Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

At the foot of Ziyun Peak, there is a piece of white snow.

The mountain is lush and green.

The mountains and rocks stand in a forest, the flowers and plants are fragrant, the animals and insects are chirping, a scene full of vitality.

Thousands of disciples under the sect, some meditate, some practice, some read history, some grow flowers, a peaceful and good time.

Unlike the struggle at the foot of the mountain, all the disciples who worship into the immortal sect, even the lowest outer disciples, are treated much better!

Not to mention the spiritual sand and spiritual stones for cultivation every month, at the beginning of cultivation, they can get a pill for cleansing tendons and cutting marrow, and in half a year, they can also get a Qi-refining pill for improving cultivation!

These disciples have no worries about food and clothing. The only worry is the annual competition of each peak and the Qingyang Sect competition every five years.

Their cultivation itself is the purpose!

But where do they get food, clothing and other expenses?

Isn’t it the group of spiritual plant husbands at the foot of the mountain who work hard all day but can barely make ends meet?

There are ten halls on Ziyun Peak, and the highest status belongs to the Transmission Hall.

The elder of the Transmission Hall is called Zhu Qi, who is only fifty-five years old and has reached the sixth level of foundation building.

Of course, with his realm, he naturally cannot do without a Taoist partner, and most of his descendants are disciples of Ziyun Peak.

At this moment, Song Yunxi knelt on the cushion with his head down, not daring to look at his uncle Zhu Qi's eyes, but his hands, which were not placed somewhere, were always rubbing.

"Yunxi."

"Aunt...disciple is here!"

Zhu Qi walked back and forth in the Transmission Hall with his hands behind his back.

"You are active by nature, and you can't stay in Ziyun Peak for a few days a year. I am still very pleased that you are willing to retreat for two years this time!"

Song Yunxi was happy in his heart, it seems that this day is finally coming!

"Master taught me well!"

"Forget it, forget it, being a shop owner in Ziyun Peak is not bad!" Zhu Qi walked to Song Yunxi and continued, "I said at the beginning that the position of shop owner in Baishe Market can only wait for you for two years. If you can't meet the minimum requirement of shop owner after two years - the eighth level of Qi Refining, then Baishe Market will have nothing to do with you! From now on, you should stay in Ziyun Peak to practice honestly. It's better not to do that ridiculous business!"

Song Yunxi didn't dare to interrupt.

At this time, whatever his uncle said was what it was.

As long as he could become the shop owner, it didn't matter if he knelt for three days and three nights!

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, two years really made you succeed!" Zhu Qi smiled and stroked it back, "Although your mother has no spiritual roots, you are still a seedling of cultivation!"

"What a pity... What a pity... If you can calm down, although you can't compare with Mo Junqing, I'm afraid you are not much worse than Li Shangxian..."

Song Yunxi's ears are about to be callused after hearing this sentence.

Practice hard?

Only a fool would be willing to practice hard!

Eating, drinking, and having fun every day, strolling around the Wenxiang Pavilion, and sleeping with female Taoist friends, isn't it nice?

Anyway, you can't become a golden elixir, and you can't live a few more years, so why not enjoy yourself in time?

Earn more spiritual stones, drink more pots of spiritual wine, how happy!

"After you go down, remember to be diligent. Collect more resources for Ziyun Peak, and the annual grain tax cannot be less than a penny. Remember? The White Snake Market is not small, enough for you to toss!"

"Disciple remember!"

Song Yunxi clasped his fists, still without raising his head.

"Go!"

Song Yunxi slowly stood up and stepped out of the Transmission Hall.

However, as soon as he went out, he instantly sacrificed his long sword, tiptoed, and went down the mountain at the fastest speed!

Outside the hall, Zhu Qi looked at his nephew who seemed to be running for his life. Even though he had practiced for many years and had a calm heart, he still couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

...

The winter wind is very cold, and it is even more piercing when flying with a sword.

However, no matter how cold the weather was, it couldn't resist Song Yunxi's fiery heart!

"Fangshi, here I come!"

"Wenxiang Pavilion! Here I come!"

When he thought that he had finally become the owner of the White Snake Fangshi, he almost couldn't close his mouth.

Originally, the owner of a Fangshi would not be easily replaced unless he died of old age.

There were a total of 34 Fangshi at the foot of Ziyun Peak, and the longest-serving Fangshi had worked for a full 60 years!

60 years?

How many disciples of Ziyun Peak died?

But he stood firm!

Song Yunxi originally thought that he would never have the opportunity to become the owner of a Fangshi in his life. After all, even if someone stepped down, it would not be his turn.

There were still many direct descendants of the peak owner waiting in line.

But unexpectedly, the secret realm two years ago made a great contribution!

The evil spirit that came out of nowhere killed 9 Fangshi who were watching the fun, and now a lot of positions were vacant.

At first, Song Yunxi was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he did not meet the requirements of being the master of the shop, but his uncle also took great efforts and lost face to buy him two years!

In the past two years, Song Yunxi seemed to have changed his nature. He did nothing and practiced hard every day.

Finally!

Before the agreed time, he successfully broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

And he, naturally, became the master of the White Snake Shop!

Now the White Snake Shop has set up a banquet, just waiting for him to take office!

However, Song Yunxi's first stop was not there, but the Ancient Dust Shop.

The flying sword fell, and Song Yunxi stopped in front of the Wenxiang Pavilion.

Hongyan, who was sitting at the door, heard the movement and hurried out to greet him, but as soon as she saw who was coming, the other party stepped on the flying sword again and left...

"Song Yunxi? He's back?"

"Why did he leave again?"

Hongyan was puzzled. She hadn't seen this person for two years. She didn't expect that he didn't come in after coming!

Didn't Song Yunxi want to come in?

When he was cultivating, he often missed the female cultivators in Wenxiang Pavilion. This time he came down the mountain, he naturally wanted to release some energy.

However, happiness should be shared.

He still had to share this good news with his brothers!

The flying sword fell again, and Song Yunxi pushed open the door of the 123 grain station. The sleepy Mei Hua burst into tears of joy the moment she saw him.

"Boss... Boss, you, you are finally back."

"Haha! I am back, but I have to leave in two days."

"Leave? Where are you going?"

The mood that was just like a sunflower suddenly sank to the bottom again.

"Don't worry, I will take you wherever I go this time! I guarantee that you will have a good life in the future! I will also let you know how wise it was to follow me in the first place."

Song Yunxi was in such a good mood that he began to speak with some sloppy words.

"Really?"

"Of course! By the way, where is my brother Chen now? I'll go find him."

"He? He should still be in the fields. In the past two years, whenever Fellow Daoist Chen comes to the market, he will come to ask about you."

Song Yunxi smiled and nodded: "Okay! Let's go, you lead the way, we'll go pick up Brother Chen!"

"Yes!"

Mei Hua trembled and stood on the flying sword, and the two of them soared into the air, cutting through the sky.

...

"Are you sure you saw Song Yunxi?"

"Master, the man who just flew the sword was him!" Cui Ji said respectfully.

Niu Youliang stood up: "Let's go! Follow me to see him!"

"But..."

"But what?"

"He just appeared not long ago and left with his shop boy."