Taoist companions help me live forever

The summer is hot, even the wind becomes hot, the cicadas on the roadside scream shrilly, and the grass on the roadside hangs its head wiltingly.

On the Chi Road from Zhaojiafang City to Shangyang City.

A medium-sized caravan was walking slowly. It seemed that due to the weather, no one was willing to talk, so the team was very quiet.

The road conditions on Chidao are not very good. From time to time, monks who are good at earth-based spiritual arts come out of the caravan and use spiritual arts to pave the way.

The originally bumpy road quickly became smooth and spacious as the caravan passed by.

In the center of the caravan was a luxurious carriage pulled by five black dragon horses.

The black dragon colt is a strange breed of horse. It is more than two meters tall. Its whole body is covered with black scales. It has a tiny horn at the head. It has strong endurance and can be compared to a first-order monster when it reaches adulthood.

It is said that the black dragon colt has a faint trace of black dragon blood. If this blood can be activated, it can become the black dragon colt king and have a chance to become a second-level monster.

The carriage carriage was nearly twenty square meters.

The whole thing is made of fine jujube rosewood, and the outer frame is carved with fine patterns. A string of purple wind chimes were hung on the left and right sides of the front of the car, which made a pleasant sound as the vehicle vibrated.

inside the car.

The temperature is suitable, and there is a hint of coldness in the air, which is in sharp contrast to the outside world.

A handsome young man was half-leaning on a sofa, reading an ancient book in his hand.

Behind him was a beautiful young woman sitting on her knees, letting his head rest in her arms, her slender fingers gently pressing his shoulders.

There was also a girl with pure temperament holding his calf and gently beating it with her little hands.

He looked like a playboy.

Sitting on one side was another gentle and beautiful girl, who was already accustomed to the absurdity of young people.

She held the big white cat that always looked quite noble in her arms. She looked through the car window and looked at the scenery on both sides of the road with interest.

They were Yu Xian's group who planned to go to the Shangyang City auction to pick up the missing items.

This time, Yu Xian did not fly over directly, but chose to go with the Zhao family caravan.

He has stayed in the Zhao family for too long.

I have been running between Zhaojiagou and Fangshi.

Although I was interested in the scenery outside, I never had time to take a look because I was too lazy.

So I took this opportunity to take a slow time trip.

So he asked the Zhao family to build this luxurious dragon horse carriage for him, and he also brought the young lady in charge and her apprentice with him to serve him.

After living a wealthy life for too long, he has no intention of enduring any more hardships, otherwise his cultivation would not be in vain.

Right now.

Yu Lan, who was petting the cat, saw the monks repairing the road and asked Yu Xian curiously:

"Ms. sir, why do they still build their own roads?"

In her eyes, her husband has always been omnipotent and omniscient.

Yu Xian enjoyed Yulan's admiring and admiring gaze.

But he really didn't know about this.

So he coughed lightly and said, "This matter is a bit complicated, so I'll let a professional explain it to you."

He gently pulled on a thin wire inside the car.

Then, a copper bell outside the car made a crisp sound.

Not long.

A Zhao family monk riding a black dragon horse ran from the front of the motorcade.

"Your Majesty, your subordinate, Zhao Wanlin, is waiting for your orders?"

Nowadays, Zhaojiafang City is in full swing, and local monks have an increasing demand for higher-end commercial products.

Therefore, the Zhao family's caravan, which had no sense of existence at first, took the opportunity to grow and provided the Zhao family with more than a dozen monk positions.

This Zhao Wanlin is one of them.

He was originally a descendant of the Zhao family, and he relied on the spiritual land allocated to his family to support himself in cultivation.

Later, Zhaojiafang City reopened and recruited troops.

While everyone was waiting and watching, he got excited and joined the first group.

Facts have proved that his choice was very correct.

After nearly ten years of hard work, his cultivation reached the late stage of Qi training, and he is now the deputy leader of the Zhao family's caravan and a confidant of General Manager Zhao.

Well, General Manager Zhao is Zhao Shiwen, and she did not come with her this time.

Yu Xian said lazily: "I'm here to ask you, who built this Chi Road, and why do you have to build it while walking?"

Zhao Wanlin thought for a while and replied: "This should be an agreed upon agreement.

It is said that this Chi Dao did not exist originally.

Later, various caravans appeared and there was a need for communication, so they slowly found a way.

It's just that due to various reasons, this road is often damaged, so we will repair it when we encounter it. It doesn't take much effort anyway.

It is convenient for yourself and others.

And the road is also a guide. If you are flying in the air and see this road, you will know where the people are. "

"That's it. Okay, please step back."

Yu Xian nodded, remembering that when he and Yulan returned to the world of immortality and were going to Shangyang City, the road on the ground really saved him the trouble of identifying the direction.

"Yes, I am resigning."

Zhao Wanlin was very sensible. Even if the guest asked him to come up just to ask an insignificant question, there was no sign of impatience on his face.

The caravan continued to move forward calmly.

The straight-line distance between Shangyang City and Zhaojiafang City is nearly 600 miles, but that is the flying distance in the sky.

If they were to travel on the ground, they would have to walk nearly a thousand miles in circles. A caravan could travel seventy or eighty miles a day, and a round trip would take about a month.

It's approaching dusk.

The distant wind dissipates the heat and makes you feel a little cooler.

The caravan passed by a small village and stopped there.

Such small villages are generally built on low-level spiritual veins. They are governed by a small qi-practicing family and about three to five qi-practicing monks, forming an immortal cultivator as the main body, supplemented by mortals, with about hundreds of people. small group.

The Zhao family used to be such a small group.

Such a small group is very unstable, and a slightly stronger monster may be able to wipe them out.

Or maybe a high-level immortal cultivator passing by is just in a bad mood and can kill them all without anyone even caring.

But they are like weeds, which cannot be burned away by wildfire.

Not long after the aftermath of the beast tide subsided, there were gradually more and more small villages like this.

As long as the spiritual veins are still there, there will always be people gathering here.

After all, there will never be a shortage of people like Yu Xian who want to lie down.

They don't want to go to the mortal world, and they want to be the boss themselves, so they occupy an unqualified spiritual vein that no one wants, call a few friends, and bring dozens of mortals.

After more than ten or twenty years of development, a small village can be formed and become a local bully.

This has to be thanked for the rich products of the world of immortality.

Although it is difficult to find high-level spiritual objects, it is not too easy to fill your stomach. Almost all the land can be harvested and mature by sowing seeds, and there is no need to bother cultivating at all.

The people in the village seemed to have been waiting for a while. When they saw the caravan coming, they did not approach immediately.

I saw two trucks from the caravan walking out of the group.

The truck has a cargo compartment that is similar to a container. When the monk driving the truck presses the button, a dazzling array of goods will be revealed inside.

Talismans, elixirs, potions, talismans, and one or two magic weapons.

These items are not of high quality, but their prices are several percent higher than those in the market.

But for these villages where there are few professionals, it is a rare good thing.

Seeing that the people from the caravan were ready, people from the village rushed forward.

These monks who came from the villages didn't have any spiritual stones in their hands. Most of them were bartered, and the prices were inevitably reduced. Every time they came back, they were the profits earned by the caravan.

Almost such a small village can earn a few spiritual stones.

And along the way, you have to pass at least dozens of small villages, and you can earn hundreds of spiritual stones, which is better than nothing.

The rest of the caravan was preparing food. There were not only monks in the team, but also many low-level monks and mortal warriors.

They all need to eat.

…

Yu Xian and others also got off the carriage.

The caravan people had set up tents for them and prepared bonfires for them to spend the night.

And because of the spare time, the caravan specially brought a chef with extraordinary skills, so a table of delicacies was also prepared.

Every dish was served piping hot and obviously freshly prepared.

However, Yu Xian and Yulan only tasted a few bites and didn't eat more. However, the young woman leader and Yue'er had good appetites.

After all, the rice is spiritual rice, the meat is the meat of second-level monster beasts, and even the soup is a medicinal diet made from elixirs.

The materials for this table alone require more than a dozen spirit stones.

"Delicious."

Yue'er felt as if every bite of meat she ate was exploding in her stomach, and her whole body felt warm.

She felt that just by accompanying her seniors on sightseeing tours these past few days, she didn't practice seriously at all, but her cultivation level was slowly rising. She felt that it would not be a problem for her to break through one or two small realms just by playing with her.

Maybe she could see the shadow of the later stages of Qi training before she turned twenty.

At that time, maybe she can also try to break through to the foundation building realm.

“The soup is also delicious and delicious.”

Magnolia saw that Yue'er liked it and served her another bowl of soup.

Yue'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it and thanked her: "Thank you, Sister Yulan."

"Eat more if you like."

Magnolia smiled lightly.

She has always been very generous to the women around her husband.

Because she knew that these women were all passers-by around her husband. She was the only one who could always stay with her husband in the past twenty years.

The group was full of wine and food.

Yulan suddenly found that her husband was very quiet today.

She looked sideways and saw her husband looking at the village monk who was still bargaining with the caravan for a few taels of spiritual sand.

"Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Xian said: "I was thinking that the whole village had to work hard for a month to earn so many spiritual stones, and they still had to be stripped off a layer by the caravan.

How desperate would they be if they knew that the price of this meal was more than all of them earned in a month? "

"I, I don't know."

Yu Lan was at a loss as she had never considered these issues.

"You don't need to know." Yu Xian rubbed Yu Lan's head and said with a smile, "Because this is the meaning of my practice."