I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 96
Li Feiyu joined the Jingjiao Society as a direct disciple of Mo Juren, and having obtained the inheritance of the emperor, he has already mastered the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword. However, in just three months, the Jingjiao Society, which had been down for several years, rose again.

Become the largest gang in Lanzhou.

Li Feiyu's name began to spread in the world.

The most intuitive thing about the cards of the first gang is that the profits of the Mo family have doubled.

Money is also a kind of strength, and it is a very important one.

Immortal cultivators are also human beings, not real immortals who eat wind and drink dew, but also live in the world, and refining magic weapons requires a lot of resources.

Cultivating the Tao requires four elements: wealth, spouse, law, and land.

"Wealth" refers to money and resources for cultivating Taoism; "couple" refers to Taoist companions, people in the same way who communicate with each other; mansion.

The sacrificial refining of the "Shushan" flying sword requires a lot of resources, and Jingjiao will accumulate more than ten years, which will be continuously transformed into Mo Juren's combat power.

However, the quality of resources in the "mortal" world is far from what Daming can match. Jiajing's flying sword is still at the level of one-time refining of shape and one-time quality refining, while Mo Juren's flying sword has already completed two rounds.

Seeing that he can play four at a time in his spare time, Jiajing is a bit sour.

XX, believers live better than this emperor...

"The black iron from this cold and yin place is smelted into the flying sword, and my sword will have an extra chill to hurt..."

"go."

Under the sour eyes of Emperor Wanshou, Mo Juren picked up a piece of Yin iron weighing about eight catties, threw it casually, and suddenly had the idea to fly out from the sea of ​​consciousness to wrap Yin iron, and float under the three-inch long flying sword.

hum!
Following Mo Juren's operation of the art, a halo of light circulated on the surface of the three-inch-long flying sword, constantly absorbing the essence of the Yin iron below, and little spots of light flew out of the Yin iron and flew into the three-inch flying sword .

And that piece of suspended Yin iron gradually had some debris falling down.

After half a day, the three-inch flying sword trembled and made a sound of dragon chant.

"The ancients said that it takes ten years to sharpen a sword."

"If I practice this flying sword to great success, it will take hundreds or hundreds of years of hard work."

As soon as Mo Juren stretched out his hand, the cobblestone-like Yin iron, which had already shrunk by a large circle, flew back into his hand, only weighing about three catties.

"Just work harder tonight!"

"After the Yin Iron is refined, it will stop refining the sword. Jingjiao will continue to squeeze it endlessly, and it will collapse sooner or later."

It is really gold and silver thrown in, just for a flying sword.

"Come."

The three-inch flying sword suspended in front of him quickly grew in size, reaching a full three feet long, like an ordinary saber.

Stretching out his hand to hold the divine sword, Mo Juren was full of vigor.

Although it has not been completed yet, it is still unparalleled in sharpness, an ordinary magic weapon, just like cutting tofu.

"Father, Senior Brother Han please see me."

Moyuzhuyu stood outside the Wanshou Emperor Temple, and a silver bell-like sound came.

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

Han Li followed behind his junior sister, watching his heart with his eyes and nose. After several years of honing, he was already a qualified little devil.

It's just that in front of Master Mo Juren, he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.

"Master!"

"Worship the emperor first." Mo Juren lit three sticks of incense and handed it to Han Li.

"Yes, Master!"

After offering incense, Han Li said, "Master, the Tainan Small Meeting in Tainan Valley is about to start."

"Well, you pack up, this time I will go as your housekeeper."

"Yes!"

Guanggui City, Tainan Mountain, the entire mountain is more than 3000 meters high, and it is shrouded in mountain fog all year round.

With the arrival of Mo Juren and Han Li, the thick fog in front of them suddenly rolled up, and then, like being split by a knife, a small path was separated for the two of them to walk side by side. There is no end, it seems very far away.

Mo Juren looked at the path indifferently for a while, and then stepped into it, walking steadily and calmly.

The road seemed long, but after walking for a while, it came to the end of the road.

When Mo Juren walked out of the intersection, he felt a sudden light in front of his eyes, and a green valley full of exotic flowers and plants appeared in front of him.

The valley was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only exit was the hillside where they came in and was blocked by fog.

The entire Tainan Valley is very large, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred acres. In the center, there is a large palace-style pavilion with carved railings and jade, and some people in strange costumes come and go.

In the past two years, Mo Juren devoted himself to training Feijian, and the task of inquiring into the world of cultivating immortals was handed over to Han Li, the son of destiny.

To be honest, he doesn't know as much about the world of cultivating immortals as his apprentice.

But he can pretend!
Looking around, I can see that there is a very wide blue brick square in the open space in front of the pavilion, and there are many people in it like small vendors, setting up small stalls around the square.

In front of these booths, from time to time, one or two people would squeeze in front of them, take a look or ask a few questions in a low voice, but Mo Juren, who was able to make a deal on the spot, did not see many.

"Master...Old Mo, come with me!"

Han Li said, raised his legs and walked into the square.

He had just walked a few steps when he heard someone calling him in the distance: "Brother Han! This way."

Hearing this, Han Li looked towards the voice, and saw Wan Xiaoshan standing beside an old man in blue, waving to him non-stop.

Han Li smiled and walked quickly.

When he walked to the old man in green shirt, Wan Xiaoshan said: "Uncle Shi, I met Brother Han by chance, although he is a casual cultivator, but we get along very well, Uncle Shi needs to take care of him a bit more! "

Then he introduced to Han Li: "This is Daoist Qingyan from Tainan Valley. He is a close friend with my father. He and several other seniors co-chaired the Tainan Small Meeting this time. Brother Han, who is this?"

Seeing Mo Juren's extraordinary bearing, he asked.

Han Li showed a characteristic smile: "This is what I met in the Jianghu. He is a Jianghu man. You can call him Lao Mo."

"Oh!"

Wan Xiaoshan nodded, he didn't sense the aura from Lao Mo.

And real Qingyan didn't even look at Lao Mo.

Mo Juren followed the Way of Gou, so naturally he didn't care about these things.

I saw that Qingyan Daoist was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and long hands, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, he looked a bit out of the ordinary, but his face was blue and spotted, it was really amazing!
Daoist Qingyan ignored the real expert, but sized up Han Li. Suddenly he narrowed his eyes and said to Han Li:
"Han Xiaoyou's wood attribute skills are well practiced! He has already practiced to the ninth level at a young age. Such a level is rare even in the Xiuxian family."

When Han Li heard Qingyan's praise, he smiled wryly in his heart. If it weren't for his master and taking a lot of good medicines, how could he possibly reach the ninth level?

It is estimated that it is still climbing between the third and fourth floors!
But on the surface, he still humbly said respectfully: "Old Qing praised you so much, it's just a fluke."

Next, Han Li greeted several familiar casual cultivators on the trading square, and everything he said and did was impeccable.

Mo Juren saw all this in his eyes, the disciple he cultivated since childhood has really grown up.

The Son of Destiny that the emperor calls, he doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse...

　There are two more tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)