Daoying

Chapter 20

A monk of alchemy?
Xie Huan had a faint sense of foreboding.

The monk who formed the core is on the outskirts of the Yuanyang Sea, which is the real sky. Almost all the aura islands are under the control of the monk who formed the core.

For example, the suzerain of Tianlei Sect who controls Luoxia Island is a monk of alchemy.

"Many people in the group are talking about this. Some people say that the people who slaughtered the island were not human beings. Everyone on the island died in a terrible state, and their hearts were dug out. Some people said that there was a big conspiracy behind it."

Ning Jiujiu held the nameplate and read out the information on it.

"What group?"

Xie Huan stepped forward and found that Ning Jiujiu was in a group called "Luoxia Island Waiting for the Rich Alliance", and messages kept popping up in it.

"Let me bring you in too. This is a very famous group on the island. There are mixed fish and dragons in it. There are everyone. Be careful when you speak."

Ning Jiujiu operated on the nameplate.

Xie Huan quickly joined the group, and messages popped up one after another:

"The death of those people is hard to describe in one word, how can human beings be so cruel."

"Could it be the Sea Clan?"

"Although the Sea Clan is mysterious and powerful, they are no different from us monks. I think they look like evil cultivators, or some kind of sea beasts."

"It is said that there are still monks missing, but they have not been found yet."

At this time, a person named Ma An sent a message: "Stop talking, panic is spreading now, and many monks on the second-level spiritual energy island have begun to flee famine, and a large number of them have poured into Luoxia Island. We are all just a group of people who don't know the truth The monks, protect yourself, the reason behind this incident may be far beyond our imagination."

"From what this fellow Taoist said, he seems to know something?"

"Don't talk halfway."

"Hehe, could it be that this fellow Taoist is a monk who knows the truth?"

Many expressed dissatisfaction.

Ma An sent another message: "Think about it, everyone. The Tianlei Sect has controlled the waters of District 54 for hundreds of years, and nothing like this has ever happened. Why did it suddenly happen now? I'll stop here, everyone think about it carefully."

The group was quiet for a while, and someone replied: "Understood, everyone stop chatting."

After that, there was no more news, and they all remained silent, as if they understood everything.

Only Xie Huan didn't understand... so he had to ask Ning Jiujiu for advice.

"Could it be that they said..."

Ning Jiujiu was shocked.

"It should be."

Uncle Zhou smoked his cigarette and said in a breathless voice.

"Alas." Han Wenshan sighed: "It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Don't worry about it. There are three thousand monks on this island. When the sky falls, there will be tall people to support them. We are only in the middle stage of Qi refining, so we may not be able to do so." It affects us, even if it affects us..."

"Stop!"

Xie Huan hurriedly stopped him and shouted, "What are you talking about?"

Ning Jiujiu glanced at him, and said worriedly: "Recently, there are rumors on the island that the time for the suzerain of Tianlei Sect to be more gentle is approaching."

With that said, Xie Huan suddenly understood.

The life and death of a monk is not only related to the monk himself, but also to all the interests involved in him.

Everyone in the group believed that the massacre of the island was aimed at the more harmonious alchemy limit.

"Although Tianleizong is not a good thing, but after all, it has sheltered a group of monks. The more genial life is a disaster for us low-level monks."

Ning Jiujiu pursed her lips, her voice was a bit bitter.

"Several sects in the nearby sea area, Xuanyin Sect, Sun Moon Sect, Coral Sect, etc., have long been eyeing the interests of Tianlei Sect. If Yu Hexu really falls, the consequences will be unimaginable. We have to make some preparations as soon as possible."

Uncle Zhou said solemnly, the wrinkles on his face deepened a lot.

Xie Huan pondered for a moment, and there was indeed such a possibility as they said.

The fall of every big shot will have a profound impact on one field.

Just like his fall, the impact on the Qingyun Continent and the Great Qin Kingdom may be immeasurable, and even a change of dynasty, the rise and fall of the world, is not impossible.

And these things all involve thousands of low-level monks, and even affect the fate of countless people.

However, Xie Huan always felt that the massacre of the island was not necessarily related to the time limit for healing, and that bad premonition lingered in his heart all the time, and couldn't go away.

"After returning to the island this time, I plan to rest for a while, it will be longer, and I can no longer go out with everyone on missions."

Uncle Zhou hesitated for a while, then said suddenly.

"Is it because of the massacre of the island madman?"

Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Fan Xingguang died, you rested, Han Wenshan retreated, and the Langhai team completely disbanded."

"Half and half, even if nothing like this happens, I plan to rest for a while. As I get older, my health is not as good as once." Uncle Zhou looked a little depressed.

"Don't worry, Jiujiu, when Uncle Zhou rests well, I'm almost out of customs, and the Langhai team will only be stronger by then." Han Wenshan comforted him.

Xie Huan glanced at Uncle Zhou, saw that he hesitated to speak, and said, "Forgive me, the injury on Uncle Zhou's body may be irreversible, and Uncle Zhou should know it well."

"what?!"

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Only Uncle Zhou was full of bitterness and helplessness, shook his head lightly, and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Daoist Xie is really insightful. I still can't escape the eyesight of Fellow Daoist with this little problem."

"Father! You..."

Zhou Lin was panicked and a little overwhelmed.

On the contrary, Uncle Zhou breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "This rest will be for a lifetime. I didn't know how to speak. I wanted to use the nameplate to make it clear after I landed on the island, so as to avoid some hurt and parting. It’s quite frank, you don’t need to hide it.”

"I remember!"

Zhou Lin burst into tears and said, "Father's injuries can be healed before, right? Last time at the Yunshang Chamber of Commerce, I asked about the price of Bichao Pill, asking for [-] low-grade spirit stones. I hesitated." If you refuse to buy it, it must be to save money and hit the first red line for me, woo woo."

"Silly boy, it has nothing to do with saving money or not. If you can't build a foundation, you will never escape the loess. I have lived to be 140 years old. Even if I don't have this injury, I won't have many days to live."

Uncle Zhou patted Zhou Lin on the shoulder lovingly: "The future depends entirely on you."

Ning Jiujiu's mood suddenly became heavy: "What do you plan to do next?"

"Buy some qi-tonifying pills, recuperate your body safely, and live the life of ordinary people. You don't have to be sad. I'm a blessing in disguise. Maybe I can live longer."

Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "Fan Xingguang also has a son who did not embark on the path of cultivation because of his lack of talent. I will move next door to his son so that I can take care of his offspring."

Xie Huan sighed inwardly, the lifespan of a monk far exceeds that of ordinary people, but most of the time he is in seclusion, and compared to this eternity, what is hundreds of thousands of years?
Even if you practice to transform into a god, if you can't find the way to immortality, it will be nothing after all.

Then everyone was silent.

While Zhou Bo comforted everyone, he urged Zhou Lin in various ways to impart as much of his life's valuable experience as possible.

At this time, the blue sea and blue sky, the white clouds are like cotton wool, the sun shines through the clouds, and the breeze blows across the faces of everyone, bringing a little bit of coolness and a kind of melancholy.

The spirit boat quickly returned to Luoxia Island.

Over the island, a layer of obvious spiritual fluctuations appeared, covering the entire island. Thousands of people gathered on the sea, waiting for the cumbersome procedures to board the island.

Ning Jiujiu received the spirit boat, and a group of people lined up behind, and it took a long time to complete the formalities.

After landing on the island, Zhou Bo took Zhou Lin to bid farewell to everyone.

Uncharacteristically, Han Wenshan didn't talk too much, just clasped his fists to Ning Jiujiu, said: "Jiujiu take care", saluted Xie Huan to express his gratitude, and left alone.

"I'm leaving too."

Xie Huan waved to Ning Jiujiu and headed towards the chamber of commerce.

He is going to sell what he doesn't need, and retreat to hit the red line.

"Hey, when will we do the task together again?"

Ning Jiujiu yelled and asked behind him.

"There is a chance." Xie Huan said without turning his head.

"Okay, nameplate contact."

Ning Jiujiu suddenly felt bored, the team broke up and everyone left, feeling a little empty.

The waves are beating against the rocks, the trees are swaying with the wind, the humid breath is intertwined with the fragrance of flowers, and a group of seabirds are circling over the sea, singing happily.

Looking at the white clouds in the sky, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Xie Huan turning back, her eyes lit up, and she jumped forward: "What are you doing?"

"this is for you."

Xie Huan took out a jade slip and threw it over: "The original version of "Huiyue Palm" is extremely powerful, so take it easy and practice."

"Okay, you bad guy, you gave it to me before..." Ning Jiujiu was furious.

"It's also true, but I modified it a little bit to reduce the power, so that you don't practice well and go crazy." Xie Huan made up a reason casually.

"So, you're still doing it for me?" Ning Jiujiu had doubts in his eyes.

"Of course." Xie Huan said sincerely.

"Okay, I believe it, thank you." Ning Jiujiu's tone softened.

Xie Huan smiled slightly, patted the top of Ning Jiujiu's head, and turned to leave.

Looking at Xie Huan's back, Ning Jiujiu slightly clenched the jade slip in his hand.

At this time, the sunlight penetrated the barrier of the island protection, scattered into colorful colors, and fell on the two of them, mottled.

This strange scene is the origin of the name of Luoxia Island.

……

"Master Huixian, these items are very good. The appraiser in our store estimates them at [-] low-grade spirit stones."

In the Canglong Chamber of Commerce, Xiaokui sweetly quoted the price.

She tried her best to show her charming and elegant side, hoping to make Xie Huan feel comfortable.

Xie Huan's position in her heart has risen from a potential stock to a value stock.

Not long ago, I just made tens of thousands of transactions, and now I have brought in thousands of transactions. This is simply the god of wealth.

"I suggest that your store change to an appraiser, otherwise it will affect your store's business."

Xie Huan replied blankly.

These things are worth at least three or four thousand, really dark.

Ordinary monks can only get a few hundred for one mission, and they can rip off one or two thousand from others with their mouths.

Negotiating prices is no different from another battle. You must have a clear understanding, stable emotions, good communication, and tenacious patience, as well as dominance over prices.

This is also an art.

"The immortal master was joking."

Xiaokui covered her mouth and smiled to hide the embarrassment on her face.

"Aren't you joking too?"

Xie Huan glanced at her, and replied indifferently.

(End of this chapter)