Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 99
After ordering the mother bee to take good care of the pair of sky oak silkworms, this time Fang Qingyuan did not choose to take the nectar from the mother bee, but rubbed her belly, comforted her for a while, and then left.

Only the surprised but happy bee mother was left, rolling happily in place.

After leaving the Immortal Mansion Space, Fang Qingyuan began to think about what he would do in the next three months.

Because three months later, the celestial oak silkworm will lay eggs, and then I will be busy.

The racing competition held in Lechuan will last until next year, during this period, Fang Qingyuan is not going to join in the fun.

After three months, it was too late to run a business, and after running a business last time, Fang Qingyuan found that spiritual materials were easy to buy, and the price difference was easy to make, but it was not easy to sell them.

It took him nearly a year to barely complete it, and he also borrowed the aftermath of the second Tianyinshan battle.

Do you want to form a caravan, just fight alone, relying on your own strength, the shipment volume is too small, as long as you make a big move, it will easily attract the attention of others.

Although the spirit stone is good, what I want is security, and it is better to do less risky things. I am pregnant with the immortal mansion, so I don't have to take risks for the small profits in front of me, and I have to take a long-term view.

All your output must be able to withstand the exploration of caring people, even if others don't notice it for a while, you can't relax.

The identity of the inner disciple of the Southern Border Beast Sect is not a panacea, so I must keep this in mind.

These thoughts flashed through Fang Qingyuan's mind, he sighed, he could obviously make a lot of money by smuggling in the Immortal Mansion, but he couldn't let go due to reality.

If you go here and there and go to other people's land to bulk goods, then it's better to be safe in southern Xinjiang.

Going out is very risky. The monks in southern Xinjiang recognize you as a disciple of the Beast Sect and dare not do anything to you, but if you go to someone else's territory and accidentally reveal your wealth, you will be killed.

In the world of cultivation, with one's great power, a single quarrel can lead to death. Many monks died without knowing why.

Even if you want to run around in business, you have to wait until your cultivation base is a little higher, not to mention Jindan, you have to build a foundation in the middle and late stages, otherwise, with your current cultivation base of the sixth level of Qi Refining, any small fish can do it. ate yourself.

Reflecting on myself three times a day, Fang Qingyuan felt that the reason why a person becomes more mature is because he can think and reflect, so Fang Qingyuan would sigh with emotion from time to time, thinking about how to walk the road ahead.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Qingyuan decided not to make any fuss, now that there is not much time left before the Chinese New Year, so let's wait until the Chinese New Year to do anything.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan felt much more at ease, he smiled freely, and finally chose to go back to sleep.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is definitely a pleasant thing to be able to drink a bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge around the stove.

Qu Wei's family is getting together and preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. This year, their life is much better than previous years.

They are not willing to eat or use them on weekdays, and now they are all taken out, and each of them wears a new dress, looking particularly energetic.

Fang Qingyuan made a statement last year, asking Qu Wei to keep a part of the Qingfeng Yinhao tea harvested every year for his own use. Although there are only a few hundred first-order spirit stones, he still needs to share them with the fifteen families. With this spirit stone, you can live a luxurious life.

Among these spiritual stones, the Qu family and the Liu family took the lion's share, because only two fairy seedlings with spiritual roots came out of their family, and they got a little more, and other families didn't dare to say anything, only envious.

But Qu Wei took the spirit stone and didn't choose to squander it. Instead, he saved it and planned to leave it to his son, Qu Wujie.

Qu Wei understands that cultivation is a very resource-consuming thing. His son's aptitude is not as good as that of the Liu family, and he is an ordinary person, so he won't be able to help him in the future, so this father can only do so much.

Qu Wei looked at the dazed Xiao Qu Wujie with a smile on his face, but then he became slightly sad.

His son is definitely the best, but as he gets older, Qu Wujie, who is already over two years old, behaves stupidly, not at all lively and cheerful like his peers.

Others told themselves that some children grow up late and will get better as time goes by, but Qu Wei thinks that this is not the case.

How about next year, when Sovereign Fang comes to collect tea, ask his old man to take a look. Even if there is a problem, as an immortal master, the Sovereign can definitely cure it.

Just as Qu Wei was contemplating, a cub whimpered suddenly from the door.

When Qu Wei heard this voice, he was startled at first, and then immediately realized, isn't this the spirit beast next to his suzerain?
So Qu Wei didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly took his family out of the door and into the courtyard.

As soon as he came out, Qu Wei saw Fang Qingyuan in the yard, rubbing the chubby black and white bear with one hand, and holding something in the other hand, looking at it non-stop.

Qu Wei glanced at it, and found that the thing in Fang Qingyuan's hand was his son's toy, a small wooden sword polished with branches.

Before he had time to think about it, Qu Wei hurriedly saluted with his family, and then he heard Fang Qingyuan's steady voice:
"Old Qu, it's Chinese New Year's Eve. I have no place to go. Come to your house for a New Year's Eve dinner. Don't bother me?"

Qu Wei quickly showed a sincere smile, and said happily:

"It's my honor for the suzerain to come to my house for the New Year's Eve dinner. How can you say it's an interruption. I'm afraid that the clear soup with little water is not to your liking."

Fang Qingyuan laughed, and then walked into the room, he said that he came here for the New Year's Eve dinner, that was really true.

This year is different from previous years. Zhang Yuan took Silver Treasure to participate in the racing competition. This competition is held on the main mountain of Tianmen Mountain. This kind of competition is held every day. On New Year’s Eve, Lechuan organized It was very lively, so Zhang Yuan didn't come back.

And Jiang Kui didn't know where she went, Fang Qingyuan couldn't contact her since the Tianyin Mountain battle ended.

Fang Qingyuan didn't want to go to Tianmen Mountain to join in the fun, and he didn't want to stay at home and spend this New Year's Eve alone, so he simply came to the nearby Qingfeng Mountain, preparing to connect with his fellow citizens.

All in all, as the suzerain, I am not very competent in what I do. I only see Qu Wei and other leaders once a year, and I usually don't care about them, and I am busy with my own affairs.

And Qu Wei and the others are also very sensible, basically they don't bother themselves, Qingfeng Mountain is not far from their small courtyard, and Fang Qingyuan will fly here in less than a quarter of an hour.

When he arrived in the house, Fang Qingyuan sat at the main seat. After he glanced at the crowd, he saw that everyone was more reserved, so he moved his chopsticks first.

After a slightly depressing New Year's Eve dinner, in Qu Wei's study, Jin Bao lay down at Qing Yuan's feet, drowsy, while Fang Qing Yuan was holding the little sword, looking at it non-stop.

This wooden sword is very ordinary, the material is only ordinary tea tree branches, and the polishing process is also ordinary, but on such a toy-like wooden sword, Fang Qingyuan found a trace of sword intent attached to it.

This aroused Fang Qingyuan's interest, Qu Wei is just an ordinary person, although he has practiced martial arts, he definitely does not have the supernatural power of sword intent.

Sword intent is something that belongs to the scope of practice. Without spiritual roots, it cannot communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if the talent is outstanding and the swordsmanship is unsurpassed, it can only be done at the technical level, and the sword intent is attached to the wooden sword. Qu Wei can't do it.

Except for Xiao Qu Wujie, everyone in Qu Wei's family is ordinary people. Although Qu Wujie is only two years old and has not yet practiced, he can feel the aura of heaven and earth, and the spiritual root in his body can communicate with heaven and earth.

So to rule out all the impossibilities, Fang Qingyuan thought that the sword intent on this wooden sword should be Xiaoqu Wujie's handwriting.

Thinking of this, a thought flashed in Fang Qingyuan's mind, to be able to do such a thing at such an age, Xiao Qu Wujie's physique is absolutely extraordinary.

Fang Qingyuan tried his best to recall the cultivation classics he had read, and finally found a record similar to this kind of event in his mind. Some practitioners with special physiques can show great talent when they are young.

Comprehending the sword intent is nothing, some can even attract the phoenix to pay homage, all beasts bow down, what's more, it directly triggers a natural disaster and tsunami, killing all the old and young in the city, leaving only one's own existence.

As for the ability to comprehend the sword intent without a teacher, in the practice world, there are also several physiques that meet this condition, such as [Sword Heart Clear], [Heart Sword Shenhe], [Gengjin Sword Body].
(End of this chapter)