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Cliff peak.

A thatched cottage towers over the clouds.

The people living in Luzhong are the real owners of Moyafang City - Moya Sanren.

Moya Sanren became famous hundreds of years ago. He likes to wear white shirts and looks about thirty years old. He is a handsome, elegant and mature man.

His eyes are bright, as if they always reveal hope. His usual hobby is very simple, which is carving. He often stays on the top of the mountain and carves without sleep for several days.

At this moment, he was carving a stone statue. Using his finger as a knife, he lightly scratched the stone and could cut through a layer of stone skin more easily than the sharpest magic weapon in the world.

The stone statue gradually began to take shape. It was a woman. Her appearance was not outstanding, she could only be regarded as pretty and pleasant.

But Lu Shan knew that this was the most important person to Master, and it was also the portrait that Master could never finish carving.

She did not disturb the master, but stood aside and waited quietly.

Two hours later.

Only the last pair of eyes remain in the stone statue that have not been finished.

Moya Sanren gently touched the face of the stone statue, and then sighed. The entire stone statue seemed to have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain in an instant, turning into a puddle of gray-white lime powder and collapsing.

"What's the matter?"

Moya Sanren flicked his sleeves, and the lime on the ground floated away with the wind like the depths of the mountains.

Lu Shan replied: "Master, a guy named Blood Sea Man has recently arrived near Fang City. It is said that he is the younger brother of the Blood Demon Ancestor and is also a Nascent Soul Lord.

Now we are recruiting troops and buying horses, and we have brought out a lot of good things, saying that we are going to have a showdown with the Blood Demon Ancestor, and a lot of people in our city have fled. "

Moya Sanren slightly nodded his head.

"I see."

Then nothing more happened.

Lu Shan saw this and was anxious in her heart, and finally couldn't help but said:

"Master, people in the city are in a state of flux right now, and they all want to work for those two demon kings to get a share of the pie.

If you don't take care of it, the market will become increasingly deserted. "

She is an orphan. She has been hanging out on the street as long as she can remember. No one taught her how to practice. She can be said to be the lowest level person.

Until one day he bumped into Master on the street.

She bumped into it on purpose.

She really couldn't stand the fear every day, so she wanted to find a good home to sell herself to.

She washed her face specially and found her target.

When she bumped into the master, she raised her head, revealing her thin face, trying her best to smile carefully, and then she heard the warmest words in the world.

The master said that her eyes were very beautiful, like one of his old friends, and then he took her to have a full meal at a stall on the street.

She knew that she had met a kind-hearted person, so she didn't care about anything and just followed her master, thinking that she would not let go no matter how hard he was beaten or scolded.

In the end, the master didn't say anything, and just took her up the mountain casually, just like randomly picking up unwanted puppies and kittens.

She grew up ignorantly in the mountains. Occasionally the master would teach her something, and most of the time he would give her some books and jade slips for her to learn on her own.

She practiced in a daze all the way until after building the foundation, a group of people appeared and called her Young Master.

Only then did she realize that her master was actually the owner of Moyafang City, the extremely mysterious Moya Sanren.

Now she is nearly two hundred years old and is already a monk in the late stage of Jindan, but she is still far away from the Nascent Soul realm.

And her master doesn't care about things. She has been taking care of most of the affairs in the city these years.

Although in fact she didn't do very well.

Fangshi's ability to stand still depends on the cliff spiritual mine, which can continuously provide sufficient spiritual stones for Fangshi.

But she had already regarded Fangshi as her home. Now that someone was stealing from her home, how could she not be anxious?

Unexpectedly, Moya Sanren only asked a question when he saw this.

"Did they violate the city's rules?"

Lu Shan was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "That's not true."

Moya Sanren said calmly: "In that case, let them fight. But as long as those who escape to Fangshi are willing to make an oath and forget about the past, they will not cause trouble again.

Other than that, it's business as usual. "

Lu Shan held it in her heart for a long time before replying vaguely:

"Okay Master."

When she was young, she had no shortage of conspiracy theories.

They felt that the master's move was extremely clever. After setting the rules, the monks who fled to Fangshi had no other way out except to serve the master.

Over time, Master will have such a huge force under his hands.

In the future, if you establish a sect and establish a sect, you will naturally have a cloud of followers.

Until later, she watched helplessly as the monks who had sworn broke their vows and left the city, but she did not receive any punishment other than the backlash of their vows.

Only then did she realize that the master didn't care whether Fangshi prospered or not, nor did he care whether the monks who protected him would betray their trust.

All he cared about from beginning to end was his rule.

She once asked the master why he cared so much about this rule. The master did not answer. He just looked at her eyes for a while and said, "You don't understand."

So she never asked again.

"Master, disciple... take leave."

Lu Shan wanted to say something to her master, but seeing his calm eyes, she felt that it would be superfluous.

Master already understood her intention.

She turned and left.

After taking just two steps, I heard Master's calm words.

"Practice well and don't be disturbed by other things. I have ordered an Infant Transformation Pill for you at the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce's auction this time. Just go and pick it up at the next auction."

Lu Shan paused in her steps and couldn't help but have a big smile on her face.

"Master, I will never let you down."

Moya Sanren turned his eyes to the clouds and said no more. Only a pair of clear eyes and a blurry face appeared in his mind.

"Wanrong, there are still one hundred and ninety-six years, which is enough for five hundred years."

"Time will tell who is right and who is wrong."

…

Mingyue Tiancheng.

Mingyue Mountain is the core place of spiritual energy in the Celestial City. It is enough for several Nascent Soul Lords to practice together without worrying about lack of spiritual energy hindering their practice.

And this is also where the training cave of True Lord Yue Yue is located.

Yu Xian stood at the foot of the mountain, feeling quite calm as if the mountain was collapsing in front of him without changing his expression.

Not long after, he met the ruler of this area, the princes of the Xuanyang Realm, and the owner of Mingyue Tiancheng—Jiuyue Zhenjun.

When he first entered Xuanyang Realm, he had a general understanding of the many ecology of Xuanyang Realm from top to bottom.

The Xuanyang Sect was at the top and was the largest ruler. Most of the lower-level monks worked hard to farm, mine and pay taxes, and it was this uncle who supported them.

Then there are the eight heavenly cities under Xuanyang Sect.

Mingyue Tiancheng is one of them. It belongs to the local sect, which means that the True Lord of September was cultivated from within the Xuanyang Sect. He is a direct lineage of the True Lord. The city lord of Mingyue Tiancheng was also appointed by the Xuanyang Sect. He was also a famous Xuanyang Sect back then. Yang Zhenzhuan.

Since there are local factions, there are also dependent factions.

As mentioned before, nearly half of the city lords in the Eight Heavenly Cities are not from the Xuanyang Sect. These true kings are all tyrannical monks who were recruited by the Xuanyang Sect.

They form a lineage of their own, and the position of Lord of the Celestial City is passed down internally.

Unless the youth is really out of control and cannot even cultivate a Nascent Soul True Lord, Xuanyang Sect will not easily interfere with the position of city lord.

Yu Xian's previous goal was to become this kind of city lord.

But now that he has seen the power of the broad masses of the people, he feels that he can set his goals higher.

For example, leading the entire Xuanyang Realm monks to realize the Great Harmony Program.

Getting back to the topic, the reason why Yu Xian came to see True Lord Yue Yue was because the reputations of the two Nascent Soul bosses, Blood Sea Seaman and Blood Demon Patriarch, were so famous that even True Lord Yue Yue was alarmed.

After all, they are two Nascent Soul cultivators, with their own spotlight.

As the ruler of one party, True Lord Yue Yue had a war started right under her nose, so she still ignored them, which would be a bit derelict in her duties.

So Zhan Hong, the person directly in charge, was called over by Zhenjun Yue Yue to inquire about the situation.

Yu Xian was not surprised by this, but he did not expect to be personally summoned by True Lord Yue Yue.

"Although I am very confident in the art of deceiving the sky, it is not necessarily better not to see him. Who knows if this Zhan Hong had a personal relationship with the True Lord Yue Yue before.

It's so annoying, I really want to search for his soul. "

But on the outside, Yu Xian was calm and calm, until Zhenjun Yueyue's pretty maid opened her restraints and showed him a decent smile.

"Zhan Zhenren, Zhenjun said you just give me the information."

Yu Xian was stunned.

"Don't you see me, Zhenjun?"

The maid covered her mouth and smiled: "Zhenzhen Zhan is joking. Zhenjun likes to be quiet and never sees outsiders."

Seeing that Yu Xian looked a little lost, the maid stretched out her white and tender palms playfully.

"Master Zhan, please don't think that the True Lord is targeting you. Last time, a True Lord from the sect passed by and only had a few words with my True Lord from a distance.

How can the true king be so nice? Please give me the things. "

Yu Xian concealed a smile and presented a jade slip and a small pink storage bag.

"Sorry for bothering you, girl."

The maid thought he was unhappy because of the neglect, but on the contrary, he almost laughed out loud with joy.

If he really couldn't shirk it, why would he ever want to see the True Monarch of September?

Even if it was said that the True Lord of September was extremely beautiful and could conquer the country, but so what, he wouldn't be allowed to sleep with her, no matter how beautiful she was, it would be of no use to her.

When the maid saw the pink storage bag, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.

"Zhan Zhenren, what do you mean?"

Yu Xian showed a somewhat flattering smile.

"It's hard for the girl to travel up and down. Zhan is also careful not to tire the girl. If the girl doesn't like it, just throw it away."

His main task now is to delay time.

Such a close servant next to a big shot may not necessarily succeed in doing things, but the probability of bad things will be greatly increased.

But think about it, it’s really fucked. He is a majestic and quasi-true king, and he has the strength of two Nascent Souls, but he still has to get close to a little girl.

It's detrimental to elegance.

"Don't do this next time. You wait here first. If Zhenjun has any further instructions, don't lose sight of anyone."

The maid put away the storage bag with a smile, took the jade slip and flew back to the mountain happily.

After all, there are tens of thousands of spiritual stones in it. It is mainly practical, so you can buy whatever you like.

After the maid left, Yu Xian really stood upright and waited.

Mingyue Mountain.

The True Monarch of September is wearing a pink and white fairy dress with wide sleeves. She really looks like the goddess of the Moon Palace. She is so sacred and inviolable that no one dares to think of blasphemy.

She was tending to a tea tree that was only two meters high. It was the Moon Dew Tea Tree that she won from the Jinpeng Demon Emperor.

This tea tree has extraordinary effects, especially suitable for her practice. To her, it is like a treasure that continuously produces fourth-level elixirs, and there is no erysipelas.

She specially spent a lot of money from Xuanyang Sect in exchange for a bottle of ten thousand-year spiritual essence to cultivate this tree, plus the core of the fourth-level spiritual veins.

Now the tea tree can produce two tea leaves a year.

With the help of this tree, she has hope of breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage.

Jinpeng Demon Emperor only knew that this spiritual tea tree was good for her, but she still underestimated its effect.

The maid fell to the ground far away, then walked quickly with small steps.

"Miss, this is the information compiled by Zhan Hongzhan, the demon-slaying team."

Privately, True Lord Yue Yue doesn't like people around her to call her True Lord or City Lord, as it makes her feel too old-fashioned.

True Lord Yue Yue took it casually, and sorted out the information with a sweep of his consciousness.

"Two foreign demon kings recruited the demon cultivators in Moyafang City, but instead wiped out the demon cultivators in the territory. Is there something wrong with their minds?"

"As for the lack of movement from Moyasanren, I'm not surprised. He is a lunatic, a lunatic who has fallen into obsession and cannot extricate himself."

Recalling that three hundred years ago, she had just arrived at Mingyue Tiancheng and had served for several decades.

Moya Sanren suddenly appeared, established a Moyafang Market under her nose, and set up those ridiculous rules.

Of course she couldn't tolerate it and knocked on the door on the spot.

As a result, she was completely defeated after a fierce battle.

You must know that she was already a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying three hundred years ago, otherwise she would not be qualified to hold the position of Lord of the Celestial City.

In the end, she tried all her methods, and Moya Sanren actually took over easily, without even forcing him to show his specific strength.

If he hadn't taken Xuanyang Sect's background into account, he might have been suppressed on the spot.

She was naturally dissatisfied afterwards.

She is not from a non-traditional background, but is a true descendant of Xuanyang. She has never been so humiliated.

So she invited the sect's great elder, but the great elder came to talk to Moya Sanren and actually let her admit it.

She guessed that Moya Sanren might already be a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. Only with this kind of strength could the sect tolerate his irregularities.

Fortunately, Moya Sanren could not leave Moyafang City easily, and he had been adhering to his outrageous rules for so many years, so she turned a blind eye.

True Lord September scanned all the information in the jade slips.

"It seems that they have worked hard and did not neglect their duties."

"The suggestion of sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers is not bad. With his strength, he really can't intervene. Since there is no big trouble, let's wait and let it go."

"The sect has sent a message that the Jiyin Ghost Vein has given birth to a strange phenomenon again. Maybe it won't take long for a great ghost emperor to be born.

It is not appropriate for me to get hurt at this time, otherwise when the sect recruits me and conquer the Great Ghost Emperor, I will fall because of this, which will make people laugh. "

Thinking about it, her consciousness suddenly glanced down the mountain, and she saw the young monk standing upright with a very upright attitude.

“I remember that this kid was from Kuimufeng’s lineage.

It is a pity that the disciples of True Lord Wuliu broke through to the realm of Yuanying this time. As a result, True Lord Kuimu failed in his dispute with True Lord Wuliu about the position of the master of the Dharma Hall. He suffered a big loss. His marriage to Qunxing Peak was even more silent. I am afraid there is nothing he can do about it. Take care of this disciple again. "

True Lord Yue Yue's thoughts changed, and his spiritual consciousness wrote a word on the jade slip to summon the maid.

"Send it away."

"Yes, miss."

The maid took it respectfully.

…

Yu Xian took the jade slip and swept his consciousness inward, feeling an extremely domineering force. It was just a word "ok".

True Lord Yue Yue is a real monk in the middle stage of Yuanying, and he has been immersed in this realm for many years. He is definitely not comparable to a guy who only barely breaks through the Yuanying level with his spiritual consciousness.

Even if the people from the Blood Sea and the Blood Demon Ancestor were there, it might not be enough for her to fight alone.

He remained calm and thanked the maid again, and by the way, he learned the maid's name, which made the maid's eyes flutter and she chuckled again and again.

Although a servant of the True Lord like her has a high status, the mountain is cold and there are not many opportunities to interact with male cultivators.

Not to mention that Zhan Hong's image is also outstanding. He comes from a famous family and has strong cultivation. He is really a good man.

It's a pity that Yu Xian is not interested in eating the grass from Zhenjun's nest, but eating Zhenjun is still worth seeing.

After receiving Zhenjun Yue Yue's reply, he felt as if he had put down a big stone, and even his steps back became brisker.

Now we are just waiting for a breakthrough.