In Dingfang City, as the deacon of Zhenbaoxuan, Zhang Gui is a character no matter where he is.

But now, his head was given to Fang Ling as a gift.

Looking at this head that still had a hint of fear and reluctance, Fang Ling had no sympathy, but only had a heart that had become stronger.

He didn't speak, but Lin Mucheng, who was sitting aside, said lightly: "Shopkeeper Li, can my brother suffer be solved by just one person?"

"What Master Lin said is that this precious head is just our Zhenbaoxuan apologized to Mr. Fang. As for the intrusion that Mr. Fang has received, I, Zhenbaoxuan, have other gifts." As he spoke, Li Mingli gently patted his palm.

This time, the boy in white clothes was walking in with four hand trays. On the tray of the boy in white clothes was a fist-sized jade bottle; on the tray of the boy in white clothes was a long sword with sheath; on the tray of the boy in white clothes was a fairy stone covered with plates; on the tray of the boy in white, there was a yellowed book.

After the four boys stood still, Li Mingli smiled and said, "Sir Lin, Mr. Fang, this little gift is not respectable. I hope it can make up for the damage caused by my Zhenbaoxuan."

As soon as Lin Mucheng stretched out his hand, the yellow book fell into his hands.

The method of seizing objects in the void, which can only be used to advance to the peak of Qi training, is as relaxed and natural as drinking water when used in Lin Mucheng.

He picked up the little book and looked through it for a moment, with a faint smile on his face: "Xiao Ling, this light-stripping sword technique is very good, and it is very suitable for you to practice now."

While speaking, he handed the little book to Fang Ling, then casually glanced at the things on the other three trays, but did not take action.

Obviously, the things on these three small trays did not make him feel moved.

Li Mingli's heart twitched. The things in these three trays were carefully selected by him. Not to mention anything else, just one hundred immortal stones are worth 100,000 taels of gold.

This 100,000 taels of gold is enough to buy a street in Dingfang City.

But even so, no one can see it.

This made him feel moved, his desire to break through the foundation building became even stronger.

As long as he breaks through the foundation building, he doesn't have to be a small shopkeeper in Dingfang City, and the things he comes into contact with will become more.

Fang Ling ignored the change in Li Mingli's expression. He took the sword score handed over by Lin Mucheng and read it roughly.

The light-sword technique is suitable for practicing in the Qi training stage, and the word "fast" is emphasized. This light-sword technique is practiced to the great stage. With one sword and nine edges, the sword will be killed.

Although he has not practiced yet, Fang Ling can feel the value of this sword technique.

This kind of sword technique is much better than the Qingyang sword technique that only has ten moves passed down by my family.

If Zhenbaoxuan betrayed this sword technique, there would be no less than 100,000 taels of gold.

But now, this kind of sword score has easily fallen into his own hands.

"Sir Lin, Mr. Fang, if you have anything to do, I will definitely be willing to do it as long as I can do it!" Li Mingli held his fists respectfully and continued to politely say to Fang Ling and the others.

Although he was ranked behind Lin Mucheng, Fang Ling knew that there was no room for him to speak.

Lin Mucheng nodded and said, "Shopkeeper Li, you don't know about this matter, just do it. My little brother will live in Dingfang City in the future. I hope Storekeeper Li will take care of him."

"Hahaha, Master Lin, you are so polite. Mr. Fang's business is mine!" Li Mingli, who had already prepared to make some blood in his heart, said with a smile.

As the four plates were gently placed on the table, Li Mingli said goodbye with a smile. Although Zhenbaoxuan suffered a lot this time, he thought it was worth it to calm the anger of a foundation-building monk with these finances.

"This is a very smart person, what a pity!" Lin Mucheng said this, grabbed the small bottle and smelled the other party Ling and said, "Although this Qi-enhancing Pill is of average quality, it is enough to let you practice to the fourth level of Qi training."

Fang Ling didn't care much about Qi training pills. He had a lot of medicinal herbs in his Qiankun bag. What he cared about was Lin Mucheng's evaluation of Li Mingli.

"Brother Lin, why is it a pity for Manager Li?"

Lin Mucheng smiled and said, "In addition to the need for medicine, he also needs a heart that strives for Taoism. Li Mingli is too flexible. Even if he has the foundation building pill, he may only succeed in half."

Li Mingli, who is at the ninth level of Qi training, has only half the possibility of achieving foundation building, which makes Fang Ling feel a little chilled.

No wonder the foundation-building monks are so glorious. It is not easy to reach the ninth level of Qi training, but among those who have reached the ninth level of Qi training, even fewer have achieved foundation-building.

Lin Mucheng understood the meaning in Fang Ling's eyes, and a hint of satisfaction rose in his heart.

"ah……"

A shrill cry came from outside the house. Following this cry, someone heard a deep voice saying: "Chen Shengnan, please see Master Lin."

Chen Shengnan, the head of the Chen family, is a great figure in the entire Dingfang City.

It is precisely because of his unbiased statement that Mr. Chen is a domineering character.

Lin Mucheng said to come in, and five people walked in from outside.

No, it should be said that the person at the end was dragged in.

The person who was dragged in was Chen Zhenghua, the eldest son of the Chen family.

The reason he was dragged in was because his legs had been broken.

The ticking blood flowed all over the Fang family, and the screams, whether high or low, were made by Mr. Chen.

Walking ahead of him was an old man who was seventy-point similar to Chen Zhenghua but looked even colder.

The old man glanced at Lin Mucheng, then bowed and said, "Hello, Master Lin."

Lin Mucheng nodded and did not speak. Although Chen Zhengnan was not satisfied with Lin Mucheng's attitude, he still said respectfully on the surface: "Sir Lin, the son is ignorant and offended the immortal master. It is because Chen is not strict in discipline, so he also asked the immortal master to atone for his sins."

While speaking, he took out a few pieces of paper and handed it over gently and said, "A little gift is not respectful. I hope the immortal master will forgive me."

Fang Ling glanced at the paper and saw that there were a few bright red seals written on it, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Lin Mucheng looked at the papers and showed a strange smile on his face. He glanced at Chen Zhenghua, who was lying on the ground, howling like a dead dog, and then said to Chen Shengnan indifferently: "Head of Chen, since the son is born, you have to take good care of it. Otherwise, maybe at any time, not only will the son not have it, but also the family not have it!"

This time, Chen Zhengnan felt very uncomfortable when he came over to apologize to Lin Mucheng, not to mention that when he entered the door, he even broke his son's leg.

It is not difficult to get a broken leg long. The key is that his Chen family's face has been trampled on the ground.

He felt that this was enough!

But he didn't expect that this immortal master Lin would be so disrespectful to him.

However, while feeling humiliated, he felt a little trembling. With the cultivation of forests and trees building foundations, if they start killing in the city, how could their Chen family resist it?

Although his younger brother is also a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he cannot relieve his near thirst!

Chen Shengnan, who was trembling in his heart, had to put away his pride under Lin Mucheng's pressure and said more respectfully: "Master Lin is right. After returning, I will definitely discipline this beast."

While speaking, he kicked Chen Zhenghua hard in the leg.

"ah!"

Chen Zhenghua was already aggrieved enough, but now his father made it worse on his legs, which made him feel even more uncomfortable while physically tortured.

When did he suffer such grievances since he was a child? At this time, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, to kill Fang Ling!

It was because of this kid that he lost all his face.

As soon as he returned home, his father slapped him in the face.

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled to the small Fang family to apologize, and his legs were interrupted by someone outside the Fang family's door.

"Well, you can go back. But there is one thing, I don't want Fang Ling to have anything to do in Dingfang City." Lin Mucheng looked at Chen Shengnan, with an unquestionable smell in his voice.

Chen Shengnan nodded like a pecking rice and said, "Don't worry, Master Lin, I promise that our Chen family will live in peace with the Fang family."

After Chen Shengnan and his son left, Lin Mucheng handed the few pieces of paper in his hand to Fang Ling. Fang Ling saw that the paper was not something else, but some contracts.

The houses around the Fang family are the contracts of the original Fang family compound.

This is the house that the Fang family had taken away by various means after the decline. Now, these houses have been returned to their own hands.

One of the biggest dreams of revitalizing the house is to bring back all the houses of the Fang family.

In my opinion, this dream that requires a lifetime of struggle was easily accomplished.

Lin Mucheng looked at Fang Ling's expression with a hint of joy and said lightly: "Xiao Ling, since the matter is over, I will rush back to the sect to refine medicine. You must practice well in the future and live a good life. Although your spiritual sense is good, it is better not to go to the secret realm of Lashan."

"Thank you, Brother Lin." Lin Mucheng said these words quite ordinary, but Fang Ling heard the sincerity from it.

He understood that Lin Mucheng was afraid that he would go to the dangerous place again. After all, many people who are good at swimming died in the water. Lin Mucheng was afraid that he would use his spiritual sense to collect herbs and eventually die in the secret realm of Lashan.

Lin Mucheng nodded, took out another talisman from his sleeve and said, "This is a golden sword talisman. When it is in danger, it can be compared to the full-strength attack of a seventh-level Qi training monk, but it can be used up to three times at most, you can put it away."

Putting the talisman on the table, Lin Mucheng continued to speak without waiting for Fang Ling, and the man had turned into a sword light and flew out of the Fang family.

Flying on the sword in the sky, ten miles in an instant.

After leaving Dingfang City, Lin Mucheng sighed. Although Fang Ling had good spiritual consciousness, his qualifications were average, and it was almost impossible to become a cultivator. He introduced him into the sect by himself, which was a harm to him. It would be better to let him live his life honestly.
Chapter completed!