Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 55 55. Come to an end

   "Hmm, the qualifications are not bad."

  In the Huangjiazhai courtyard, there are quite a row of three birds in the local cultivating world. The immortal mathishu horse is sitting in danger, like an old Chinese medicine doctor, with an elegant beard in one hand and Jiang Xia's wrist in one hand.

  Half-closed eyes.

  A warm and watery energy protruded from the tip of Sanquezi’s raised fingers, and walked around Jiang Xia’s body meridians for a week.

  Three finches seemed to be sensing something, and slowly said:

   "The Dantian is not damaged, the heart orifice is full, the Yuanyang is not lost, and the sea of ​​consciousness has not been opened, but the gods are also born strong, and it is not difficult to draw aura into the body."

  These words made Jiang Xia smile more.

  Immediately, he felt a slight change in the energy sent by the three finches into the body.

  From being warm and moist as water, to bursting, Jiang Xiaru was added to the body by the fire.

  But the next moment it became calm and light again, and it was unusually comfortable.

  Before Jiang Xia could speak, the aura changed again, from ethereal and honest, and finally turned into sharp aura, wrapped around him.

  These five changes seem to represent five aura forms.

  The first four are no more. Until the last sharp change, Jiang Xia suddenly felt a hot current collide, giving him a feeling of spreading his wings.

  The body also trembles quickly.

   is not painful.

  Instead, there is an unspeakable sense of comfort.

   "Huh? Jin Linggen? This is strange."

  San Quezi's eyes were more surprised.

  He retracted his finger and dissipated his aura. Seeing Jiang Xia’s doubts, he explained:

  "The human races in this world have many strange aptitudes, and there are no less than a thousand kinds of subdivisions. There are also fate, numerology, and the theory of astrology and star palace. This Xiu is not very good at appearance.

   can only be measured with the most basic five elements of heaven.

  Fan monk spiritual roots can be roughly divided into five types: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and some rare foreign spiritual roots.

  Practicing suitable exercises can make progress very fast, but around Fengming Kingdom, because of the proximity to the Southern Wilderness and the alienation of the ground, human monks are born here, most of which are wood spirit roots or water spirit roots.

  There are also double-spiritual roots, or even triple-spiritual roots, who can practice two or three exercises together.

  But what is missing is a good thing.

  In short, your golden spirit root is quite pure, with few impurities.

   is indeed rare. "

   Jiang Xia nodded, he asked with a sense of joy:

   "That is to say, I am a unique spiritual wizard?"

   "Puff"

  The three birds who were talking about this were taken aback, and almost squirted out the tea in their mouths. The old monk looked at Jiang Xia with a weird expression and said that this mortal is really not embarrassed!

  Bah, shameless.

  How can anyone praise yourself so much?

  He shook his head and explained patiently:

  "You think too much, little friend.

  How can the qualifications of spiritual wizards be so easy to obtain? The old man just said that this qualification is tolerant and complicated. In addition to the spiritual roots of the five elements, it also depends on astrology and numerology.

  But even if you don’t look at it now, the old man has a conclusion. "

  While shaking his head, he said:

  "Little friend, you have some qualifications, but you are better than ordinary people. If you are in Sanqueshan, you can barely be an inner disciple.

  It’s easy to draw the qi into the body. It’s easy to get a pill to build the essential core, and it’s not difficult to get into the qi-training state.

  But you, the golden spirit root, on the boundary of Fengming Nation, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a suitable exercise method. After thinking about it, Moshuang Mountain should have a suitable method for you.

  They are inherited from the Mohist school and practice less killing and cutting techniques, so they don’t care much about spiritual roots.

  And one more thing. "

  San Que put down the tea cup and said with a serious expression:

  "My little friend is afraid I don’t know.

  The best age for a monk to entrain qi to build a foundation is at the age of thirteen or fourteen. When the innate aura has not dissipated, once the weak crown is passed, the body's meridian roots and bones are shaped.

  The innate aura quickly dissipated. The little friend is now in his twenties and has missed the optimal age for foundation building. If he needs to practice again, I am afraid that there are still difficulties to be overcome.

  Unless you find a powerful monk, wash your marrow and shed the mortal, strengthen your spiritual foundation, you will have a smooth journey. "

  The more Three Quezi said, the less smile Jiang Xia's face became.

  In the end it becomes like a mask of pain.

   Seeing Jiang Xia’s face was gloomy, San Quezi stopped talking about this sad thing, and turned the topic to the other party. He took up the contract and said to Jiang Xia:

  "In the past, Sanqueshan and Ruyifang traded Lingshi, fifty Lingshi was offered once a month, and 30 cents for Shidu Lingqi, the price was much more expensive than the outside world.

  But the local spirit stone is monopolized by Ruyifang, Mo Shuangshan didn't say anything, I can only use this high price.

  Doing this business with a little friend, is the price not as good as this method? "

"Do not"

   Jiang Xia shook her head, temporarily pressed her mind, and said:

  "Since long-term cooperation is required, business cannot do this. What is the price of Lingshi outside of Fengming State, we also follow the same price.

  This is a small bargain, I don’t account for it. "

  "Okay! Little friends, atmosphere!"

  San Quezi immediately felt happy. His sect was barely inherited, but he was also a small household. If it is cheaper to buy spirit stones in the future, it will also be beneficial to the development of the sect.

  This will smile from the heart and say to Jiang Xia:

  "Then fifty spiritual stones, give twenty cents of spiritual energy for ten degrees."

   "Well, that's it."

   Jiang Xia sighed, took out the pen given by Roger from his pocket, and wrote his name on the contract.

  Flick the fingers of the three finches, and you don’t need a wolf.

  I saw a flash of light, and the jade seal of Sanqueshan was printed on the position of Party B of the contract, and it was like Quefei’s signature, shining with a warm light, printed on it.

  The transaction is established.

  The first business was completed.

  San Quezi has said it all here, and the monks of the small sect who came with him will definitely not complain again.

  This time Jiang Xia made a profit, they really took advantage.

  But now is the time to seize the market. Making money is secondary. You must quickly grab the Ruyifang market and stabilize these monks before proceeding to the next step.

  "Senior, please go back to the mountain gate to promote my shop."

  Jiang Xia pushed the pack of spirit stones to Sanquezi and said:

  "These are the benefits for seniors, so seniors should be asked to tell Fengming junior high and small monks as their own, that Fengshan has cheap and good spiritual stones, and a continuous supply of energy.

  Welcome everyone to come and buy. "

   "Easy to talk, easy to talk."

  San Quezi is also welcome, carrying a heavy spiritual stone in his hand.

  Xin said that Jiang Xia is really aware.

  This is the attitude of doing business. Ruyifang relies on its monopoly and occasionally raises prices, which has already made Sanquezi very dissatisfied.

  This is a contrast, and it shows the level of both sides.

  He flipped his fingers, and the bag of spiritual stones disappeared in his hand. It may have been put in something like a ring or a bag of heaven and earth.

  All that should be said, and the contract has been signed, he should leave with his disciples.

  But when she walked to the door, San Quezi suddenly turned her head and said to Jiang Xia:

  "The little friend is so polite, and the old man feels deeply, so he will send you a message that Ruyifang has close monks in the local area, and several small sects have already put pressure on the Fengming State official.

  The old man is a monk, and he doesn’t care about your mundane things, but it’s best for young friends to make preparations in advance. "

   "Senior, don't worry."

   Jiang Xia sent Sanquezi to the door and said:

   "The preparations are already done, and when my Kunlun Square opens in Fengyang County, I will ask seniors to come and give me this mortal to hold a scene."

   "Kunlunfang?"

  Sanque shook his head and said softly:

  "This name is not good. You may not know it. In the 33rd sect of the Immortal League, there is a school called Kunlun School, which is converted to Yujian. It is larger and more powerful than our local Moshuang Mountain.

  I'm afraid this will be a taboo, and it is not good to be caught by someone with a heart.

  Let’s change the name. "

   "No change."

   Jiang Xia would be in a bad mood, so she said casually:

  "This name is meaningful to me. It reminds me not to forget something. It is called Kunlun as a monk. Could it be my mortal store, that is so terrible?"

"whatever."

  San Quezi no longer persuade.

  There are regulations in the Immortal League that monks are not allowed to intervene in the mortal world. Jiang Xia will not involve in the immortal way and call Kunlunfang in Fengming Country, which is regarded as self-entertainment.

  A hundred thousand miles away from the Kunlun School that is close to the northern border, it is not a big deal to come.

——

  "Master, you have to be the master for the disciple!"

  Here Sanquezi and Jiang Xia had a very happy conversation, and took time to do a business, but the scene at the 7th pit of the mine was completely different.

  A group of cultivators used their own means to come to Pit No.7, and they encountered their own disciples, Su and the others who had been given orders. They were carried by guns and driven out of the mine.

  Not seen for a few days, these disciples don’t have the cool energy of monk disciples anymore.

   Stripped off their shirts one by one, leaving only a pair of trousers. Because they were digging for many days, they were disgraced, and some were spoiled. No matter where they could stand this kind of hard work, their hands were ground out of cocoons.

  Each miserable, like a beggar, spread out with disheveled hair.

As soon as I got out of the mine, I saw that my masters were standing there, and my heart came to my heart. A few cried and knelt to the ground, shouting at the masters, wanting to let the master give them to themselves. Justice.

  A female nun was crying, holding her master’s leg, pointing at Su Yigan behind her, and shouting:

  "Master! They force us to mine and humiliate us. That's fine. It's because I can't do well and shame Master, but they are still disrespectful in language and humiliate the monks of my generation."

   "Nonsense!"

   Jasmine, who was standing with Su, blew up her hair when she heard this and shouted:

   "We never said it! Not only did we not torture you, but also healed you. I warn you, don't provoke right and wrong!"

  The female cultivator didn’t care, she kept chattering, but she was so excited that she could not see her master’s gloomy expression.

"Snapped"

  Just as she was telling the truth, a slap in the face suddenly sounded.

  To the surprise of everyone, they looked to the side and saw a middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi. He waved his palm and hit the face of the silent young disciple who was kneeling before him.

  The disciple was also stiff, received a slap, and didn't say a word. He seemed to be used to this kind of treatment.

  "It was a mistake to accept you from an old friend at the beginning!"

  The Tsing Yi monk retracted his palm, stared at the disciple under his feet, stretched out his hand, and a blue light poured into the disciple's body, and then there was a painful wailing sound.

  "This practice has been practiced for many years, and it is about to break through when I see it. On this terrible knot, you smashing goods have caused this to me!"

  The middle-aged monk waved his sleeve and said coldly:

  "Finally, the cause and effect you provoke, I won't touch it!

  From today, you and my 13 years of apprenticeship fate is exhausted, since you like to join in the fun, like to cause trouble, then it seems that the journey of cultivating immortals is not suitable for you.

  Abolish your cultivation base, so as not to cause major incidents later, it will be difficult to end.

  This is also for your good.

  Go back to the earth in the future and live a good life. "

   After finishing speaking, this monk bowed his hand to the other fellow daoists, and ignored the disciples who had been dismantled behind him. He stepped on the wind and disappeared in front of the mine in a blink of an eye.

  This scene stunned the other disciples who were still wailing, especially the female cultivator who was telling the truth, with a dusty face full of fear.

  She took a peek at her master, and was frightened by the indifferent expression on her face, and she lowered her head and shivered.

  The other disciples immediately looked at their master’s expressions. When they saw that all the monks had no smiles on their faces, these disciples were shocked, for fear that the next unlucky one would be themselves.

  It's not just them.

  The soldiers behind him were also shocked.

  Jasmine originally wanted to scold these unreasonable guys.

   But now that the silent young monk is rolling on the ground in pain, with a posture that life is not as good as death, the wasteland girl will really be speechless.

  At this moment, Jasmine suddenly felt it.

  This new world is not as beautiful as I thought.

  It is as cruel as the wasteland.

  It's just a different form of expression.

  Fortunately, the remaining cultivators had a bit of face and did not act as cruel as the Tsing Yi cultivator, but what these disciples did directly involved the supervision of the Taofu Academy, which all cultivators avoided.

  After they go back, there must be nothing to eat.

  Maybe it will be marginalized.

  At this time, it doesn’t matter who is right and who is wrong.

   "Hey, wait!"

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Jasmine suddenly remembered the boss's previous instructions and hurriedly called the monks. When the monks turned around, they saw Jasmine taking out a dozen small bags from the box on Su's back.

  "You dug these spirit stones by yourself. We only take one-third of them. You can take the rest with you. They are your own rewards."

  Speaking, Jasmine stepped forward and handed the little bags in her hands to the gloomy monks one by one.

  They held them in their hands, looked at each other, and looked down. There were as many as a dozen pieces in the bag, and as little as seven or eight pieces, all of which were cut spiritual stones, emitting clouds of mist and dust, and little light.

"Thanks."

  A monk said thank you.

  Some people said politely that it caused them trouble.

  But no one returned it.

  For these casual cultivators, these free spirit stones can also be regarded as a windfall.

  After they all left, Jasmine held the last bag of spirit stones in her hand and stood beside the desperate, painful, and abolished disciple.

  She didn’t know what to say.

   But still squatted down and stuffed the bag of spirit stones he dug into the hands of the disciple.

   "I didn't expect this to happen either. Yes, I'm sorry."

   Jasmine pursed her mouth, said something in a low voice, and then followed Su and the others as if she fled, and left the mine. The disciple was lying on the ground, lying in the dust, with pain in her eyes.

  He looked at the bag of spirit stones in his hand and smiled bitterly.

  "Zhu Baifeng, you are fine, nothing else. It should have been so long ago"

He panted, and finally couldn't bear the pain, closed his eyes, and fainted. After half an hour, he was found by the miners who went to the mine, so he lifted the man up and sent it back. In Fengshan Street.

  There are doctors there. Although they are not superb, they can still do it by prescribing some medicine.

  As for this young man, Fengshan is now very short of miners.

  He has no worries about finding a living.

  (End of this chapter)