"Friends from the water channel," the bald head said tremblingly: "The goods you want are ready. Please, please accept them."
After saying that, he turned around and motioned to a young man behind him.
The young man pursed his lips, seemingly reluctantly. Under the gaze of the bald head, he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it over.
Yang Zhen took it inexplicably, and with a sweep of her consciousness, there was a large pile of roughly refined black iron and fine gold inside!
"What is this for?" he asked in surprise.
"Isn't this what you, want, want?" Baldhead explained, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and he obviously sensed something was wrong.
After a while, both parties finally figured out that this was a misunderstanding.
It turned out that the bald man actually thought they were monks from Sangzhou!
"The senior sister behind you is so young and already has a foundation-building cultivation. We, we thought, this must be a traitor cultivator from Sangzhou!" Bald Head muttered.
"Why can't we be sect disciples?" Yang Zhen asked.
"How did I know that disciples of the sect would also come to a remote place like ours?" The bald head sneered.
"So, you just handed over the fine gold?"
"Well, when the Sangzhou thieves came here last time, they told us to prepare two months' worth of goods at all times, otherwise we will leave them alone!" the bald head said with a sad face.
"Holy shit!" Yang Zhen cursed and had nothing to say for a moment.
"Okay, you guys can rest. We'll talk about other things tomorrow morning!" He waved his hand.
He knew how to open the door, and originally wanted to spend the night in this courtyard. However, looking at the mess inside and the various unpleasant smells, forget it and go to the mountains to find a place to feel comfortable.
The next day, Yang and Zhao called everyone together and counted their heads. There were three monks and thirty-one mortals in total.
He didn't bother to remember the names of these three monks. Anyway, they were all named Hou. The oldest bald one was Hou Da, the youngest one who took out the storage bag was Hou San, and the other Hou Er.
Among them, Hou Daxiu has nine levels of Qi training, Hou Er has seven levels of Qi training, and Hou Three has only four levels of Qi training.
Although Hou Da's cultivation level is higher than that of Yang Zhen, he is so sophisticated that he dare not show any disrespect to the disciples of the sect, not to mention that there is Zhao Yue'er who is in the foundation building stage behind him.
Yang Zhen took out a large amount of clothes directly from the space and ordered these mortals to take a good bath at the stream not far away. Although when you work as a miner for a day, you will definitely be dirty when you come back at night, but daily cleaning can still be done and prevent various diseases.
The three monks, under his orders, cleaned up the small courtyard.
He went around the yard and, together with Yiyi, arranged a natural illusion formation that overlapped.
Although the people of Hekawakami believed that the possibility of attack in this place was low, they had to be prepared for a rainy day and these precautions could not be neglected.
As long as there are enough spirit stones, the illusion formation can last until the day they leave.
The courtyard looked brand new after cleaning, but he and Zhao Yue'er still built another small wooden house in a mountain col a hundred and twenty feet away as their residence.
At this distance, Yiyi and Zhao Yue'er's spiritual consciousness can pay attention to the small courtyard at any time, and they can arrive in time if there is any situation.
In addition, the frantic Yang Zhen deployed several overlapping formations around the wooden house, in the bushes twenty feet away from the small courtyard, near the entrance of the mine, and other places. At the same time, people in the small courtyard are warned that they cannot set foot in these places at will, and they can only take fixed routes in and out of the courtyard, etc.
There was once a miner who refused to listen and entered it by mistake. He was unable to get out for most of the day and cried until he was hoarse before being released by Yang Zhen, who had returned from cultivation.
From then on, no one dared to disobey their warning.
Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er also spent a very pleasant time in this valley.
The two of them were either practicing together, climbing the cliff, swimming and fishing in the lake, or chasing and playing in the air. Sometimes they would even run to the nearest town and bring a lot of food and clothing to the miners. Seeing how grateful they were, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling very happy in their hearts.
Sometimes Yang Zhen even felt that living happily with the little girl for the rest of her life would not be in vain.
It's a pity that they are not here for vacation after all. And things in the world sometimes just happen to be so coincidental. This remote Black Rock Peak has once again become the target of the Sangzhou people.
On the fifteenth day after they arrived at Black Rock Peak, at dusk, a ship was cutting through the waves on the endless blue waves.
This is a large gray-blue ship, which is almost the same color as the sea water around it. If you look down from a high altitude, you might be mistaken.
Of course, in this world of immortality, color alone cannot deceive people. The hull of this ship is also covered with a material called blue dust. This material is extracted from blue algae on the seabed. Like obsidian, it has the effect of preventing spiritual prying eyes.
In the vast blue sea, even Jindan Zhenren, who has powerful spiritual consciousness, cannot carefully check every surface of the sea, and often misses this object.
What's more, this boat is also capable of diving. Formless and colorless in the sea water, it looks like a giant jellyfish.
Due to these characteristics of this ship, the monks who went to sea gave it the title of ghost ship, which means that it is elusive and difficult to detect.
And it was with the help of such treasures that the Sangzhou people escaped the Yunxiao Sect's pursuit time and time again, and returned home laden with looted goods.
At this time, on the bow of this ten-foot-long ghost ship stood a young man with a short beard, his clothes rustling in the sea breeze.
This person's name is Xianshengmen, and he is the nephew of Xianyue Ji who was killed by Zhao Beiqing in Qingzhou.
The Xian family, like the Zhao family, was also a two-purple family back then. In a corner of Sangzhou, there is already a big family.
In these years, Sangzhou invaded Qingzhou many times, and Xianshengmen was the main instigator and participant. Just because he always felt that his aunt's death was mysterious, he was filled with deep-seated hatred for Qingzhou.
"Master," a man in short clothes said respectfully from behind him: "We are still eight hundred miles away from Qingzhou."
The ghost ship can travel four hundred or eight hundred miles per hour in the sea, which is two hours.
Xianshengmen glanced at the setting sun on the horizon, silently estimated the time, and waved: "Let's go back to the cabin to discuss things!"
In the three-foot-long cabin, more than twenty monks were sitting on the floor, which looked a bit crowded.
After entering Xianshengmen, these people leaned forward and sang together: "I have met the master of the family!"
That's right, Sangzhou people usually rob families in small gangs. At this time, the more than twenty foundation builders in the cabin were all elites of the Xian clan.
Xianshengmen nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down. As soon as he sat down, a map of Qingzhou slowly opened behind him.
"Master," an old monk sitting in front straightened up with a worried look on his face:
"There is news from the Xu State that the Yunxiao Zongzhen Palace has mobilized a large number of people to ambush us. In this case, why don't we rest for two months to avoid his attack?"
