Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 229 The First Family
As soon as He Lanqian said this, there was an uproar at the scene.

Everyone turned their gazes to Fang Dushu at the same time, wondering who the hell is this 'Junior Brother Fang', and why is he so embarrassing?

There are more than one hundred foundation-building monks participating in the meeting today, and almost all sects have sent disciples to support them.

However, there are 22 sects in Hexi's world of cultivating immortals. On average, only a few people from each sect attended, and not many monks knew Fang Dushu.

Even the fellow members of the Zhenwen faction who participated in the meeting, because Fang Dushu was not in the main altar all the year round, they did not know Fang Dushu's experience in the snowy field.

Everyone is guessing that maybe Fang Dushu and He Lanqian have some old friendship.

The bearded monk in the front row, hearing He Lanqian's statement, was dissatisfied: "You don't want to sell, why do you want to exhibit treasures on stage? I have already made an offer, but you backtracked. Do you think it's interesting to play with your colleagues like this?"

He Lanqian didn't want to explain anything at first. When she was in Dayong Xueyingmen, she always did things as she wanted, but this is Dali Kingdom, not on her own territory, so she needs to restrain her temper.

That bearded monk was not an ordinary person, and He Lanqian recognized his identity and background, so he couldn't turn a blind eye to his anger.

He Lanqian apologized and said with a smile: "Friend Mu, the reason why my Xue Po liquid can be refined is entirely because of Junior Brother Fang. The main drug Xuejin saliva for refining this spiritual liquid can only be obtained in the cave of Baimang Mountain in the snowy plain. If I don’t have Junior Brother Fang, I won’t be able to enter the cave, and I won’t be able to collect Xuejin Saliva.”

There were quite a few monks from the Dayong Kingdom present. Hearing her mention of Xueyuan, they couldn't help asking: "Fellow Daoist Helan, that hole was originally the lair of the demon clan. More than ten years ago, it was made by the commanding master and the Fengming sect. Senior Tie, Senior Baoling Pai Senior Fei, and Senior Gumai Zong Qu joined forces to break through, this is well known in our day, what does it have to do with this fellow Daoist Fang?"

Ever since Master Tie Shuangfeng led the monks to conquer the sinking hole, no monster race dared to inhabit Baimang Mountain, which made the whole mountain range a treasure land for Dayong monks to explore, and found a lot of treasures. The disciples all benefited from Master Tie Shuangfeng's action.

But the tortuous background behind the action is unknown to many Dayong disciples.

He Lanqian explained to the monks present: "The Demon Nest of the Sinking Hole was indeed broken by the joint efforts of several Jindan stage seniors, but Junior Brother Fang was the initiator. He was the one who found out the whereabouts of the Demon Master of the Sinking Hole and helped the seniors destroy the Demon Master first." , and then have a chance to kill and go to the cave lair."

She pointed to Fang Dushu: "If there is no junior brother Fang, then the action of conquering the cave would not exist at all, and I would not be able to collect Xuejin saliva. Fellow Daoists, tell me, if I leave the Xuepo liquid to junior brother Fang, is it right?" Make sense?"

Fang Dushu didn't want her to reveal this kind of thing to the public. Although she looked very majestic in the human cultivator's realm, she was a thorn in the side of the demon clan's realm.

Fang Dushu himself was not worried about being retaliated by the monster clan, but he had to take Shangfangcheng into consideration.

It's best to tone it down a bit.

However, in the past ten years or so, the Dayong Sect has been attacking the demon clan in the snowy plains, resulting in a sharp drop in the number of demon cultivators, and there is no longer a big wave. The battle of the sinking hole has long been forgotten by the demon clan, and there will be no future troubles.

Fang Dushu didn't say anything to refute.

After hearing this, Qunxiu agreed one after another: "Since there are causes and consequences, it must be reasonable."

"Fellow Daoist Helan, you are not reneging on what you promise!"

"Yes, of course it can't be called a joke!"

"Fellow Daoist, don't hold back any more!"

The bearded monk listened to the discussions of his colleagues, he suddenly turned his head, squinted his long and narrow eyeliner like a blade, and gouged out Fang Dushu.

Seeing Gong Yaodong sitting next to Fang Dushu, he immediately turned around and said in a deep voice, "Okay! Xue Po Liquid, I don't want it anymore!"

He Lanqian heard that he was no longer entangled, and immediately the other party smiled alone: ​​"Junior Brother Fang, I have five bottles of Xue Po liquid on me, and I will give them all to you. You can go on stage."

She said gift, this is a polite speech.

Fang Dushu definitely wouldn't take it for nothing, he took out the tribute to buy, and He Lanqian didn't refuse, and gave him half the price.

In the end, five bottles of Xue Po liquid were sold at a price of three pennies.

After Fang Dushu took the Xue Po liquid on the stage and returned to his seat, Gong Yaodong asked privately, "Junior Brother Fang, is what Fellow Daoist He Lan said just now true? The hole was wiped out because of you? "

He found that the more he got in touch with Fang Dushu, the greater the surprise. Fang Dushu was appreciated by the disciples of the upper sect, which is inseparable from Fang Dushu's talent.

Fang Dushu said: "It was indeed because of me, but I also suffered a heavy price afterwards. I was chased and killed by the monster clan, and was forced to die in the snowfield for more than ten years."

Gong Yaodong suddenly realized: "When I was at Panshiqiao, I heard many fellow Taoists of the Zhenwen sect mentioned you. They all said that you had been missing for more than ten years, but they couldn't tell why. Because of the war in the hollow?"

"Exactly."

Fang Dushu didn't want to talk more about it, he raised his head forward: "Who is that bearded monk?"

"He? He's from the Mu family of Kurong Zong. His name is Mu Siye."

Gong Yaodong knew all about the identities of the sect disciples attending the meeting tonight: "The Mu family is a big force. In our country of Li, if we want to rank the various families, the family with the largest number of people and the strongest strength is them."

Fang Dushu didn't know Mu Siye, but he knew Ku Rongzong and the Mu family.

Back then, the Ghost Axe Sect of the Li State was destroyed by a demon disaster, and the territory of Lizhou where they were located was divided into three, which were assigned to the neighboring Zhenwen Sect, Feixia Sect, and Kurong Sect respectively.

At present, there are seven sects in Li country, each of which has a Yuanying patriarch sitting in the town, and the patriarch's family often does not go to the mortal city to multiply, and generally lives in the sect's main altar.

Only Ku Rongzong is an exception.

This sect has a very close connection with the mortal world. Their Nascent Soul Patriarch is called Mu Kun, who personally delineated the Kurong Sect's influence in the mortal city, and urged the Mu family's children to spread their branches in the city.

Now, the members of the Mu family have controlled more than half of the cities in the Kurongzong territory, and their power in the main altar also occupies half.

According to the rough statistics of the monks of the Mu family from other sects in the Li country, there are at least [-] monks in their family, and this does not include those hidden household registrations.

In short, the Mu family is the largest family in Li country, there is no doubt about it.

However, the reputation of the Mu family has always been good, and they have never reported any bad deeds of bullying the weak.

Although that Mu Siye had a cold temperament and a sinister look in his eyes, Fang Dushu did not reject him.

Now that the Hexi Immortal Cultivation World is forming an alliance, Fang Dushu will not take the initiative to have any conflicts with a certain sect disciple.

The Xue Po liquid that He Lanqian showed just now, in fact, Fang Dushu only planned to buy a bottle, he didn't want to ask for more, he always thought it was a bit expensive to buy a bottle of Xue Po liquid, but He Lanqian insisted on selling all the Xue Po liquid Give it to him, he can't refuse in this situation.

Gong Yaodong heard Fang Dushu inquire about Mu Siye, and said one more thing: "Junior Brother Fang, this is the territory of the Chuan school, no matter how powerful the Mu family is, they have to be honest, what treasure do you fancy next, just ask for a price. Don't have any scruples."

Fang Dushu nodded, but did not reply.

Because a heavy treasure appeared on the booth at this time, the trading atmosphere on the spot became lively.

A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter took out an oracle bone exuding a soft white light. He held the top of the armor with both hands and hung it in front of his heart.

Using his voice like a cow, he shouted to the fellows present: "This is a complete oracle bone, and there is not a single oracle bone inscription missing. I am a casual cultivator in the mountains, with mediocre aptitude, and I can't read the essence of the real text. This oracle bone is of no value to me." , I want to sell it!"

When Qunxiu heard that it was a complete oracle bone, he was all moved, and immediately asked him for a price:

"What price do you offer?"

"What treasure do you plan to exchange?"

"Speak it immediately and let your comrades listen to it."

The middle-aged Orion smiled, and began to talk about his needs: "I know that there will be a war soon, and I don't want to fight alone. If any fellow Taoist can introduce me to the Zongmen, and I will be stationed in Lishan, so I don't have to go to Liangguo Elementary School." On the front line of the Wishing Temple, I will give away this oracle bone for free! Besides, I don’t lack any treasures!”

This 'price' made the group repairers look at each other in dismay.

Most of them will be sent to the front line to fight in the future, otherwise they don't need to frequently attend trade fairs to buy treasures for war preparation.

If they really have the privilege of being exempt from war, they still want it, and no one is willing to give it away.

Fang Dushu was quite surprised when he heard the strange words of the middle-aged Orion, and asked Gong Yaodong: "Is there any problem with him asking such a price?"

Gong Yaodong said: "This is a free trade fair. In principle, any demand can be raised. These demands do not necessarily refer to certain treasures, but also include certain conditions."

Fang Dushu shook his head slightly: "But there is no restriction on this kind of condition. If the buyer does not keep his promise afterwards, then the monk will lose an oracle bone in vain."

Gong Yaodong smiled: "The price is skyrocketing, and the money will be paid back after landing. This person knows that he can't get the 'privilege of immunity from war'. He probably wants to offer oracle bones and worship in the sect to seek asylum. As long as he is not arrested, If he is pushed to the front line to die, he will have achieved his goal."

The real purpose of the middle-aged Orion is to use the oracle bones to make friends with a sect with a background. When war breaks out in the future, he is satisfied with just letting him perform some less dangerous tasks.

Among the more than one hundred people participating in the trade fair tonight, there are only a handful of monks who can meet the requirements of the middle-aged Orion.

Gong Yaodong happened to be one of them.

After the middle-aged Orion's conditions were revealed, the scene immediately fell silent.

Gong Yaodong raised his arms and shouted to the middle-aged Orion: "What supernatural powers do you have in your oracle bones, please tell me roughly?"

The middle-aged Orion heard someone's 'inquiry', and quickly responded: "I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, my qualifications are too poor, and I can barely operate and unravel the oracle bone inscriptions, but I can't understand the true meaning of the text. This is a piece of floating light armor, it is expected to be a light-type oracle bone!"

"Light attribute? That should be related to escape."

Gong Yaodong became interested: "Then let's use Jiejia Jue. I have to read it in detail before I can determine the value of this oracle bone and whether it is worth recommending you to the sect."

After speaking, he gestured to the disciples of the Sichuan school around the seat: "All of you come on stage, help arrange the restraints."

Once the oracle bone inscriptions are unlocked, thousands of authentic inscriptions will be scattered in the air, covering the entire hall at that time, and there will be a risk of being stolen. Although the Chuan school promised to guarantee the transaction, after the oracle bone inscriptions were stolen, more than a hundred people in the hall Every monk will become a suspect. If we check one by one, it will take time and effort, and it will offend our colleagues.

Therefore, setting oracle bone inscriptions within the prohibition can prevent all hidden dangers.

But the middle-aged Orion said: "I believe in the same way as the Guochuan School!"

He cupped his fists towards Gong Yaodong: "My fellow Taoist, why don't we go to the secret room to do business alone? You can read it slowly, and you don't need to occupy the time of fellow Taoists."

He took out the floating light armor tonight to hug his thighs. Gong Yaodong was capable of instructing the organizers at the scene, and his status in the Sichuan School must not be low, so he wanted to discuss it alone to show his sincerity.

Gong Yaodong had nothing to do, and immediately got up: "Junior Brother Fang, I'll excuse you for a while, light armor is rare, I'm going to take a look."

Fang Dushu let him take care of himself.

There are many secret rooms connected around this hall, all of which are prepared for individual exchanges between the monks present.

Not long after Gong Yaodong went to the secret room, it was Fang Dushu's turn.

But Fang Dushu didn't prepare any treasures for sale, he stepped onto the booth empty-handed.

He had already inquired about Gong Yaodong earlier, knowing that the disciples of the Shenshuimen were present tonight, so he looked over directly: "Fellow daoists, I don't have any treasures to show off, I just lack a kind of god that can restore the vitality of the spiritual roots of plants and trees." Water or ectoplasm."

Seeing Fang Dushu staring at them, the disciples of Shenshuimen all laughed.

Among them was a young man in a blue shirt, who negotiated with Fang Dushu on behalf of several people: "Back to life? Looking at the world of cultivating immortals in Hexi, the Qingchun Shenshui I sent is the most effective! Fellow Daoist Fang, how many bottles do you want?"

Fang Dushu asked back: "How many bottles do you have?"

The young man in the blue shirt looked arrogant: "I have a lot, anyway, enough for you to use!"

Fang Dushu paused for a moment, then waved his hand suddenly: "This fellow Taoist, you might as well come to the stage! Let me show you my spiritual root, and how much Qingchun Shenshui needs to be used, and you can evaluate it!"

"it is good!"

The young man in the blue shirt spoke quickly.

After he jumped onto the booth, he took Fang Dushu's golden mulberry root to examine it, and said, "Fang Daoyou, I am sure to revive your spiritual root, and it will be effective at any time."

"Oh?"

Fang Dushu liked this reasoning, he asked: "What reward do you want?"

"Remuneration..."

The blue-shirted youth turned his head and stared at He Lanqian who was in the audience: "I want a recipe for Xue Soul Spiritual Liquid, but I don't know fellow Daoist He Lan. I hope Fellow Daoist Fang can help me match it up!"

This is a three-way deal.

The young man in the blue shirt was in charge of resurrecting the golden mulberry root, and his reward was a recipe for Xue Soul Spiritual Liquid.

As for how Fang Dushu traded the formula with He Lanqian, the blue-shirted youth didn't care.

Fang Dushu immediately looked at He Lanqian. It depends on whether He Lanqian agrees to this matter.

He Lanqian frowned, her face was slightly hesitant, as if she was weighing the pros and cons of this deal.

After thinking about it, He Lanqian switched to uploading the voice, and the other party Dushu said: "Junior Fang, I can sell you the formula, but I need a tribute, and I hope you can help to collect it."

Fang Dushu asked her: "How much tribute do you need?"

(End of this chapter)