Xue Tong has practiced cultivation in the human world for five hundred years, but it may take five thousand years in the spiritual world, so there is no reason to be in a hurry.
The size of Chenliu is astonishing, and none of the royal capitals in the human world are so vast.
The monks' residences range from a few acres to thousands. There are 70% of the millions of people practicing there. There are many mansions and busy traffic. Even in the middle of the night, there are many lively places.
Xue Tong spent half a day shopping and went to several intermediary shops where houses were rented and sold.
The shop was busy with people coming in and out, and the waiters were too busy to attend to them.
In the late stage of his congenital life, he was lost among the cultivators and was not treated favorably.
Xue Tong noticed the deserted shop at the end of the street.
The store is small, and there are only two people in the shop, grandma and grandson.
The granddaughter is in her early twenties, plain-looking, thin and frail, with a mid-term acquired condition.
The old man reached his peak the day after tomorrow and his back was severely hunched.
There are dozens of rental and sales information posted in the store, and some low-end talisman paper, ink, and Qi refining pills are also placed in the container.
"Business is bad, the shopkeeper should be more patient." Xue Tong thought.
He didn't actually plan to buy a garden, he just wanted to take the opportunity to ask.
White tigers need a lot of room for movement, and their roars can be heard hundreds of miles away. Living in the city is really inconvenient, and digging deep into the underground palace is not a good idea.
Xue Tong finished reading the posted information and asked: "These gardens are either too small or too remote. Are there any others?"
"The beasts are all here, and this eighty-acre garden is not biased." The little girl took out the sample drawing and said.
"It's too far east. It's not too far away."
When buying a garden, it is indispensable to ask about local people's conditions. Xue Tong claimed that he had just arrived in Chenliu and took the opportunity to ask various questions.
I asked here and there and got a lot of information!
Luzhou has never been peaceful, and Chen Liu has no actual ruler. Although it is on the fringe of the power of the Martial Saint Fan Yan, the last time Fan Yan came here was more than two hundred years ago.
Fan Sheng's rule was rough and rough, and he rarely came forward unless foreign tribes invaded or large sects merged.
Therefore, Chenliu and even the southeastern part of Luzhou were almost completely autonomous based on the rules prevailing in the Mysterious World.
The forces in Chenliu are mixed, and murders occur frequently, but even if it is chaotic like this, it is far safer than the wilderness.
You can't kill people indiscriminately in the city, and there will be lawlessness in the wild and no one will care about it.
There is another advantage in the city: you are not allowed to trespass into the mansion. In the worst case, you will be unable to get out and hide in your home to avoid disaster.
Therefore, the cities and prefectures in Luzhou have a very large population. Chenliu Prefecture has one million, Ningyang, Guozhan and other cities have eight million, and the higher-level Hedu and Mindu have as high as 30 million.
The sect's territory outside the city is vast, but the sect's losses are high. If you don't pay attention when collecting resources, you will get rich and killed.
"So the monks in the city basically rely on cultivating elixirs for elixirs, and the magic weapons basically rely on being circulated among the living and the dead?" Xue Tong guessed.
"Well, otherwise where would there be so many elixirs and refining materials?"
"Where's the monster?"
"We can only rely on hunting in the wild, so Luzhou's monster resources are the most expensive." The little girl said.
Only then did Xue Tong notice the talisman paper and ink in the shop, the price of which was twice as high as in the human world.
"What sects are there outside the city?" Xue Tong asked.
"Liu Shan Sect, Shadow Moon Sect..."
"Grandpa, what else are there?" the little girl asked her grandfather.
"The seven or eight small sects of Qingyu Fang are all surviving under the protection of the two sects, and they are very weak. There seems to be a large sect called Xuanjing Sect further west."
"The Liushan Sect is in the east of the city and the Shadow Moon Sect is in the west. They don't interfere with each other. They only meet in the city." The old man said in a hoarse voice.
"There are no sects in these mountains in the city?" Xue Tong asked, pointing to the map.
"Jishan is a place for major events, and the rest are mansions with high-level cultivation, surrounded by tens of thousands of acres of land surrounding the mountain."
Let’s chat for half an hour.
Xue Tong thought: "Wandering in the countryside is not appropriate, nor is it appropriate to dig holes in barren mountains. It's better to stay in Chenliu Mansion first."
He rented a garden of eighty acres, and the underground palace was just big enough for the white tiger to roam.
The little girl didn't succeed in her big business, but her hard work was not in vain.
…
Xue Tong spent a month exploring the city and basically figured out Chen Liu's current situation.
The two sects of Liushan and Shadowyue were intertwined with the forces of the Four Heavenly Men in the city, causing friction from time to time. There were only a lot of fights between the middle and low-level monks.
Fortunately, Xue Tong didn't need to mix it up, as he had enough elixir to refine the three transformations of Fahai.
He never thought that an auction in October would loosen his mind.
There are several auctions every month in Chenliu Mansion. Xue Tong went to the Shadow Moon Sect's venue, firstly to relax and secondly, to find strange poisonous powder and venom.
There is no limit to the sect strength of the entrants, and they start innately.
Xue Tong bought a ticket and sat in the back row.
His Fahai spiritual pressure is controlled, and his eyesight and hearing are at the level of a mid-level celestial being.
He soon noticed the semi-enclosed seats in the front row, where three high-ranking innate people were discussing angrily.
Perhaps because they were too excited, the three of them did not all speak through sound transmission, and Xue Tong overheard them.
"The Sixth Leader of the Tengjiao Gang is dead, and the debts owed cannot be recovered. You really have fed the dog!"
"The man surnamed Ma is dead, so why can't the debt be recovered? I think the fifth leader even provided a guarantee."
"Forget about that piece of shit named Ge. He said that the cause of death was unknown and he needed to find out before he could pay back the money. Can this matter be found out? Ma went to Luan Mountain and obviously died there, with no bones left."
"What's going on in Luan Mountain? I've been hearing about people dying there recently."
"What else can happen? There were only a few people there, so the two sects didn't care, or because too many people went, Shadow Moon and Xuan Jing ambushed them, leaving those people gone without ever returning."
Another person chimed in: "I've heard that's not entirely true. Luan Mountain seems to have more resources than before. People who go there can get some, but the number of people dying has increased dramatically in the past year."
"You mean something special happened in Luan Mountain?"
"I can't tell, what? You want to go too?"
"To hell with it, something has changed or someone has set up a trap. I still have to collect debts."
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Xue Tong's mind relaxed...
A few days later, on the dirt road to Luan Mountain, a camel was hurrying on its way.
Xue Tong's original mount had reached the end of its life in the human world, so he bought a new camel in Chenliu.
In the middle stage of his cultivation as a Grandmaster, Xue Tong felt that it was appropriate to go out at this level.
The dirt road is narrow, only large enough for one horse to run.
There was wilderness to the left and right, with no one in front or behind.
Already far away from the road.
Luan Mountain is the collective name for a large mountainous area, located between the two sects of Shadow Moon and Crystal.
The monks of the two sects were wary of each other, so Luan Mountain became a paradise for the great monk Chen Liudang, and people often traveled as far as six thousand miles to go there.
…
The messy sound of animal hooves behind him.
Xue Tong gave way to the dirt road, and the camel stopped a few feet away from the road.
A group of six people, riding beasts from far to near.
"Xu~"
The monk at the front reined in his horse and stared at Xue Tong under the tree.
The monk is in his fifties, the same level as Xue Tong, with eagle eyes and sharp eyebrows, a slightly thin figure, and wears a black shirt.
Behind him were three men and two women, all early and mid-stage masters. The six of them were dressed like they were from two gangs.
Xue Tong cupped his hands and did not speak.
"Where did you come from, fellow Taoist?" asked the thin monk.
"I'm from Ningyang. I originally wanted to go to Chenliu. I heard that Luan Mountain is good, so I made a detour to have a look." Xue Tong said.
The six people looked at each other, two of them sneered.
The slender grandmaster shook his head and said, "My Taoist fellow is very courageous and dares to travel alone. If I were you, I would choose a deserted wilderness to avoid people."
"Is it so dangerous?" Xue Tong looked panicked.
"Consider your luck. If you meet the six of me, you won't be able to get much away from each other. And you are looked down upon by bloody friends!" said the sneering man.
The thin grandmaster rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to go differently, we will also go to Luan Mountain. It doesn't matter if there are more than one person, and you will get a share of the spiritual things."
"Oh, thank you Taoist Master for taking care of me. Where are the other Taoist friends?" Xue Tong asked.
The two women nodded first, and the other three had no objections.
The six of them are monks Chenliu, who belong to the Blood Harrier Society and Bahu Village respectively.
The leader, Ruan Muzhong, only revealed this bit of information.
Xue Tong asked out of curiosity: "The six Taoist priests went to Luan Mountain together, do they have a goal?"
Ruan Muzhong was too lazy to answer.
"Stop blabbering, just follow me." Shi Chun, a strong man from Bahu Village, scolded.
"Oh," Xue Tong muttered awkwardly.
…
“It’s getting dark, so we’ll rest in the valley in front of us for the night.
"We are approaching the Shadow Moon Sect, please be careful." Ruan Muzhong pulled the reins, and the horse beast rushed down the dirt road.
Resting in the valley, Xue Tong sat in the outermost position.
midnight.
The white-faced master in the team asked Xue Tong, "Fellow Daoist Xue, you came from Ningyang, how is the situation there?"
This question is extremely difficult to answer. If the white-faced master is from Ningyang, Xue Tonghua's too many words and too little talk may expose the truth.
"Ningyang is so noisy that I can't bear it anymore, so I plan to go to Chenliu to have a look. If there aren't so many killings, I might just become a Chenliu person from now on. Then we will need more care from all the Taoist priests."
Xue Tong changed the subject and talked about care.
"Oh, how chaotic is Ningyang?" the white-faced master continued to ask.
"Yan and Deng were at odds with each other. The people below were addicted to killing. Xue did not dare to go out for ten days and a half." Xue Tong knew something about Ningyang, which came in handy.
He suddenly frowned slightly.
"At the other end of the valley, someone is approaching!" Xue Tong thought.
But obviously not a warning.
"Where does Mr. Xue live in Ningyang? Pindao once stayed in Ningyang for several years." The white-faced master asked endlessly.
"Haha, in the West 12th District, the Taoist priest doesn't happen to live there too." Xue Tong said with a smile.
"Shh, someone is coming, be careful!"
Ruan Muzhong finally warned and ended their conversation.
…
To the north of the valley, the jade boat was flying rapidly at low altitude.
The first thing Xue Tong thought of was the people of the Shadow Moon Sect.
"Where did you come from?"
Six people jumped from the duck boat, the first one was a great master, the other two were mid-level masters, and three were innate.
Shadowmoon Sect's patrol!
"Taoist Priest Qi, we are monk Chenliu. We are temporarily resting outside your sect's territory. I didn't want to alarm the Taoist Priest. Please forgive me!" Ruan Muzhong reminded the Yingyue Sect while being polite.
"oh"
Grandmaster Shadow Moon glanced at everyone’s faces coldly, “Who knows if you are poaching in our sect’s territory!”
"Where is there!"
Ruan Muzhong did not make any further excuses, but a thought flashed through his mind: "Are we going to take action?"
The two sides were similar in strength and usually would not cause murder. Ruan Muzhong did not expect that the Shadow Moon man would not give up.
Grandmaster Shadow Moon's eyes scanned again.
Xue Tong's expression changed slightly, and he pretended to be flustered and turned away.
Shadow Moon Man suddenly laughed, "Not necessarily!"
He reached out and grabbed Shi Chun's wrist!
Xue Tong's heart trembled, and he realized that what was in front of him was not as simple as it seemed!
