Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 251 Reaction
Cliff Peak.

A thatched cottage is above the clouds.

The person living in the hut is the real owner of Moyafang City - Moya Sanren.

Moya Sanren became famous hundreds of years ago. He likes to wear white shirts. He looks about [-] years old. He is a handsome uncle with elegant and mature temperament.

His eyes are bright, as if always revealing hope. His usual hobby is very simple, which is sculpture. He often stays on the top of the mountain and spends days without sleep.

At this moment, he was carving a stone statue, using his finger as a knife, and with a light swipe on the stone, it was easier than the sharpest soldier in the world to cut through a layer of stone skin.

The stone statue gradually began to take shape, it was a woman, her appearance was not outstanding, she could only be regarded as pretty and pleasant.

But Lu Shan knew that this was the most important person of Master, and it was also the portrait that Master could never finish carving.

She didn't disturb Master, she stood aside and waited quietly.

Two hours later.

Only the last pair of eyes of the stone statue have not been carved.

Moya Sanren gently caressed the face of the stone statue, and then sighed, the whole stone statue collapsed into a puddle of off-white lime powder as if it had experienced thousands of years of wind and rain in an instant.

"What's the matter?"

The loose man on the cliff flicked his sleeves, and the lime on the ground drifted away with the wind like a deep mountain.

Lu Shan replied: "Master, a fellow named Blood Seaman came near Fangshi recently, it is said that he is the junior brother of the blood demon patriarch, and he is also a Yuanying Zhenjun.

Now that we are recruiting soldiers and buying horses, we have brought out a lot of good things, saying that we are going to have a showdown with the blood demon ancestor, and many people in our city have run away. "

The Cliff Sanren nodded slightly.

"I see."

Then there is no more text.

Lu Shan saw it in her eyes, felt anxious in her heart, and finally couldn't help saying:
"Master, people in the market are fluctuating now, and they all want to go to the two true masters of the demonic way to work for a share of the pie.

If you don't care about it, the market will become less and less deserted. "

She is an orphan, and she has been hanging out on the streets since she can remember, and no one taught her how to practice, so she can be said to be the lowest level person.

Until one day he bumped into Master on the street.

She hit it on purpose.

She really couldn't stand the days of being in fear every day, so she wanted to find a good person to sell herself.

She washed her face deliberately and found her target.

When she bumped into Master, she raised her head, revealing that skinny face, trying hard to squeeze out a carefully ingratiating smile, and then heard the warmest words in the world.

The master said that her eyes were very beautiful, like an old friend of his, and then took her to a street stall to have a full meal.

She knew that she had met a kind-hearted person, so she didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and followed her master tightly, thinking about beating and scolding without letting go.

In the end, the master didn't say anything, just casually took her up the mountain, just like picking up unwanted puppies and cats.

She grew up in the mountains ignorantly, and occasionally the master would teach her something, and most of the time she would give her some books and jade slips for her to learn by herself.

She practiced all the way in a daze, until after the foundation was established, a group of people appeared and called her young master.

Only then did she know that her master was actually the owner of Moyafang City, that extremely mysterious Moya Sanren.

Now she is nearly two hundred years old, and she is already a monk in the late stage of Golden Core, but she is still a long way from the Nascent Soul Realm.

And her master doesn't care about things, and she has been in charge of most of the affairs in the market these years.

Although in fact she did not do very well.

Fangshi can stand upright, nine successes are due to the cliff spirit mine, which can continuously provide Fangshi with sufficient spirit stones.

But she has long regarded Fangshi as her home, and now someone steals her home, how can she not be in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the Cliff of the Cliff just asked a question when he saw this.

"Did they violate the rules of the market?"

Lu Shan froze for a moment, shook her head and said, "That's not true."

Moya Sanren said indifferently: "In this case, let them fight. But as long as the people who escaped to Fangshi are willing to make an oath to write off the past, they will not be allowed to cause trouble again.

Other than that, it's business as usual. "

Lu Shan held her breath in her heart, and it took a long while before she answered lazily:
"Good master."

When she was young, there was no shortage of conspiracy theories.

I feel that Master's move is extremely clever. After the rules are established, those monks who fled to Fangshi have no other way out except to serve Master.

In the long run, what a huge force Master will have under his hands.

In the future, if you start a sect and establish a sect, you will naturally follow like a cloud.

Until later, she watched helplessly that the monks who had sworn to break their oaths left the market, but they did not receive any punishment other than the oath backlash.

Only then did she know that the master didn't care whether the market was growing or not, and he didn't care whether the monks who took refuge under his name would betray their trust.

All he cared about was his rule from beginning to end.

She once asked her master why she cared so much about this rule, but the master didn't answer, but just looked her in the eyes for a while, and said, "You don't understand."

So she never asked again.

"Master, disciple... I bid farewell."

Lu Shan wanted to say something to Master, but seeing his calm eyes, she felt that saying anything was superfluous.

Master already understood her intentions.

She turned away.

Just two steps away, I heard Master's calm words.

"Cultivate well, don't be disturbed by other matters, I have ordered an infant transformation pill for your auction at the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce this time. You can go and get it at the next auction."

Lu Shan paused, and couldn't help showing a big smile on her face.

"Master, I will definitely not let you down."

Moya Sanren's eyes turned to the clouds, and he stopped talking, but a pair of clear eyes and a blurry face appeared in his mind.

"Wanrong, there are still 190 years left, which is enough for 500 years."

"Time will tell who is right and who is wrong."

……

Mingyue Tiancheng.

Mingyue Mountain, this is the core place of spiritual veins in Tiancheng, which is enough for several Yuanying Zhenjun to practice together, so there is no need to worry about the lack of spiritual energy hindering the practice.

And this is also where Zhenjun Jiuyue's practice cave is located.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Yu Xian had a kind of calmness as if the mountain collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

Not long after, he met the ruler of this area, the vassals of Xuanyang Realm, the master of Mingyue Tiancheng—Jiuyue Zhenjun.

When he first entered the Xuanyang Realm, he had a general understanding of the many ecology of the Xuanyang Realm from top to bottom.

Xuanyangzong is high above and the biggest ruler. Most of the low-level monks work hard in farming, mining and paying taxes, and they support this uncle.

Then there are the eight heavenly cities under Xuanyangzong's command.

Mingyue Tiancheng is one of them, which belongs to the local faction, that is to say, Jiuyue Zhenjun was cultivated by Xuanyang Sect. Yang Zhenchuan.

As long as there is the native faction, there is also the dependency faction.

As I said before, nearly half of the city lords of the Eight Great Heavenly Cities are not from the Xuanyang Sect. These true monarchs are all tyrannical monks recruited by the Xuanyang Sect.

They formed a line of their own, and the position of the master of Tiancheng was passed down internally.

Unless it is really out of reach and cannot even cultivate a Nascent Soul True Monarch, the Xuanyang Sect will not easily interfere with the position of the city lord.

Yu Xian's previous goal was to become this kind of city lord.

But now that he has seen the power of the broad masses of the people, he feels that the goal can be set higher.

For example, lead the monks in the entire Xuanyang Realm to realize the Great Harmony Program.

Closer to home, the reason why Yu Xian came to see Zhenjun Jiuyue was because of the reputation of the two Nascent Soul bosses, the Blood Seaman and the Blood Demon Patriarch, that even Zhenjun Jiuyue was alarmed.

After all, they were two Nascent Soul monks with their own spotlights.

As the ruler of one party, Jiuyue Zhenjun, people are fighting right under their noses, and she doesn't care about it, which is a bit too dereliction of duty.

So Zhan Hong, the direct person in charge, was called by Zhenjun Jiuyue to ask about the situation.

Yu Xian wasn't surprised by this, but he didn't expect to be summoned by Zhenjun Jiuyue in person.

"Although I'm very confident in Deceiving Heaven, it's not necessarily good if I don't see him. Who knows if this Zhanhong had a personal relationship with Zhenjun Jiuyue before.

It's so annoying, I really want to search his soul. "

But on the bright side, Yu Xian was calm and calm. When Zhenjun Jiuyue's pretty maid opened the restraint, she smiled decently at him.

"Zhan Zhenzhen, Zhenjun said that you just give the information to me."

Yu Xian was taken aback.

"Don't you really see me?"

The maid covered her mouth and smiled: "Zhan Zhenren was joking, Zhenjun likes to be quiet, and never sees outsiders."

Seeing Yu Xian's distraught look, the maid stretched out her white and tender palm.

"Zhan Zhenren, don't think that the real king is targeting you. The last time a real king in the sect passed by, he just chatted with my real king from the air.

Zhenjun Zhenrong is not so easy to see, you can give me the things. "

Yu Xian concealed a smile, and presented a jade slip and a small pink storage bag.

"Excuse me, girl."

The maid thought he was unhappy because he was neglected, but on the contrary, he almost laughed out loud with joy.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't evade it, why would he ever want to see Zhenjun Jiuyue.

Even if the legendary Jiuyue Zhenjun is peerless and beautiful, so what, if he is not given to sleep, no matter how beautiful he is, it will be useless.

Seeing the pink storage bag, the maid stared slightly with her beautiful eyes.

"Zhan Zhenzhen, what do you mean?"

Yu Xian showed a flattering smile.

"The girl is working hard up and down, Zhan is a little careful, don't tire the girl. If the girl doesn't like it, just throw it away."

His main task now is to delay time.

This kind of close servant next to a big man may not be successful in doing things, but the chances of doing bad things can be greatly increased.

But when you think about it, it's really fucked up, he is a dignified quasi-zhenjun, and his two No. [-] Nascent Soul fighters have to get close to a little girl.

It's detrimental to the elegance.

"Don't do this next time. You wait here first. If Zhenjun has something to tell you, don't miss someone."

The maid put away the storage bag with a smile, and flew back to the mountain happily holding the jade slip.

After all, there are tens of thousands of spirit stones in it, the main one is practical, and you can buy what you like.

After the maid left, Yu Xian really stood upright and waited.

On Mingyue Mountain.

Zhenjun Jiuyue wore a pink and white fairy dress with wide sleeves, really like a goddess of the moon palace, sacred and inviolable, making people dare not feel profane.

She was tending a tea tree that was only two meters high, it was the Moon Dew tea tree she had won from Jinpeng Yaohuang.

This tea tree has extraordinary effects, especially for her cultivation method. To her, it is like a treasure that continuously produces fourth-level elixir, and there is no erysipelas yet.

She specially spent a lot of money from Xuanyangzong to exchange for a bottle of ten thousand years of spiritual marrow to cultivate this tree, plus the most core spiritual land of the fourth-order spiritual vein.

Now the tea tree can produce two tea leaves a year.

With the help of this tree, there is hope for her to break through the late Nascent Soul.

Jinpeng Yaohuang only knew that the spiritual tea tree was good for her, but still far underestimated its effect.

The maid fell to the ground a long way away, then stepped on in small steps and walked quickly.

"Miss, this is the information compiled by Master Zhan Hongzhan of the Demon Killing Squad."

In private, Zhenjun Jiuyue doesn't like people around her calling her Zhenjun or City Lord, which makes her feel too old-fashioned.

Zhenjun Jiuyue took it casually, and after a sweep of his consciousness, he sorted out the information.

"Two foreign demon lords recruited the demon cultivators in Moyafang City, but they cleared up the demon cultivators in the territory. Is there something wrong with their brains?"

"As for the Moya Sanren who didn't move, I'm not surprised. He is a lunatic, a lunatic who is obsessed with obsession."

Recalling that 300 years ago, she had just worked in Mingyuetiancheng for decades.

The Moya Sanren suddenly appeared, set up a Moyafang market under her nose, and established the ridiculous rules.

Naturally, she couldn't tolerate it, so she knocked on the door on the spot.

In the end, after some fighting, she was completely defeated.

You must know that she was already a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul 300 years ago, otherwise she would not be enough to hold the position of Lord of Tiancheng.

As a result, she used all her means, and the Cliff of the Cliff took over with ease, even without his specific strength.

If it weren't for the background of Xuanyangzong, I'm afraid he would be suppressed by him on the spot.

She was naturally dissatisfied afterwards.

She was not born as an undisciplined person, but a real Xuanyang true biography, never had she suffered such humiliation.

So she invited the Great Elder of the Zongmen, but the Great Elder came to have a talk with Moya Sanren, and he actually let her recognize him.

She speculated that Moya Sanren might already be a great monk in the late Yuanying period, and only this level of strength could make the sect tolerate his irregularities.

Fortunately, Moya Sanren can't easily leave Moyafang City, and he has been adhering to his outrageous rules for so many years, so she just turned a blind eye.

Zhenjun Jiuyue scanned all the information in the jade slip.

"It seems that he has worked hard and has not neglected his duties."

"The proposal of sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight is not bad. With his strength, he really can't get in. Since there is no big trouble, let's wait and let it go."

"There was a message from the sect, and the ghost veins of the extreme yin gave birth to a vision, and it might not take long for a great ghost emperor to be born.

I shouldn't be injured at this time, otherwise when the Zongmen recruits, it will make people laugh when I fall due to the Great Ghost Emperor. "

Thinking about it, her consciousness suddenly swept down the mountain, and she saw the young monk standing upright with a very upright attitude.

"I remember that this kid came from Kui Mufeng's lineage.

It's a pity that Zhenjun Wuliu's disciple broke through the Nascent Soul realm this time, so Zhenjun Kuimu failed to compete with Zhenjun Wuliu for the position of the Lord of the Law Enforcement Hall, and suffered a big loss. The marriage with Qunxingfeng is even more silent. Then take this disciple into consideration. "

Zhenjun Jiuyue's thoughts turned, and his spiritual consciousness wrote a word in the jade slips to attract a maid.

"Send it."

"Yes, ma'am."

The maid took it respectfully.

……

Yu Xian took the jade slip, and when he swept in with his spiritual sense, he felt an extremely domineering force, which was just a word that could be used.

Zhenjun Jiuyue is a real Nascent Soul mid-stage monk, and he has been immersed in this realm for many years, which is by no means comparable to him, a guy who only barely breaks through the Nascent Soul level with his spiritual consciousness.

Even the people from the blood sea and the ancestor of the blood demon may not be enough for her alone.

He kept his composure and thanked the maid again. By the way, he learned the maid's name, which made the maid's eyes roll and she chuckled again and again.

Although a real king's close servant like her has a high status, the mountain is cold and there are not many opportunities to contact male cultivators.

Not to mention that Zhan Hong's image is also considered outstanding, he comes from a famous family, and has a high level of cultivation, so he is really a good man.

It's a pity that Yu Xian is not interested in eating the grass beside Zhenjun's nest, but eating Zhenjun is still worth seeing.

After receiving Zhenjun Jiuyue's reply, he seemed to have let go of a big rock, and even walked back a little more briskly.

Now just waiting for a breakthrough.

(End of this chapter)