I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 12

Ke Yanghong was silent. Really, he didn't expect the other party to do such a trick.

Just now I was too full of words, and I wasted my money, what should I do now?
Lu Cheng crossed his arms and said, "Of course I'm telling the truth. I see that the head of Ke is so upright, and I can't bear to let him work for others. Why don't you give me the money and I'll let you disciples go." How? Didn’t you just say that no amount of money is worth your disciple’s life?”

"If you keep your word, we will pay you now!" Ke Yanghong's old friend said.

"Of course, if you hand over money with one hand, you will hand over people with the other, and you will never be deceived!"

"Okay, Yang Hong, give me the money!" The cultivator at the transformation stage was surprised.

But Ke Yanghong is not like this, he really has the urge to slap his old friend to death, give money, I really give it.

He really didn't want to spend the money, all the assets in his body came from these ten years of hard work. It is no exaggeration to say that every piece of Lingshi represents a bloodshed, and now he wants to use these to exchange for ten low-level disciples life?What a joke!are they worth it?
But!What can I do now?I have said everything just now, and I have sworn an oath, is it possible that I want to go back on my word?

He really wanted to give himself two slaps, it's okay to talk cheap.

Seeing that Ke Yanghong remained silent, Lu Cheng spoke provocatively again, "What's the matter, Master Ke, are you reluctant?"

"Fart, my disciple's life is greater than the sky, how can I be reluctant!"

"That's good, 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones per person, give me the money." He stretched out his hand.

Lu Cheng didn't have a lion to open his mouth, because he was afraid that Ke Yanghong would find some excuse to escape, and 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones per person was neither too much nor too little, and he could just take it out.

The corner of Ke Yanghong's mouth twitched, and Lu Cheng took advantage of this moment to grab a disciple and come to the inn.

"Master Ke, pay the money with one hand and release the others with the other. If you don't pay me when I count to three, then I will treat you as if you think the life of your disciple is not worth 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones. Then don't blame me for being cruel." Already!"

"Fuck your shit!" Among the disciples of Biyu Tower, a young man stood up, "Our sect master Yi Bo Yuntian, we all heard what we said just now, how could we think that the life of a disciple is not as important as the spirit stone. After finishing speaking, the young man looked at the hostage in Lu Cheng's hands again, and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, the master will definitely save you!"

"En." The hostage nodded fiercely. He heard what Ke Yanghong said just now, and was very moved.

The young man received the reply from the hostage, and turned his head to salute Ke Yanghong, "Master, this apprentice is willing to be the middleman to send the spirit stone into the house."

"Okay!" The cultivator of the transformation stage who was blackmailed with 60 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones just now called out, "You are so courageous, very good, Yang Hong, give me the money."

As soon as he took the lead, someone followed suit, "Master, give me the money!"

Ke Yanghong's face was extremely unnatural. When the matter developed to this scene, he was trying to drive ducks to the shelves, so what if he didn't want to, who would make himself cheap.

He nodded fiercely, "Here!"

With a wave of his hand, the 30 yuan mid-grade spirit stone appeared out of thin air, floated up in the air, and landed on the young disciple's hand.

The young disciple walked to the door of the inn very solemnly.

"Here is the spirit stone, let him go!"

"Of course." Lu Cheng bared his teeth and let go of the hostage in a very simple manner.

The young man glanced at Lu Cheng, took two steps forward, stepped into the inn door, handed the Lingshi to Lu Cheng with his own hands, and then withdrew, "You're still trustworthy!"

"Of course, I run an inn, and I'm a businessman. In business, what I pay attention to is integrity. There are still nine of your senior brothers here. Go and ask your master for money."

The rescued hostage knelt down in front of Ke Yanghong with a plop, "Master is so kind and virtuous, this disciple will never forget it!"

Ke Yanghong was in a bad mood, but he still had to put on a kind look on his face, "It's okay, just come back, just come back, your safety is more important than anything else in my teacher's eyes."

The young man came back, "Master, I would like to send you one more time!" When he stretched out his hand, he was asking for money.

Ke Yanghong's facial muscles twitched, and another 30 yuan middle-grade spirit stone was handed over.

Every time 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones were credited to the account, Lu Cheng couldn't close his mouth. He helped Ren An break through before, and he used all the spirit stones he got. He didn't expect to make a huge profit so quickly. payment.

All ten disciples were released, plus the previous 60 yuan mid-grade spirit stone, this is a total of 360 yuan!

Of course, Lu Cheng knows that this is not Ke Yanghong's entire net worth. The most precious thing the other party has is the ring on his hand. Prepare equipment, storage ring!This one alone requires 300 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones to win. This is still the smallest space, and the price will increase exponentially if it is slightly larger.

Here, the storage ring is like a bank card in the 21st century. The larger the space, the longer the digits, a symbol of local tyrants.

But this alone is enough to make Ke Yanghong's flesh hurt. The 300 yuan middle-grade spirit stone can be said to be most of his net worth!
Now he didn't dare to send people into the inn anymore, for fear of being blackmailed again.

The situation was very embarrassing, he didn't send anyone in, and Lu Cheng didn't care, just sitting on the stone bench would end up wasting Ke Yanghong's time.

Just when Ke Yanghong was at a loss, a middle-aged woman appeared at the end of the street. She was wearing a sword uniform and carried a thin sword behind her back. Behind the middle-aged woman were hundreds of monks, all dressed in uniform, It is the second-class sect Jianzong!
"Why did they come here?" Ke Yanghong frowned. The treasure here can condense the dense fog of spiritual energy. He wants to swallow it alone. Of course, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

At the same time, the other party also saw him. The leading middle-aged woman was Gan Junyang, the head of the Sword Sect. She had an ordinary face, but she stood there like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, showing her edge all the time.

Jianzong is obsessed with swords, and Gan Junyang even gave up the condensed Yuanying and cast it into a sword embryo.

"Master Ke?"

"Master Gan, long time no see." Ke Yanghong took the initiative to walk away with his fists clasped. On the way, his mind was running fast, thinking of a set of excuses.

"Master Ke, who are you?" Gan Junyang said, looking at the group of disciples behind Ke Yanghong.

The latter smiled at first, a forced smile, "It's hard to tell."

"Could it be that the head of Ke encountered some difficulties? You and I are both righteous people. If it is convenient, you can tell me. Gan can also help you."

Ke Yanghong shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I'm not afraid of being made fun of by Sect Leader Gan. Today I specially invited two friends to gather here with my disciples. It's really for revenge."

"How do you say that?" Gan Junyang was puzzled, Ke Yanghong was also a master in the early stage of transformation, who could make him suffer.

"Master Gan didn't know. A few days ago, my disciple Jingtian accidentally got a treasure map, which was left by a Mahayana monk. He went to explore and found a top-grade spirit stone bed, which can condense spirit energy. Fog!"

"Huh?" Gan Junyang's doubts deepened. Is it a dense fog of spiritual energy?
She came out of the mountain this time because Mu Ci brought back the news that there was a thick spiritual fog in the inn. At this time, Ke Yanghong asked again that she was still standing at the door of the inn. Could there be some connection?
"Master Gan, you and I are both monks. I understand what the dense fog of spiritual energy represents, and it itself will make people covet me. On the way back to the sect, I was seriously injured by a surprise attack by the Demon Gate, and I hid in a mortal inn to rest. , Who would have thought that mortal would understand the importance of the dense fog of spiritual energy, so he would join forces with the demon cultivators to trap me and steal his treasures!" Ke Yanghong said more and more loudly, and finally became extremely excited, trembling all over .

"Master Ke, could it be that this inn is what you said?" Gan Junyang was angry when he heard this, his eyes turned cold.

She was thinking about the news brought back by Mu Ci all the way, why there would be a dense fog of spiritual energy appearing in the mortal inn, and now she understood after hearing Ke Yanghong's words, it turned out that the mortal murdered for money and took the Biyu Tower The opportunity of the big disciple!

"Exactly." Ke Yanghong nodded, "My disciple was shockingly murdered with no cultivation base. I am here today to seek justice for my disciple!"

"So that's how it is!" Gan Junyang murmured to himself, and then clasped his fists together, "To tell the truth, Master Ke, we came here this time because of this inn. Hearing me say that there is a dense fog of spiritual energy in the inn, I was really happy." Doubt, now it’s clear, it’s just Head Ke, why did you only bring people around the inn, could it be that you are still showing mercy to this vicious mortal?”

Ke Yanghong's plan succeeded, and he was ecstatic in his heart, but his face was still bitter, "Master Gan, you just came here, and you may not be clear about this place. The mortals united with the magic cultivators to set up a mysterious formation here. The inn can resist our attacks, and it can even suppress the cultivation base. When you step into the inn, you can't use your spiritual energy. This kid is very strange, and no one can deal with him inside."

"Is there such a thing?" Gan Junyang stared, looking directly at the door of the inn. Behind him, the rapier flew out of thin air and floated above his head. The fingers on his hands moved in unison. With a murderous aura, even Ke Yanghong was shocked by this aura.

Gan Junyang condensed the sword fetus and attacked Wushuang, which monks of the same level could not resist at all.

As her fingering changed, all ten flying swords headed towards the door of the inn. Listen, there was a sound of Jinming coming from the flying sword. An inn, even a mountain can be cut off!

It's a pity that she chose the wrong opponent this time. Feijian came with great momentum, but stopped one meter in front of the inn door, and then fell to the ground.

Gan Junyang was startled, and knew that this was the formation that Ke Yanghong said, but what was strange was that he didn't feel a trace of the formation, it seemed that it was laid by a formation master.

"Mu Ci, go in and catch him!"

"Master!" Mu Ci looked embarrassed.

"Go!" Gan Junyang stretched out his hand and ordered sternly.

Mu Ci looked at the master, then at Lu Cheng who was sitting at the door, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Why are you hesitating, go!" Seeing that she was not moving, Gan Junyang shouted again.

"Yes, master!" Mu Ci cupped his fists.

Among the monks, the teacher's destiny is greater than the sky, and it is irresistible.

(End of this chapter)