Chapter 142 9 Ye Pavilion

After setting the tone of their attitude towards the Zhao family, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more harmonious. Yang Haoyu and Qi Guijie were chatting and laughing happily. After a while of tea, the latter revealed the true purpose of his trip.

"Mobilize my Yang family members to transport mortals?" Yang Haoyu narrowed his eyes, tapped the handrail with his index finger, and after a moment he smiled cheerfully and said: "This matter is easy to handle, I will send thirty Qi Practitioners to make a trip."

Then, her eyes flashed and she asked: "But I don't know where the mortals mentioned by Fellow Daoist Qi come from? And where are they going to be transported to?"

"Didn't Fellow Daoist Yang guess it? It's better not to say some things clearly!" Qi Guijie said with profound meaning.

Hearing this, Yang Haoyu nodded and said nothing more.

Behind her, Yang Tianyou and Yang Dangkai looked at each other, and both could see the displeasure in the other's eyes.

Qi Guijie's meaning couldn't be more obvious. What the Sanchuan Sect wanted were the 100,000 mortals of the Zhao family, but he was proud of his status and did not want to take action, leaving the Yang family to be the pawns.

But what if you can see it? Can the Yang family refuse? Of course it's impossible.

Not only can't you do it, but you must do your best to handle this matter. Who makes you a force under someone else's command? So what if there are people behind you? The Gold and Silver Alliance is having trouble with the Sanchuan Sect because of this trivial matter? What a joke!

Yang Tianyou was in a very uneasy mood. In his opinion, the 100,000 mortals of the Zhao family should have been in the Yang family's pocket. Even if they couldn't get them all, they could at least get a share of 30,000 or 40,000.

As for the Zhao family bloodline of mortals, not to mention that some of these mortals are not from the Zhao family, so what if they are.

Once you come to Ziyue Town and marry a member of the Yang family, it won't take long, thirty or forty years, two or three generations, and the Zhao family's influence will be completely gone. By then, they will be the native Yang family.

But at this moment, the Sanchuan Sect intervened. Not one of the hundred thousand mortals planned to stay, and they were all transported to Sanchuan Mountain.

Even though he knew that the latter's foundation was destroyed and that a large number of mortals were urgently needed to rebuild Sanchuan City, Yang Tianyou still felt aggrieved, always feeling that his things had been robbed.

Half an hour later, Qi Guijie left Ziyue Mountain with Qi Yusheng. Yang Haoyu stood up to see them off. Before leaving, he also gave the former a storage bag containing some "small gifts".

Holding the storage bag given by the Yang family, Qi Guijie smiled even more and drove the magic weapon away with great satisfaction. Looking at the direction he left, it was clear that he was heading to the Liu family in Qianmu Town.

"Ancestor, one hundred thousand mortals are just gone? The appearance of the Sanchuan Sect is too ugly." Yang Dangkai said with anger on his face.

"No, from now on these mortals will be the people of the Sanchuan Sect. It's human nature, I've expected things for a long time, but now it's just come true." Yang Haoyu sighed sadly, his words full of complexity and helplessness.

"Ancestor, what I am thinking about now is another question." Yang Tianyou spoke with a subtle expression.

"Oh? What's the problem? Just ask."

"Most of these 100,000 mortals have the surname Zhao, and they have the blood of the Zhao family. If the Sanchuan Sect rebuilds Sanchuan City based on these people, then the relationship between our Yang family and the Sanchuan Sect in the future... You know, the Zhao family's relationship with There is no contradiction between the hatred of the Yang family and loyalty to the Sanchuan Sect!"

After hearing this, Yang Haoyu's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became deeper.

Yang Dangkai was even more horrified. Yes, mortals are the foundation of immortal cultivators. There is a high probability that the immortal cultivators who come out of these Zhao family mortals who are full of hatred will hate the Yang family. Once they occupy high positions in the Sanchuan Sect, Will they live in peace with the Yang family?

Even under the education of the Sanchuan Sect, these mortals of the Zhao family always put the interests of the sect first, but once the Yang family becomes weak in the future, or the Sanchuan Sect becomes strong again, and a foundation-building family is conveniently wiped out, for the Jindan forces, It's not that difficult.

After thinking about this, Yang Dangkai hurriedly said, "Ancestor..."

Unexpectedly, Yang Haoyu suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him, "No need to say more about this matter, I have my own concerns."

After saying this, she stepped out of the hall first, but Yang Tianyou heard an imperceptible murmur, "Sanchuan Sect... Huh, are you so eager to suppress my Yang family? Then let's go Look!"

Finally, Yang Haoyu sent two foundation builders, Yang Dangmo and Yang Tianxue, plus thirty Qi-training monks, to drive a flying boat to Bianhe Town.

Yang Tianyou was not assigned any tasks by his ancestor this time, so he seemed very relaxed.

Taking advantage of this free time, he first went to meet his parents, happily ate a meal cooked by his mother Duan Hongyu, chatted with his father Yang Qiongchu for a while, and then began to visit his close uncles and brothers one by one.

In Ziyue Town, the cold wave is gradually receding. At this moment, the wind is warm and the sun is warm.

Standing in mid-air, Yang Tianyou overlooked this familiar yet unfamiliar town. Especially when he saw the dilapidated ruins at the edge, his hatred for Heishamen grew a little more.

After falling from the cloud head and making a hand seal, the formation shield in front of him quietly dissolved, a medium-sized door opened, and Yang Tianyou stepped in.

The oncoming noisy atmosphere made Yang Tianyou slightly stunned.

He looked at the crowded streets in front of him, the vendors hawking their goods everywhere, and the children chasing and playing, and he couldn't help but feel moved by the tenacity and tenacity of the human race.

"How's it going? Is Ziyue Town recovering well?" A kind and soft voice came from beside him, with emotion in his tone. This is Yang Tianjiu. After the fall of Funiuguan, he was recalled by his family and was responsible for managing Ziyue Town. Several shops in Yue Town.

During the last Heishamen attack, Yang Tianjiu also suffered some injuries, but it was nothing serious and he is almost healed now.

Yang Tianyou was not surprised. Of course he knew that Yang Tianjiu had been transferred back to Ziyue Town. He nodded slightly and said, "He did recover very quickly. I can't believe it."

Yang Tianjiu smiled, "I was surprised when I first saw this scene, but I understood it later."

"Understand what?"

"Mortal people are actually very easy to be satisfied. What many people want in life is just four words: food and clothing. No matter how big the disaster is, as long as you hand over a bowl of rice porridge, they can rekindle their hope in life."

"I didn't expect Brother Thirteen to have such an opinion."

"Haha, I can't speak of opinions, just some insights. Speaking of which, I opened a gambling house in Ziyue Town, which is quite interesting. Come on, let's go and have a look."

"Gambling den?" Yang Tianyou's voice became a little longer, and he was a little unbelievable. You, an immortal cultivator, open a gambling den in the mortal world? And it's in Ziyue Town, which is full of waste.

"Hey, don't tell my dad and grandpa, I opened it secretly. Speaking of which, I discovered many business methods worth learning from in this gambling den."

Being pulled by Yang Tianjiu, after a while, a not-so-tall wooden attic appeared in front of him. There was a golden door plaque hanging on the door, with the three characters "Jiuye Pavilion" written on it.