Shuttle between Two Worlds: Establishing Ancestral Family from the World of Nine Uncles

Uncle Jiu thought for a while and said, "The cardinal is a middle-level and high-level person, and his status in Maoshan is probably slightly lower than that of Pindao."

Ji Ping nodded. He was slightly inferior to Uncle Jiu, and his status was not low. But the difference was that the monks of Europa could influence decisions, but Uncle Jiu and the others could not do this.

The monks in the Central Plains were too enterprising, and instead allowed more low-level people to occupy high positions. Facing the enemy's artillery fire, they thought not of fighting to the death, but of surrender.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. We, the common people, can't care about the affairs of the world." Ji Ping smiled and said to Uncle Jiu, "As for the issue you mentioned last time, I discussed it with the clan elders and thought it was useless.

No."

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows after hearing Ji Ping's words, obviously very happy.

"Chief Ji, do you agree?"

Ji Ping nodded and said, "Of course, I can pass on my inner skills to you now."

"Okay, okay, I, Maoshan, will always remember the kindness of Patriarch Ji!" Uncle Jiu said excitedly.

Ji Ping smiled and said: "Uncle Jiu said it true. In a time of great strife, we should support each other. Besides, I also got the Shangqing Dadong Scripture from your sect. It's not really a favor."

After that, Ji Ping passed on the Zulong Dao mental method to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was shocked when he felt the power of Ji Ping's soul. Chief Ji was unable to enter anymore than he had been some time ago.

Now was not the time to think about Ji Ping's strength. When he got the mental method, Uncle Jiu quickly browsed it. With his qualifications and understanding of practice, he knew the value of this method at a glance.

"Sure enough, it is an ancient skill. There is also a chapter about comprehending the power of the Great Dao. Chief Ji, you will not deceive me." Uncle Jiu said in his heart.

"Uncle Jiu, is it okay?" Ji Ping knew from Uncle Jiu's look that he was quite satisfied.

"No problem!" Uncle Jiu hurriedly said, "With this technique, I, the second generation disciple of Maoshan, will be able to plant the foundation of the Great Dao in a short period of time. It doesn't matter if I don't practice the fake elixir technique."

Uncle Jiu's short-term is different from what Ji Ping thinks of as short-term. As can be seen from Jiang Li's example, even if it takes less than a year and a half, it will be difficult for even a stone-hard person to successfully build a foundation.

"Uncle Jiu, this method is extraordinary and can only be passed on to trusted people." Ji Ping reminded.

Uncle Jiu naturally understood what Ji Ping meant, and nodded: "Don't worry, Chief Ji, we in Maoshan have a screening method, but we haven't used it for a long time. This method will never be passed on to people with evil intentions, let alone spread."

"Chief Ji, actually I have another unkind request." Uncle Jiu said with some shame.

When Ji Ping saw this, he smiled and said, "Uncle Jiu, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it. I will do my best to help you if I can."

"Chief Ji, although Maoshan has the method of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, it consumes a lot of money. I think your sword control technique requires very little real energy. Can you pass it on to me, Maoshan?" Uncle Jiu said sheepishly, "Don't worry.

My faction will definitely provide corresponding treasures in exchange."

Ji Ping waved his hand and said: "The art of sword control is just a minor way, Uncle Jiu doesn't have to be polite."

After that, Ji Ping taught Uncle Jiu how to fly.

In fact, the difficulty in flying with a sword is not in controlling objects, but in the use of true energy and the connection with the Avenue of Wind. As long as Uncle Jiu and the others practice the mental method of the Ancestral Dragon Avenue, they can quickly figure out this way.

Ji Ping has no reason not to do this kind of favor.

"Thank you, patriarch."

Seeing Uncle Jiu's anxious look, Ji Ping stopped talking about other topics, as the other person's mind had already wandered away.

Uncle Jiu was about to go back and try to practice, while Ji Ping was sitting on a chair, thinking about his future plans.

"The government and the court are unreliable and there is no hope." Originally, Ji Ping thought that this world was different from Blue Star. Maybe the Central Plains would not be so disaster-ridden, but now it seems that the future may be even more tragic than Blue Star. After all, the main world has huge

group of monks.

Judging from Uncle Jiu's previous words, there are about 2,000 disciples in Maoshan. There will never be more than 10 similar sects, and the number of monks in the entire sect in the world should be less than 20,000.

There are two to three hundred masters in the fake alchemy realm in Maoshan, and there should be less than a thousand in the world.

"I don't know how strong those big guys are." Ji Ping couldn't tell, and Uncle Jiu had never revealed the strength of Maoshan's generation.

"Comparing Europa, I am stronger than the cardinal, not necessarily the archbishop, and there are one or two levels above." Ji Ping thought, "No wonder even if Maoshan unites many sects, they can only fight against one force at most.

, these alien races have taken off since the decline of humanity, and the foundation they have accumulated over the years is immeasurable."

Ji Ping began to feel a little anxious. Everything in the world was in chaos, and everything was moving in a bad direction. It was becoming more and more difficult to revitalize the clan.

Nowadays, Ji Ping's understanding of the great road has begun to encounter bottlenecks. Even in the small world of Zuting, his progress has slowed down a lot.

"Get the Thunder Lingzhu first. The current aura of humanity is still too weak." Ji Ping thought for a while and prepared to advance the plot of the dungeon to avoid being at a disadvantage in the competition in the main world.

As for whether he will be overtaken by other monks, it is not that important, as long as these people can stand in the same camp. If the Central Plains falls apart, he will have no choice but to take those close to him far away.

After thinking about it, Ji Ping felt much relieved. Governor and Yingji always have to pay the price.

Ji Ping didn't know how long his departure would take, so he decided to go back to Blue Star first. He hadn't been back for half a month, and the inventory in the shop was almost gone.

…

Makou City, New World Entertainment, Ji Ping immediately contacted Gu Facai and Zhang Dayong after arriving in the room.

During this period of time, the two of them have lived a very comfortable life, taking money for free and not working, and apart from reading books every day, they just gamble and have fun. I really hope that they can stay this relaxed for the rest of their lives.

After receiving Ji Ping's call, the two of them rushed over within a few minutes without any delay.

Ji Ping looked at the two slightly wealthy people and threw out a list without saying anything.

"How long will it take to get a fortune?"

Gu Facai glanced at the list. In addition to the regular products last time, this time there were a variety of contraband items that he imagined appeared on the list.

"Boss, the arms may be a little late. The other things will be ready within two days." Gu Facai said. He also took out a small notebook and handed it to Ji Ping. "Last time, the antique gems and wood sold for about 30%, and the account was 60%."

Ten million."

So much? Ji Ping couldn't tell the quality of the antique, so he didn't expect it could be sold for so much money.

"There are only 20 million antique gems, and most of them are the precious wood that the boss brought last time." Gu Facai explained.

wood!

Ji Ping really didn't expect that those rotten pieces of wood were so valuable?

"The price of precious wood has increased sharply in recent years. The price of a hundred-year-old golden phoebe is about 100,000 per ton, and the price of a thousand-year-old is over 100 million! Red sandalwood is even more expensive. Moreover, the supply exceeds the demand." Gu Facai saw that the boss seemed to be dissatisfied with the price of wood.

Too familiar, he introduced, "If the boss has channels, he can do more. Antique gems are not easy to sell."

Ji Ping felt happy. There were not many blue stars in this thing, but there were many in the main world. Even though many were harvested by the royal families of various dynasties, most of them were still retained due to transportation problems. Not only in the southwest, but also in Nanyang at this time

It has not yet been developed on a large scale, and precious timber is everywhere in the mountains and plains. Maybe a tribal chief lives in a mansion worth hundreds of millions.