Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 80 True Spirit Bloodline

Just as Yan Hui came to rest, another monk in Taoist robes with a dark face walked in from outside the door.

For some reason, the black-faced monk sat down, and the chopsticks in his hand were snapped into two pieces.

It caused everyone to look sideways for a while, and there was a bit of displeasure between their brows.

But he didn't care too much, he still looked down, and stared at the table bitterly.

At this moment, a person sat across from him and said with a smile:
"What's wrong? What worries this fellow Taoist?"

The black-faced monk looked up and saw a young man in brocade clothes sitting in front of him, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He still has a childish look on his face, and a black sword with a sheath hangs from his waist.

And behind him stood a middle-aged man who looked like a butler, with a thin body and a goatee. The two of them were looking at themselves with smiles on their faces.

"I don't know if the two fellow daoists have any advice for you?"

The black-faced monk didn't get up, but just slightly arched his hands.

Without waiting for the young man in brocade clothes to answer, the man who looked like a butler said at this moment:

"I don't dare to advise, let me introduce, this is my son Xue Yuan, and my humble Zhang Zhi is the steward who came out with the son."

Hearing Xue Yuan's name, the black-faced cultivator was stunned, his eyes swept over to the young man, and the dozens of portraits he had studied repeatedly before dispatching emerged in his mind.

One of them is this person - Xue Lie's son.

It is indisputable that this black-faced monk is naturally Xue Leng who came here in disguise.

After thinking for a while, Xue Leng immediately stood up:
"It turned out to be the young master of the Xue family in North Autumn Valley. He is indeed a talented person. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The three exchanged pleasantries for a while, Xue Lenghan asked with a smile:

"I don't know the two nobles, what do you want to tell me about Han Ming?"

He and the housekeeper glanced at each other, then Xue Yuan asked:

"I heard that Brother Han has brought a lot of talismans and wants to sell them in the city?"

Xue Leng let out a long sigh, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and said helplessly:
"Most of the people here want to do business, but the Tianfu Pavilion is so bullying that it prohibits casual cultivators from selling talismans privately. I am very worried now."

Xue Yuan smiled when he heard the word "Tianfu Pavilion", and continued:

"That's right, if Brother Han stays here for one more day, I'm afraid the loss will be one point more..."

"That's right! If you stay a day longer, your trip will be delayed by a day, and the price of talismans is going down. I'm really anxious."

"How do you see this?"

Xue Yuan rolled his eyes, smiled and said:
"Just give me your talisman, so that you don't have to suffer outside in the cold?"

"Oh?" Xue Leng didn't expect this person to accept the talisman, and said with a smile:

"I don't know how many spirit stones Mr. Xue came up with?"

Xue Yuan quoted a price, and Xue Leng felt his face cramp when he heard it, staring at the young man with a sneer in his heart:
"I didn't expect you to take advantage of the fire at such a young age?"

It turned out that Xue Yuanbao's price was extremely low, even if Xue Leng was serious about doing the talisman business, he would definitely lose money.

Besides, Xue Leng is not serious about doing business at all, he is here to test.

"How is it?" Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Zhi asked with a smile.

Xue Leng didn't answer, but asked instead:

"The Tianfu Pavilion is extremely strict. If I sell it to you, what will you do with these talismans?"

Xue Yuan was taken aback, then turned to look at the steward, Zhang Zhi hurriedly said:
"The Xue family is a force under the Five Spirits Sect, we have our own methods to deal with it.

Fellow Daoist Han, how are you doing?This is better than being bullied by Tianfu Pavilion! "

Xue Leng was silent in thought, but the other monks who had clear ears had already heard the intention of coming, and a group of people surrounded him.

"Master Xue, can you give me a little more?"

"Master Xue, I rejected you three days ago, now that I've figured it out, I'll sell it to you!"

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The lobby became lively, Xue Leng learned from their conversation.

It turned out that Xue Yuan had been here for several days, pulling on the tiger skin of Wulingmen, picking up countless bugs of casual cultivators.

Surrounded by a group of people, Xue Yuan kept talking, but looked at the dark-faced Han Ming from time to time.

After all, the goods in this black man's hands are more than the sum of these people.

At this moment, a loud voice called out from the door:
"I'll pay twice his price, and sell it to me!"

Everyone looked at the door in a daze, and a group of monks in black robes, who were not showing any signs of vigor, were opening the cotton curtain and entering the inn one after another.

It was one of them who spoke, and he was looking at Xue Yuan among the crowd with a grin on his face.

Seeing someone robbing him of a deal, Xue Yuan was stunned for a moment before thinking of what to do.

He turned around and faced the arrogant group of monks in black robes.

Using the appearance of making himself look fierce as much as possible, he shouted loudly:

"Which sect do you belong to?! Compete with me for business? Don't ask me what my last name is?"

"Your surname is Xue."

Another young man opened the door curtain and came in. He was full of heroism, and smiled at Xue Yuan with disdain.

Shaking his neck, he immediately yelled loudly to the waiter:
"Get hot water quickly! Grandpa wants to wash his feet."

As he said that, he pulled a bench by himself, sat on it with a big buttocks, and even started to take off his boots.

Xue Yuan heard the other party's light tone, and saw the other party's expression of treating him as nothing.

I didn't know what to do for a while, so I had to look to the steward next to me as if asking for help.

Zhang Zhi looked at the other party's cultivation, but couldn't see through it at all.

After taking a closer look at the clothes of this group of people, they didn't look like masters with heads and faces. Finally, he got up his courage and said loudly:

"What sect do you belong to? Have you never heard of the Xue family in North Autumn Valley?
Let me tell you, this place is not far from the Five Spirits Gate, guests, we should do our best as landlords..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Know who you are."

The young man who took off his boots interrupted Zhang Zhi's words impatiently, fixed his eyes on a group of casual cultivators around Xue Yuan, and said:

"Twice the price, I want as much as I have!"

Sanxiu looked at each other, and carefully peeked at Xue Yuan's master and servant a few times, but no one moved, everyone was examining each other.

"Hey, let me say, why don't you come and see? Is it for sale?!"

The young man slammed his boots to the ground and tore off his socks, and the hall immediately smelled of dead snakes.

"I sell!"

Someone took the lead, and they immediately responded with a crowd, regardless of the terrible smell of dead snakes, a group of people rushed to the young man with stinky feet.

"Water! Hurry up! Grandpa's feet are freezing!"

The young man with stinky feet was surrounded by people, but he still had an expression of indifference, instead he turned his head and greeted the waiter loudly.

At this moment, the crisp sound of "clang" metal scraping sounded in the middle of the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold sharp spiritual pressure passed silently.

"The best magic weapon!"

The clamoring voices subsided in an instant, and Sanxiu watched in horror as Xue Yuan drew out the black knife from his waist.

His knife pointed at the stinky young man who robbed him of his business.

The swarming crowd stepped aside silently and swiftly, tiptoeing, leaving only Xue Yuan and the young man facing each other.

"Yo? You have a bad temper."

The young man with stinky feet let out a burst of laughter, facing Xue Yuan's black saber weapon, he had no intention of standing up at all.

Da La La stomped a bare foot on the bench, and waved to stop those black-robed monks.

Stretched out a finger to hook Xue Yuan provocatively:

"Come, come, let me see if you hang a black knife, just like the old man Tianjue Zhenjun."

How could the youthful and vigorous Xue Yuan have ever suffered such humiliation, his jade face was flushed red, and he was about to charge forward with his sword raised.

But his supervisor, Zhang Zhi, suddenly put his arms around his waist from behind, and shouted in horror:
"Young Master, don't! This person is Senior Foundation Establishment! Don't!"

Zhang Zhi's panic-stricken appearance made the young man with stinky feet laugh, and said with a smile:

"Xue family boy, your servant is really sensible."

With a violent struggle, Xue Yuan threw the terrified steward aside, stood still, pointed at him angrily and shouted:
"How dare you declare your name!"

"I?"

The young man with stinky feet pointed his thumb at his chest and said with a smile:

"Gong Yushu! The True Inheritance of the Foundation Establishment of the True Spirit Sect!"

Hearing this name, it seemed that the young man with stinky feet exploded with energy.

There was a bang from him, sweeping every corner of the inn, and everyone in the inn froze.

The entire lobby was full of people, but at this moment, there was no sound, and everyone fell silent.

Even the hair falling could be heard clearly, everyone stared blankly at this young man sitting on the bench with bare feet and legs crossed.

But Gong Yushu himself broke the silence, and he cursed indecently at the stunned waiter:
"Look at your size! Damn it! Grandpa's hot water! Will it freeze me to death?!"

Shivering, the waiter in the shop quickly ran away, and there was a burst of whispering in the shop:

"The true spirit?"

"Surnamed Gong? Could it be the son of the Four Great True Spirit Families?"

"The Gong family that is said to have the blood of a real dragon?"

Xue Yuan, who was standing in the middle, managed to recover from the wooden sculpture-like posture.

He bent his back as straight as a steel bar, staring blankly at Gong Yushu scalding his feet with grinning teeth.

Gong Yushu raised his head and smiled at him, then nodded.

Xue Yuan seemed to muster up a lot of courage before walking towards Gong Yushu.

He hid the knife behind his ass, blushing like a red cloth:

"Senior! I...I...I'm Beiqiugu Xueyuan...I've heard of you...I...I..."

In front of Gong Yushu, Xue Yuan was nervous and incoherent.

"Sorry, I stole your business."

Gong Yushu said he was embarrassed, but his tone didn't imply any embarrassment.

But Xue Yuan couldn't hear it at all, Zhang Zhi came up to him, bowed and asked:
"I don't know what Senior Gong wants these low-level talismans for?"

"Isn't there a beast disaster in Beihai? I heard that many low-level monks have fallen. I was ordered to go to support them. Don't you want to get some supplies along the way?"
Alas, if you can save one, it counts as one. "

In a word, everyone in the hall lowered their heads, all these casual cultivators wanted to sell the talismans at a high price.

I never thought of helping the disaster-stricken city that never sleeps, but now I see people like Gong Yushu.

Although they didn't have any thoughts of lowering the price in their hearts, they couldn't help lowering their heads in front of such a person.

"Master!" Zhang Zhi's voice was very low, but it was completely hoarse because of his anxiety:

"Let's go, let's put business aside!"

"Business?"

Only then did Xue Yuan come back to his senses, and remembered his purpose. This time he went out because his father specially asked him to learn how to do business.

He raised his head and looked around. The monks in the room were all surrounded by Gong Yushu and his group.

And the black-faced monk Han Ming who was talking to him just now disappeared.

"When did he leave?"

Xue Yuan muttered something to himself, Zhang Zhi had already dragged him out of the front hall.

Arriving at the patio in the backyard, Zhang Zhi saw no one around, and immediately said in a hurry:

"Young Master, this time is a big event. The seniors of the True Spirit Sect have been dispatched. I'm afraid we won't be able to stay in Xianyuan City. We have to go home quickly to avoid the limelight."

Xue Yuan looked at Zhang Zhi who had a frightened expression on his face, no matter whether he understood or not, he nodded first.

Before departure, my father's exhortations were vivid in my ears:
"You are too young and don't have much experience. You should be cautious in your words and deeds outside, listen more and talk less, and listen to Manager Zhang if you have any problems."

(End of this chapter)