The flying boat travels between the mountains.
Li Mu sat cross-legged on the bow and took out the tea set to make tea.
The sky scene is reflected in the teacup.
There is a cloud that always keeps the same distance from the flying boat.
Li Mu was alert.
After a while, a head poked out from the edge of the cloud.
It was Su Ling'er's cute face with a bit of baby fat.
After a while, two more heads popped out.
"I didn't expect Master Uncle Changqing and Immortal Kongming to be here too."
Li Mu shook his head slightly.
The immortals have been in the mountains for a long time, and their methods of tracking people are full of flaws.
Ignoring these guys, Li Mu spread out the map and selected the place to open the cave.
This place is more than 800 miles north of Qingyun Peak and is called Chaoyang Peak.
There is a spiritual vein under Chaoyang Peak, but it is occupied by a fourth-level monster.
To the east of Chaoyang Peak is the Wangchuan Valley, which is an ancient battlefield site that ordinary monks dare not enter.
To the south is the Demon Realm, which is rich in all kinds of monsters.
To the north is the territory of the Mortal Immortal Dynasty.
The west side is occupied by an evil cultivating sect called the Blood Demon Sect.
Such a dangerous environment made those Taiyuan Sect disciples give up the idea of opening a cave here.
"There are evil cultivators, monsters, and ghosts. It's really a geomantic treasure."
Li Mu was a little excited.
He is well prepared and has enough cards to gain a foothold in a place like this.
Of course, the most important thing is the rich resources here.
Evil cultivators, monsters, and ghosts are threats in the eyes of other disciples.
In Li Mu's eyes, it is a good thing for replenishing true energy and improving cultivation.
He took out a high-grade spiritual stone and stuffed it into the power core of the flying boat.
The speed of the flying boat suddenly increased.
…
Sanliu Town.
The town is not big, with less than a thousand permanent residents.
But because the town is located on a traffic artery,
Merchants traveling from north to south like to come here to do business.
The surrounding casual cultivators are also willing to come to the town to exchange information.
Today is market day.
The streets are packed with people.
The aroma of wine overflowed in Zuixian Tower and it was overcrowded.
Suddenly there was a bang.
A burly man flew out and rolled several times on the ground.
The big and small alchemy furnaces on the stall were knocked around.
There were sarcastic voices in the restaurant.
"How dare you come to my Zuixian Restaurant to have a drink without money? I'm really tired of living!"
The strong man collapsed on the ground, his chest collapsed, and blood gushes from his mouth and nose.
The vendor came forward cursing.
"You destroyed two of my alchemy furnaces and you will pay me a hundred spiritual stones!"
The strong man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But his lungs were pierced by the broken sternum, and air leaked out.
There is no air in the throat, so naturally there is no sound.
Seeing this, the vendor quickly stepped forward and groped the strong man all over.
Unfortunately, after searching all over the body, only two talismans were found in the boots.
"Poor guy!"
The vendor put the talismans into his storage bag, turned around and said to the people around him:
"Everyone saw it. He smashed my stall and stove."
"These two talismans were given to me as compensation, not by me as a robbery!"
As he spoke, the strong man could only breathe in but not out.
Among the crowd, three monks in black walked over.
The leader pulled off the jade plaque from the strong man's waist and looked at it.
"Temporary individual tourists, treat them as if they can't survive, and throw them out."
Two subordinates, one on the left and one on the right, picked up the strong man's legs and dragged him away.
The monk in black turned to look at Zuixian Tower.
It happens to be opposite the triangular-eyed shopkeeper by the window on the second floor.
The black monk snorted and dispersed the surrounding crowd.
"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see, it's all gone!"
There was no excitement to see, and the crowd dispersed.
Do business when it's time to do business, and eat when it's time to eat.
The street returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.
The anger on the vendor's face disappeared, and he happily picked up the stove scattered on the floor and rearranged it.
At this moment, a handsome young man wearing a blue robe came over.
The vendors greeted me warmly.
"My little fellow Taoist, these alchemy furnaces of mine are all made by masters!"
“Everything is on sale today at 10% off!”
"Look at this. It's made of the finest Wushan red clay. It's of high quality and quantity. It only costs fifty spiritual stones!"
The young man threw ten spiritual stones.
The vendor took the spirit stone and felt happy, but still looked troubled.
"There are still forty stones left. Forget it, we will open today. I will give my little Taoist friends a 20% discount and thirty spiritual stones."
"I don't want your broken jar," the young monk said. "This is my first time here and I want to inquire about the surrounding situation."
The vendor was overjoyed again, "Fellow Taoist, you have found the right person. I, Mr. He, have been living in Sanliu Town since I was born. I want to know the Taoist number. What is my little Taoist name?"
"Nanpowan."
The vendor was startled and casually praised the name.
The young man smiled slightly and threw two more spirit stones.
"reward."
The vendor's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Master Tao, what do you want to know?"
Nan Bo Wan—Li Mu to be more precise—asked casually:
"Who is the person responsible for the talk in Sanliu Town?"
The vendor hurriedly said, "Of course it's Patriarch Qingyang. He is a powerful Nascent Soul. He has reached the state of Palm of the Sun and has even cultivated the indestructible body of Vajra. The entire Sanliu Town is covered by him."
"Master Dao, when you entered the town, did you buy a pass with three spirit stones? That is the premium paid to Ancestor Qingyang. As long as you stay on this three-acre land in Qingyang Town, as long as you don't damage Qingyang According to the ancestor’s rules, no one dares to take action against you.”
Li Mu pointed to the blood on the ground, "Wasn't that man beaten to death just now?"
The vendor had a complicated expression and glanced at the signboard of Zuixian Tower, "This Zuixian Tower is an exception."
Li Mu asked curiously, "Why?"
"There are people with backgrounds in Zuixianlou. If they know that I am here to talk nonsense, they will definitely lose my good fruit." The vendor looked embarrassed, "So, I have to pay more."
Li Mu said disdainfully, "The only one within a hundred miles that can make the Nascent Soul turn a blind eye is the Blood Demon Sect."
The vendor smiled awkwardly, "Master Tao is wise."
He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice.
"There is another piece of news, worth at least ten spirit stones!"
Li Mu snorted: "Master Dao, I'm not a fool. I can figure out how much spiritual stone the news is worth."
The vendor looked around and said in a low voice:
"Ancestor Qingyang is from the Taiyuan Sect."
Li Mu was slightly startled, "Which peak is it from?"
The vendor shook his head.
"Is there any evidence?"
The vendor still shook his head.
"Hearsay, without evidence, is only worth a spiritual stone."
After taking the spirit stone, the vendor gritted his teeth and said:
"The news came from the natal family of Patriarch Qingyang's nineteenth concubine."
Li Mu threw ten spirit stones.
"Let's talk about the Blood Demon Sect."
People are coming and going on the streets.
Li Mu got the news he wanted and walked into Zuixian Tower.
Drop a storage bag on the counter.
"I want the best house, the strongest wine, and the most beautiful woman."
