Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"The Lord of Kyoto?" Chen Mo was a little surprised. "From what you said, this Lord is also one of the Lords of the Eight Treasures Dragon Pavilion?"

"Yes, he is one of the seven councilors, and he ranks third in terms of contribution."

The other party's introduction did not arouse Chen Mo's interest, but made him feel that the matter was not simple.

As he went to Beizhou and Zhongzhou more and more frequently, the people he met became more and more senior.

The dean of Linglong College, the Lord of Kyoto City... and the young man in front of him who also had an extraordinary background.

At this time, he was invited to Jiuyi Mountain, one of the thirty-six caves, and it was most likely to meet the Lord of the Pavilion and the Lord of the City.

"If Chen Mo is interested, you can set off immediately."

Seeing that he had not spoken, Nalan Ziju reminded him.

However, after careful consideration, Chen Mo finally shook his head: "Forget it, with my status, I won't bother the Lord of the City. I'll find a tavern in the city and stay for two or three days."

His words stunned Nalan Ziju on the spot.

"Not going?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

"Don't worry, General Chen. We won't disturb the Pavilion Master. We're just going to take a look."

"That would be even more inappropriate."

Chen Mo still insisted.

Unless the Kyoto City Lord Xiong Ziyang, who he was going to visit, invited him to go as the Pavilion Master of Babao Zhenlong Pavilion, he would not go.

Seeing his repeated insistence, Nalan Ziju showed a bitter smile on his beautiful face.

"Then you can arrange a place for General Chen to stay here."

"Yes, sir."

The maid who had just recovered a little hurriedly accepted the order.

Afterwards, Chen Mo exchanged a few words with Nalan Ziju, and left the room with Chen Shi and Chen Hu.

The maid who was originally responsible for serving Nalan Ziju was still leading the way, but when she turned around, the three people had disappeared, leaving only one sentence that kept echoing in her ears:

"They have left, no need to be polite. Come visit fellow Daoist Nalan again in three days."

The maid was frightened and hurried back to the room, only to see the master holding a wine glass alone, with a complicated expression on his face that was more delicate than a woman.

"Master..."

"Come, sit down."

Nalan Ziju patted the back of the chair gently, motioning the other party to sit down.

Although the maid was worried, she did not dare to disobey the other party's order, so she sat down carefully.

I only heard the other party muttering to himself: "It seems that Pavilion Master Xiong has miscalculated. He doesn't seem to be interested in the blessed land of the cave."

"Well...it seems..."

The maid was about to speak, but immediately thought about her identity, so she chose to shut up.

"Like what?"

"I..."

"Go ahead, I allow you to say it."

The maid nodded, and then said: "From the other party's reaction, he should be interested."

"Then why not go?"

"I think it may be out of caution. After all... you... you didn't reveal your young master..."

"Slap!"

As soon as the voice fell, the maid's face changed drastically, and she slapped herself back and forth with both hands.

He was obviously a cultivator in the Jindan realm, but at this moment, she was hit by a bright red palm print.

"Okay."

Stop as soon as he said it.

Nalan Ziju didn't care, as if nothing had happened, and continued to talk to himself:

"Xiong Ziyang asked me to meet this person, but from the appearance, conversation, etc., there is nothing outstanding about him?"

He was a little puzzled.

If it was just because he was a general of Pingduzhou, or a member of the Tianlong Department, he was not qualified to meet him in person... What's more, he deliberately lowered his posture to show his goodwill just now.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in three days."

He looked at the wine glass in his hand and drank it all.

"This wine is not bad."

...

After leaving Yixian Restaurant, Chen Mo stopped on the main road of Guijie Street.

Chen Hu and Chen Shi followed behind him in a flattering manner, wanting to talk but not daring to.

It has been almost a year since the last time I came to Zhongzhou.

It is time to pay the spiritual plants to Wu Dianli, but Chen Mo did not plan to go when he came. After all, the main purpose of this trip was the things that Liang Qiuyu mentioned that he was interested in.

Even if he had three more days this time, he was not going to pay a visit.

Avoid unnecessary trouble.

With the large-scale sale of spiritual plants, it is obvious that the senior management of Babao Zhenlong Pavilion has noticed him.

The cultivator just now must have an extraordinary origin without much thought.

What's more, the other party also has a double surname, and like Tan Tai and Zuo Qiu, he is probably from a secret clan.

This is also the reason why he rejected the other party's invitations again and again.

Before we figure out their attitude, the deeper the contact, the more disadvantageous it will be for us.

Chen Mo has also thought about it. If Babao Zhenlong Pavilion does business with him honestly and doesn't ask any more questions, he will continue to sell spiritual plants and elixirs through Liang Qiuyu and Liu Yulin.

And if the other party investigates and even investigates him.

Chen Mo is ready to push all of this to the missing Wei Yi, saying that these resources are all obtained from his secret realm. At the same time, he will no longer have any other dealings with Babao Zhenlong Pavilion.

"Businessmen should do business peacefully!"

...

"Businessmen should do business peacefully." Xiong Ziyang smiled and rejected his subordinates' proposal.

"But if he really has other magical powers of spiritual plants, shouldn't we find out by all means and win him over after confirming it?"

However, Xiong Ziyang still shook his head.

"Remember, sometimes less is more, and not doing is better than doing! As the owner of the Eight Treasures Dragon Pavilion, I am just a businessman, and I accept his goods regardless of the source."

Seeing that the other party was still puzzled, he said: "You will understand later."

"Okay."

"How many things did you find out about the auction?"

The other party shook his head: "It's the same as always. Except for the three things we provided ourselves, we didn't find out anything."

Xiong Ziyang couldn't help but frowned: "Then who leaked the news about the immortal fruit that is now spreading in secret?"

"It's not clear for the time being. I asked the Five Elements Business and the World Business, and they also said that it had nothing to do with them. There was no immortal fruit in the three things they took out."

"Could it be the Dragon Head Guard?" Xiong Ziyang seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking.

However, the subordinates who had originally asked and answered questions chose to shut up after hearing the three words "Dragon Head Guard" and did not continue.

For the Lord of Kyoto, it is almost impossible for a force to grow and develop under his nose and hide it from him.

Therefore, the Dragon Guards are no longer a secret to Xiong Ziyang.

It's just that no one dares to act rashly before figuring out who is the real backer behind them.

"It shouldn't be."

He shook his head again, denying his opinion.

"Forget it, forget it." (End of this chapter)