool of blood one after another. The dead could not die anymore, and the ground was stained red with blood.
After killing the one-horned spirit deer, they withdrew the formation, and Wang Qingjun and others stepped forward to dispose of the monster's body.
The horn of the one-horned deer can be used for alchemy, and its meat is edible.
After processing the monster materials, Wang Qingshan raised his hand, and a cyan shuttle flew out, swelled against the wind, and hovered about a foot above the ground.
After everyone went up, Wang Qingshan pinched the Fajue, and the cyan shuttle's light rose sharply, flying towards the sky, turning into a blue light, and disappearing into the sky.
A day later, the cyan shuttle landed at the foot of a towering mountain peak.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are buildings of different sizes, and a large number of monks come in and out.
At the foot of the mountain stands a blue stone tablet with three golden characters "Tianquan Mountain" engraved on it.
Wang Qingshan put away the green shuttle, and led his clansmen up the mountain.
Not long after, they stopped at the door of a five-story blue pavilion, and the three big characters "Tianquan Pavilion" were written on the gleaming plaque.
"You wait for us here for a while, and you will come out soon."
Wang Changhao gave an order, and walked in together with Wang Qingshan, while Wang Qingjun and other clansmen stayed where they were.
Not long after, Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan came out with faint smiles on their faces.
Wang Changhao threw a cyan storage bag to Wang Qingjun, and said: "Qingjun, this is your share, if you have extra, go buy some good wine and food, let's have a good meal and rest for a while."
"Alright, Uncle Eighteen."
Wang Qingjun smiled openly, took the storage bag, and left with the other clansmen.
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan walked along the street, talking and laughing.
Half a quarter of an hour later, they came to the door of a grocery store and put away the smiles on their faces.
Wang's Grocery Store, the owner is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a green skirt, the store is filled with ordinary materials, this store is not eye-catching.
"Seniors, is there anything I can do for you?"
The girl in the green skirt showed a smile on her face and asked enthusiastically.
"Wang Xiaoyou, is it convenient for your grandfather to meet now?"
Wang Changhao said politely.
"It's convenient, grandpa is in the backyard, you go find him yourself!"
Wang Changhao thanked him, and walked to the backyard with Wang Qingshan.
In the backyard, a white-haired old man in green robes was lying on the grand teacher's chair, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading it with gusto.
A smile appeared on Wang Changhao's face, and he said politely, "Friend Wang Dao, long time no see."
"If you have something to say, just let it go."
The old man in green robe said coldly.
Wang Changhao was not angry either, he winked at Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingshan took out a blue wooden box and two blue wooden boxes, and put them on the tea table beside the old man in green robe.
The green-robed old man put down the books, and opened the blue wooden box and the blue wooden box.
Inside the cyan wooden box was a palm-sized blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum, indicating that a few golden spirit patterns could be faintly seen, exuding a strange fragrance, and two cyan-colored wooden boxes contained two blood-colored ginseng plants about a foot long.
The blue-robed old man's face softened, his sleeves were rolled up, he put away the blue jade box and the blue wooden box, and said indifferently: "It's good, I'll accept it, what do you want, tell me!"
"We want a second-tier mid-tier trapping formation. Of course, it's not enough to rely on Chixue Jinzhi and Chixue Ginseng. This is the remaining payment."
Wang Changqing took out a cyan storage bag and handed it to the old man in cyan robe with both hands.
The green-robed old man swept his consciousness, nodded in satisfaction, took out dozens of yellow formation flags and two yellow formation disks, and threw them to Wang Qingshan.
"This formation is called the Wind and Sand Formation! The second-level high-grade monsters are trapped, and it is very difficult to escape, which is difficult for immortal cultivators."
Wang Qingshan was ecstatic, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang."
"There is nothing else, you can go."
The green-robed old man picked up the book and read it, ignoring Wang Changhao and the two of them.
Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao were not angry either, the green-robed old man was called Wang Lin, he was proficient in formations and sold formation flags and disks.
The formations that Wang Lin sells are better than those on the market, but his temper is very bad. He will only sell formations if he can produce something he is satisfied with. Lingshi, he won't sell you the formation flag disk.
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan contacted Wang Lin many times, and only then did they figure out Wang Lin's preferences.
Perhaps because of his age, Wang Lin likes alchemy materials that replenish qi and blood the most. Apart from alchemy materials, he hardly cares about other materials.
After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan and Wang Changhao appeared in a secluded courtyard with a three-story blue attic.
"Uncle Shiba, this Wang Lin is proficient in formations. It would be great if this person can belong to our Wang family. It will be much more convenient for us to hunt and kill monsters in the future."
Wang Qingshan took a sip of spiritual tea and said casually.
"This person is definitely not a casual cultivator. With his ability, there should be no force that would reject him. He has not belonged to other forces. There must be something hidden. One thing is worse than one thing. Don't mention it in front of him. You may not like our family, if you offend him, it will not be worth the loss."
Wang Changhao exhorted with a solemn expression.
The big shops in Fang City also sell Tier [-] formations, but the quality is not as good as Wang Lin’s, and the price is also more expensive. Wang Lin’s temper is a bit stinky, as long as there are alchemy materials that replenish qi and blood, there will be less spirit stones It doesn't matter, if Wang Lin is annoyed, it will be a big loss.
Wang Qingshan nodded and said with a smile: "I know, I just said it casually, with his accomplishments in formation, it is impossible for him to belong to our Wang family."
A tempting aroma wafted from the attic, Wang Qingjun came out from the attic, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shiba, Brother Seven, the food is ready, come and eat! I'll be waiting for you."
Wang Changhao and Wang Qingshan agreed, and walked towards the blue loft.
(End of this chapter)
