Chapter 452: Friend Who Broke the Cup
The monk is most sensitive to spiritual energy, and at this moment he actually caught a trace of spiritual energy in the air.
“That’s not right!”
Wan Huohu’s body spun around and he ran towards the island. The other two people also noticed something strange and followed him.
The three of them flew a few miles into the island and finally determined that the source of the steady stream of spiritual energy spreading out from the island was the mountain peak.
"How is that possible?"
The three of them looked surprised, regretful, jealous, and crazy.
They are still on the outskirts of the island, and they can feel the steady flow of spiritual energy, indicating that there must be a stable spiritual vein in the island.
“How is it impossible?” A voice sounded in the air, and Lan Wutong landed from high altitude, “My ancestor checked it last night.”
“There is a second-order spiritual vein on this island. , after setting up the spirit gathering array, it will be enough for him to practice.”
"It seems that the ancestors of your three families did not investigate carefully enough back then!"
"But good or bad luck is unpredictable. If we really find a second-order spiritual vein, it may bring you disaster."
“This is not something that the Foundation Establishment Family can defend.”
The second-level spiritual veins and the Jindan Gushan Sect are no more than that. To the three families, they are indeed like a child in a busy city. Holding gold is a disaster rather than a blessing.
Before they can cultivate their own golden elixir, they will be robbed by others. Those who want to be proud will be given some spiritual stones. According to the custom of the East China Sea, the whole family may be killed.
There seemed to be tears in Qi Yue'er's eyes. Shen Shujian tightened his grip on the spear, and Wan Huohu pulled off his beard in a daze.
Although the three of them knew this truth, they still felt pain in their hearts.
Perhaps because of the blow.
Afterwards, Lan Wutong and Fan Buju delivered supplies to the three of them. The three clan leaders all seemed distracted and weak.
Fan Buju took the opportunity to haggle and enjoyed the opportunity to bleed Sanzhuji.
In this way, time flies by.
Just seven days passed.
The island has changed drastically.
On the Zhongxiang Peak, the broken rocks were cleared, and Gui Baozhu's troops violently flattened the mountain top to create a piece of ground.
Lu Ye doesn’t live on a boat anymore. The mana that needs to be driven by that thing is a bottomless pit.
Apart from him, only Gui Baozhu can drive it.
But Lao Gui had to work as a coolie below. After burning the spirit stones for a day, Lu Ye felt that it was not worthwhile. Anyway, Lou Chuan's appearance on the first day was enough to intimidate everyone, so he could leave after showing his face.
He took out a set of paper house instruments, made by Master Mo.
When it landed, it was spread out to form a paper courtyard with about ten houses, barely enough for all the senior officials to live in.
Just below this set of buildings, Lu Ye entered the mountain peak again and adjusted the gap in the spirit locking array. It was not the time to completely open it yet, so he only maintained the concentration of the second-order spiritual veins and spiritual energy.
Below the mountain top, Shu Chitu led his disciples who were good at earth escape to dig out many temporary caves, which were enough for hundreds of disciples to meditate at night.
At the foot of Zhongxiang Peak, three rough towns appeared in the southeast and west, 20 to 30 miles away from the peak.
Using logs as walls, it is simply divided into cross roads and some thatched houses.
With three towns as the center, there are villages of hundreds or ten people each.
Fan Buju secretly reported that he wanted to take the opportunity to separate the Lan clan members.
It’s just that people from the Lan clan account for more than 90% of the common people in the world.
This is not about splitting up the Lan family, it is about splitting up the people at the base of the old camp in Shunhe City.
So Lu Ye rejected this suggestion.
In seven days, everyone has settled down on the island. Lan Wu is in charge of the monks, and Fan Buju is in charge of the people.
Except for escorting the goods on the first day, the heads of the other three foundation-building clans never showed up again, perhaps because they were sad. They only sent their elders to pick them up. Every day, there was an endless stream of boats on the sea, and trade continued.
But what is bought and sold are things produced by mortals.
Behind the beach pier on the east side, a piece of land has been leveled. This is the planned Zhongxiangfang City. There are currently no buildings and it is completely empty.
The island is full of vitality and prosperity.
On the top of Zhongxiang Peak, in the Zhizha Hall.
In the top position, Lu Ye is on the left and Pan Furong is on the right.
Sitting on the left side are Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu, and Gui Baozhu. Sitting on the chair on the right is an old man. He is the elder Tiegong of the Gushan Sect whose Qi Hai was broken. He was taken out by Lu Ye to care for his old age.
Wang Hu touched his chin and said.
"Brother, there are many boats coming in these days, not only from the three Shen Wanqi families, but also monks from other families."
"I took a look secretly, Bilangjiao Among the seventy-two islands, in addition to the main island where Bilangjun is located and dozens of islands that are too far away from us, families on more than a dozen small islands nearby have sent people to come overtly or covertly under the guise of trading. "
“Tell me, should we do something?”
Elder Tiegong said with a smile.
"Of course it is to pay a visit to the biggest local local snake, Mr. Jindan Bilang!"
"When a person goes to a foreign land, he pays his respects to the dock and asks for peace. This is what he should do."
“Even us immortal cultivators are not exempt from vulgarity.”
“However,” Elder Tiegong frowned, “I also heard from the Qi Wanshen family that this Bilang Island is quite powerful. ”
"He is a veteran of the Golden elixir. Even his Taoist companion, Mrs. Bilang, just achieved the Golden elixir ten years ago."
"One island has two Golden elixirs, plus an outside disciple who is expected to become a Nascent Soul. "
"Although everyone says that Bilangjun is heroic and loyal, we have taken root under his nose, and he may have a thorn in his heart."
"I am afraid of this visit. It’s not that easy to handle.”
Gui Baozhu said in a muffled voice.
"What's not easy about this? They have two golden elixirs. My eldest brother and I also have two golden elixirs. I'll go with him. We can also break into the dragon's pond and the tiger's den!"
A blue light flashed on Lu Ye's forehead. , a golden dot flashed inside, and he smiled.
“Fifth brother, you don’t need to accompany me, you just have to keep your house.”
“This time, I am the only one who can do it!”
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Five hundred miles away.
On Bilang Island, there is a peach grove on the mountain, but the fruits here are all green, and even the flowers are green.
It is rumored that he is Mrs. Bilang’s favorite.
In a green peach forest, there are a series of magnificent buildings, lined up against the mountains.
In the most magnificent hall, a man and a woman sit at the top.
The man is a white-haired old man with a red face and no wrinkles. He is Taoist Bilangjun Jindan, the co-owner of the Seventy-two Islands in Bilangjiao.
Next to him is a beautiful woman, but her appearance remains in her mid-twenties, with delicate skin and a charming look. She is actually more than two hundred and forty years old. She is the Taoist companion of Bilangjun, who was promoted ten years ago. Lady Bilang of Jindan.
A disciple is kneeling below, reporting to the two.
“Ancestor Qi, madam, I have sent disciples to sneak into various fleets in the past few days to explore.”
“This powerful extraterrestrial dragon comes from the Great Central Continent, and there are two of them. The Jindan Patriarch, one is the Human Race Patriarch, and the other is the Great Demon Turtle King, but they don’t have many capable subordinates. They only have two foundation builders and hundreds of Qi practitioners, not to mention thousands of mortals.”< br>
"They now have close trade with the three neighboring Qishen Wan families, but they only trade supplies needed by mortals."
"In addition, some disciples have gone to the island to experience it personally. The spiritual energy on the island is becoming increasingly abundant. There really is a second-level spiritual vein.”
Bi Langjun waved his hand.
“Go down!”
After they left, Mrs. Bilang put down the tea bowl heavily.
"Hmph, this foreign monk recited the sutra very well!"
"How could they be so lucky to find the spiritual vein? There must be something fishy about this!"
"Also, that Shen What are the intentions of the two families? Why did they report one day later than the Qi family? "Do they still take you as the island master in their eyes?"
Bi Lang? Jun laughed.
"Madam, you are so confused!"
"I, the co-owner, don't take care of things very much. If they submit confessions, I will accept them all; if something happens to them, I will help them, that's all."
< br>"I have little control and my reputation is good. Why bother with the small Jiji family?"
"The Wanshen family and the so-called Zhongxiang Island have actually left Bilangjiao. I can control the sea area, I can be at ease!”
“Why bother yourself?”
Bilangjun is approaching five hundred years old, and he has begun to spend his days drinking and drinking with beautiful women in pursuit of freedom, and is not willing to fight and fight.
Mrs. Bilang turned around and snorted coldly.
“You just talk about being free all day long.”
“Think about it, it’s a second-level spiritual vein. Outsiders are cunning, how do you know it’s not a third-level one?”
Bilangjun was confused.
"I can't use the third level!"
Mrs. Bilang poked the old man's forehead with her slender jade finger.
“You can’t use it, Ping’er can do it.”
“I heard that the competition on Futu Island is fierce, and the spiritual veins are occupied by those old guys.”
>"If Ping'er has cultivated into Nascent Soul, he will not be able to get enough spiritual energy resources to practice. By then, his cultivation will be enough to establish a sect. Wouldn't it be better to occupy Zhongxiang Island?"
"Being our neighbor can help us a lot on a daily basis."
"There is a Nascent Soul disciple nearby, and within thousands of miles of sea, who dares to be disrespectful to you?"
Bi Lang The Ping'er the lady is talking about is Ren Zeping, the famous and outstanding disciple who came from behind, achieved the Perfection of the Golden Elixir, and became a disciple of Buddha Island.
Bi Langjun hesitated.
“It is still doubtful whether there is a third-order spiritual vein on that desert island.”
"Besides, even if Ping'er has cultivated Nascent Soul, he may not be willing to return to our remote corner."
Mrs. Bilang pursed her pink lips in anger.
“As a master, you don’t worry about your disciples.”
“How can the disciples return?”
“He doesn’t have to return, but we have to do it.”
"If I, the master's wife, hadn't maintained the relationship for you all these years, Ping'er might not have been able to find his way back to the island." Seeing that his wife was angry, Bi Langjun hurriedly calmed her down.
His wife was actually a female disciple. Lord Bilang recognized her and accepted her as a Taoist companion and followed him more than twenty years ago.
Spent countless resources to help this female disciple achieve the golden elixir.
Nowadays, as people get older, they are more and more inseparable from this female Taoist companion.
"Alright, madam, don't be angry. I'll do whatever you want..." Bilangjun said in deep thought, "That outsider hasn't come to pay homage to the mountain gate in the past few days. He's too arrogant."
"Just find one. The reason is to find fault with him. When the time comes, our husband and wife will work together to drive them away..."
Lady Bilang then turned her anger into joy, and she snuggled into the old man's arms and acted coquettishly.
The two of them are in love.
A disciple suddenly ran out and knelt down at the entrance to announce the ceremony.
"Ancestor, there is a person coming from outside the mountain gate, who calls himself the ancestor of Jindan Road, Zhongxiang Island, and I would like to send you a greeting card,"
Mrs. Bilang gritted her teeth and resented how quickly this guy came.
She turned her eyes and said.
“If you don’t see me, you will say that the ancestor is in retreat.”
Bi Langjun smiled bitterly but did not speak.
There is no length of time in seclusion, and the other party cannot wait forever. However, it will be far-fetched for you to cause trouble for the other party in the future.
Forget it, don’t refute your wife’s face for outsiders.
Seeing that the ancestor did not speak, the disciple hurriedly ran out and did as he was told.
Mrs. Bilang said with a proud smile.
“I’m afraid he doesn’t dare to break into the magic circle on my island. If he waits outside, he will lose face.”
"If we don't wait, in a few days we will cause trouble for his lack of etiquette, who will the monks in the East China Sea believe?"
A look of helplessness flashed across Lord Bilang's face. He is a loyal East China Sea tycoon, and he treats the local monks , naturally it cannot be done so roughly.
That man has not yet established a firm foothold, so he cannot be considered a monk from the East China Sea...
Besides, I have also fought my way out of the golden elixir, but the deadline is approaching, and I have rarely done anything in the past hundred years. , coupled with the emergence of such a talented disciple, he gradually became famous.
Now that we are re-planning and re-arranging, I am still a little excited.
There are no truly heroic heroes in the East China Sea.
He comforted himself in his heart.
Suddenly.
There was a buzzing sound over the island.
“Dazhongzhou monk Lu Ye, now the owner of Zhongxiang Island, is here to pay a special visit to the owner and wife of Bilang Island!”
"I heard that Bo Yuntian, an islandist, is praised by everyone in the East China Sea, why do you avoid seeing him today?"
"Friend Bilang, please don't hesitate to see him!"
In the hall.
Jun Bilang and Mrs. Bilang changed color at the same time.
“How dare he!”
Bilangjun knocked over the tea bowl this time.
He has the greatest reputation in his life. Trade is busy near the main island, and monks come and go.
The other party roared so loudly that the whole island heard it.
If I hadn’t seen it, I don’t know what the news would be like tomorrow!
Mrs. Bilang was furious at first, but when she saw that her husband looked ugly, she smiled.
"Husband, this guy has a reckless character."
"Okay, let him in and see if he dares to enter the hall on the island?"
"There is a large array of people on the island in the hall. Pan, if the Langtang Magic Formation is opened, even the Yuanying monks can't get it!"
"If he dares to enter, we will bury him!"
Bi Langjun pondered, Murderous intent finally appeared in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.
"Okay, but don't kill people, teach them a lesson, let them retreat and leave the desert island."
Mrs. Bilang said with a sweet smile.
"Okay, wait and I will throw a cup and take command."
"I have seen the story in the storybook, I want to give it a try today."
Couple 2 People made plans in their hearts and immediately sent their disciples out to open the mountain gate.
After a while.
A ray of light flew from low in the sky.
I saw an ordinary-looking young Taoist in green robes in Dunguang. There was nothing surprising about him.
The man landed and entered the hall, then raised his hands and smiled.
“I have met Daoist fellow Taoist Bilang and his wife while traveling overseas!”
"When we become neighbors in the future, we should move around more and get closer."
Bi Langjun snorted and said nothing.
Mrs. Bilang picked up the tea cup and gritted her teeth.
"Who cares about a bad neighbor like you..."
Just as she was about to drop the tea cup, Bi Langjun's magic power came out of her body, preparing to activate the ban on the array in the hall.
Unexpectedly, the monk on the other side opened his forehead and opened his eyes, and a golden light shot out, piercing through the foreheads of the two of them almost instantly, in no particular order.
The two of them were horrified to find that their consciousness was locked and their whole body of mana could not be mobilized, like a wooden sculpture made of clay.
Lu Ye took the tea cup with his hand and threw it to the ground, smashing it into pieces.
“Go!”
He held one in each hand and flew out of the hall.
Thunder light bloomed from their bodies, and the three of them escaped from the light and flew overseas quickly, and the disciples outside the hall could not catch up with them.
The disciples on the island don’t know the whole story.
They looked up and saw the island owner and his wife hand in hand with a stranger. They were surprised that this stranger from Central Continent was so proud.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I guess the island owner and his wife sent him out in person before even saying a few words?
As soon as they came out of the mountain gate, the three of them stood high in the sky. At this time, the monks from the passing islands were coming and going below, looking up curiously.
The lightning was so dazzling that the faces of the three golden elixir masters could not be seen clearly.
But the voice of this newly promoted outsider from Zhongxiang Island can be heard.
"Brother Bi, Mrs. Bi, just send it here, don't give it away."
"Hey...how can I take back the gift I gave you?"
"Take it, accept it. I brought this second-generation flower from the secret realm of black bamboo. Heaven and earth raise rare treasures. I got it by chance. I just gave it to my brother. It can extend his life for two hundred years."
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"A virtuous and loving couple, how can I be willing to leave my wife alone in an empty house after decades?"
"Here, I would like to wish you two a long life. I heard that you two have no children yet, so give birth to them early. A young island master!"
While the Lu Island Master was speaking, he seemed to push a jade box away from Bilangjun with both hands, and the box suddenly broke open.
A petal fell from the sky.
This petal has a strange appearance. The head is like a mushroom and the body is like a ginseng. It also has ginseng whiskers and is covered with gold stars!
As soon as the cultivators in the sky heard it, they felt that all the bones in their bodies were loose, their energy and blood were growing, and their bone marrow was thundering.
The well-informed person exclaimed that it is really a rare and precious second flower!
"Farewell! Come visit another day!"
The Taoist in the sky seemed to be afraid that the gift would be pushed back, so he thrust the jade box into Bi Langjun's hand and turned into a bolt of thunder and disappeared.
Only Mr. Bilang and Mrs. Bilang were left standing in the air.
The passerby's hand was so strong that he pushed the two of them down, and then they recovered, their faces turned black.
Seeing that the strange petals were about to fall into the sea.
Bi Langjun still couldn't bear it, and stretched out his hand to take the precious and heavy petals back into the jade box.
It’s just...
Damn it!
If you want to give it, you should really give it one. What does it mean to give one petal? I wonder if these petals can extend life by twenty years?
Now all the cultivators passing by have seen it, even if I jump into the East China Sea, I can’t wash it away!
Mrs. Bilang was so frightened that she trembled all over.
It was so terrifying just now. Before the two of them could react, they were restrained by this person and dragged out of Bilang Island.
If this person suddenly killed someone just now, would there be any way for the two of them to survive?
The two looked at each other with complicated eyes.
At this time, the cultivators below did not know it, and they all bent down to salute, the sound was like a loud bell.
“Congratulations to Patriarch Bilang for gaining a new dear friend!”
“Congratulations to Patriarch Bilang for finding a treasure and living another life!”
“Congratulations to Patriarch and his wife. , grow old together and have children early!”
The sound rumbled throughout the island, and Mrs. Bilang's face turned red with anger, and her whole body trembled slightly.
With so many pairs of eyes looking at me, I have no choice but to recognize the best friend who threw the cup!
She still doesn’t know the details about her husband?
The most important thing is face in front of everyone.
Nowadays, there are so many people that even if they knock out their teeth, they will swallow them in their stomachs.
Bilangjun frowned, his thoughts racing.
Back then, in order to extend his life, he had already locked up his yang energy, so although he and his Taoist companion cultivated spiritual friendship, they had no heirs.
He watched the light disappear from the horizon, turned around and spoke to Mrs. Bilang’s spiritual consciousness.
"Madam, how about we give it a try?"
"Recognize this dear friend."
"A new young island master?"
Mrs. Bilang: "..."
She stamped her foot, turned around and used Escape Light to leave.
(End of this chapter)