Build a family of immortality from the blood slaves of the Demon Sect

Jiang Chulin explained: "I don't know something. To the north of this Immortal Fair is the Immortal Market, and to the south is the Mortal Market. They are collectively called the Immortal Fair. But we mortals can't come to the north without the Immortal Master to carry us. Therefore, we mortals call the north the Beixianji and the south the Nanfanji.”

Ye Yunqi sighed with emotion: "So that's it. Before I came here, I was thinking about how Xianfan went to the market together. It turns out they were separated!"

The existence of this Immortal Mortal Collection is, to put it bluntly, convenient for immortals to buy some common supplies from mortals.

After all, many qi-training monks cannot afford spiritual food or robes, so they inevitably have to buy mundane supplies.

A place where real cultivators trade would not be happy for mortals to come here to wander around and look around.

Look, can you afford it? Those who can afford it will have no cultivators to lead them.

Ye Yunqi wanted to go to the Mortal Market, but seeing that his two concubines were very curious about this Beixianji, which they had never been to before, their big eyes blinked, and he asked: "Then let's go to the Immortal Market first. How about a walk around the city?”

"Yeah!"

"Thank you, Master~"

Jiang Chuyao and Jiang Chulin all spoke out.

Then a person hugged one of Ye Yunqi's arms, slightly behind Ye Yunqi, and stretched his head from the side of Ye Yunqi's shoulder, looking around curiously with his big eyes.

Seeing the cute and charming looks of the two beautiful concubines, Ye Yunqi laughed and walked forward.

The three of them were wandering around Qingshi Street, looking here and there.

The two beautiful concubines seemed to be worried that they would be kicked out if they let go. They held Ye Yunqi's arms tightly. Ye Yunqi enjoyed the two soft embraces and looked at the surrounding shops.

Chu Yao and Chu Lin whispered softly.

Chu Yao sighed with emotion: "It is indeed the Beixianji! It is much prettier than our Nanfanji!"

Sister Chu Lin said in surprise: "That's right, sister, look, that building over there is so beautiful. Hey, that's the word "jiang". It turns out our Jiang family is so powerful!"

"Yes, yes, after all, my Jiang family is also a family that has cultivated immortality for three hundred years!"

When Chu Yao said this, she was a little proud.

Chu Lin sighed: "It's a pity that we don't have spiritual roots. If it weren't for the master, we wouldn't even be able to see him."

Hearing this, Ye Yunqi took out his other hand and touched Chu Lin's head to express comfort.

Chu Yao was anxious and hugged Ye Yunqi's body, as if she didn't feel safe unless she was hugged.

Ye Yunqi had no choice but to hold her in his arms again and comforted her: "Don't worry, you won't be driven away as long as I'm here."

Looking at the two concubines who were still a little nervous, Ye Yunqi thought that they seemed to be interested in Jiang's shop, and then said: "How about we go to Jiang's shop to have a look?"

The two girls nodded in unison, and Ye Yunqi took them to Jiang's shop.

This Jiang's shop mainly deals in Dongshan's output.

There are both Linggu, Lingdao and Lingcha.

Ye Yunqi walked in, and the waiter greeted the three of them with a smile.

The shopkeeper looked at it from a distance, suddenly stood up and walked over, bowing his hands and saying, "Ye Keqing, welcome."

Ye Yunqi was a little surprised. This person actually recognized him?

Looking up, the shopkeeper looked like a middle-aged man. His cultivation level was at the fifth level of Qi training. He must have been a direct descendant of the Jiang family.

"Hello, shopkeeper. I'm just here for a visit." Ye Yunqi returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

The shopkeeper seemed to see the surprise in Ye Yunqi's heart and said: "Haha, Ye Keqing just took a look. Some time ago, I sent an offering of Lingmi Lingcha to Ye Keqing's house. I met the two clan sisters Chu Yao and Chu Lin. Now I dare to recognize you."

Ye Yunqi suddenly realized that the shopkeeper was also a human spirit. He even delivered the offerings to his door personally. No wonder he could become the shopkeeper of this shop!

The shopkeeper waved his hand and asked the receptionist to leave. He received the reception himself and introduced Ye Yunqi to the different grades of Lingmi Lingcha in the store. He also personally poured three cups of tea for Ye Yunqi, Chu Yao and Chu Lin to taste.

Ye Yunqi also gained a lot from this knowledge.

Later in the introduction, the shopkeeper specifically said: "The ones that Keqing enshrines are the best batch of the Jiang family's output. That batch is not sold in the store and will only be used to worship the elders and people like Ye Keqing." "You are a talented young man!" "If you don't have enough money at home, you can buy one or two. If you still have some, there is no need to buy them. They are not as good as those at home."

One sentence not only emphasized the goodness of the Jiang family, but also praised Ye Yunqi.

He also thoughtfully provided Ye Yun with steps for shopping but not shopping. Although these steps were of little significance, they were still comfortable.

After all, the previous introduction was so detailed that Ye Yunqi felt embarrassed not to buy it.

Naturally, both parties were satisfied. Ye Yunqi hurriedly said: "The Jiang family is so proud of their love. I really deserve it."

"Hey, guest, you are young and promising, and I, the Jiang family, are very knowledgeable about people."

The two chatted happily, and finally Ye Yunqi waved his sleeves and left because he still had money to spend at home.

Chu Yao and Chu Lin's eyes were shining. That cup of spiritual tea was not wine but intoxicating.

The two of them were originally not qualified to come to Beixianji, but now they not only wandered there, but also tasted a cup of spiritual tea.

The aroma of Naling tea is overflowing in your mouth, and it is extremely sweet. Although they could not detect the spiritual energy and its charm, the warm feeling made their whole bodies seem to be jumping for joy, making the two of them extremely comfortable.

They even know that all this is caused by the men around them.

No wonder others said before that taking a concubine for the Immortal Master was a blessing to heaven.

You will have no worries about food and clothing, and nourish your body with spiritual energy. If you can get a little gift, it will be of infinite use, and you will have no illness, no disaster, and no worries in your life.

After walking out of the Jiang family's shop, he strolled around for a while.

Ye Yunqi noticed that there were not many Jiang family shops in the market, not as many as other families.

Obviously, the Jiang family had only been here for three hundred years, and had suffered a change before, so they were not as good as those local big families with a long history.

Although Beixian Market was good, Ye Yunqi didn't want to buy anything, and he couldn't afford what he wanted to buy, so he looked at Chu Lin and Chu Yao and said, "How about we go to Nanfan Market?"

The two of them were also very well-behaved and nodded one after another.

Ye Yunqi walked south all the way, and when he was halfway there, he came to a bluestone street with many stalls. Ye Yunqi thought this was Nanfan Market, but when he looked closely, he saw that the people coming and going were also cultivators.

I couldn't help wondering: "Isn't this the Southern Fairy Market? There are so many cultivators? There are not many mortals!"

Chu Yao and Chu Lin shook their heads: "Master, this is still the Northern Fairy Market, not the Southern Fairy Market yet!"

A cultivator passing by heard the discussion here, smiled and turned back and said: "Daoyou, this is a place for free trade. Whether it is a family sect or a casual cultivator, you can set up a stall to exchange what you have."

Ye Yunqi suddenly realized, but it was still the same sentence. Those who want to buy can't afford it. Ye Yunqi took his two concubines and continued to go south, passing through the free market.

Suddenly heard a loud voice: "Your red blood mushroom is so bad, and the effect is poor at a glance, but you still sell it so expensive?"

I didn't want to explain too much about the spirit stone and money, but when writing the article, it was inevitable that I disturbed my thoughts and wrote a few more sentences in the article.

This is all for the plot. I have naturally read many fairy tales and have repeatedly thought about the pricing.

For example, the price of the spirit stones and silver in the early stage is actually the price of the maids, because the plot does not affect the amount of silver exchanged, and I do not plan to write too many mortal plots. But the exchange of maids will affect, so the price of spirit stones is inferred from the price of maids. If one spirit stone is 1,000 silver and three spirit stones are exchanged a month, then wouldn’t that be 300 maids? The plot will collapse.

There is also the foundation-building pill. I have seen many places where a foundation-building pill costs 20,000 spirit stones, but I priced it at 2,300 to 5,000 in the text.

The reason is that this price is a price that a Qi-training cultivator cannot reach for a lifetime of peace.

How to say it, it is like the grassroots workers in big cities cannot afford to buy a house.

Let alone workers, many small businesses cannot afford the working capital (analogous to the immortal family and the foundation-building pill). Even many small businesses are crushed by rent (the immortal family did not connect to the foundation and declined)

Explanations are boring. I like to bury my head in writing. Now there are few updates, and I am also at fault. Recently, I am considering finding a node to put it on the shelves. After it is put on the shelves, I can update more.

Although the book's performance is not very good, it has now advanced to the fourth round. I still hope to write this story for a long time.

Xianxia and Xuanhuan are the original dreams of many writers.