Cultivating Master In City

Murong Yinan's original intention was to take a car to Shuangyang ridge, but Zhou Yi was very anxious. He directly dragged Murong Yinan to heaven and flew towards Shuangyang ridge with a flying sword.

"This is the art of flying with the sword?" Murong Yinan shouted excitedly in the sky.

"Don't be so loud. When flying the sword, because there is a protective barrier, it naturally shields the friction and airflow of the air, and it can keep warm." Zhou Yi said faintly, and then asked, "won't you be the first time flying the sword?"

Murong Yinan was embarrassed, but in front of Zhou Yi, who was regarded as the goal of his life, he certainly didn't admit it. He just said, "I'm too busy to practice flying with my sword."

"Have time to practice well. After you can fly with the sword, you will like the feeling of flying freely in the sky."

Murong Yinan nodded and looked curiously at the scene around him. He looked at the county town at his feet, the small beetle like car running on the road, and the people like ants.

"Can they see us?"

"When you walk, are you used to looking at the sky? Besides, when we are in the sky, they see us as a black spot at most. They thought it was some bird flying over."

Zhou Yi intentionally or unintentionally taught himself how to control flying sword flight on the road, because he knew that Murong Yinan was a arrogant guy. He would never accept teaching him positively as a master. Therefore, he integrated some experience of sword defense into some gossip and told Murong Yinan. Sure enough, Murong Yinan listened and soon if he realized something, he bowed his head and meditated next to him.

"Here we are."

"So fast?"

Murong Yinan woke up from his meditation and looked up. They had landed on a mountain. In front of them was a dilapidated Taoist temple. I don't know where the plaque on the Taoist temple has been lost, and the mountain gate is almost collapsed.

Murong Yinan saw this place in the photos and knew that this was the nameless Taoist temple of Shuangyang ridge. It seems that it was a famous Taoist temple before. After its fall, few people know the name of the Taoist temple.

"Here it is. Xiaoyi, are you sure you know the leader of this Taoist temple? It's said that she is an old woman with a strange temperament."

Zhou Yi nodded and walked towards the Taoist temple. But I heard a sad scream coming from a distance, not from the Taoist temple, but from the valley between the two peaks of Shuangyang ridge, about five or six miles away from here.

Zhou Yi grabbed Murong Yinan, stepped on the flying sword and sped away in the direction of the scream. In a short time, he came to the place where the scream came out. When he looked closely, he saw a group of people in black fighting around an old Taoist priest. There were more than 20 people in black lying on the ground. The people in black also had blood stains on their bodies, It turned out that the old Taoist had the upper hand.

Take a closer look, it's not the people in black around the old Taoist, but the old Taoist around these people in black. A man in black wanted to escape, but he was wrapped around his ankle by an invisible silk thread. In an instant, his ankle was broken, and blood burst out. The guy fell to the ground with a scream.

"What a cruel old Taoist."

Zhou Yi is not surprised at all. The cultivation of old Taoist Jingan is unfathomable, especially her determination. Zhou Yi is also a rare one. The immovable Vajra skill of the old Taoist nun is a unique skill, even stronger than the fasting sword formula. It is only because the practitioners are required to have too high qualifications and aspirations, the process is too hard, and it needs more opportunities. The immortal world only knows that the fasting sword formula of Cihang sect is very strong, but does not know the power of immovable Vajra skill.

But when I saw old Taoist nun Jing'an standing there quietly, with her bare hands and sometimes punching out, a man in black screamed and flew out. As for the swords cut by those people in black, they were bounced away without touching the edge of her clothes.

"There are guests coming, you evil guests. It's time to roll the ball!" old Taoist Jing'an saw Zhou Yi at a glance. While saying this faintly, she waved her hands and feet and hit all the people in black with only one move.

"Salute abbess Jing'an!" Zhou Yi landed in mid air, saluted old Taoist aunt Jing'an respectfully, and winked at Murong Yinan.

Although Murong Yinan is a proud man, he always respects the strong. Just watching the old Taoist beside him is like an adult beating a child. He has been very impressed by the group of martial artists who only have at least Huajing cultivation. Therefore, he followed Zhou Yi to salute the old Taoist of Jing'an: "I'm Murong Yinan. I've seen abbess Jing'an."

"Well, two younger generations, you can't have the same purpose as them?"

"Why did the elder say so?"

"Hey, hey, I've questioned them. They said they wanted me to grow this valley. They also said that their master bet with someone. That person seems to be a very smelly guy. What's his name again..."

"Abbess Jing'an, don't turn around and hurt me. You're right, but I want this land. I don't know if abbess Jing'an can give up her love?"

"Of course others don't give it, but if you want it, Zhou Yi, I'm afraid you don't want it. This land is yours."

"What? It's so simple?" Murong Yinan heard Zhou Yi say that he could easily take the land, but it's a bit too easy.

"Young man, Zhou Yi is kind to our sect, not to mention the land. Even if he wants my broken house, he can take it at will."

"Thank you, abbess."

Zhou Yi looks around and looks at the man in black who fell to the ground. He either hurt his hand or broke his leg. Everyone was hurt and lost his combat effectiveness, but not fatal. Old Taoist Jing'an has a sense of propriety.

"Abbess, these people are not sent by Jin yunqi to demolish them?"

"It seems that my surname is Jin or something. Anyway, my land is my ration field. How can I give it to them? These bastards still want to rob me. Hey hey, my old Taoist aunt hasn't robbed me these years. They have come to rob me? I'm so angry. Of course I can't spare them."

"Abbess, do you think you've done such unprofitable business before?"

"Yes? Did I? Did you hear me wrong?" old Taoist Jingan denied her slip of the tongue just now, changed the topic and said, "the master is in the cave behind the Taoist temple. During the retreat, do you want me to ask her to come out and meet you?"

"No, let elder martial Sister Li have a good retreat. We'll just meet tomorrow. We have a lot of time."

"Also, if these two feelings last for a long time, will they be day and night?"

"Cough, abbess, don't you ask me what I want this land for?"

"No matter what I do, as long as you give me the rent."

"Still need rent?"

"Of course. Are you still taking it for nothing?"

"I thought this land was given for nothing because of my friendship with abbess."

"The earth belongs to the school, not mine. If it belongs to me, you can take it for nothing. Of course, if you are a member of our school, it's another matter."

"Abbess, don't you also want me to enter your Cihang sect?"

"Why not?"

"I already have a mentor."

"That doesn't matter. You can come to our Cihang sect. There are many big girls and little daughters-in-law of our Cihang sect. You can choose whichever you like."

"Abbess, you seem to talk a lot today."

"Are there many? There are many, but not many."

"But I don't know how much rent nun will charge?"

Old Taoist Jing'an stretched out a finger. Zhou Yi guessed, "one million a year?"

"No, one stone a month."

"Abbess, you just said, what have you done before?"

"Hey, xiaoyizi, I heard about your local tyrant's deeds at the auction. Why, can't you take out this best spirit stone?"

"OK, abbess, I admit I have some money. However, the price is too high. At most, one top-grade spirit stone a year."

"No, go slowly!"

"Abbess, you turn your face faster than you turn a book."

"Do you still want to fight with me? I let you last time. Now I can do the three strongest sword moves. It depends on how you deal with me."

"Who said to fight? I know I can't beat you, abbess. Let's continue to bargain."

"But you cut the price too much. Well, 100 top-grade spirit stones a month."

"Abbess, isn't a hundred top-grade spirit stones a top-grade spirit stone?"

"Well, that's fifty dollars."

"Ten dollars!"

"Forty dollars!"

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After a lot of words, Zhou Yi finally reached an agreement with the old Taoist nun of Jing'an, and contracted the valley between the two peaks of Shuangyang ridge at the price of 32 top-grade spiritual stones per month, 60 middle-grade spiritual stones and 30 lower grade spiritual stones.

"Brother Nan, pay."

Murong Yinan didn't interrupt. He was deeply impressed by the old Taoist's philistine and Zhou Yi's shrewdness. Although it is said that more than 30 top-grade spirit stones are not much for the Murong family, renting a valley with poor mountains and rivers will never be approved by the board of directors.

However, Murong Yinan didn't hesitate too much. He immediately paid a one-year deposit, which made Jing'an old Taoist sister's old face smile.

After completing the land leasing procedures, Zhou Yi jumped into the sky, looked at it from a commanding position, jumped down, took out a pen and paper, brushed a little bit, drew a sketch on the paper and handed it to Murong Yinan.

"Nange, find an engineering team to construct as soon as possible according to this sketch. As long as the general framework is completed, stones and wood can be obtained locally, not modern reinforced cement. It's best to finish it for me within a month."