"Your condition of exchange is that I spare your lives, right?" Ling Yunpo finally confirmed.

The fishman priest said quickly:

"It's good for you if we stay alive... Of course, it would be even better if you could bring some salt with you next time you come."

"Without salt, our newborns won't survive for long, and when the older generation dies of old age, the whole clan will still be wiped out."

Ling Yunpo frowned when he heard that, thinking that the Shushan leaders might not let me go on the southern expedition next year!

Besides, your place has been explored by the head of Yujing Sect. How can I be your ambassador? If someone accuses me of colluding with demons, will I still be able to stay in Shushan?

Oh, wait…

He took out the storage bag, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and sure enough, he saw a bottle of salt.

Where did this thing come from? ! Ling Yunpo was horrified.

Then I suddenly remembered.

In order to serve Miss Shi at outdoor barbecues anytime and anywhere, Luo Yan carried the salt with him.

There is not only salt, but also sesame oil, sugar, pepper, cooking wine, soy sauce...

Ling Yunpo coughed, took out the sealed salt bottle and weighed it in his hand.

The fishman priest immediately stared with his eyes wide open, following the rise and fall of the salt shaker, and shouted:

"No! No! If there's a leak, all this salt will melt!"

"I'll just be frank." Ling Yun said straight to the point, "Killing you is really no good, and sparing your lives... I probably won't come here again, so it won't do me any good."

"I have no interest in doing anything that has no benefits. Hai Bodhi will exchange the salt for you, and you can bring some benefits in exchange for the lives of your entire clan. This transaction will be fair."

The fish-man priest listened silently and guessed that the other party was raising the price in an attempt to squeeze more benefits from him.

However, it did not resist much. Firstly, there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and secondly, the other party's willingness to talk was itself the greatest goodwill.

After thinking for a moment, it took out a stone box from under the bed, opened the lid, and found four round and smooth sea bodhi seeds inside.

Just by coming into contact with the water flow, the surrounding water temperature begins to rise.

"There are only so many of the sea bodhis that our tribe has accumulated." The fishman priest said sincerely, "The bottle of salt you gave me is enough for our tribe to survive for hundreds of years, so I'll give it all to you."

"Another benefit is that, apart from the knowledge passed down from generation to generation by our priests, there is really nothing here that you can be interested in. Unless you are interested in the language and history of our tribe..."

"Language?" Ling Yunpo was slightly surprised. "You mean... the language of the water tribe?"

"The language of the water tribe is a simplified version of the language of the dragon tribe." Seeing that there seemed to be hope, the fish-man priest said eagerly, "Whether it is the East Sea, the South Sea, or the North Sea, all the languages ​​of the water tribes are basically simplified fragments of the language of the dragon tribe."

"You humans may have the writing method of the Dragon language, but the pronunciation of the Dragon language is little known. If you are willing to learn, I can teach you the South China Sea Dragon language."

"The pronunciation of the dragon language, why should I learn that? I'm not communicating with the dragon clan..." Ling Yunpo thought to himself, and then was slightly stunned.

Wait, for ordinary cultivators, it is enough to learn how to write in the Dragon language.

After all, there are only a few dragons left in this world, and many people never see a dragon in their lifetime. What's the point of learning dragon language? Is it to show off?

But Ling Yunpo thought about it and found that he was different from ordinary cultivators.

Simply put, I have a special affinity with dragons!

For example, the Yinglong in the Locking Demon Tower, the Zhunmangjun in the Guixu Palace, the ghost dragon in the depths of the Five Qis Chaoyuan Cave, and Long Xiaoqi of the Donghuang Dao...

In this way, learning to speak and listen to the Dragon language does not seem to be completely worthless.

For example, if Wei Dongliu overhears Long Xiaoqi communicating with someone else in the dragon language in the future, he won't be confused and not understand anything, right?

"In that case, then learn it." Ling Yunpo threw the salt shaker over and said.

"Okay." The fishman priest took the salt bottle and handed the stone box of the sea bodhi to him, and asked respectfully, "What about your companions..."

"Let's release it first." Ling Yunpo said casually, "By the way, how long does it take to learn the Dragon language?"

…

Several little demons carried the bodies of the four people and came to the outskirts of the misty forest.

"Here?" asked the shrimp monster.

"A little safer." The crab monster waved its claws and said.

The fish-man priest has already ordered that these four people be sent out of the misty forest as soon as possible and placed in an absolutely safe place.

The reason is very simple: it only reached an agreement with Ling Yunpo, but has nothing to do with these four people.

Now Ling Yunpo has to learn the pronunciation of the dragon language. What if these four people wake up halfway and shout to kill the monsters?

What if Ling Yunpo changes his decision because of this?

So send these four time bombs out quickly, lest Ling Yunpo suddenly have an idea and ask them to wake up his companions, that would be a disaster!

The place chosen by the little demons was a depression somewhere south of the Misty Forest. It was surrounded by towering hills and almost no cultivators would pass by here.

In addition, it is located on the outskirts of the misty forest, and there are no poisonous snakes or ferocious beasts around.

After throwing the four people to the ground, they left in a mess - the priest said that the outside world was very dangerous, and all the little demons were not allowed to leave the lake and enter the fog for too long.

Not long after, An Zhisu was the first to wake up.

Her bones were the strongest, and she was infused with Sea Bodhi's spiritual power, so after waking up, her mind immediately became much clearer and she looked around quickly.

Lin Duanshan, Duan Fenhai, Guan Shanyue, but the only missing figure is Ling Yunpo.

Could it be that my junior brother woke up first and then left for something?

An Zhisu felt a little anxious, and subconsciously felt that if his junior brother woke up, he would not leave him here.

For a moment, she was too lazy to even check whether her own cultivation had improved, and just quickly scanned the surroundings with her spiritual sense.

However, there was fog all around, which naturally blocked the spiritual sense and prevented An Zhisu from exploring too far.

Thinking that her junior brother might come back here, she didn't dare go out to look for him, otherwise what would happen if they missed each other?

Wait, even if we are separated, at least Guan Shanyue is here!

I'm going out to look for my junior fellow apprentice. If he comes back, he can contact me through Guan Shanyue's sand pen.

After figuring out the key point, An Zhisu could no longer hold back and immediately walked towards the direction of the hill where the fog was thinning.

If the junior brother woke up first, he would definitely not turn around and go back into the fog. It is more likely that he left the foggy forest on his own initiative.

He now has the turbid gas and poison of the ten thousand year old stone milk in his body, and he is completely unable to control the sword to protect himself. He can even be said to be powerless. If he accidentally encounters some demon monk...

I must find him quickly!