"How can a conflict arise in this place?" Chen Xiao was speechless.

Tai Sheng said slowly, "It is in this isolated place that people's emotions are easily irritable. If there is a slight disagreement, the slightest conflict will be magnified to an unmanageable level."

Xi Yunting nodded and said, "Some people do it on purpose, hoping to become famous in one battle."

Tai Sheng sighed and said, "It's hard to find a peaceful place in this world, let alone the factions that have been fighting for a long time."

Chen Xiao shuddered and said, "Could it be that the Zhongxuan Sect has some ancient enemies in Xuwu?"

Xi Yunting looked at his shocked face. Although he wanted to tell him no, he felt sorry that Chongxuan really had a hostile sect.

He said, "A thousand years ago, a palace master of Changyang Palace was seriously injured by the head of Chongxuan, and he died from his injuries."

"Changyang Palace is one of the five major sects in Xuwu, right? Are there many people coming this time?" Chen Xiao immediately started to prepare for war.

Tai Sheng laughed and said, "This feud has been going on for thousands of years. It was too long ago. It's possible that Changyang Palace looked at us coldly, but it's unlikely that they were deliberately seeking revenge."

"That's good." Chen Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's still considered good. The Fire Lotus Temple and the Golden Zen Sect are truly incompatible. Both are Buddhists, but they have different cultivation philosophies and therefore have irreconcilable differences." Tai Sheng said, "Moreover, because they both cultivate in the Divine Land Atlas, the disciples of both sides often have frictions and are often very angry when they meet. It would be fine if the Golden Zen Sect didn't come, but if they do, they must be allies, and the Fire Lotus Temple will probably vent their anger on them."

Xi Yunting said calmly: "It's okay. Being able to fight with fellow Buddhist practitioners is also a rare experience for disciples." Although these words were said calmly, they were filled with murderous intent.

Tai Sheng just smiled and said nothing, looking fearless.

Chen Xiao looked at the two men's calm expressions and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Compared with a thousands-year-old immortal sect like Chongxuan, he, as the head of the Dongyu Sect, was too uneasy.

It took three days of repair to complete the base.

A two-story wooden building was built for Tai Sheng, with the first floor for receiving guests and the second floor for living and resting.

The rest of the disciples lived in wooden houses with four people in a room. Huang Keran and Xiao Junjie lived in a room with three people, and Xi Yunting and Chen Xiao occupied one room.

Looking out from the center of the camp, there are simple wooden sheds and tents everywhere, and the wooden houses of the Chongxuan Sect are particularly eye-catching.

One after another, some ignorant people came to test the situation, but after being beaten up by Chang Shou, no one dared to come and make trouble anymore.

That morning, when Chen Xiao was putting on his shirt, he found a tear in it. He habitually took out a needle, added the old thread he had removed, and planned to sew the hole up himself.

When Xi Yunting came back from morning exercise, he saw him sitting by the bed with his coat on, sewing clothes with his head down.

He paused for a moment, waited for Chen Xiao to notice him, looked up at him and smiled, then slowly walked over.

Xi Yunting didn't say anything, he just sat aside and watched him. It was Chen Xiao who reacted on his own and put down the needle in his hand with a smile.

He said self-deprecatingly: "Inertia is so strong that I forgot I'm back."

Chen Xiao had put only a few pieces of cloth in the storage box. They were all leftovers from making outer garments, but none of them were soft and thick enough for next-to-the-skin wear.

Therefore, he and Huang Keran took special care of her.

Chen Xiao remembered something, quickly put on his clothes, and said, "There's a store in this camp, right? I can go buy some new clothes."

Xi Yunting stood up and said, "There is a cloth shop in the center of the town."

"Okay, let's go there." Chen Xiao walked out of the room and called his apprentice, "Come on, I'll buy you some new clothes."

Xi Yunting was a little reluctant at first. They finally met again and they had little time to be alone. But when he saw the worn-out clothes on Huang Keran, Xi Yunting couldn't bear it.

Xi Yunting said calmly: "Let's go together."

Huang Keran had no idea of ​​the twists and turns in his master's heart, and followed the two of them happily.

The three of them walked along the main road for three quarters of an hour before arriving at the original town center. This was the busiest place in the camp, and almost all the idle Taoist practitioners were here.

The reason why I said there are few hotels here before is because there are many pubs.

For cultivators, drinking the wine brewed by mortals is just like drinking soft drinks. They can never get drunk from it. However, they are happy to gather in taverns, each holding a large glass of wine, chatting and bragging loudly.

The days of waiting for the Chongshan Immortal Palace to open were too boring. There were no conditions for cultivation in the camp, and all the cultivators outside were evil ones, so they could only stay here.

The cultivators are full of energy and boredom, so any negative emotion will be magnified, which inevitably leads to constant conflicts in the camp.

Fortunately, the alliance suppressed the situation, strictly prohibited lawsuits involving murder, and strictly limited the scale of conflicts, so this place did not become a riot scene.

There was only one cloth shop in the town, which originally made a living by selling cheap cotton cloth and a small amount of silk. After the Taoists came, the business of this cloth shop became much more prosperous.

Taoist monks would have conflicts and fights for no reason, and seldom would they mend their torn clothes themselves. Instead, they would ask others to mend them or simply make new clothes.

The fabrics used by practitioners are higher quality than those used by ordinary people, and so naturally more expensive. As a result, the business of this fabric shop has grown rapidly, and not only has the store been renovated, but the scope of business has also been expanded significantly.

After entering the cloth shop, Chen Xiao asked Huang Keran to pick out what she liked, while he and Xi Yunting slowly browsed around.

The high-quality fabrics here are all smuggled in by merchants at great risk of their lives. There is not much choice, but the prices are quite high.

Chen Xiao still followed his old habit of buying fabrics in bulk. After choosing the color, he asked a tailor to measure his size.

Chen Xiao turned his head and said to Xi Yunting beside him, "I hunted a few white foxes in a small heaven before. The fur feels very good. I have kept it for you. I plan to ask someone to make a cloak for you when I come back. You like to wear dark colors, so it must look good with a cloak with white fur edges."

Xi Yunting was happy and a little annoyed. When Chen Xiao was wandering outside, he was still thinking of making a cloak for him with fur, but he didn't think of these things.

The tailor who was measuring the size heard Chen Xiao's words and carefully solicited business from him, "Sir, the craftsmanship of our shop's master is also very exquisite. If you want to make a cloak, our shop can undertake it."

Chen Xiao didn't insist on going back to Luo Chen to make it, so he asked, "Does the master craftsman you mentioned have any ready-made clothes? Just samples."

The tailor saw that Chen Xiao was interested, and he couldn't help but said, "Yes, yes, please wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

The tailor put away his tape measure and hurried to the backyard. Just as he entered the yard, he heard a loud "bang". A big hole appeared in the wall next to the yard, and a figure flew out and knocked the tailor to the ground.

The tailor suffered such a severe blow that he vomited blood on the spot and it seemed that he was dying.

Chen Xiao naturally couldn't bear to see the person who had just been talking to him die, so he shouted, "Brother!"

Xi Yunting said "hmm" and rushed into the yard with him tacitly.

Chen Xiao picked up the man who had been thrown out, and Xi Yunting squatted down, raising his hand to check the tailor's body.

The tailor's ribs and internal organs were shattered by the impact. Under normal circumstances, he could not be saved. Only with the help of immortal methods could his life be saved.

Xi Yunting pondered for a moment, took out a elixir from his storage bag, scraped off a little powder, and put it into his mouth.

The tailor took a long breath and coughed, spitting out blood foam mixed with blood clots.

At this moment, the employees of the cloth shop came over in a panic. Chen Xiao raised his face and said seriously, "Hurry up and find a doctor. He will be treated well and you can live a normal life."

The employees carried the tailor away with tears of gratitude. The ordinary people in the shop had already run away in fear, leaving only the practitioner.

The one who almost crushed the tailor to death was also a cultivator. He was now rolling on the ground. Chen Xiao took a look and saw that he only had internal injuries which were not fatal, so he did not care about him anymore.

Huang Keran ran over with a stern face and asked anxiously, "Master, what's wrong?"

Chen Xiao raised his chin, and Huang Keran looked towards the big hole in the wall, and saw a big hole that went through the shop next to the cloth shop, and a tavern two shops away was having a lively fight.

"This is too disturbing." Chen Xiao frowned. It doesn't matter for cultivators, but if you accidentally hurt ordinary people like you did just now, it can easily result in death.

Xi Yunting stood aside silently, looked at it for a moment and said, "It's someone from the Fire Lotus Temple."

"Hmm?" Chen Xiao felt a little strange and asked, "How can a Buddhist cultivator have such strong anger?"

Through the big hole, Chen Xiao could see a tall man wearing a short suit with a white base and gold edges.

This man also had short hair. Unlike Jin Chanzong who liked to wear a cassock, this man wore soft armor and held a spear in his hand, looking like a warrior monk.

He didn't look like a Buddhist who cultivated his body, mind and nature at all. He was extremely ostentatious, with disdain on his lips and a hint of contempt in the corners of his eyes that were slightly turned down.

"Do you still want to fight?" The man stepped on a man and crushed him hard. "If you can't win with words, just fight. You will still lose in the end. If I were you, I would have no face to live in this world. It's better to commit suicide. Luo Chen's cultivators are really useless!"

Chen Xiao's eyes turned cold, the map cannon was too much.

Just as he was about to step forward, Xi Yunting next to him took action.

A white light flashed, and the man suddenly looked up but still couldn't avoid it. A piece of hair fell down, directly cutting into a side bangs.

Xi Yunting's face was full of frost, and he said coldly: "It is strictly forbidden for disciples of major sects to fight in the camp. Didn't your elders teach you about this?"

The man was shocked and angry, and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business?"

"Zhongxuan School, Xi Yunting." Xi Yunting said.

The man's pupils shrank, obviously he had heard of his name. He was afraid that Xi Yunting's cultivation was much higher than his, so he said, "So you are a senior from the Chongxuan Sect. I am Qu Zhao from the Huolian Temple."

Xi Yunting asked, "Do you want to accept the punishment yourself, or should I take you to see Master Zhang?"