Wei Si followed Zhao Youtong back to the village, but the boss was unhappy. How could he dare to stay and continue hanging out.
"The Taoist master's bravery in fighting the snow dragon is admirable." Dong Fangkai touched the dragon scales as big as the mouth of a bowl and praised.
"Daochang Yang's punching power is terrifying. I don't think he is inferior to Zhao Tianren!" Zhu Wanrong paid special attention to Xue Tong and said aside.
"Haha, Lord Zhao Fang is facing the enemy head-on. Yang is just helping me out." Xue Tong passed by vaguely, and then said: "If you have no other plans, why not track down the snow dragon and work together to kill it?"
"I'm afraid this is too dangerous. Snow Dragon can kill us all with one move." Dong Fangkai declined politely.
"The snow dragon is not a beast that attacks in secret. The snowflakes, ice rain and clouds come and go with great force. You are overly worried." Xue Tong said with a smile.
"We need to go to Dangshan Village first and make an appointment to collect the medicinal herbs. Hanwu Valley has been delayed for half a month and is already three days late." Dong Fangkai said.
Cyanideum is a general term for high-altitude medicines. Among them, safflower, iris, rare bamboo stem, snow lotus and other medicines. Those that are thousands of years old are all formulated with sixth-grade elixirs. Dong Fangkai makes a trip to the Cambrian Mountains every ten years to collect specialties from the mountains. , bringing other spiritual objects that are difficult to obtain locally, and trading them with the villagers.
"Then let's go to Dangshan first. The whereabouts of the snow dragon are unknown. Don't be in a hurry. We'll collect the medicinal herbs before we talk." Xue Tong said.
Dong Fangkai and four others took two boats, and Xue Tong followed on an eagle.
Several people saw the vulture's majesty and praised it again.
…
There are three to five hundred households in the village in the middle of the mountain.
When almost everyone in the mountain village practices cultivation and is far away from the outside world, most of the elixirs and magic tools needed are brought in by monks from other places like Dong Fangkai.
"Taoist Master Dong is here," the villagers greeted warmly, and it was clear at first sight that they had known each other for a long time.
"Uh-huh." Dong Fangkai arrived at a large courtyard.
When the village chief, the late Grandmaster, saw Xue Tong, he was stunned and quite surprised. He quickly called a few Grandmasters and monks to sit down in the living room.
After chatting and reminiscing for a while, the two parties started a business on spiritual objects. The hall was in full swing. Xue Tong drank tea in the side room and walked around in the backyard when he was bored.
After waiting for more than an hour, he was invited back into the house.
"Is the matter done?" Xue Tong smiled.
"Hmm, Taoist Master Dong and I have known each other for sixty years, and today may be the last time we do business in spiritual objects."
The village chief sighed with a complicated expression.
"Oh~"
Dong Fangkai and the four looked at each other, obviously very surprised.
"Dangshan Village's spiritual item business happens about once every three years, and Taoist Dong is only one of three groups of people. The other two groups of people are from the Cambrian Mountains, Tongliao Villa and Baihua Valley."
What the village chief said makes sense: Dangshan Village cannot do business alone with mainlanders tens of thousands of miles away.
"The owner of Tongliao Village was newly promoted to Tianren two years ago and wanted to expand his business share. When Shancun couldn't squeeze his thigh with his arms, he considered terminating the cooperation with Dong Daoyou and gave up his share to Tongliao Village." The village chief explained the cause and consequences.
"Tongliao Village is so overbearing? My Taoist friend said that he has been working with me for many years and it is not appropriate to break up." Dong Fangkai was very unwilling.
"I've said it, but it doesn't make sense, alas." The village chief sighed.
Dong Fangkai looked gloomy and remained silent.
Mu Tao shouted indignantly, "The newly promoted heavenly being is just dragging us down, robbing us by force, and doing this indiscriminately."
"Does Tongliao Villa belong to the Xueyuan Sect?" Xue Tong suddenly asked.
"Well, the master of the village is a heavenly being, and he is protected by the Xueyuan Sect, so he cannot afford to offend him."
"I have no other choice, so I will make some compensation and inform fellow Daoist Dong of the information about the monsters that cannot be hunted by our village without taking any profit," the village chief said.
In addition to trading in spiritual objects, Dangshan Village also sells information on high-level monsters that cannot be hunted by the village.
"oh"
Dong Fangkai lifted his depressed mood a little.
Xue Tong asked for a map.
…
"Yanjueling, do you mean a place where wild geese can't fly?" Mu Tao muttered.
"Probably so. A year ago, when the mountain people were chasing the beast here, they saw it from a distance. Suddenly, a white shadow passed by. The Grandmaster Ferret didn't even have time to scream, and it was taken away. Judging from the size of the shadow and the footprints, it might be tied to a head. The peak of the Grandmaster or the lynx of the heavenly and human levels.”
"With Taoist Master Yang's help, we won't have any problem killing this monster." Dong Fangkai said.
The mountains stretch like the dorsal fin of a fish. The top of the mountain is covered with ice and snow, and the snow and fog are vast. Below the mountainside, there are large rocks exposed and no grass grows.
The foot of the mountain is full of rocks, without snow, and it is difficult to find animal footprints.
Searching for traces of animals until sunset, everyone rested for the night.
Cold night.
Xue Tong was sitting quietly against the mountain wall when he suddenly opened his eyes.
An uninvited guest came to Shefeng Mountain Col, and there was more than one person.
"There is someone!" Xue Tong reminded.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The night sky on the plateau is clear and cloudless. Under the moonlight, a group of monks in blue are standing in the distance.
The man in green clothes at the head was tall, with a broad face and thick eyebrows, and a smile on his face. He was followed closely by six people.
"Know?" Xue Tong asked.
Dong Fangkai shook his head.
"Be careful!" Xue Tong warned.
The monk in green clothes gradually approached and stood still six to seven feet away. The wave of magic power swept towards Xue Tong and the five others.
Xue Tong sensed that the arrival was in the early stage of Heavenly Being, and the other six were in the advanced stage of Grandmaster.
The monk in green frowned, "Who is this fellow Taoist?"
Obviously he was surprised by Xue Tong's presence.
"Do you know anyone else?" Xue Tong asked.
The monk in green became sullen, "I'm asking you where you came from!"
"Yang Shijie, where are you?" Xue Tong's tone was stiff, and his cold eyes kept scanning the faces of everyone in Qingyi.
"Crazy man, I'm tired of living!" The man in blue suddenly took action.
The person who came was not good, and Xue Tong had already prepared for a fight.
The moment the Qing Yi Tianren pulled out the magic weapon from his storage bag, Xue Tong's bracelet had already been turned out of the Mo Yan Sword.
He raised his sword and stabbed lightly.
"Bang!"
The sword struck by the blue-robed celestial being immediately collapsed into pieces. The sword buzzed and trembled, making it almost impossible to hold it.
Xue Tong patted the pet bag and summoned the bone puppet vulture, "No one can leave until we explain clearly!"
The Qingyi Tianren looked embarrassed. He was anxiously questioned by Xue Tong. It was not appropriate to speak directly or talk nonsense. It would be better to kill someone.
Na Zeng thought that he would suffer a big loss with just one move. His cultivation level was too different.
"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood. We are monks of the Xueyuan Sect. We happened to meet you all when passing by the mountain." The man in blue said with a forced smile.
"Xueyuan Sect's Xuanmen is something that cannot be said, so why not tell it earlier." Xue Tong obviously didn't believe it.
"Why don't you retreat quickly?" Qingyi Tianren ordered his subordinates.
The Sixth Cultivator retreated, and the man in green also held his sword and retreated step by step.
"Want to run away?"
Xue Tong was furious. With a flick of his wrist, a jet of black light shot out from the tip of Mo Yan's sword.
"puff!"
The black light knocked away the sword wielded by the man in green and pierced his chest.
"Hmph, if you win, you kill. If you don't, you run away. You evade and refuse to reveal your identity. Do you really think Yang can be fooled?" Xue Tong grabbed the dead body and rummaged through his sleeve pocket.
In the blink of an eye, the blue-robed celestial being was lying dead in the wilderness. Everyone was shocked and turned pale. How dare the Sixth Cultivator move again? They were trembling on the spot.
"Tongliao Villa!" Xue Tongyang flipped through the famous post he found.
"It's a pity that you, the owner of the village, took his own life because of greed before the Heavenly Man's chair was warmed up!"
Xue Tong put together the general plot, "You will be honest and clear, write a post, and I will save your life!"
How dare the six people disobey, so they wrote a post and left a famous post to prove it.
Xue Tong yelled "Roll", and the six of them ran away in panic as if they heard the fairy voice.
According to the accounts of the six people, the owner of Tongliao Village was in Dangshan six months ago. At that time, the village chief proposed whether he could provide exclusive information on monsters in exchange for temporarily guaranteeing Dong Fangkai's share.
The owner of the village refused and said: "The information about the monsters will be given exclusively to Dong Fangkai, as a little compensation from Tongliao Village. Remember not to tell Dong Fangkai that this is the village's intention, lest he loses face and accuses Tongliao Village of stealing business. Pretending to be a good person."
The village head Dangshan didn't know that this was a vicious plan of the village owner, which would not only prevent future troubles, but also rob property.
Several mainlanders died in the Cambrian Mountains without anyone noticing, and no one cared.
However, fate is not as good as fate. Xue Tong and Dong Fanggai team up to create the scene in Yan Jue Valley tonight.
"The spirit stones have been divided among you, and the magical artifacts belong to me!"
Xue Tong generously poured out the spiritual stone from the village owner's storage bag, and said: "I returned to Dangshan overnight and got the village chief's testimony. The owner of Tongliao Village committed evil and brought his own destruction. Even the gods can't overturn the case!"
…
It took the village chief Dangshan a while to come to his senses.
Not only did he write the post himself, but he also asked two other people who were present that day to write posts to testify.
"Dao Zhang Dong's share will continue after ten years," the village chief said.
"No, thank you for your kindness. If something like this happens, it would be better for us to stay away from the Cambrian Mountains." Dong Fangkai smiled bitterly.
"...Fellow Taoist, it makes sense to consider this," the village chief smiled bitterly.
After saying goodbye for the second time, everyone left Dangshan Mountain.
"Where does the Taoist plan to go?" Dong Fangkai asked.
Xue Tong easily killed the owner of Tongliao Village. Recalling his performance in fighting the snow dragon last time, Dong Fangkai knew that when encountering unusual heavenly beings, he would consult Xue Tong's opinion first on all major matters.
"Go to Silver Hook Boat!"
After all, tracking Xue Long is dangerous, and it is better to do it alone. What's more, with the incident at Tongliao Village, the time is ripe. You can go slaying the dragon alone, but it is not advisable to go to the Silver Hook Boat alone.
"Silver Hook Boat? The owner of the boat won't be up to any conspiracy, right?"
"There are five of us, including my eagle bone puppet. It's not that easy for the boat owner to plot a conspiracy!"
Zhu Wanrong interjected, "Taoist Master Yang is right, Brother Dong, don't worry."
"...Well, Dong's worries are over. Let's go to the Xuanmen in the Cambrian Mountains with the Taoist priest." Dong Fangkai said.
*This is it for now, I will change it tomorrow*
