A monk who forms alchemy?
Xie Huan had a vague premonition in his heart.
The real sky is located outside Yuanyang Sea. Almost all the spiritual islands are under the control of the Danjie monks.
For example, the leader of the Tianlei Sect who controls Luoxia Island is the Danjie monk.
"Many people in the group are talking about this. Some people say that the people who slaughtered the island are not human beings. Everyone on the island died in a terrible way, and their hearts were ripped out. Some people say that there is a big conspiracy hidden behind it."
Ning Jiujiu held the nameplate and read out the message on it.
"What group?"
Xie Huan stepped forward and found that Ning Jiujiu was in a group called "Luoxia Island Alliance for the Rich", and messages kept popping up in it.
"Let me bring you in too. This is a very famous group on the island. There is a mixture of good and bad people in it, and there are people of all kinds. Be careful what you say."
Ning Jiujiu operated on the nameplate.
Xie Huan quickly joined the group, and messages popped up one after another:
"The death conditions of those people are difficult to describe. How could humans be so cruel?"
"Is it the Sea Clan?"
"Although the Sea Clan is mysterious and powerful, they are no different from monks like us. I think they look like evil cultivators or some kind of sea beasts."
"It is said that there are monks who are missing, but they have not been found yet."
At this time, a man named Ma An sent a message: "Stop chatting. Panic is spreading now. Many monks on the second-level spiritual energy island have begun to flee and flock to Luoxia Island in large numbers. We are all just a group of people who don't know the truth. Monk, protect yourself, the reason behind this may be far beyond our imagination."
"Listening to what this fellow Taoist said, it seems that he knows something?"
"Don't half-talk."
"Haha, could this fellow Taoist be the monk who knows the truth?"
Many expressed dissatisfaction.
Ma An posted another message: "Think about it, everyone, the Tianlei Sect has controlled the waters of the 54th District for hundreds of years, and nothing like this has ever happened. Why does it suddenly happen now? I'll stop here, everyone, think about it carefully. "
The group was quiet for a while, and someone replied: "I understand, everyone, please stop talking."
There was no further news, and they all remained silent, as if they all understood.
Only Xie Huan didn't understand... so he had to ask Ning Jiujiu for advice.
"Could they be talking about..."
Ning Jiujiu's face was full of surprise.
"That should be it."
Uncle Zhou smoked a cigarette and puffed out smoke.
"Alas." Han Wenshan sighed: "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Jiujiu, don't worry. There are three thousand monks on this island. If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. We are only in the middle stage of Qi refining, so we may not be able to do it." If it affects us, even if it affects us..."
"Stop!"
Xie Huan hurriedly stopped him and shouted: "What on earth are you talking about?"
Ning Jiujiu glanced at him and said worriedly: "Recently there are rumors on the island that the time for the master of Tianlei Sect Yu Wen to form a pill is approaching."
After saying this, Xie Huan suddenly understood.
The life and death of a monk is not only related to the monk himself, but also to all the interests involved in him.
Everyone in the group believed that the massacre of the island was due to the deadline for Yue Wen's elixir formation.
"Although the Tianlei Sect is not a good thing, it has protected a group of monks after all. The end of the warmer period is a disaster rather than a blessing for us low-level monks."
Ning Jiujiu pursed her lips, her voice a little bitter.
"Several sects in the nearby sea area, such as Xuanyin Sect, Sun Moon Sect, Coral Sect, etc., have long been eyeing the interests of Tianlei Sect. If Yu Hexu really falls, the consequences will be disastrous, and we must make some preparations as soon as possible."
Uncle Zhou said cautiously, the wrinkles on his face getting much deeper.
Xie Huan thought for a moment, and realized that the possibility they mentioned did exist.
The fall of every big boss will have a profound impact on a field.
Just like his fall, the impact on Qingyun Continent and the Great Qin Kingdom is probably incalculable. Even if there is a change of dynasties and the rise and fall of the world, it is not impossible.
And these things all involve thousands of low-level monks, and affect the fate of countless people.
However, Xie Huan always felt that the massacre of the island was not necessarily related to Yu Hehe's death, and that bad premonition lingered in his mind and could not go away.
"After returning to the island this time, I plan to rest for a while. It will be a long time and I will no longer be able to go on missions with everyone."
Uncle Zhou hesitated and said suddenly.
"Is it because of the island-slaying madman?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "Fan Xingguang has died, you need to recuperate, Han Wenshan is in seclusion, and the Langhai team is completely disbanded."
"Half and half, even if this thing hadn't happened, I would have taken some rest. As I get older, my body is not as good as it used to be." Uncle Zhou looked a little bald.
"Don't worry, Jiujiu. When Uncle Zhou has a good rest, I will be almost out of seclusion. By then, the Langhai team will only be stronger." Han Wenshan comforted him.
Xie Huan glanced at Uncle Zhou and saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he said: "With all due respect, the injuries on Uncle Zhou's body are probably irreversible. Uncle Zhou himself should be well aware of this."
"What?!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Only Uncle Zhou had a face full of bitterness and helplessness. He shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Taoist Xie is indeed very insightful. This problem of mine still cannot escape the eyesight of fellow Taoist."
"Dad! You..."
Zhou Lin was panicked and a little at a loss.
Instead, Uncle Zhou breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This rest is for a lifetime. I didn't know how to speak at first. I wanted to use the nameplate to make it clear after landing on the island, which would save me some hurt. But now that Fellow Daoist Xie has pointed it out, It’s quite calm, there’s no need to hide it.”
"I remembered!"
Zhou Lin suddenly burst into tears and said, "Dad's injuries could have been healed before, right? Last time at the Cloud Merchants Chamber of Commerce, my dad asked about the price of Bichao Dan, asking for 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Dad hesitated. If you refuse to buy it, it must be to save money and hit my first red line, woo woo."
"Silly boy, this has nothing to do with saving money or not. If you can't build a foundation, you will inevitably be hit by the loess. I have lived for one hundred and forty-seven years. Even if I don't have this injury, I don't have many days left to live."
Uncle Zhou patted Zhou Lin's shoulder lovingly: "The future depends entirely on you."
Ning Jiujiu's heart suddenly became heavy: "What are your plans next?"
"Buy some Qi-boosting pills, regulate your body safely, and live a normal life. You don't have to be sad. This is a blessing in disguise. I might be able to live a little longer."
Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "Fan Xingguang also has a son. Because of his poor talent, he has not embarked on the path of spiritual practice. I will move next door to his son so that I can take care of his descendants."
Xie Huan secretly sighed in his heart. The lifespan of monks is far longer than that of ordinary people, but they spend most of their time in seclusion. Compared with this eternity, what are hundreds of thousands of years?
Even if you practice to become a god, if you can't find the path to immortality, it will be all in vain.
Everyone was silent next.
While Uncle Zhou was comforting everyone, he also gave various instructions to Zhou Lin to teach others as much of his valuable life experience as possible.
At this time, the sea is blue and the sky is white, the clouds are like cotton wool, the sun shines through the clouds, and the breeze blows across everyone's faces, bringing a bit of coolness and a kind of sadness.
Lingzhou soon returned to Luoxia Island.
An obvious wave of spiritual power appeared over the island, covering the entire island. Thousands of people gathered on the sea, waiting for the cumbersome procedures to land on the island.
Ning Jiujiu collected the spirit boat, and the group lined up behind them. It took them a long time to complete the procedures.
After landing on the island, Uncle Zhou took Zhou Lin to say goodbye to everyone.
Han Wenshan was uncharacteristically not verbose. He just cupped his fists and raised his hands to Ning Jiujiu, saying, "Jiujiu, take care." He saluted Xie Huan to express his gratitude, and then left alone.
"I'm leaving too."
Xie Huan waved to Ning Jiujiu and headed towards the Chamber of Commerce.
He was going to sell the things he didn't need and retreat to hit the red line.
"Hey, when are you going to do a mission together again?"
Ning Jiujiu asked from behind.
"There is a chance." Xie Huan said without looking back.
"Okay, contact the nameplate."
Ning Jiujiu suddenly felt bored. The team broke up and everyone left, feeling a little empty.
The waves hit the rocks, the trees swayed in the wind, the moist breath was intertwined with the fragrance of flowers, and a group of seabirds circled over the sea, screaming happily.
She looked at the white clouds in the sky and suddenly saw Xie Huan returning. Her eyes lit up and she jumped forward: "What are you doing?"
"this is for you."
Xie Huan took out a jade slip and threw it over: "The original version of "Glory Moon Palm" is extremely powerful, so take your time and practice it."
"Okay, you, this bad guy, gave it to me before..." Ning Jiujiu was furious.
"It's true, but I've modified it a bit to lower its power, so that you won't fail to practice properly and go crazy." Xie Huan casually made up a reason.
"So, you're still doing it for me?" Ning Jiujiu looked dubious.
"Of course." Xie Huan said sincerely.
"Okay, I believe it, thank you." Ning Jiujiu's tone softened.
Xie Huan smiled slightly, patted Ning Jiujiu's head, then turned and left.
At this time, the sunlight penetrated the barrier protecting the island and spread into colorful colors, falling on the two people in mottled colors.
This kind of wonder is the origin of the name of Luoxia Island.
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"Back to the Immortal Master, these items are all very good. Our store's appraiser estimated them at 2,500 low-grade spiritual stones."
In Canglong Chamber of Commerce, Xiao Kui sweetly quoted the price.
She tried hard to show her charming and elegant side, hoping to make Xie Huan feel comfortable.
Xie Huan's position in her heart has risen from a potential stock to a value stock.
Not long ago, I just made tens of thousands of transactions, and now I have brought in thousands of dollars of business. This is simply the God of Wealth.
"I suggest that your store change to another appraiser, otherwise it will affect your store's business."
Xie Huan replied expressionlessly.
These things are worth three to four thousand at least. They are really dark.
Ordinary monks can only get a few hundred for completing a mission. They can steal one or two thousand from others just by talking.
Negotiating the price is just like another battle. It requires clear cognition, stable emotions, good communication, tenacity and patience, and control over the price.
This is also an art.
"The immortal master is joking."
Xiaokui covered her mouth and smiled, hiding the embarrassment on her face.
"Aren't you guys joking too?"
Xie Huan glanced at her and replied calmly.
