Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 68
A month later, Fang Qingyuan was in the eighth tribe, looking at the black sandstorm roaring and sweeping outside, lost in thought.

The dry sheep caravan traveled here, but was blocked by a sudden black sand magnetic storm.

In the desert of death, black sand magnetic storms are endless throughout the year. Sometimes the wind is weak, and people and animals can move forward, but sometimes the wind is strong, so they can only find a place to hide.

In the face of such mighty natural disasters, Qi Refining Cultivators, like those mortals, can only look forward to it and sigh. If they want to brave the storm and travel, perhaps only Jindan Cultivators and above can do it.

Fang Qingyuan has been here for more than ten days, in other words, he is trapped here.

After observing today's wind, Fang Qingyuan turned and returned to his tent. He was going to cook a pot of special hump meat to taste the local delicacies.

Since you can't leave, then stay at ease, the wind and sand will disappear sooner or later, before that, you can do what you have to do.

After a pot of hump meat was cooked, Yin Bao poked his head out from the door of the tent, poked his head in, and stared at the pot of hump meat, almost drooling.

These days, Yinbao didn't have any fresh pork and fish to eat, so he could only eat some dried fish. Now that he saw the delicious stew, he couldn't help it.

Seeing Yin Bao approaching, Fang Qingyuan hurriedly said loudly:

"Don't squeeze, the tent door will be opened by you, go out first, I will save some for you."

But with delicious food in front, Yinbao is not afraid that Fang Qingyuan will beat him up. For the sake of delicious food, it is worth getting a few slaps from Shangfang Qingyuan.

In the end, Fang Qingyuan felt helpless looking at the deformed tent, and most importantly, Fang Qingyuan only ate one bowl of such a pot of hump meat, and the rest went into Yinbao's stomach.

After Yinbao finished eating, he ran out contentedly, and returned to his place to stay, leaving only Fang Qingyuan to wash the pots and dishes.

After tidying up, Fang Qingyuan originally wanted to take a look inside the Immortal Mansion, but at this moment he sensed that someone was coming at the door.

"Come in, the door is broken."

After Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, he saw Bao Rensheng walking in. Bao Rensheng said in surprise:

"It was fine last time, what's going on?"

The corner of Fang Qingyuan's mouth twitched, and he changed the topic and asked:

"Guarantee is here this time, but is there any good news?"

The caravan has been stuck here for many days, every day people in the caravan will go to the sandstorm to observe the wind direction, Fang Qingyuan hopes to hear good news this time.

However, Bao Rensheng shook his head and said:

"Sandstorm still can't go together. It seems that we still have to wait for a while. I came this time because I have a good thing to share with Fang Daoyou."

When Fang Qingyuan heard Bao Rensheng say this, his heart suddenly jumped, and he asked calmly:

"What's the good thing?"

Bao Rensheng smiled and said mysteriously:
"Does Fellow Daoist Fang know about the Black Wind Spirit Fish?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyuan already had some guesses, but he just shook his head and pretended not to know, so Bao Rensheng didn't suspect him, and directly told the whole story:
"This black sand magnetic storm is so powerful that ordinary monks can't last long after entering it, but nature is full of wonders. In such a dangerous place, there are still creatures alive, and they only appear in the wildest part of the storm.

The black wind spirit fish is a top-rank spiritual creature. They soar in the black sand magnetic storm, and each one is worth thousands of first-rank spirit stones.

In the past few days, the people sent by our caravan to observe the storm unexpectedly found a group of black wind spirit fish, so I would like to invite fellow Taoists to help us catch these spirit fish and make a fortune together. "

After Bao Rensheng finished speaking, he stared at Fang Qingyuan. After Fang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, he refused with difficulty:

"Although the spirit fish is good, it's too dangerous. It's the first time I come out, and I just want to earn some spirit stones safely. I should not participate in this kind of thing."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's refusal, Bao Rensheng immediately said with a smile:

"It's okay, since Fellow Daoist Fang is not willing, I will find other people. I thought that Fellow Daoist Fang, as a disciple of the Beast Control Sect, was very eager to capture spirit beasts, but now it seems that I was the one who was abrupt."

The matter was not settled, and Bao Rensheng didn't intend to stay any longer. After sending him away, Fang Qingyuan simply repaired the broken tent door, then closed his eyes and meditated.

After a while, Fang Qingyuan opened his eyes with a cold look on his face when he sensed a faint sense of consciousness receding.

Regardless of whether the matter of capturing the Black Wind Spirit Fish was true or not, Fang Qingyuan was not prepared to participate, and he and Bao Rensheng were not familiar with each other, so he didn't dare to be tempted by such benefits in front of his eyes.

Fang Qingyuan's goal from the beginning to the end is very clear, that is, to run a business route steadily, accumulate some experience, and earn some spirit stones is enough.

He doesn't believe in other things like pie in the sky. When going out, it is the right thing to be cautious and restrain one's greed.

After recalling that he was not out of line just now, Fang Qingyuan continued to meditate with his eyes closed and started today's practice.

When Fang Qingyuan saw Bao Rensheng again, it was already five days later. Looking at Bao Rensheng's left arm, Fang Qingyuan asked with concern:
"Brother Bao, what's the matter? The injury may be a hindrance. I still have some healing elixir here. I wonder if it might be useful?"

Facing Fang Qingyuan's concern, Bao Rensheng waved his right hand and refused:
"It's okay, I've already used the elixir, and within three months, this arm will grow back. I'm here this time to tell you that the power of the black sand storm has been weakening recently. Maybe we can try it out. If you are willing, then we will set off together in three days."

In the desert of death, the black sand storm becomes stronger the further you go in, but weaker as you go outside.

When Fang Qingyuan heard Bao Rensheng's words, he hesitated for a while, then refused:

"I still don't want to go inside. I'm going to stop here. Although the goods inside are more valuable as I go in, the storm may become stronger that day. I'm going to take advantage of this gap to go with other caravans." Go back to Black Sand City."

What Fang Qingyuan said was his true thoughts. Eight tribes have passed by, more than half of this trip has been completed, and the rest is nothing more than four or five tribes, and the final target city.

Now Fang Qingyuan's goods and Yinbao's have been sold out, and there is not much left in the storage bag, only there are many in the Immortal Mansion.

Because he was worried about people like Bao Rensheng, Fang Qingyuan didn't dare to make a big move, otherwise the total number of goods would not match. According to the shrewdness of these businessmen, he was afraid that he would be exposed.

Simply take advantage of this opportunity to change to another chamber of commerce and follow them back. As long as you are careful, the goods in the Immortal Mansion can be sold again.

Knowing Fang Qingyuan's thoughts, Bao Rensheng sighed:
"It's rare to retreat bravely from the rapids. Now that Fellow Daoist Fang has made up his mind, let's say goodbye and see you again at Tianmen Mountain in southern Xinjiang."

After Bao Rensheng left, Fang Qingyuan looked at his back, especially the empty arm, shook his head, turned and went back into the house.

Three days later, the dry sheep caravan began to brave the wind and sand again, and left the oasis desert, walking forward with difficulty, but this time there were fewer familiar faces in the team, and there were more than a dozen people in linen and sackcloth. Filial piety.

(End of this chapter)