Chapter 1007 The Zhou Dynasty

Eastern Wasteland, Hundred Insect Mountains.

A giant valley, a nine-story blue attic.

More than thirty pill-forming monks gathered on the ninth floor. They gathered together in twos and threes and whispered.

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 fighting on the front line was fierce, and more immortal cultivators and supplies needed to be dispatched to the front line. At the same time, a large number of wounded people were transferred to this stronghold in the Hundred Insect Mountains for recuperation, and this stronghold became more and more prosperous.

According to Liu Meier, this exchange meeting was initiated by the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains Cultivation World.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was one of the five great dynasties in the world of immortality in the Central Plains. Confucianism and Taoism were also prevalent. I don’t know what conditions the seven great immortal sects in the Eastern Wasteland offered. The Great Zhou Dynasty sent two kings with different surnames to participate in the war, and dozens of knots. Brother Dan.

The situation in the world of immortality in the Central Plains is quite special. The royal family and the kings with different surnames rule the world together. The kings with different surnames are all Nascent Soul monks, and the marquis and the general are Danjie monks.

Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has not been to the Central Plains Cultivation World, but he has heard people say that the Central Plains Cultivation World attaches great importance to etiquette. Among immortal cultivators, if there is an official position, the immortal cultivator with a lower official position must pay homage to the immortal cultivator with a higher official position. It is very troublesome to salute, and then the former salute to the latter as a junior.

The Central Plains Cultivation World is a transit point between the Eastern Barren, Nanhai, Northern Xinjiang and Western Desert. It has an important geographical location and prosperous commerce. With this advantage, the wealthy people in the Central Plains Cultivation World strongly advocate the kingly way. The so-called kingly way is actually the family world.

The three major Immortal Cultivation Worlds of Eastern Barren, Nanhai and Northern Xinjiang all reject the royal way. However, the Central Plains Cultivation World has developed for tens of thousands of years and has its own complete system. No matter how foreign forces don’t like it, the Central Plains Cultivation World will not change. Growing up in such an environment, in the eyes of most immortal cultivators, the king's way is the way of heaven, and all cultivators should abide by it.

"Everyone is almost here, let's start!"

A young man in white clothes with a face as white as jade walked to a round table in the center. The young man in white clothes wore a white Confucian scarf on his head, a white jade belt around his waist, and held a white paper fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man.

The young man in white clasped his fists at the monks present and said politely: "I, Zhao Wenbin, have met all of you fellow Taoists. This exchange meeting was initiated by me. The rules are the same as other exchange meetings. Exchanges are all voluntary. If you make a mistake, I’m irresponsible.”

"Fellow Daoist Zhao is joking. If you make a mistake, you can only blame yourself for your misfortune."

"That's right, the exchange meeting is not an auction. We know what's going on. Let's get started!"

Zhao Wenbin smiled and nodded, saying: "I am the initiator, I will go first!"

"Wait, wait, wait Huang."

A somewhat urgent man's voice suddenly sounded, a gust of wind passed by, and in a flash of yellow light, a fat man in a yellow robe with a pockmarked face appeared next to Zhao Wenbin.

"Hu Mazi, it's you. How dare you come to the exchange meeting? You actually made dozens of copies of a spiritual technique, changed its name and sold it to us. You spit out the spiritual stone, otherwise I won't blame you for being rude."

A middle-aged man in his early forties said with a frown and anger on his face.

The fat man in the yellow robe was Huang Fugui. After hearing this, Huang Fugui took two steps back, smiled, showed his yellow teeth, and said seriously: "Huang did make a few more copies for sale, but Huang also wanted to buy more. Strategic supplies, that batch of supplies has been handed over to Senior Jun, and there is nothing I can do about it! Every time I see low-level monks die because they cannot get timely treatment, I feel sad and have no choice but to be short of money, so I came up with this This is a bad idea, the demon clan is still determined to destroy our human race, so I ask Fellow Daoist Sun, for the sake of the human race, forget it!"

"Fuck you, it's okay if you sell one or two more copies. You sold us eight copies, totaling 800,000 spiritual stones. My good friend told me that he saw you at an underground auction. , you are so generous, buying three bottles of magic elixir in one go. Are you short of money? Take out the string of storage beads in your arms and let everyone take a look. If you Huang Fugui were poor, I, Sun Yulang, Write your name upside down."

The middle-aged man cursed loudly. He was an elder of the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance. The Tianfeng Merchant Alliance had many industries. As far as he knew, Huang Fugui copied a spiritual technique hundreds of times and sold it from the northern Xinjiang Immortal Cultivation Circle to the Eastern Xinjiang. Huang, who is obviously extremely rich, yet cries about being poor when he sees others. He really fulfills the saying, shameless people are invincible in the world.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qingshan couldn't help but smile.

Huang Fugui smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Sun has misunderstood. Your friend must have recognized the wrong person. So be it! I'll give you something to offset the bill. Seeing that Huang worked so hard to transport supplies, Daoist Sun will be considerate and don't argue with me." .”

He took out an exquisite cyan jade box, with rays of light flowing erratically on its surface.

Sun Yulang's expression softened, and when he opened the jade box, he saw a slightly yellowed bellyband with mandarin ducks embroidered on it, and the aura was dim.

He picked up the yellow bellyband between his two fingers, only to see that a corner of the yellow bellyband was missing.

Sun Yulang was furious, and an astonishing wave of spiritual energy rushed out of him. Huang Fugui's expression changed drastically, and he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, fellow Taoist Sun, this bellyband is torn at one corner, but there is a map on it, which may be a treasure map. Just take it back and study it and you will know. Give me a hundred courages and I won’t dare to play tricks on you!”

Huang Fugui, both a pill-forming cultivator, had a higher level of cultivation than Sun Yulang. Sun Yulang was angry, and Huang Fugui immediately gave in. Most of the immortal cultivators present showed sneer expressions.

"Okay, Elder Sun, let this matter go. For the sake of Senior Zhang, let it go. Huang Fugui, next time if you sell another spiritual technique to our Tianfeng Merchant Alliance's eighth share, We won’t be polite to you.”

An old man in red robes with a rosy face said with a cold face.

Huang Fugui breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and said: "Huang doesn't know that those shops belong to your Tianfeng Merchant Alliance, so he will definitely not do it next time."

He walked up to Wang Qingshan and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wang, Huang, sit down here, no problem!"

"It's okay, Fellow Daoist Huang, please sit down."

Wang Qingshan chuckled, picked up the teapot, and poured Huang Fugui a cup of spiritual tea.

Huang Fugui didn't show up, picked up the tea cup and started drinking.

“Good tea!”

He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup, picked up a piece of snack and put it in his mouth.

Zhao Wenbin took out a dozen things, put them on the table, and said what he wanted to exchange.

There are materials for refining weapons, elixirs, materials for making talismans, and even magic weapons.

These things were of little use to sword cultivators. The things that Zhao Wenbin needed to exchange were relatively precious. Wang Qingshan naturally did not exchange them. Liu Meier exchanged a third-level mid-grade demon pill for an eight-hundred-year-old spiritual wood.