Chapter 47 The Fragmented Daoist 9
Yan Ji and Yan Feiyue, who were still at the peak of the Jindan stage, also remained silent after receiving the awe-inspiring gazes.
Their family doesn't have that much money to upgrade for four people.
The reality is that supporting Ms. Su Wenyin alone is already a huge expense.
This leads to the following...
Wherever the family of four went, they left no trace.
Can this tree be used to practice weapons? Cut it down, cut it down.
Is this grass a good material for alchemy? Pull it out.
Is this monster's fur valuable? Take it.
They brought it upon themselves, so you can't blame them.
The hundreds of people following behind were as quiet as chickens: “…………”
It makes me numb.
This is different from the expert they imagined.
Although I don't know why the masters suddenly seem to be short of money, this does not prevent them from helping to cut trees and weed.
Regarding the things sent by others, Yan Xia said: "Since you are so polite, I will not be polite."
The person who brought the gift: "You're welcome."
Yan Xia: “…………”
Is this... the mother and son version of the fox taking advantage of the tiger's power?
But never mind. The disciples wouldn’t even think highly of these things anyway.
The main thing is that the things that can be picked up are actually not worth much. The disciples of the big sects are too lazy to even look at them when they pass by. But...
As I said, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
If they don't make more money, this trip might actually end up being a loss-making business for them.
Yan Xia's family of four were busy collecting the crops.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Pei Xian walked up to Su Wenyin and asked about tomorrow's schedule, hesitantly asking.
Su Wenyin looked surprised: "I decide?"
Staring silently at the other monks here: "…………"
They don't dare to make decisions on their own.
Su Wenyin didn’t have any ideas, as she didn’t know much about this broken place.
"How about... just strolling around tomorrow?"
You might find more good stuff if you shop around.
It was this tone, casual as if she was inviting someone to visit her back garden.
Pei Xian: “…………”
Although she didn't get an answer, she felt inexplicably relaxed.
It's fine to just wander around. Wandering around casually means people don't take this place seriously, so at least your safety is guaranteed.
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I said I would go shopping, but I haven’t walked a few kilometers yet.
The large group was blocked. A golden-tailed black monkey was hanging upside down on the branch of a big tree in front of them.
Yan Xia recognized the golden tail at once.
Isn’t this the Monkey King who stole his bowl earlier and tried to imprison him and make him a chef?
Yan Xia looked around. This area wasn't Monkey Brother's territory, so why did he end up here?
While Yan Xia was full of doubts, the others were all in a slightly alert state.
After all, although I have heard that this monster is in the negotiable range, when facing the peak of level six, fear almost naturally arises.
Su Wenyin also frowned slightly. They haven't earned back their capital yet.
Do I have to spend money to upgrade to the next level again?
She could probably fight against a peak level five warrior now, but she has no chance of winning against a peak level six warrior.
As all kinds of thoughts were flying around, Yan Xia, who was standing in the front, suddenly saw the monkey reaching out and groping, and then a long black shadow was thrown straight towards him.
Yan Xia and several people around him subconsciously dodged backwards, and the things thrown on the ground splashed up dust.
Yan Xia also saw clearly at this time that this was a level five peak Vajra Python.
It is a very rare and precious monster. Its scales are one of the ingredients for refining elixirs to repair spiritual tai. Its snake skin is indestructible and is a rare and precious material for refining robes.
Such a peak level five treasure was now lying in front of them with its eyes open.
Su Wenyin clicked her tongue twice: "Is he... coming to give me a gift?"
Yan Xia replied uncertainly: "That should be it?"
But he couldn’t figure it out, could it be that this Monkey Brother had seen his mother killing people everywhere before?
So those who know the times present Junjie with gifts that represent a friendly signal, fearing that they will take revenge on him later?
This can barely make sense, but his mother is at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and this monkey is at the peak of Level Six, a big level difference, so what is it afraid of?
Yan Xia looked at the golden-tailed black monkey and saw something clearly in its eyes...
If you accept the things, it means that neither of us owes anyone anything.
Yan Xia: “…………”
Is this monkey being a little too cautious?
To have such a high level of cultivation, had he achieved it by observing people's words and expressions over the years?
The golden-tailed black monkey comes quickly and leaves quickly.
When it disappeared, the hundreds of people behind it began to murmur.
"Is this the peak level six monkey?"
"It was so scary. It just looked at me and I thought it was going to kill me?"
"Hahaha, you are so timid."
"That's great! This is the first time I've seen a monster with such a high level of cultivation."
"If it weren't for... when that monkey showed up, I would have run away."
This is something that has not been said, but everyone understands it.
It feels good to have a master leading the way. Those of them who are in the foundation-building stage dare to stand still and look at the monster that is about to speak human words.
When I get out, I must talk about it with my fellow disciples.
The Gaoren family in front were also in a happy mood.
Su Wenyin touched the skin of the Vajra Python as if she was touching her extremely expensive bag in her previous life.
Yan Feiyue suggested: "When we get out, I can use this to make you a robe."
Su Wenyin felt heartbroken when she thought of the clothes on her entire arm that were torn.
Those were the clothes she carefully selected for her two children.
Su Wenyin shook her head: "That's not worth it, it's more practical to sell it."
She couldn't wear the vestments for long.
Su Wenyin took back her hand and said to Yan Xia, "Kid, keep it."
After Su Wenyin gave up her position to the side, Yan Xia saw from the corner of his eye the Vajra Python's eyes that were open in death.
Maybe the other person never thought that there would come a day when he would be given away as a gift.
No matter what he was thinking before he died, Yan Xia's hands were precise and quick in packing things.
I don’t know if it’s because Brother Monkey set a good example.
Later, Yan Xia found a lot of good things along the way, and his mother even found the Bodhi Holy Fire on the edge of the cliff.
This thing is the lifelong pursuit of weapon refiners and alchemists. Some people cannot find the natal fire that suits them in their entire life.
According to existing records, there are less than a handful of people in Hunyuan Continent who possess the Holy Bodhi Fire.
All of those who can be counted are masters in the field of refining equipment and making pills.
When Su Wenyin went to get fire, the crowd behind her was in commotion.
"Oh my god, there is such a good thing in this infinite secret realm!!"
"I thought that after opening it a few times before, most of the good stuff had been taken away."
Someone was talking about reality quietly.
“No one could come in here the previous few times, right?”
The voices of the crowd who were envious of others for finding good things became a little quieter.
"That's true. Good things can only be obtained by being alive."
If we let them come in on their own, they might be buried under the vines as soon as they pass the entrance.
Yan Xia did not listen carefully to the discussion of the people behind him. His attention was all on his mother.
The treasures in Hunyuan Continent can be counted on one hand, so they must be worth a lot of money.
This place is really nice, really nice, there are so many good things. As expected, high investment can bring high returns, the old saying is true.
When Su Wenyin flew back, there was a bright yellow flame on her palm.
The faint blue color on the outer circle makes the Bodhi Holy Fire look even more mysterious.
The whole family stared at the little gadget for a long time.
Then Su Wenyin passed the item forward as usual and handed it to Yan Xia: "Keep it well, you will definitely be able to sell it for a lot of money when you go out."
As soon as she said this, the people around her all looked envious, as if to say, "This is such a precious thing, how can you not even value it?"
Yan Xia heard He Lekang beside him ask a question in a low but quick voice.
"Sell, sell?"
Before Yan Xia could say anything, he heard his mother ask in a teasing tone, "Do you want to buy it?"
He Lekang's face turned red, but he still seemed to muster up the courage and said quickly: "I, I want to, I want to buy it for my master."
His master, the master of Zhengyang Peak, is an alchemist.
After he finished speaking, he added in a low voice: "I, I don't have that many spirit stones on me right now."
So the transaction can only be done later.
Yan Xia looked at the other three people in the family who had no objection, so he replied, "Okay, I'll keep it for you."
He Lekang's big eyes sparkled instantly, and he had a dimple when he smiled, as if a lost deer had finally found its mother.
"Thank you, thank you, Taoist Priest."
Yan Xia: “…………”
He felt like he had aged hundreds of years in an instant, and he thought that fellow Taoist sounded better.
But it can also be seen that this child is really a filial child. He can even overcome his social phobia for the sake of his master.
Under normal circumstances, this person would never speak first unless someone else spoke to him first.
It was not in vain that the Master of Zhengyang Peak took the blame for doting on his disciple.
A verbal deal was reached here.
Many people behind had expressions on their faces, wondering if this was actually possible and feeling like they had missed out on a hundred million.
So in the next two days of wandering.
Whenever Yan Xia's family of four found something good, someone would boldly ask...
Is this for sale? Is that for sale? Can I buy it?
The painting style can be said to be very unique.
Near dusk again, the large group moved to the vicinity of a large natural pond.
As usual, Yan Xia's family of four walked in the front, followed by the Feiyu Sect's people. Although they had a lot of fun plucking the land along the way, they had not forgotten their parents' mission.
Yan Xia would hang around He Lekang from time to time. When he was about to hang around again this time, he heard his mother suddenly exclaim.
"Did you hear any noise?"
Yan Xia pricked up his ears: "No."
Yan Feiyue and Yan Ji also shook their heads.
Su Wenyin sighed: "Yes, I couldn't have heard it wrong."
As he spoke, he ran forward first. At the end of the big pool, there was a colorful ice bead.
This exotic plant is extremely beautiful, and when it has nothing to do, it likes to open its seven rainbow petals, as if to show off to the outside world how beautiful its flowers are.
However, the petals of the colorful ice bead in front of them were closed.
Generally speaking, this means that the alien plant has caught its prey and is wrapping it tightly in its petals until it dies and is absorbed.
Yan Xia followed behind his mother: "Did the sound come from inside?"
Before he got an answer, his mother, who was one step faster than him, had already gone out with a sword in hand.
With just a few moves, he forced the colorful ice bead to open its petals, revealing a small furry figure inside.
Yan Xia looked at the nine-tailed little raccoon and suddenly realized that it was this white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon that had spoken just now. His mother really did love him.
Even from such a long distance away, you could hear the nine-tailed raccoon's dying cry for help.
Yan Feiyue stepped forward and said something nonsense: "Is this the one in front?"
Su Wenyin looked distressed: "Oh, poor little thing~"
Pei Xian said after careful consideration: "It seems to have been a while."
This statement was certainly not without purpose, because the white-glowing fur of the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon had disappeared, replaced by a bright red color. It was bright red, exactly the same color as one of the petals of the seven-colored ice bead.
In fact, the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon and the colorful ice bead can be considered mortal enemies. Although one is a monster and the other is an alien plant, their attack methods are very similar. Both like to dye their prey into their own color.
One is extremely gorgeous, the other is extremely pure, so they naturally stand on opposite sides.
Normally, if the White-Feathered Nine-Tailed Raccoon sees a colorful ice bead of a lower level than itself, it will use its claws to scratch it a few times, tearing the petals into pieces.
Vice versa, the current situation is obviously that the seven-colored ice bead has a higher cultivation level than the fourth-level peak white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon.
So this little white figure was defeated and was wrapped in the petals, and its whole body was dyed colorful.
As they were talking, the red color of the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon gradually began to change, and in a few seconds it turned into a bright orange.
The white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon in Su Wenyin's arms had just finished growing its hair when it opened its eyes weakly.
Su Wenyin stopped transferring spiritual energy: "When you wake up..."
Before she could finish her words, the frightened White-feathered Nine-tailed Fox, who didn't understand the situation, turned around and bit Ms. Su's fingertips.
I don’t know if it was because it didn’t hurt or because she didn’t care at all, but Su Wenyin didn’t move even though her fingertips were bleeding.
Yan Xia had never kept a pet before, and he was amazed at the look on his mother's face.
He had reason to suspect that if the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon needed it, his mother would probably even offer her other hand to bite it.
Unfortunately, the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon did not have this need. The little thing seemed to realize belatedly that the white fur, which it was proud of all its life, was gone.
The light in his big, sparkling eyes suddenly disappeared, and he closed his eyes as if ready to die at any time.
Su Wenyin groaned several times, and quickly stuffed a pill in her palm into the little mouth, preventing the little guy from committing suicide.
This pill was given to me by a Wuji Sect disciple. The seven-colored ice bead is not as rare as the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon. After all, it is not someone who would easily kill himself with anger because of something he could not think straight.
Sometimes you might encounter this problem when you go out for training, so it’s not uncommon to carry antidotes with you.
This medicine pleased Ms. Su very much, and she immediately gave it to him with a promise that if she found anything good again, she would consider the disciple from Wuji Sect first.
The disciple's eyebrows and eyes danced visibly. This was equivalent to reserving a treasure in advance. After all, there were many good things in this place, but they didn't have the life to get them.
At that time, the other monks all expressed regret that they missed such a good opportunity.
It can be seen that only a few people have antidotes. After all, the poison of this thing is not fatal.
It's nothing more than the hair on the body changing randomly in red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple.
As if to confirm what Yan Xia was thinking, while Su Wenyin was still comforting the White-Feathered Nine-Tailed Fox, her hair, which had turned black when her arm was broken and restarted, gradually turned radiant red, so dazzling that it even had a hint of fluorescence.
Yan Feiyue admired his wife's new hair color and said with emotion: "You are poisoned by a second-hand drug."
The colorful ice beads dyed the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon, and the little raccoon bit Su Wenyin again, so it was a second-hand one.
Su Wenyin stroked the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon whose fur had turned white and no longer wanted to die, and looked down at her own hair: "It looks pretty good."
As they spoke, as if they remembered something, they both turned their gaze to Yan Xia.
Yan Xia: “…………”
Yan Xia touched his hair which had turned black, and waited resignedly for his third-hand poison. Oh... no, it should be said that it was a second-hand poison inherited from the first hand.
The genetic time is faster than last time. I don’t know if it’s because the data is running smoothly or what.
As Yan Xia was thinking this, the color of his hair began to change starting from the top of his head.
In public, she once again got the same hair color as her mother.
Others: “…………”
It seems that the White-feathered Nine-tailed Raccoon has been wrongly accused. Apart from being pretty, this little guy doesn't have any magic power to attack from a distance.
In fact, this problem was raised long before when Yan Xia's white hair turned black as his mother's hair turned black.
Some people have already realized that their previous understanding was wrong, but at that time they were immersed in the shock of Ms. Su's killing spree and did not think about this issue in detail.
Now that I have some free time, I will think about it carefully...
I still don't understand, what kind of logic is this? I've never heard of poisoning being related.
While hundreds of people were scratching their heads and trying to figure it out, Yan Ji and Yan Feiyue, who were closest to them, felt a little dazzled.
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Night is coming fast.
Hundreds of people had had enough of the excitement and were all resting where they were.
It was not known whether the white-feathered nine-tailed raccoon was thinking about the life-saving grace or had not yet fully recovered, but this time it did not run away. Instead, it lay down obediently in Su Wenyin's arms and let her caress it.
It no longer has the arrogance that it once had, as if everything in the world was ugly except it. It also has lost its former elegance, and is now like a delicate urban beauty that has been slovenly.
Yan Xia also took the opportunity to touch it twice. He had to say that it felt really good, much smoother than ordinary cats and dogs. No wonder his mother was always immersed in it and was extremely addicted to it. She even smiled when she was bitten.
This soft and warm atmosphere continued until…………
The monk who had taken out the Night Pearl magic weapon before once again hung up his light bulb that didn't need electricity.
I didn't notice it when there was no light in front, but now that it was completely dark, I was illuminated by the beads placed on the big tree.
Yan Xia discovered that he and his mother were...
It's reflective!!!
Originally, the surroundings were as bright as day, but this reflection, coupled with the random changes in their colors, made the atmosphere suddenly look a little weird.
Yan Xia: “…………”
It’s just… like entering a nightclub, and being one of the people under the laser lights.
The key point is that the color changes on his and his mother's heads are not synchronized, which makes the colorful light radiating from them even more colorful.
The other three members of the Yan family: “…………”
It seems a bit strange, let’s take another look.
Others: “…………”
I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably restless tonight and can't quite meditate anymore.
The strange atmosphere made the already quiet surroundings even quieter for a few seconds.
In such an atmosphere, some musician took out his guitar and played a very cheerful piece of music without any instruction.
Then the first person stood up to the music, followed by the second and the third...
They moved their bodies in a casual, awkward manner to the music, as if the newly reattached limbs were learning to dance for the first time.
There were also people who ran to the middle and lit a bonfire.
Yan Xia, who was outside the circle, looked at the three of them, and the next second...
Take your eldest brother's hand.
Of course, his laser light must be added! !
Without him, how can a nightclub be called… the Little Prince of Night Lights!!
To the extent that many elders outside the secret realm were still anxious because they couldn't find the exit of the secret realm.
The disciples they were worried about were in the secret realm...
Singing and dancing, so happy.
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