In the early morning, Ye Ling ate a bowl of plain noodles and returned to the inn to see Xu Hong waking up and sitting by the bed.
His body was taken away by the great demon in the Immortal Realm, but his spiritual consciousness was still alive and he could still wake up. Xu Hong naturally had some unknown tricks, but Ye Ling didn't ask much.
After listening to Ye Ling's story, Xu Hong changed his face several times, and finally smiled and said: "I'm just saying, if you survive a disaster, there will be a next time!"
Ye Ling put the jade ring in the palm of his hand and presented it to Xu Hong: "Many Taoist tools and spiritual stones in the main hall are included. If you want, you can take them!"
Ye Ling was sincere and there was nothing false about it.
However, Xu Hong shook his head slightly, flicked the folding fan and said: "If it weren't for the fight between my greed and power, and if I didn't listen to you and leave as soon as possible, I wouldn't have been involved in this fatal situation. Ye Zi, you saved me again. My life has been reborn with grace, how can I take your things again? This is rude!"
Although Xu Hong was bohemian and outspoken, he was still a disciple of Confucianism and was upright.
Ye Ling said: "In this way, if it weren't for you, I would have stayed away from right and wrong long ago, and I would not be able to obtain this wealth. Destiny has brought us together, and you and I are indispensable. Brother Xu, please don't refuse."
After Ye Ling persuaded him again and again, Xu Hong nodded and agreed: "In that case, it's all up to you, Ye Zi, what you want to give me, I have no other say."
Hanging on Xu Hong's waist is a mysterious jade pendant, which is also a Taoist storage device. This treasure was made by his master, the great scholar Lu Mingqian, but it is much smaller than the jasper finger ring of the Demon Saint.
Only then did Ye Ling use his spiritual power to explore the jade finger and count the contents inside.
The space in the jasper finger is several feet wide, surrounded by a layer of chaotic void, with the demon clan's dao patterns glowing faintly. These are the Dao patterns set by the Demon Saint. Ye Ling cannot look directly at them, let alone understand them.
The surrounding area is now filled with various Taoist artifacts, spiritual stones, elixirs, elixirs, precious materials, and techniques. Half of the treasures in the hall are in it.
There are more than 400 Huang-level and Xuan-level Taoist artifacts, and two earth-level Taoist artifacts: a low-grade earth-level Taoist fan, a water, fire, and universe fan; and a middle-grade earth-level Taoist weapon, a wind and rain horned dragon stick.
Ye Ling gave half of the Huangjie and Xuanjie Taoist tools to Xu Hong, and also gave him the Water, Fire, and Universe Fan.
Xu Hong likes this fan very much, but with his current level of cultivation, he does not dare to hold it in his hand and show off in the market.
Earth-level Taoist artifacts are also rare treasures, and even monks in the Immortal Realm may snatch them away, so they can only be kept in the jade pendant.
Divide the Taoist tools into spiritual stones. There are 5,000 pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, 1,000 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, and 300 pieces of high-grade spiritual stones.
Ye Ling could only receive two low-grade spiritual stones from the sect every month. Now that he had such a quantity, he no longer had to worry about not having enough spiritual stones, which would affect his practice.
Even so, he still gave half of the spirit stone to Xu Hong. Xu Hong did not refuse. After all, he had never dared to imagine such a number of spiritual stones.
Xu Hong did not accept the remaining fairy grass and spiritual elixirs, saying: "These Taoist tools and spiritual stones are already a great blessing. You can keep the remaining leaves for yourself!"
Xu Hong stood up, feeling relaxed and said with a smile: "This time when I go down the mountain, I can get a lot of treasures and a close friend. It's really a joy in life! Ye Zi, we have to have a drink to soothe our feelings!"
Ye Ling also smiled and picked up the wine gourd at his waist and said: "There are still a lot of Zuiyun Nian, you and I will stop drinking once we get drunk!"
"Get drunk and then you'll rest!"
The two of them were in the room, asking the waiter to bring them wine and food, and they drank until late at night.
Lying on the bed, Xu Hongda was drunk and said with a smile: "Zi Zi, when I was in the academy, the sect rules were very strict, and people in the same school were constantly fighting with each other, without any courtesy, justice or shame. If I hadn't met you here, Ye Zi, I would have really Don’t know where to go.”
Ye Ling was also drunk and replied: "I am different from you. In the sect, I only have three senior brothers and no restrictions. However, because of this, I am hated by the other eight peak disciples of the sect, who always plot against us secretly. , When I go back this time, I don’t know what tricks and plots there will be.”
Xu Hong raised his head and sighed, then chanted loudly: "
At night, we drink and dream together, and the story repeats itself as an old sorrow.
If you understand the immortal way of longevity, what do you want to do even if you transcend the mortal world?
Life is like floating catkins that follow the wind far away, and my heart is like a whetstone to stop the flow in vain.
Don't be lonely, poor and drunk, and finally overturn Lingzhou with one hand! "
"Finally, I can overturn Lingzhou with one hand. I can finally overturn Lingzhou with one hand! It's so obvious!"
…
The next morning, the two of them woke up leisurely, checked out of the room, found a corner downstairs, sat down to have wine, and listened to the chatter of the drinkers around them:
"City Lord Song is gone, who should I hand over to Qinglin City?"
"I heard that there was a rebellion in the Daqian Dynasty, and His Majesty the Emperor is seriously ill. I'm afraid something big is going to happen!"
"You haven't heard that our Dazhu Kingdom has returned to the dynasty. The new city lord of Qinglin City is a member of the Dazhu Kingdom. Although his cultivation is far less than that of Song City Lord, he is at least connected with the people in the court. Song City Lord With this kind of relationship, I won’t die alone.”
"Things have changed, and the Dazhu Kingdom has been away from the DPRK for hundreds of years. What will happen even if it comes back? The forces in the DPRK are complicated, and I am afraid it will be unsustainable!"
Everyone is pessimistic and wonders where the dynasty will go.
Ye Ling and Xu Hong were not worried. People who were born in this world should abandon these things and just calm down and calm down.
The two of them were full of wine and food, and walked out of the market to the center of the city.
The Holy Spirit Continent, the land of the Five Domains, is vast and boundless. If you only measure on foot, you may not be able to get involved in everything in your lifetime.
Fortunately, generations of Taoist monks have set up teleportation arrays in various places. With just a few spirit stones, they can travel hundreds of thousands of miles away in an instant and relieve the trapped space.
These teleportation circles are shared by monks and can be used by everyone. However, this management right is controlled by the major dynasties, and charging some appropriate fees can be considered a considerable income.
When the monks travel far away, they don't care about these Xu Lingshi, and they don't want to cause trouble to the dynasty, so it has been like this for thousands of years.
The two came to the center of the city. There was a vast open space. In the middle was a stone platform with dense Taoist patterns, which was ancient and mysterious. The outside was marked by the Eight Trigrams Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Likun, and Dui; the inside was lined with eight gates: Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Death, Jing, Kai, the Five Elements of Dark Luck, all four images are included.
There are more than a dozen soldiers standing guard around them. On the right side of the steps, there is a stone table and a clerk, making records of transactions.
People come and go in the large formation, and they have to pay ten low-grade spiritual stones each time before they can pass.
However, ten low-grade spiritual stones were already a drop in the bucket for the two of them.
As the saying goes, "A man cannot prosper without a windfall, and a horse cannot fatten without night grass." Ye Ling already knows this truth. After returning to the mountain, he will practice hard in seclusion. If he is not satisfied with the Taoist aperture, he will never leave the seclusion!
The two of them came to the steps, paid twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, and were about to go up the steps, but were unexpectedly stopped by a group of people coming down from above.
Several soldiers cleared the way, causing people to step aside and shout loudly: "The new Lord of Qinglin City, Mr. Xu is here!"
From the center of the formation, within the pillar of light, a group of people slowly walked out, led by a man dressed as a middle-aged scribe, riding a red flame dragon pony, with a solemn expression and no anger or authority.
Ye Ling raised his eyes and had no impression of this person. Instead, he saw a follower behind him and frowned.
It was an old man in black robes with gray hair named Mo Weng. When Ye Ling was in the Baimang Forest, he rescued Xu Yang and Xiandie, but the enemy he faced was Mo Weng and others.
It was only a one-time encounter and there was no interaction between them, so Mo Weng did not recognize Ye Ling and followed the new city lord to the city lord's mansion.
Xu Hong gently shook his folding fan and said with a smile: "I think the cultivation of this new city lord is only at the Lingxu realm. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Qinglin City. He alone may not be able to deter all forces!"
In the Five Realms, strength is the most important thing. If you don't have enough cultivation, it will be difficult for you to be taken seriously no matter where you go, let alone manage a party.
Ye Ling waved his hand and said: "What does this matter have to do with you and me? It's better to hurry up and hurry up and don't delay."
Ye Ling was worried. He collected many treasures from the Demon Saint's tomb, including many powerful talents and hundreds of casual cultivators who witnessed it with his own eyes.
If they spread this matter, Ye Ling will definitely become the target of public criticism and attract others to murder him. Therefore, he would consider returning to the sect as soon as possible and stay in seclusion to avoid the wind and waves.
Ye Ling is not a timid person, but he is not stupid or reckless either. He naturally understands that doing more is worse than doing less.
The two men and other monks stood in the center of the formation, and an invisible force immediately aroused the whole body. Then his eyesight went dark, and his whole body was shaking continuously, as if he had suffered a big shock.
After about a few breaths, Ye Ling opened his eyes again and changed location, arriving in another fairy city.
This place is closer to Wentian Sect, saving Ye Ling a lot of effort.
When they came to the edge of the city, Xu Hong cupped his hands and said: "Ye Zi, we say goodbye today. I don't know when we will meet again. You and I will cherish each other. See you later!"
"See you later!"
Ye Ling stepped away with his feet. Xu Hongzhong turned back to the city and used the formation to teleport back to the sect.
A few days later, Ye Ling crossed a desolate sea and finally returned to the gate of Wentian Sect.
