Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 313: Who is in favor and who is against? Taoist master's plan, Yuanjun! Yuanjun!

"Senior Qi Yinlong and Master Tuyuan Zong Yuangui have not arrived yet. Do you want to wait a little longer?"

The person who spoke was Li Yuan Zong Xiao Tian Tianjun. After he was rescued by Yi Chen from the front, he actively moved closer to him.

However, now he looked respectful, with his hands clasped in front of him, his back slightly arched, his attitude was very respectful, and he did not dare to go beyond the rules in the slightest.

Yi Chen knew that although they had a good time drinking and talking a few months ago, there was now a sad barrier between them.

After killing Wusheng Sword Mother's accompanying spirit ghost that day, perhaps because Wusheng Sword Mother finally cast a spell to feed the ghost to make the spirit ghost go further, the spirit ghost actually contributed a total of 180,000 crimson dots to him. .

This discovery that day even made Yi Chen recite the Purana Sutra to Wusheng Sword Mother one more time. After all, Wusheng Sword Mother revealed that even his Yicheng son could not do anything.

After ten days of fermentation about the destruction of the Jianxie Sect, the news gradually spread to the surroundings. The previously unparalleled Star Sword Alliance suddenly disappeared. Some of the sects who had withdrawn from the group even contacted Yi Chen privately, hoping to join the Hidden Dragon Alliance. .

Therefore, today's banquet on the top floor of Wangyue Tower was even more grand than that day of the Passionate Young Master, but today no one dared to let Master Qin Yun play the qin and perform.

Because now they are all good at singing and dancing, who would dare to have the idea of ​​letting the leader of the Hehuan Sect perform!

"It's almost time, no wait, let's get started." Yi Chen shook his head, clapped his hands, and all kinds of dishes were served like running water.

"Thank you, Senior Yinlong." The old man in the khaki robe was overjoyed. He didn't expect it to be so easy to pass this time. After hearing the news about the demise of the Jianxie Sect, he couldn't believe it. How famous the Wusheng Sword Mother was. How could he be killed so easily?

"Go away! Go back and wait for the news!" Yi Chen's voice suddenly rose, and he swallowed the last old turtle in one gulp.

But the few people who knew him looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile on their faces.

Master Yuan Gui looked around and saw that all the tables in the building were already filled with people. A cold sweat suddenly flowed down his forehead. He was about to shamelessly ask the maid to add another table at the end. At this time, Yi Chen's voice sounded again.

Relying on his exquisite earth escape technique, he traveled thousands of miles to the mountain gate of Jianxie Sect. After seeing the ruins of Jianxie Sect with his own eyes, he gave up completely and hurried towards Wangyue Tower. Unexpectedly, he made the mistake. After a while.

But he wants the loyalty of this group of people. Just pay him tribute to Taoist Master Yi and that's it.

Everyone in the building was a smart person. As soon as they saw Yi Chen's statement, they knew what to do and immediately echoed,

One person even sneered loudly: "Senior Yinlong dares to be late for the summons. You have to put down all the big things. In case of an accident, I will have a furnace of treasure elixir coming out soon. I will not hesitate. I think Yuan Fellow Daoist Gui is not qualified to attend this meeting at all!"

For the group of people below, if you ask them to make sugar, it may not be sweet, but if you make vinegar, it will be sour. He has never naively thought about gaining the loyalty of these people.

"Fellow Taoists, I'm sorry, I came down late." Master Yuan Gui apologized.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Yuan Gui, and they remained silent.

Master Yuan Gui retreated in embarrassment, and he couldn't help but feel regretful for a moment. You must know that he was a member of the hall who fought hard to kill Xixi.

A ruthless man who single-handedly destroyed the Jianxie Sect, such a powerful Lord Jie Dao held a banquet in Wangyue Tower. The owner of Wangyue Tower was so happy that he even prepared a generous gift and licked his face in the hope that Yi Chen would accept it.

"Hiss, the old turtle soup in Wangyue Lake in Xuangui City is really unique. It is very different from the old turtle soup in other places. It is fresh, mellow, thick, and has a strange fragrance. You must try it. Fellow Taoists, please." Chen picked up the chopsticks and picked up the old turtle in the soup, biting off most of it in one bite. Then he looked at the embarrassed Master Yuan Gui in surprise, "Why haven't you taken a seat yet, fellow Taoist?"

"hidden…."

At this moment, an embarrassed figure suddenly appeared in the main hall. This was a short old man wearing an earthy yellow robe. He first bowed to the surroundings and then turned towards the chief seat Yi Yi. Swallow the dust to the bottom.

Yi Chen lowered his head and picked up a spoon to stir a bowl of tortoise soup on the plate in front of him, but he replied without raising his head: "Just find a seat and sit by yourself when you're here~"

Yi Chen looked at the expressions of everyone in the field and couldn't help but split the corners of his mouth into an exaggerated grin.

"Fellow Taoist Yuan Gui always talks about being cautious and practices it, but today this old fox is deflated. How wonderful."

"Fellow Taoist Yuan Gui, the number of cases is limited, and so is the number of members of our Hidden Dragon Alliance. You can't even get in with cases. I think you don't take Pindao and all of your colleagues to heart at all. .”

Every delicacy is carefully cooked with rare spiritual ingredients, and the table is filled with colorful spiritual fruits. More importantly, Yi Chen didn't spend a dime on these.

"Senior Yinlong, there is no more room. Can someone add another table?"

He can secretly engage in the trade of evil spirits and ghosts again. He has already agreed with the leader of the Qinyun Sect to collect evil spirits from various sects on behalf of the Hehuan Sect, as well as the scriptures unearthed from various relics and the scriptures derived from them. of martial arts.

Although Yi Chen doesn't have high expectations for the latter, the former is a real output. Isn't this much better than searching for it outside himself?

He had already found the reason. When Qin Yun released the news, he, the Hehuan Sect, wanted to refine an evil magic weapon and needed to buy such foreign objects on a large scale. This was simply unreasonable.

The most outrageous thing is that the money he spent to acquire these resources was given to him by the cultivators in front of him. He didn't spend any money from Taoist Master Yi, and even earned a profit.

The highest level of wool plucking is to pluck the wool without letting the sheep bleat. All the cultivators in the field are human beings. Even Yi Chen's black heart cannot achieve this level. But if the sheep bleat softly, he Yi Chen can do it. It can be done easily.

Trade allows resources to flow.

The massive resources he receives every year, and if he pays a premium to purchase evil things or information, won't the resources flow back? Everyone gets what they need, and plucking the hair won't be that painful, and all the sects will have no choice but to pay attention to him.

If you don't do it, some sect offices will roll them up for him, and he will have the highest power of force and redistribution. Yi Chen will also have the highest power of the Hidden Dragon Alliance, and he can focus on recruiting people and building combat power.

And there is another advantage of doing this. Through stable channels to purchase evil ghosts at high prices, it can also cultivate a number of interest groups in each sect.

At that time, in order to protect the interests in their hands, even if someone secretly wants to subvert the Hidden Dragon Alliance, these monks who have benefited from the trade with the Hehuan Sect will not be the first to agree. This is the secret method of leading Ying to stir up shit, cultivating , differentiation and checks and balances.

"You can come to today's banquet to give me the face of the Hehuan Sect. I am very happy. I will toast you all first."

Yi Chen picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

For a moment, everyone didn't even dare to say anything, so they picked up the wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp. Some even hung the glasses upside down to show that they didn't have a drop left.

"Now that the world is changing and everything is raging, Pindao still has some strength and wants to build a Hidden Dragon Alliance to protect one side."

"There are thirty-six families coming today. The eighteen sects that perished half a month ago have 70% of their wealth. If those eighteen sects that day are willing to join the My Hidden Dragon Alliance, they will hand over their sects' property every year. Give me 20% of the alliance."

"For the fellow Taoists who come here later to join the My Yin Dragon Alliance, their annual wealth will be 25% for poor Taoists. Please think about it. If some of the eighteen sects were unwilling before, now they will give 70% of their wealth to our Hehuan Sect." After making a payment, you can leave.

The quota will be filled by the 18th sect that agrees first. If anyone is interested in which sect is stationed in ruins, they can also bid. "

"The world is very bad now, and the poor people are not strong enough. Now our Hidden Dragon Alliance has up to thirty-six sects joining it. Let's discuss it individually. If you have any questions, you can contact our sect Qinyun Sect Master for all the details of the alliance. ask."

After saying all this, Yi Chen stopped talking and concentrated on showing off his food.

Being the eldest brother is all about setting strategies and directions, and it is natural that he will never end up doing the specific bargaining. On the one hand, it is too out of character, and on the other hand, it leaves room for him to move around, as long as he has the final say on the rules.

The owner of Wangyue Tower had already found out that the great elder of Hehuan Sect liked delicious food. He spent a lot of effort and used countless resources to send plates of precious spiritual materials to his various places one after another. Two beautiful girls were dressed in thin clothes. He was wearing a shirt, and kept serving food for him. From time to time, he would 'accidentally' nudge him with a big persimmon, as if he was getting everything he wanted.

"These veterans in the cultivation world really know how to enjoy themselves." At this moment, Yi Chen felt the joy of being taken care of every hair on his head.

In the past, he would go out to look for delicious food, but today at the banquet, he even saw the mushroom pot from Bazhen Pavilion in Shanyue City.

Compared with all kinds of spiritual materials, this mushroom pot is the most common dish on the table.

Yi Chen glanced at the tables of the people sitting down, and it was obvious that all kinds of delicacies were one or two lower grades than his own. Even the old turtles in the old turtle soup he drank were bigger than those in other people's bowls. Two circles larger.

"The master of Wangyue Tower is really serious about this. How about we meet after you are done?"

Being able to dominate Wangyue Lake in Xuangui City, the city of the seven peaks of the Great Qin Dynasty, and forcing other forces not to set foot in it, the energy of the master behind Wangyue Tower is really extraordinary, and Yi Chen also became a little interested for a while.

The discussions in the building were still going on, but the maids serving Yi Chen had already changed. It was not Yi Chen's request, but the hands of those maids with only superficial cultivation.

The spiritual meal made from special sea animals had a tough texture and was broken down piece by piece, which was really hard for them.

It was not until the starry night that the negotiations in the building came to an end. All parties reached the greatest common denominator, and the Hidden Dragon Alliance was officially established.

"Pindao has accumulated countless merits in his life. Pindao deserves it!" Yi Chen, an old glutton, also ate and drank enough, patted his belly and left with satisfaction.

At night, the moonlight is like silver.

Outside a beautiful courtyard somewhere in Xuangui City, a tall Taoist man and a plump and beautiful beauty stood side by side.

Tonight's evening breeze was particularly sultry. The soft wind blew the hem of Qin Yun's cyan gauze skirt gently fluttering, revealing half of her lotus-white calves from time to time. They were straight, beautiful and attractive.

"Great Elder, let's go back."

"The Great Elder has been working hard during this period, so take it easy tonight." Master Qin Yun blinked his eyes playfully, his eyes as clear and translucent as the tranquil autumn water.

At this moment, Master Qinyun looked extremely relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off him, and his grace was a bit lively.

This...isn't appropriate~

At this moment, Yi Chen couldn't help but stiffen slightly when he heard the words, his pupils trembled, and he turned his head away with difficulty.

Seeing Yi Chen's rare blush, Qinyun Sect Master's cheeks were also stained with white jade.

"Great elder, please go back quickly. Ruan'er has just arrived tonight."

"what?"

"Great. Unexpectedly, Ruan'er also came here, but I have a gift for her."

After Yi Chen killed the Wusheng Sword Mother, he got three well-preserved psychic golden fruits from her storage ring. These fruits can help people break through to the realm of the true king. There happened to be one for Master Tai and one for Ruan'er. Junior Brother One Qingyunzi.

Fighting with people every day, it was time for him, Taoist Master Yi, to relax.

That night, Overlord Yi Chen raised his halberd, with only the will to fight in his heart!

From time to time, low voices of resentment and admiration could be heard coming from a certain room in the Villa.

'Taoist priest, stop fighting. '

For a time, the crescent moon in the night sky disappeared into the dark clouds, as if shy.

....

....

A few days ago.

In a certain quaint small town, people are coming and going, and the city is filled with smoke and fire.

At this moment, at the top of a street stall that hung over a noodle shop, a beauty with a peach blossom mask and a bulging chest sat down unceremoniously on the greasy stool of the noodle stall.

Although this person's face could not be seen, everyone walking on the street glanced at her furtively.

The noodle shop owner is an honest man. While serving noodles to other customers, he secretly glances at the peach masked woman from time to time.

Yuan Jun didn't care at all about this. She smiled loudly and said: "Boss, business is good."

"A bowl of beef noodles, no noodles~"

boss:".….."

"Sir, this is..."

"I'm kidding you, hurry up and get in~" Seeing the embarrassing scene of his boss, Yuan Jun couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell, as if he had discovered something very interesting.

Soon, a bowl of hot, fragrant beef noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions was brought to Yuan Jun.

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, Yuan Jun picked up the chopsticks and kept pulling at them, picking out the green onions in the noodles one by one.

"Sorry, I don't know that your guest doesn't eat chopped green onions. How about I cook a new bowl for you?" The shop owner rubbed his hands honestly and reminded him in a friendly manner.

"Hey, no need, your noodles are not cooked right. It's not as delicious as Xiaolang's." Yuan Jun thought of the bowl of beef noodles that the spicy man cooked when he left Zi Zai Tian, ​​and couldn't help but lick his pretty lips. A cute cartoon-like portrait with tongue sticking out suddenly appeared on the peach blossom mask.

"But I still want to thank the Supreme Elder of Fengyun Sword Sect for cooking noodles for Yuanjun."

"Duguxiong, the formation you set up is pretty good. It looks just like the real thing. It's interesting and interesting. I almost didn't notice it~"

Before he finished speaking, a pair of curved smiling eyes on the peach blossom mask had already appeared on it, and the pedestrians walking on the street stopped one after another, looking uniformly in the direction of Yuan Jun as if they were petrified, and the atmosphere instantly became... Very strange.

(End of this chapter)