Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

In Juyou Canyon, the monks of the Tulang Tribe remained silent and said nothing.

The two elders kept the leader's instructions in mind and tried to maintain a delicate balance in their relationship.

Compared to the monks from the Tulang tribe who were quietly watching what happened, the monks from the Tuocha tribe were very angry.

Especially the young monk leading the team couldn't help but want to shout angrily, but the two middle-aged monks in front of him kept blocking him and not giving him a chance to explode.

It can be seen that the young man is the team leader of the Tuocha tribe on the surface, but his actual status is not too high.

His realm changes in an instant, and the true situation is elusive.

"Fellow Taoist, please don't go too far. According to the agreement, as long as it is a resource war led by the Tuosha tribe, half of the final profit will be taken away at worst."

"Before, I was blocked by the terrain and failed to take action in time. On the surface, it seemed a bit negligent, but in fact, the containment effect was very outstanding."

The middle-aged monk who emerged from the Tuocha tribe spoke in a calm tone, paused slightly, and continued:

"Let's do this. We'll take 40% of the bronze spirit ants, and the rest will be divided equally between the Tulang tribe and the Tuocha tribe. How about that?"

Although the Tulang tribe still felt aggrieved by this result, they could still accept it.

After all, it is a vassal tribe of Tuocha tribe, so it will inevitably suffer some losses.

But the old woman from the Fox Prison Tribe was still dissatisfied. She shook her head and said, "I'll give you 30% at most. If you agree, you can each catch the copper spirit ants."

"If you are not satisfied, just wait for the monks from the Yamen tribe to come back and grab the resource points again."

The old woman from the Fox Prison tribe speaks very arrogantly.

He looked like I wouldn't give you any face, which made all the monks of the Tuocha tribe look sulky.

"We are still in the Tieling Valley of the Tuocha tribe. We don't know when we will be counterattacked by the Yamen tribe. We have to deal with the resource allocation issue quickly, but we can't delay it any longer."

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, the fourth elder of Tulang tribe smiled and said:

"How about this. The Tuocha tribe agrees to allocate resources for the time being. When we get the copper spirit ants, our Tulang tribe will give us 10%. How about that?"

The middle-aged monk from the Tuocha tribe looked slightly ugly when he heard this. He took a deep look at the old woman from the Fox Prison tribe and nodded gently.

This move was obviously a silent agreement.

After a stalemate at the resource point for almost a quarter of an hour, the monks from the Tuocha tribe couldn't get much advantage, so they had no choice but to agree.

The opinions of the three tribes were unified, and in the remaining half-quarter of an hour, the number of copper spirit ants in the hills was quickly counted, and then distributed.

The old woman of the Fox Prison Tribe did not care about the Tulang Tribe's choice and allowed the Tulang Tribe's monks to give some Copper Spirit Ants to the Tuocha Tribe.

This behavior naturally made the monks of the Tulang tribe very uncomfortable, but the tribe was too small and they could only endure it.

This kind of thing happened often in the past, and the second elder and the fourth elder were used to it.

Wait until resources are allocated.

The monks from the three tribes did not stay in the Tieling Valley. They each gathered their breath and turned around to leave.

At this time, it was already dusk, the sun was setting, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

The monks from the three tribes left the Tieling Valley Road and headed for a safe area. About before dark, they hid in a remote cave in the Juyou Canyon.

The space in the cave is very spacious. It looks like a natural stalactite cave with thousands of square meters inside.

The monks from all tribes gathered together, set up tents around the bonfire, and chatted freely, and the atmosphere was slightly peaceful.

But wait until late at night.

The fourth elder, who was sitting cross-legged in the tent to breathe, suddenly heard a message from the old woman of the Fox Prison tribe in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fellow Taoist Tudan, why do you have to give in to the blood-sucking insects of the Tuosha tribe at dusk?"

"If we can share some of the resource points that our two tribes have worked so hard to capture, it's our kindness. Why should we cut off our own flesh to feed the greedy wolves?"

The voice transmission from the old woman of the Fox Prison tribe made the fourth elder's eyes widen in shock.

He subconsciously transmitted the message: "Fellow Humu, you can't help but say this nonsense. The Tuocha tribe protects our small tribe, which is a kindness. We should give you a thank you gift."

The fourth elder was very cautious in doing things. Although he was unhappy with the Tuocha tribe in his heart, he did not dare to openly insult the tribe.

"The monks from the Tuosha tribe can't detect our message. Fellow Taoist Tudan doesn't have to do this."

The old woman from the Fox Prison tribe smiled and said:

"We are all small tribes. We are like duckweeds in the Taling Desert. We may be destroyed at any time. We must rely on medium and large tribes to survive."

"But this does not mean that we deserve to be enslaved. Medium-sized tribes such as Xiaojin Tribe, Baoji Tribe, Guteng Tribe, Feipeng Tribe, etc. have very loose management of vassals."

"As long as you make the offerings normally, you will be blessed."

"If you ask me, this is the normal relationship between the vassal tribe and the suzerain tribe."

When the old woman of the Fox Prison Tribe communicated with the fourth elder of the Tulang Tribe, her tone seemed very polite.

He was not as mean as he was to the monks from the Tuosha tribe.

She said in a faint tone: "But fellow Taoist, if you think back on the past behavior of the Tuocha tribe, it was basically exploitation and oppression. Once the vassal tribe was in danger, they would sometimes abandon it like a shoe. There was no trace of the qualified clan leader tribe. Look."

"If you ask me, I have been in trouble with the Tuocha tribe for eight lifetimes. We say we are blessed, but it is really like being enslaved by them."

Hearing this, the fourth elder of the Tulang tribe chose to remain silent and did not choose to speak.

He was cunning and cunning. He saw that there was something in the old woman's words from the Fox Prison Tribe, so he was waiting for him to take action.

Based on the scene at dusk, the fourth elder could roughly guess that the old woman from the Fox Prison Tribe had a strong intention to leave the Tuosha Tribe.

as predicted.

The fox prisoner old woman immediately conveyed her intention.

"Speaking of which, I met a steward from the Xiaojin Tribe in the Fox Prison Tribe not long ago. Through private chats, I found out that the tribe is recruiting vassal tribes, and the treatment offered is more generous than that of the Tuocha Tribe."

"If fellow Taoist Tudan were given a choice, would he choose to become a vassal of the Xiaojin tribe?"

The meaning of these words is very clear.

To put it simply, it's a bit like the Fox Prison Tribe found the Xiaojin Tribe as a backer and wanted to pull the Tulang Tribe to join them.

The fourth elder of Tulang Tribe heard this and continued to remain silent. He did not give a reply, but said vaguely:

"I didn't expect that the Xiaojin tribe has such a profound foundation and takes such good care of small tribes. It's really admirable."

Perhaps seeing the perfunctory behavior of the four elders of the Tulang Tribe, the old woman from the Fox Prison Tribe said with a smile:

"This is true for most medium-sized tribes. The deeper the foundation, the less likely it is that small tribes will become alienated."

After a simple answer, the old woman from the Fox Prison Tribe changed her tone and asked via voice transmission: "By the way, how is Qing'er doing in the Tulang Tribe recently?"

"I haven't seen her for a long time, and I really miss her."

The Qing'er mentioned by the old woman of the Fox Prison Tribe is the legitimate daughter of an elder of the tribe. She is married to the legitimate son of an elder of the Tulang Tribe and is currently living a good life in the Tulang Tribe.

In addition to this woman, there are two or three direct descendants of the Huqiu tribe who have married into the Tulang tribe.

Through these direct descendants, the Fox Prisoner Tribe has a rough grasp of the basic situation of the Tulang Tribe, and a rough understanding of the Tulang Tribe's attitude towards the Tuocha Tribe.

To sum up, the Tulang tribe has been in Kutuocha for a long time. Once there is an opportunity, they will definitely change the clan leader without hesitation.

Because of this, the old woman of the Fox Prison Tribe dared to directly transmit the message to the Fourth Elder.

Crackling——

In the empty and dark cave, the sound of bonfires burning wood was heard. In two camps far apart, the elders of the Tulang Tribe and the old woman of the Fox Prison Tribe were communicating with each other one after another.

And in the camp of the Tuosha tribe further away.

The young monk who led the team had an angry face and punched the sandalwood table in front of him heavily with his fist.

He glared at the two middle-aged monks in front of him and said coldly: "Why did you stop me at dusk?"

"If you don't give these vassal tribes any color, they really take themselves seriously!"

Among the two middle-aged monks, the tall one with a slightly elegant temperament said:

"What happened at dusk was a deliberate trial by the tribe. Naturally, you cannot be allowed to mess around."

"Being angry right now is completely meaningless. After a while, the tribe will naturally teach them a profound lesson."

The two middle-aged monks from the Tuocha tribe had cold eyes, and they exchanged a brief word and said no more.

Seeing this scene, the young monk frowned subconsciously. He didn't expect that what happened at dusk was done intentionally by the tribe.

Thinking of this, he became even more angry, because what the tribe intended to do was hidden from him, and they treated him as a chess piece and acted randomly.

Perhaps seeing the anger of the young monk, the two middle-aged monks did not stay in the camp for long, turned around and walked out together.

The internal planning of the Tuosha tribe.

Naturally, the Tulang Tribe and the Fox Prisoner Tribe were not clear about it, and the elders of the two tribes were still chatting through messages in secret.

Here, in Chengfang City, Moshan County, Yaoyun Oasis, a large number of monks are blocking the door of the Lu family's elixir shop, all with the attitude of watching the fun.

Inside the shop, six extraordinary alchemists were gathering.

They are either old men with furrowed faces, old women with silver hair, or middle-aged men with unsmiling faces.

These alchemists were all candidates invited by Lu Qian'er to appraise the elixirs. They all came from different factions and had nothing to do with the Lu family. They each had a good reputation in the alchemy circles of the county and city.

"Fellow Taoists, the Lu family shop has been slandered by thieves, claiming that the elixir contains cheap ingredients, and its reputation has been damaged."

Lu Qianer looked at the alchemists and said:

"I invite you all to come here this time. The main purpose is to identify this bottle of elixir and see the types of materials inside, and whether it has been compromised or secretly added."

While speaking, Lu Qian'er motioned to the shop monks and escorted several trouble-provoking monks to the side.

This move caused the monks in front of the door to have different expressions. Some looked like they were watching the fun, some looked calm, or some shook their heads and sighed.

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Lu, identifying elixirs is what we are best at."

The six alchemists each circulated their spiritual energy, took turns taking the elixirs from the porcelain bottles, and tasted them carefully.

At the same time, they also carefully examined the image of the elixir in the photo beads.

After about half an hour of identification.

The six alchemists all had the result in their minds, and they communicated with each other privately to discuss, and finally came to the result that the elixir had been dropped.

"Shopkeeper Lu's photo beads record in great detail the process of putting the various materials of the elixir into the furnace, as well as the color and pattern of the elixir when it comes out of the furnace. There are clear image records."

"Even the process of sending it to the store was recorded through photo beads. I believe you all can see it."

An old man with a goatee glanced at the people in front of the door and said:

"In the image, the bottle of elixir delivered to the shop has four lines in total, three of which are very obvious and can be seen with the naked eye."

"The remaining one appears blurry, but essentially it is still a trace of the elixir pattern."

"However, the elixir brought by these three Taoist friends only has three elixir patterns, and the positions are wrong. They are of different lengths and there are traces of spots on the surface. It is obviously a waste elixir."

"The most important thing is that the elixir sold in Shopkeeper Lu's shop, one of the ingredients is moose grass. When the elixir is refined, a faint fragrance will overflow."

"But the smell of the elixir that comes out of this bottle is rather bland, and the surface is not shiny enough. Apparently there is no moose herb in it, and the refining techniques are different, resulting in different sizes of the final elixir."

These words fell.

The monks at the door looked at each other in confusion. Most of them were casual cultivators and none of them knew the art of alchemy.

Although I don't know what to say, it is not difficult to tell from the words of the old man with the goatee that some casual cultivators came to Lu's shop deliberately to look for trouble.

"What are the intentions of the three of you who came here to stir up trouble with the waste pill? Do you think the Lu family can be bullied?"

With the endorsement of the six alchemists, Lu Qianer's beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at the imprisoned trouble-making monk, and asked in a bad tone.

When questioned, the leader of the instigator seemed a little confused about what to say. Cold sweat broke out from the tip of his nose. He turned to look at a hunchbacked monk and asked sternly:

"Second brother, what on earth is going on?"

"The elixir has always been kept by you, how could it be switched? Did you swallow the elixir privately and then accuse the Lu family of selling fake elixirs?"

The hunchbacked monk said with a bitter look on his face: "I gave the elixir to Ming Yan in Yiqing Building."

Yiqinglou is a brothel in Moshan County, specializing in entertaining monks.

"What! You are such a bastard, you actually took away the elixir that third brother needed to break through!"

Hearing this, the leader of the troublemaking monks became furious and cursed angrily:

"Damn it, you just went to Yiqing Building, but you came back with a fake elixir to fool us, and you even dared to slander the Lu family store. Are you tired of living?"

The words fell.

A monk in the crowd at the door made a regretful voice and muttered:

"It's such a big fight. I thought there was some force secretly targeting Lu's store. Who knew it was an own incident? Let's all disperse. It's no fun to watch." (End of Chapter)