They knew that with the Jinyuan Pills given by Gu Qingxi, it would not take long for Lu Xuan to be promoted to the Nascent Soul stage. And with the Yuanling Pills, it would only be a matter of time for him to be promoted to the God of Transformation.
The position of the head of the Lu family would be in his pocket sooner or later, and it would depend on whether he would still look down on the Lu family.
As for himself, his spiritual roots were destroyed and his cultivation was completely wasted, which was almost the same as a useless person in the demon cultivation family.
If he had not believed Xiao Yutang's instigation and followed Gu Qingxi like Lu Xuan, how good it would be...
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The mountains were as dark as ink, far away and vast. A mountain range was hidden between the undulating peaks like a sleeping dragon. The two sides of the mountain range were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scenery was beautiful and magnificent. Unlike
other steep and narrow mountains, the top of this mountain range was extremely flat, as if a wide road led to the depths of the mountains.
This is Moyun Ridge. Gu Qingxi and Long Zaiye followed the shortcut and arrived at Moyun Ridge in just a few days. It was six days earlier than the start date of the trade fair.
However, there were people who arrived earlier than them. From a distance, someone had already set up a long table on the flat mountain, and someone else had built a temporary residence behind the long table. At the end of
the trail, they climbed over a small hill and walked towards the main road up the mountain.
A thin old man in his fifties was leading two young people up the mountain. He was slightly startled when he saw Long Zaiye.
Long Zaiye was talking to Gu Qingxi about the rules of the trade fair, but he didn't notice him.
"Is this Elder Long of the Long Family?" The old man followed behind for a few steps and couldn't help asking.
"Who are you?" Long Zaiye stopped and looked at him in confusion.
"Fellow Daoist Long, it's really you. I'm He Nanshan of the He Family. Fellow Daoist Long, don't you remember me?" The old man said a little excitedly.
"You are Nanshan! After not seeing each other for many years, you are so old now, hahaha." Long Zaiye looked at him carefully and became excited.
"Yes, it has been hundreds of years since we last met. I just came out of retreat a few days ago. I heard that Moyunling was holding a trade fair, so I brought a few juniors to see the excitement. I didn't expect to meet Fellow Daoist Long." He Nanshan stepped forward and shook Long Zaiye's hand, saying happily.
It is obvious that the two have known each other for many years and have a good relationship.
"Fellow Daoist Long, this little girl is your Long family's junior, right?" After a few pleasantries, He Lanshan looked at Gu Qingxi and asked, his expression was very friendly.
"Well..." Long Zaiye was a little embarrassed.
Although he didn't dare to lower his face to worship Gu Qingxi as his master, he followed her to learn the art of formation. There was no master and apprentice in name but in reality. Of course, he was embarrassed to pretend to be an elder in Gu Qingxi's clan.
"Junior greets Senior He, senior, just call me Qingxi." Gu Qingxi didn't care.
She was a member of the Renxin Alliance, so it was not appropriate for her to attend the trade fair for magic cultivators. Pretending to be a descendant of the Long family would save her from trouble.
Besides, the third senior brother was from the Long family, so she was not completely pretending.
"It's our first meeting, and I didn't prepare any gifts. I'll give you this jade." Hearing her call herself Qingxi, He Nanshan subconsciously thought that her name was Long Qingxi, so he didn't think much about it and took out a jade to give to Gu Qingxi.
"Thank you, Senior He, then I won't be polite." Gu Qingxi thanked him and took the jade generously.
She could see that the inside of the jade was full of runes, and it was a magic weapon that had the effect of gathering spiritual energy to assist in cultivation.
However, the grade was not high, only the upper grade of Xuan grade, not even the earth grade. She could refine a lot of this kind of magic weapon with her eyes closed, so she didn't care at all.
If she wasn't worried that refusing would make He Nanshan lose face, embarrass others, and embarrass Long Zaiye, she actually didn't want to accept it.
Gu Qingxi forgot one thing. Just because she didn't care about this kind of magic weapon didn't mean that others didn't care about it.
Seeing He Nanshan giving the jade to Gu Qingxi, the two young men next to him were so jealous that their eyes turned green.
In order to get this spirit-gathering jade, the two of them tried to please him all day long, and their lips were almost worn out, but Master Xuanzu refused to give in.
Unexpectedly, Master Xuanzu gave the spirit-gathering jade to this little girl when he saw her for the first time.
Who is the descendant of the He family and who is your biological child?
"Fellow Daoist Long, these two are my great-great-grandsons, one is He Dongming and the other is He Dongyu.
Dongming and Dongyu, why don't you meet Elder Long quickly?" He Nanshan continued. "
Juniors meet Senior Long." Although He Dongming and He Dongyu were jealous to death, they didn't dare to displease Master Xuanzu, so they could only hold back their anger and bow to Long Zaiye.
"No need to be polite, no need to be polite. I also have two magic weapons that I have treasured for many years. They are just right for you." Long Zaiye helped the two people up and took out two defensive magic weapons to give to them.
Compared with the spirit-gathering jade, these two defensive magic weapons are of lower grade, not even the Xuan grade.
There is no way. The Long family has been poor for many years. Although he received the medicine garden spirit mine as compensation from the Tang family a few days ago, it is still a short time. His pockets are a little fatter, but he has no time to buy decent magic weapons.
These two defensive magic weapons were given to him by an elder as encouragement when he succeeded in building his foundation when he was young. Because of their special significance, they have been kept until now.
However, Long Zaiye did not feel ashamed or anything. It's just a thought. Is there any difference between Xuan grade and Huang grade?
With Gu Qingxi here, do you want any magic weapon? After the trade fair is over, I will provide the spirit crystals and ask her to help refine a few magic weapons to give to the grandparents and grandchildren of the He family.
It must be said that since meeting Gu Qingxi, this old man's vision has become higher and his temperament has become more open-minded.
But unfortunately, not everyone has such a vision and such an open-mindedness.
One Xuan-grade magic weapon was exchanged for two Huang-grade magic weapons, and they have been treasured for many years. Do you think it is an aged wine, and the longer it is, the more valuable it is? He Dongming and He Dongyu took the magic weapon, and said nothing on the surface, but they were even more upset in their hearts.
I don't know when Master Xuanzu met this poor family. They only know how to take advantage and don't know any etiquette. Glancing at Long Zaiye who had no shame, and then looking at Gu Qingxi who was at ease next to him, He Dongming and He Dongyu's eyes were full of contempt.
As they talked, everyone continued to walk towards Moyun Ridge.
Listening to their enthusiastic reminiscences along the way, Gu Qingxi knew that this He Nanshan was the supreme elder of the He family, a family of demon cultivators.
The He family does not have as long a history as the Long family, nor does it have the glory that the Long family once had. It can only be regarded as a middle-class family, but it has not experienced great ups and downs, so after years of inheritance, it can be regarded as a little famous.
Long Zaiye and He Nanshan have known each other since childhood. Because of their similar personalities, they have always had a good relationship. It was just because the two families were too far apart, and later the Long family gradually declined, and the two were busy practicing, so their contacts gradually became less and less.
Not long after, the group went up to Moyun Ridge. Two middle-aged men with stern faces stood in the middle of the road with their hands behind their backs, like door gods.
Until the group arrived in front of them, the two did not give way, and said with a stern face: "Which family are you from, token."
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