Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 133 The Meaning of Cultivation

The summer is so hot that even the wind becomes dry and hot, the cicadas on the roadside scream shrilly, and the grass on the roadside droops its head.

On the Chidao from Zhaojiafang City to Shangyang City.

A medium-sized caravan walked unhurriedly. It seemed that because of the weather, everyone was unwilling to talk, so the team was very quiet.

The road conditions along the road were not very good. From time to time, monks who were good at earth attribute spiritual arts came out of the caravan and used spiritual arts to pave the way.

The originally bumpy road quickly became smooth and spacious as the caravan passed by.

In the center of the caravan was a luxurious carriage pulled by five black dragon horses.

The black dragon colt is a heterogeneous horse. It is more than two meters tall. It is covered with black scales and has a tiny single horn.

It is said that the black dragon horse has a weak bloodline of the black dragon. If this bloodline can be activated, it can become the king of the black dragon horse, and has a chance to become a second-order monster.

The carriage compartment has nearly twenty square meters.

The whole is made of high-quality jujube mahogany, and the outer frame is carved with fine patterns.There are a string of purple wind chimes hanging on the left and right in front of the car, and they make nice sounds as the car vibrates.

inside the car.

The temperature is suitable, and there is a trace of coldness in the air, which is in sharp contrast with the outside world.

A handsome young man was half leaning on a soft bed, reading an ancient book in his hand.

Behind him was a beautiful young woman kneeling, letting his head rest in her arms, her slender fingers gently pressing her shoulders for him.

There was also a girl with a pure and beautiful temperament holding his calf, beating it gently with her small hands.

The whole has the posture of a dandy.

Sitting on one side is another gentle and beautiful girl, who is no stranger to the absurdity of youth.

She held the big white cat in her arms, which had always looked quite expensive, and looked through the car window, looking at the scenery on both sides of the road with great interest.

They were Yu Xian and his group who planned to go to the Shangyang City Auction to pick up the leaks.

This time, Yu Xian did not fly directly there, but chose to go with the Zhao family caravan.

He has been in Zhao's house for too long.

I have been running on both sides of Zhaojiagou and Fangshi.

Although I am interested in the scenery outside, I have never had time to see it because I am too lazy.

So taking advantage of this opportunity, it happened to be a slow time travel.

So he asked the Zhao family to build this luxurious and soft horse-drawn carriage for him, and he also brought the young woman in charge and her apprentice to accompany him.

After living in wealth for a long time, he didn't intend to suffer a little bit, otherwise his practice would not be in vain.

Just now.

Yulan, who was stroking the cat, saw the monk building the road, so she couldn't help asking Yuxian curiously:
"Sir, why do they still have to build roads by themselves?"

In her eyes, Xianggong has always been omnipotent and omniscient.

Yu Xian enjoys Yulan's admiring and longing eyes very much.

But he really didn't know about it.

So he coughed lightly and said, "This matter is a bit complicated, I'd better let a professional person explain it to you."

He gently tugged on a thin wire inside the car.

Then, a copper bell outside the car made a crisp sound.

Soon.

A Zhao family monk riding a black dragon horse ran from the front of the convoy.

"Master Keqing, my subordinate Zhao Wanlin, are you waiting for orders?"

Now Zhaojiafang City is in full swing, and the local monks' demand for higher-end commercial products is increasing day by day.

So the Zhao family caravan, which had no sense of existence at first, took the opportunity to grow, and provided the Zhao family with more than a dozen monk positions.

This Zhao Wanlin is one of them.

He was originally a collateral branch of the Zhao family, and he supported himself in his practice with the help of a portion of the spiritual land allocated to his family by the clan.

Later, Zhaojiafang City reopened and recruited troops.

While everyone was waiting and watching, he had a brainstorm and was the first to join in.

It turns out that he made the right choice.

After nearly ten years of hard work, his cultivation has broken through the late stage of Qi training, and now he is the deputy leader of the Zhao family caravan, and he has also become the confidant of Chief Manager Zhao.

Well, Chief Manager Zhao is Zhao Shiwen, and she didn't follow this time.

Yu Xian lazily said: "I'm here to ask you, who built this road, why do you have to repair it while walking?"

Zhao Wanlin thought for a while and replied: "This should be a convention.

That is to say, this Chidao did not exist in the first place.

Later, various caravans appeared, and there was a need for communication, so they slowly walked out of a road.

It's just that due to various reasons, this road will often be damaged, so we will repair it when we encounter it, and it won't take much effort anyway.

It is convenient not only for yourself, but also for others.

And the road is also a guide. If you fly in the air and see the roads, you will know where the people are. "

"So that's how it is, well, let's back down."

Yu Xian nodded, remembering that when he and Yulan returned to the world of cultivating immortals and went to Yangcheng, the road on the ground did save him the trouble of identifying the direction.

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

Zhao Wanlin was very sensible, even if Master Ke Qing asked him to come up just to ask an unimportant question, there was no sign of impatience on his face.

The caravan continued to advance calmly.

The straight-line distance between Shangyang City and Zhaojiafang City is nearly [-] miles, but that is the flying distance in the sky.

If you travel on the ground, you have to walk nearly a thousand miles in seven detours and eight detours. The caravan can travel seventy to eighty miles a day, and it takes about a month to go back and forth.

Dusk is approaching.

The wind from afar dissipated the heat and made it a bit cooler.

The caravan passed by a small village and stopped there.

Such a small village is generally built on a non-advanced spiritual vein, with a small Qi training family, about three to five Qi training monks as the ruling class, forming a group of immortal cultivators, supplemented by mortals, about hundreds of people of small groups.

The former Zhao family was such a small group.

Such a small group is very unstable, maybe a slightly stronger monster can wipe them out.

Or passing by a high-level immortal cultivator, just in a bad mood, can kill them all, and no one even cares.

But they are like weeds, and the wild fire can't burn them all.

The aftermath of the beast tide has not subsided for a long time, and such small villages gradually increased.

As long as the spirit pulse is still there, people will always gather.

After all, there will never be fewer people like Yu Xian who want to lie flat.

They don't want to go to the mortal world, but want to be the boss themselves, so they occupy a non-advanced spiritual vein that no one wants, call a few or five friends, and bring dozens of mortals.

After more than ten or twenty years of development, a small village can be formed and become a tyrant.

This has to thank the world of cultivating immortals for its rich products.

Although advanced spiritual objects are hard to find, it is not too easy to fill your stomach. Almost all the land can be harvested and ripened by sowing seeds, and there is no need to bother to cultivate.

The people in the village seemed to have waited for a while, but when they saw the caravan approaching, they did not approach immediately.

I saw two trucks in the caravan walking out of the team.

The truck has a cargo compartment similar to a container. When the monk driving the car presses the switch, a variety of goods will be revealed inside.

Magic talisman, panacea, potion, talisman, and one or two magic weapons.

The grade of these things is not high, but the price is several percent higher than that in the market.

But for these villages where there are few professionals, it is a rare good thing.

Seeing that the people in the caravan were ready, the people from the village rushed forward.

These monks from villages don't have any spiritual stones in their hands, they mostly barter, and the prices are unavoidably lowered. Once they come and go, it is the profit earned by the caravan.

Almost such a small village can earn a few Lingshi.

And along the way, you have to pass through dozens of small villages at least, and you can earn hundreds of spirit stones, which is better than nothing.

The rest of the caravan was preparing food. There were not only monks in the team, but also many low-level monks and mortal warriors.

They all need to eat.

……

Yu Xian and the others also got out of the carriage.

The people of the caravan have set up tents for them and prepared a bonfire for the night.

And because of leisure, the caravan specially brought a cook with extraordinary skills, so there was also a table of delicacies prepared along with it.

Each dish was served piping hot and clearly freshly prepared.

But Yu Xian and Yulan didn't eat much after just a few sips, but the head of the young woman and Yue'er had a good appetite.

After all, the rice is spiritual rice, the meat is the meat of a second-order monster, and even the soup is a medicinal diet made of elixir.

The material for this table alone requires more than a dozen spirit stones.

"Really delicious."

Yue'er felt that every bite of meat she ate seemed to explode in her stomach, and her whole body felt warm.

She felt that she hadn't really cultivated seriously just by traveling with her senior these few days, but her cultivation base was gradually increasing, and she felt that it would be no problem for her to break through a small level or two if she played with her for a while.

Maybe she can see the shadow of the late stage of Qi training before the age of 20.

At that time, maybe she can also try to break through the foundation establishment realm.

"The soup is also delicious and delicious."

Seeing that Yue'er liked it, Yulan gave her another bowl of soup.

Yue'er was taken aback for a moment, then quickly took it and thanked her: "Thank you, Sister Yulan."

"Eat as much as you like."

Yulan smiled lightly.

She has always been very magnanimous towards these women around Xianggong.

Because she knew that these women were all passers-by by Xianggong's side. In the past 20 years, she was the only one who could always be by Xianggong's side.

A group of people are full of wine and food.

Yulan suddenly found that today's husband is very quiet.

She looked sideways, and saw that Mr. Xiang was looking at the monks in the village who were still bargaining with the caravan for a few taels of spiritual sand.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Xian said: "I was thinking, the whole village worked hard for a month to earn so little spirit stones, and they had to be stripped of one layer by the caravan.

How desperate would they be if they knew that the price of this table meal was more than what all of them earned in a month? "

"I, I don't know."

Yulan was a little overwhelmed, she had never considered these issues.

"You don't need to know." Yu Xian rubbed Yulan's head and said with a smile, "Because this is the meaning of my practice."

(End of this chapter)