Chapter 93 Li Qing rides the dragon and builds the foundation of industry (please order the full version)
Sang Yuwan gave it a try: "Do you know the four essentials of spiritual practice?"
Li Qing held the jade cup and sipped. After drinking Lingcha: "It's nothing more than wealth, companionship, law, and land. Who doesn't know this in the world of cultivation?"
Sang Yuwan held up her palms and smiled and said: "That's right. This is what cultivation pays attention to. My Sang family raises dragons. , cannot be separated from these four words. "
"Wealth is the food that feeds the dragon, companions are the people who raise the dragon, Dharma is the secret of transforming the dragon, and the earth is the spiritual vein that nourishes the dragon."< br>
Li Qing frowned: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist? Please tell me clearly."
Sang Yuwan laughed and pointed to the vast lake in the distance: "How about you, fellow Taoist, visiting my Yanglong Lake?"< br>
Li Qing looked around and saw the vast mist, the water as clear as a mirror, the pavilions of five-color lotus plants, the green water plants and green sunflowers dancing with the waves, the spiritual fish playing among them, and the cranes hovering above them.
There are also members of the Sang family rowing boats in the lake, feeding dragon species, catching spiritual fish, collecting snails, clams and pearls, and replying to each other's fishermen's songs, creating a prosperous scene.
He sincerely praised: "The weather is extraordinary, and the legendary blessed land is no different."
The smile on Sang Yuwan's face faded a little: "It's just a donkey dung egg with a shiny surface."
Li Qing couldn't help but choked when he made such vulgar remarks, and after a while he replied: "Sang Why do fellow Taoists say this?"
Sang Yuwan sighed: "My Sang family has owned Yanglong Lake for more than 800 years. Sons have children, and children have grandchildren. "
" Now eight hundred years have passed, do you know how many monks there are in Yanglong Lake? , and how many spiritual veins are needed to support it?”
Li Qing couldn’t help but be stunned: The Li family has also experienced this. In the past, the three families ruled the Qinghe Valley separately, and their spiritual veins were not enough to support too many monks.
For this reason, those with low-grade spiritual roots in the clan are not allowed to enter the clan land. Either he is willing to be a mortal and live his whole life; or he can learn the basic skills and go out to make a living with the meager financial aid provided by his clan.
But he never thought that the Sang family, which had the entire lake spirit land to itself and was inherited by the True Monarch Nascent Soul, would also be in such a predicament.
“However, what does this have to do with what fellow Taoists want?” Li Qing was slightly puzzled.
At this time, a pot of spiritual tea happened to be finished. Sang Yuwan did not cook anymore, but stood up suddenly: "Fellow Taoist, come with me."
After that, he took out a copper whistle and blew it gently, and a sound wave that could not be heard by human ears was heard. Spread to the distance.
"Roar——" A majestic dragon roar came from the Dragon Yang Lake in front.
Li Qing turned his head and looked around, only to see a huge figure ten feet long, coming through the waves, menacing and intimidating.
He took a closer look and saw that it was a strange beast that looked like a blood eel.
It’s just that the top of its head is slightly wider and has a circle of orange mane, so it’s not as ugly as an eel. A pair of disproportionately small claws protrude from its lower abdomen, but it paddles through the water very quickly.
What shocked Li Qing was that this strange beast actually had the power of the early stage of foundation building. Needless to say, it was a first- and second-level low-grade dragon species.
The dragon swam to the waterside pavilion, nodded to Li Qing, and then rubbed his big head in front of Sang Yuwan, calling out "嘤嘤嘤".
Sang Yuwan smiled and patted it on the forehead: "It made fellow Daoist Li laugh. This is the dragon species that I have a close relationship with, the Blood Lan eel, and its name is: Ao Lan. Ao Lan, this is Fellow Daoist Li Qing from Qinghe Valley.”
“I’ve met Fellow Daoist Li! His grace is heart-wrenching.” Ao Lan seemed to have not yet refined Heng Gu, and could only speak with his spiritual consciousness, which sounded quite majestic.
Li Qing did not hesitate and returned the gift seriously: "I have met Taoist Ao. You are very powerful. Taoist Sang has you by your side. I really envy you."
Dantian Inside, A-Sun was a little unhappy: "Hey!"
The three Ah Zao hurried over and rubbed against it, shouting "Ouch", "Guka" and "Guji", and soon they got into a fuss again.
But Ao Lan was very impressed and nodded repeatedly towards Li Qing: "Fellow Taoist really has a vision!"
Sang Yuwan smiled and said: "Since Taoist friend Li and Ao Lan are so close, how can we Would you like to ride a dragon with me and go somewhere?" Li Qing slightly raised his hand and said, "Dare you disobey me?"
After that, under Sang Yuwan's guidance, the two of them rode the wind. Stand still on Ao Lan's head.
Ao Lan let out a "roar" and turned around. His two little claws swayed slightly and rose up from the lake. Feng Xu Yufeng headed towards a mountain in the distance.
Riding a dragon, even if it is just a dragon eel, is a very special experience for Li Qing.
He stood on the dragon's head with his hands behind his hands, and the wind blew in his face. His clothes were flying, his black hair was dancing, and he looked as if he had ascended to immortality.
He turned his head and said: "Friend Daoist Sang, it is said that the secret method of cultivation in Yanglong Lake is to choose a life of a dragon species to practice together."
"If the monk breaks through the foundation building, or When the dragon species breaks through to the second level, the other party will also be promoted. I wonder if this is the case? ”
The old god Sang Yuwan was here: "It is indeed true. Many colleagues around Xuefeng Lake know it."
Li Qing couldn't help but curiously asked: "In the past eight hundred years, what foundation-building masters have been produced by the Sang family? There are six monks in total. I would like to ask if the dragon seeds bred by these seniors are still there after they have passed away?”
Sang Yuwan smiled and said nothing.
Li Qing realized that the foundation-building combat power was related to the family heritage, so it was not convenient to disclose it, so he changed the subject: "I wonder where my friend is taking me?"
"It's right in front. "Sang Yuwan pointed to a spiritual peak in the west, and after a while, Ao Lan delivered the two of them.
Li Qing was floating in the wind from the dragon's head. He looked up and saw red grass growing all over the mountain. The vermilion waves were rolling in the lake breeze, which was so beautiful.
He concentrated on sensing and found that this spiritual grass was somewhat like ambergris, except that the leaves were fatter and had bell-like yellow flowers, and the smell was more mellow than ambergris.
Looking at its energy structure, if we consider the sixth level and eighteenth level as defined by Emperor Yuan, this spiritual grass is only the second level and the lowest level. But if it can be grown on a large scale, its value will be much higher.
“Isn’t this the unique spiritual plant of the Sang family, the dragon bell flower?” Li Qing’s heart moved.
Sang Yuwan nodded slightly: "It is the dragon bell flower. Most of the secret dragon-raising medicine prepared by our Sang family uses this flower."
Li Qing was surprised: "Since it is a secret of the Sang family, how can fellow Taoist bring me here?"
Sang Yuwan sighed: "Fellow Taoist, do you still remember what I just said? I am a descendant of the Sang family. Sun Wuxian is too weak, and it is difficult to increase his spiritual veins, and now he is overwhelmed."
Li Qing had a flash of inspiration: "Please tell me, fellow Taoist."
Sang Yuwan pointed. The sea of flowers ahead: "My Sang family has decided to turn this spiritual peak into a monk's cave, but we cannot plant so many dragon bell flowers."
"I heard that fellow Taoists in Lingzhi, quite a lot. I’m very accomplished. Would you like to make a deal with me?”
Li Qing thought in his heart and telegraphed: "But it doesn't matter."
Sang Yuwan laughed: "I am willing to give the spiritual seed of this dragon bell flower to Taoist friends, and then give away the secret cultivation method. And Taoist friends only need to immediately As long as the deed is not passed on to others, you can sell me fifty acres of dragon bell flowers every year."
Li Qing couldn't help but frowned: "How can fellow Taoists be willing to share such secrets with me?"
"It's just a spiritual plant. My secret method of raising dragons is nothing more than a drop in the bucket." Sang Yuwan smiled, "The Fan family is even willing to part with the pure bamboo, so why shouldn't I part with it?"
Li Qing looked ahead. The swaying dragon bell flower found a very appropriate word from the almost forgotten memory: industrial transfer?
After the Li family was promoted to the foundation-building family, they have yet to find a suitable job that can gain a foothold at the foundation-building level.
Li Qing was silent for a moment, and finally agreed: "I'll ask fellow Taoist to draw up a legal contract. But fellow Taoist, don't forget to help me enlighten the dragon's beard, gold, carp, and dragon's veins."
Sang Yuwan held up her hands and laughed: "This is easy to hear."
(End of this chapter)