From the fake emperor to the concubine

The two women chatted with each other happily.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi left first.

In the evening, Zheng Yi put down his bowl and chopsticks and said calmly: "I will go out for training for half a year. After half a year, I will start to break through to the foundation-building stage."

Wang Manman naturally would not have any objection, and Liu Ruyan would not object either.

Seeing Wang Manman hesitate to speak, Zheng Yi looked at her firmly and said, "I can travel alone this time.

The many industries left by our ancestors will be fine.

I will just look around a few places around this market town, I won't run into any danger."

Zheng Yi emphasized it.

Wang Manman knew that her husband had made up his mind, so she just gave him a few instructions.

Then he looked at Liu Ruyan and said, "Then I'm sorry to trouble Sister Ruyan."

"I will be back in half a year."

Zheng Yi said again.

On the second day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale.

Zheng Yi turned into a stream of light and left Tiannan Market.

At the same time, in the center of Tiannanfang City,
In the residence of Tianxing Courtyard, a disciple of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, an uninvited guest's voice suddenly sounded coldly: "Junior sister, I haven't seen you for many days, but I miss you very much."

A man with a charming face and seductive eyes like a fox fell from the sky.

He ignored the formations around him and took a step forward.

So he forced his way in.

As for the other people in the Tianxing Courtyard, including several confidants who had been following the true disciple Tianxing Xiaoyue, they did not have the strength to resist when they saw this man.

They were all subdued in an instant.

……

"My good junior sister?

Where is she?"

The senior brother stepped into the back house and cast a sinister look at the servants nearby.

He waved his right hand forward.

In an instant, a cold wind blew, and these girls were blown up one by one, and smashed against the nearby walls one by one.

"Sir, the young lady has left Tiannan Market to look for the spiritual objects that the elders need. She will not be back for the time being."

The only personal maid took great effort to speak.

"Is that right?"

The senior brother sat upright on the armchair, looking thoughtful.

He glanced at the people around him, a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "If that's the case, then Junior Sister and I really don't have much fate."

As he spoke, the brother reached forward with his right hand again.

"Boom boom boom boom", all the servants in front of him, except the one who just spoke.

In the remaining moments, flesh and blood flew everywhere and exploded into a ball of blood mist.

"He doesn't even have the ability to answer my questions. It's useless to keep someone like him around me. He's just trash.

Lanlan, you won't blame me as an adult, right?"

The senior brother looked down at Lan Lan.

Lan Lan forced a smile and said with a pleasing look, "How dare I?"

"Hahahahaha..."

The senior brother laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the backyard for a long time. "When junior sister comes back, remember to send me a message, otherwise, you will be the next one to die."

Amidst wild laughter, the figure of the senior brother turned into a green light and quickly disappeared.

……

Above the forest of Shiwandashan, a ray of white light rushed forward like a meteor.

Suddenly, the figure stopped in mid-air.

Shen Yumo's expression changed slightly and his brows furrowed.

"Finally, they caught up with me."

Shen Yumo's face trembled slightly when he heard the news that the formation of Tianxing Courtyard was destroyed. "I hope he can still keep some reason. If he dares to touch Lan Lan, I will fight him to the death."

Shen Yumo muttered to himself, his eyes clear as he looked into the depths of the forest, "The spiritual object of heaven and earth is there. If I get it and have the protection of my master, I don't believe that my brother will dare to attack me."

The voice just fell.

The green wings behind Shen Yumo fluttered slightly.

The next moment, it flew forward again like an arrow.

……

At the same time, on the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Qingshan Town is a small town bordering Tiannanfang City.

Although this town is located in a remote area, close to the Shiwan Mountains, there are more than a dozen winding roads leading to it.

Even though everyone knows this place.

However, due to the lack of resources, it is like a barely secluded paradise.

Zheng Yi came to the entrance of Qingshan Town alone and looked around.

There were merchants and travelers coming and going, crowds of people, and a constant stream of traffic, making it extremely lively.

Although there are not many people practicing here, most of them are ordinary people, but one can still feel a strong aura.

A horse-drawn carriage came galloping from the official road in the distance and stopped suddenly in front of the tea stall, kicking up clouds of dust.

Zheng Yi glanced at the burly men in the tea stall who looked like they were not easy to mess with.

Although each of them had a look of resentment on their faces, they suppressed their anger and lowered their heads.

From this, it can be seen that the person who was driving just now must be an extraordinary person.

After the carriage gradually faded away and a long time passed in the tea stall, someone could not help but curse in a low voice: "The third son of the Song family is getting more and more outrageous!"

"Who said it wasn't true? If it weren't for the fact that his uncle Song is a cultivator, we, who have been struggling in the martial arts world and making a living with our heads hanging on the belts, would never allow him to run rampant like this!"

"That's enough! If these words get out, our heads will be gone!"

True.

In this secular world, practitioners are like an unshakable mountain to most mortals.

Only practitioners can fight against practitioners, and there may be practitioners in Qingshan Town, but they obviously have no connection with these big men.

"Third Master Song?"

Zheng Yi sat in a corner of the tea stall, holding a bowl of the cheapest tea in his hand. A small pot cost only three cents.

Zheng Yi's mouth corners slightly raised.

He found the right target.

In Qingshan Town, it would be too time-consuming and laborious to travel alone without a capable guide.

The coachman hurriedly calmed the hot-tempered Gale Horse and hurried forward a few steps at a leisurely pace. Under the strong whipping of the whip, the horse with a violent temper became as docile as a kitten.

The groom's veins were slightly revealed, showing that he was exerting considerable strength. In the martial arts world, even if he was not a congenital master, he must be a top-notch master.

After doing all this, the groom breathed a sigh of relief.

He bowed his head respectfully, like a stool, and said, "Welcome the Third Master to the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was lifted.

A round and chubby face was revealed, and it was none other than Song Xian, the third son of the Song family.

Song Xian snored and his snot bubbles burst.

He picked up the silk and wiped it.

He was the only one in the carriage. Outside the Song Mansion, he learned that the Third Young Master Song, or Mr. Song Sanye as the coachman called him, had returned.

The group of beautiful girls in his backyard could not wait to greet him.

I saw the third son of Song get off the carriage.

These women rushed forward, smiling, and said in unison, "The Third Master is finally back home!"

"During the time when Third Master was in Tiannan Market, everyone in the family missed you very much!"

"Third Master, we sisters are reluctant to leave you!"

The third son of the Song family showed disdain on his face and waved his fat hand slightly.

He threw all the women around him aside, his eyes were cold and ruthless, "What do you ordinary people know! I went to Tiannan Market to buy spiritual root repair items.

My spiritual root, Third Master, is not even as good as the lower-grade spiritual roots. It is just a mixed spiritual root.

If one could obtain something to repair spiritual roots, one could advance from miscellaneous spiritual roots to lower-grade spiritual roots. In this way, one could break through to the third level of Qi Refining.

Only in this way can I have a foothold in this mansion.

Otherwise, in Qingshan Town.

I don't know how many people dislike me, your Third Master, and want to get rid of me as soon as possible!"

After the Third Master Song finished speaking in one breath, he swaggered into the mansion with his chubby figure, came to the rockery courtyard, and met the three guests who stayed there.

These three guests are from the Song Mansion and are also his eldest brother - the only cultivator currently in the Song Mansion, a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, who was specially invited back from Tiannan Market.

In Tiannanfang City.

They are just small people at the bottom of society who are busy running around for a few spirit stones, but when they come to a secular place like Qingshan Town, they become nobles.

Generally speaking, practitioners like them have limited talents. After realizing that their practice is hopeless, they can only return to the secular world and continue the family tradition.

In addition, he had practiced in Tiannan Market for several years.

They also accumulated a lot of savings and spirit stones, and they will be able to become rich men when they return.

Relying on his own spiritual power and the magical skills he has cultivated, he can not only protect himself, but also intimidate the villains around him.

The three guests came in front of Mr. Song San. At this moment, Mr. Song San had long lost his previous arrogance, and he forced a fawning smile on his chubby face.

“Dear guests, if you have anything to repair spiritual roots, could you give it to me?
The things I need to repair my mixed spiritual roots won’t cost many spiritual stones, I can exchange them for gold and silver.”

Mr. Song Sanye continued.

The three people in front of him looked at each other, motionless, as if they were controlled by some force.

Mr. Song San didn't notice anything unusual.

But when he saw the three of them winking at him, he remained as stiff as a wooden stake.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be that the enemy has come to visit?"

Although Mr. Song San thought so in his heart.

His face remained calm, and he continued to pretend that nothing had happened. He sighed and said, "Well, since the three of you don't have anything to repair your spiritual roots, then let's just forget about it."

Having said that, Mr. Song turned around.

Although he looks chubby, he moves very agilely and quite fast.

however.

No matter how fast he is, how can he be faster than others?
Haven't rushed to the door yet.

With a "click" sound, a gust of evil wind blew past, and the doors closed tightly.

No matter how hard Mr. Song San hit it, it couldn't be moved at all.

"Master San is quite clever.

It turns out that the third son of the famous Song Mansion is not as stupid and dull as outsiders say. "

A playful voice came from the other side of the rockery courtyard.

A man in light clothes and holding a green bamboo walked out from the flowers behind the three guests and kept looking at Mr. Song San.

It seems like he is joking or playing something.

"Third Master, do you want to cooperate with me?
The spiritual root repair thing you want may be a piece of cake for me."

As Zheng Yi spoke, he gently put down the green bamboo in his hand.

Although this green bamboo is of top quality, it is still just an ordinary thing. However, if it can be planted in Piaomiao Mountain, in time, it may become the lowest quality spiritual bamboo.

Although it is of low quality, it is extremely rare among spiritual objects.

Moreover, it seems to have some mutated qualities, so I can collect it and give it to Zhang Qingmiao and Wang Xing when I go back. I will let them cultivate it carefully, which can be regarded as my token of my appreciation for the trip.

Zheng Yi said this.

Mr. Song San didn't have time to respond.

The three guests in front of him were as if they had been pardoned. They realized that the spiritual power restraints on their bodies had been untied, and they rushed to Song Xian at the speed of wind, persuading him in unison: "Third Master, why are you still hesitating? Hurry up and accept the request of the senior!"

"Don't you know how strong this senior is?"

"Let alone the three of us attacking together, even if the eldest master of the mansion came back, he would have no choice but to flee in front of this senior."

Hearing what the three guests said, Song Xian's small green bean-like eyes suddenly lit up, his legs softened, and he naturally knelt down towards Zheng Yi.

He stretched out his hands forward and was about to prostrate himself.

"Master, please accept your disciple Song Xian's greetings!

He saluted Zheng Yi solemnly.

Zheng Yi's figure flashed and he dodged easily. He raised the green bamboo in his hand slightly towards Song Xian's head. With the rolling of spiritual energy, the next moment, Song Xian stood up again.

“I have no interest in taking you as my apprentice.

However, if you can do me a favor, I can transform your mixed spiritual roots into low spiritual roots.

Spiritual root repair things for me.

It's just a small matter.

I have just arrived in Qingshan Town and need a guide who is familiar with the edge of the Shiwanda Mountains.

Although you, Mr. Song, may act a little recklessly, you still meet my requirements.

Are you willing? "

Zheng Yi sat upright on a stone bench beside him, looking at Song Xian in front of him.

Song Xian nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice.

"I am willing, of course I am very willing! Whatever the master asks me to do, I will never say no."

Zheng Yi shook his head.

Ignoring the other party's address, "Prepare a secluded yard for me first."

As soon as Zheng Yi finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and the storage bag hanging on his waist flashed with white light. He turned his palm over, and a bottle of elixir for the middle stage of Qi Refining appeared.

As a repair item for upgrading mixed spiritual roots to lower-grade spiritual roots, this is sufficient.

He flicked the jade bottle lightly, and it flew towards Song Xian like flying.

"This is the Soul-Enriching Pill for you, the middle stage of Qi Refining."

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master!"

Song Xian was overjoyed. After taking the jade bottle, he left the rockery courtyard.

Together with the three guests beside him, he hurriedly instructed the servants of the Song Mansion to arrange everything according to Zheng Yi's requirements at the fastest speed in his life.

I watched Zheng Yi walk into the side yard.

The door was closed tightly.

Song Xian swallowed, turned around and looked at the three guests in front of him.

He didn't dare to say anything. He carefully opened the jade bottle and asked nervously, "Is there any poison in it?"

"hehe."

One of the guests sneered and said, "The senior just now was at least at the late stage of Qi Refining.

If such a person wants to kill someone, you, Third Young Master, may not be able to resist even a breath. " (End of this chapter)