"It's almost more than a thousand, and we won't use that much. All the talismans we make every day can be sold to Zifengtai. But we can't sell them all at once. A sudden increase in sales will inevitably arouse suspicion, so we have to do it step by step... "
Ling Xiao thought to himself.
His current success rate in making second-level talismans has exceeded 40%.
This secret must not be exposed, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.
In the history of Beiliang Kingdom, no one has ever achieved such a high success rate.
This sentence was told to him by Qingluan Shu.
After arranging the talismans, Ling Xiao got up and left the city.
Arrive at Chenjia Mountain.
The ruins of the County Prince's Mansion have been completely razed, and a huge manor has been re-erected on the top of the mountain, with a brand new plaque hanging at the door.
Qingfeng Villa.
The door is open, and you can vaguely see the busy figures inside through the formation light curtain.
Ling Xiao took out the token and opened the magic circle.
"Brother Ling, you are here!"
A dark-skinned young man walked towards him, much darker than Ling Xiao, with a hearty smile on his face.
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said, "Xiaobai, how is Lingmi doing lately?"
This young man was Bailuchuan, the young disciple of Qingfeng Temple, and one of the disciples who had the best relationship with Ling Xiao.
At that time, everyone called him "white", but they didn't expect that when he grew up, he would be as black as coal.
"The harvest is almost here, and the output is definitely much better than last year." Bailuchuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.
"Brother Ling!"
"Junior Brother Ling!"
"Long time no see!"
More than twenty people came from all over the villa and surrounded Ling Xiao.
"Damn, you guys took the opportunity to be lazy!"
Ling Xiao smiled and asked everyone to sit down.
The senior brothers have a deep friendship with each other, so there is no need to be formal.
Three years ago, Ling Xiao used the information provided by Xiongshi Trading Company to find the hometowns of each of his fellow sects one by one.
Everyone's life was pretty much the same - their cultivation was ruined, they fell into the mortal world overnight, their masters were wronged, and they suffered humiliation from around them. Many people couldn't make it through.
Ling Xiao was also in a bad situation at that time, so rushing to help them would bring disaster to them, and he couldn't even find out their whereabouts.
It wasn't until later that Ling Xiao borrowed Jiang Yu's help to finally give some help to his former classmates.
In the end, only these 24 people remained in Qingfengguan, which was full of peaches and plums.
After the Qingfengguan injustice case was settled, Ling Xiao took them back to Chenjia Mountain, built the Qingfeng Villa and settled down there. He also used Tongxi Black Jade Ointment to help them heal their damaged meridians and Dantian, and help them return to the path of cultivation. .
Although their cultivation level was abolished once, it would be difficult for them to reach a high level of Qi refining in this life.
But it is still very easy to keep fit and ensure that you are disease-free and pain-free for the rest of your life.
Ling Xiao led everyone to plant spiritual rice and taught them how to make talismans again.
Nowadays, everyone lives a self-sufficient and carefree life in Qingfeng Villa, which may be more in line with their original intention of worshiping Qingfeng Temple back then.
As for rebuilding Qingfeng Temple, everyone saw that Ling Xiao had no intention of doing so, so they didn't mention it.
Ling Xiao chatted with everyone, and after answering some questions about spiritual plants and talismans, he got up and walked to the backyard of the villa.
Today, Qingfeng Villa is divided into a front yard and a backyard.
The front yard belonged to Bailuchuan and the others, while the back yard was given to the family members of the county prince's mansion led by Mrs. Xia He, who also planted spiritual fields.
After all, Bailuchuan and others do not have such a high level of cultivation to plant.
The reason why Mrs. Xia He and the others are here is because they cannot stay in Linfeng City any longer.
Although Zifengtai and the City Lord's Mansion did not embarrass them, being labeled as "the remnants of the Xiao family" still made them taste the warmth and coldness of human nature.
After Qingfeng Guan was rehabilitated, everything Ling Xiao experienced was transferred to them.
Even worse.
The people seemed to feel that this was the only way to make up for the injustice suffered by Qingfengguan.
The consequences of inflicting insults on the "Qingfengguan remnant" in the past must also be borne by the current "Xiao family remnant"!
Look at us people, how innocent and kind we are!
Hate the bad guys and praise the good guys.
If the whole world could be as true, kind and beautiful as we are, then the world would really be peaceful.
Xia He and others couldn't stay in Linfeng City any longer, and Ling Xiao couldn't bear them to come out every night to clean up the feces and urine at the door, so they arranged to move to Chenjia Mountain.
Anyway, if you want to plant spiritual rice and spiritual grass, it would be more suitable to plant them on Mount Chenjia, which has spiritual veins.
There is also an acre of second-level spiritual land on the mountain. Bailuchuan and the others cannot plant it, so it is just left to Xia He and the others. On Xia He's side, there happened to be a spiritual eye monk who could help deal with the rice monster problem.
In addition, there are senior Qi refiners like Zhao Bingyan and Xia He sitting in charge, so ordinary monks don't dare to come and disturb Wangan.
It really kills multiple birds with one stone.
"Hey, rare visitor!"
As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Zhao Bingyan standing in the field.
"What are you doing here?"
She asked casually while casting spells to take care of Linggu.
Under the moonlight, I could see that there was a lot of mud on her body, but she was still as charming and charming as the thorny rose that grew wildly in the scattered pile.
"Just take a look, why are you alone?" Ling Xiao squatted on the edge of the field and asked.
"It's hard work!"
Zhao Bingyan shrugged and continued: "Some are practicing, and some have gone to Huangsong City to discuss some cooperation there, and want to send the talismans made by the young masters to the front line."
Ling Xiao chuckled and said, "It's good if it can be sold."
Due to their sensitive status, Xiongshi Trading Company was not suitable to come forward in this kind of matter, so they had to use the channels of Songshan Sword Sect, which would inevitably result in some concessions.
In fact, it would be better to cooperate with the black market in this matter. After all, both parties are our own people.
However, Ling Xiao had no intention of taking the lead.
So far, his protection of Xiongshi Trading Company has been regarded as "moral". People still don't know that Xiongshi Trading Company is Ling Xiao's private property.
Ling Xiao and Zhao Bingyan, one on the shore and the other in the field, chatted casually for a while.
At this time, several rays of light flew from the sky and circled down on Chenjia Mountain.
"Huh?"
Ling Xiao and Zhao Bingyan were both startled.
The two of them didn't know each other in Dunguang.
Who will come to Chenjia Mountain?
Just when it was strange, a weak fluctuation of mana came from the front yard.
Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
Zhao Bingyan in the field was also stunned for a moment, then showed a strange expression and glanced at Ling Xiao.
"Young people nowadays are so crazy. They actually knock on the door in broad daylight. Do you want me to help you deal with it?" she asked.
"Yes, but not necessary."
Ling Xiao chuckled and strode towards the front yard.
At the gate of the manor, there were several young men and women standing in rich and colorful clothes, both male and female, with arrogant expressions. The leader of the group was holding a fluorescent sword in his hand.
The sword pointed at Bailuchuan, who was slumped on the ground.
A deep wound was made on Bailuchuan's wrist, blood gurgled out, and his face turned slightly pale from the pain.
"Who are you, and why are you running wild on Chenjia Mountain?" Bailuchuan asked sharply.
