The word "wealth" is not just a single coin.

Magic tools, methods and materials for refining magic tools, elixirs, elixir furnaces and herbs for refining elixirs, and dozens of talismans worth thousands or tens of thousands of times...

Any resources related to cultivation are actually in the category of "wealth".

These are all things that monks need to think about, and even fight for it.

It is really difficult for Taoist priests to make money without fooling them.

That night, Wang Sheng discussed with his master about the development of sects and sects to store resources, but Qing Yanzi told him not to worry, and to practice with peace of mind on the mountain.

When it comes to money, this Taoist Master Buyan is more professional.

The next morning, Wang Sheng saw two small porcelain bottles placed on the table. When he opened them, he saw a few pills emitting a faint fragrance.

Huh?

Which family did the master go to rob last night?

Wang Sheng blinked and was quite shocked by this. Without waiting for him to ask more questions, Qing Yanzi had already walked over from outside the house with a smile.

"Taste, what is the color of Huiyuan Dan refined by Master?"

"Master, you can still refine elixirs?" Wang Sheng asked in surprise.

"I used to teach an old Taoist on Wudang Mountain and passed on me a book of alchemy. I was idle when I was young and I remembered it all," Qing Yanzi smiled calmly, quite satisfied with his apprentice's expression. "It's just that the herbs are hard to pick now, so there are not many of them refined. There are also some left for the senior brother who provides the alchemy furnace. I can only leave these few for you."

Wang Sheng blinked and almost blurted out his own father, asking him if there is any pill that can cure infertility.

Well, I'd better have the chance to check the Danshu and Dan Sutra. After all, this is a bit difficult to talk about...

"Yesterday, I heard from Junior Brother Shiwu talk about the previous incident. You were quite close to Maoshan disciple Liu Yunzhi and Longhushan disciple Shi Qianzhang," Qing Yanzi sat on the seat next to him, "Is that really the case?"

Wang Sheng didn't think much about it and replied, "This is true. Master, what kind of hatred do we have with these two Taoist ancestors?"

"There is no such thing as hatred," Qing Yanzi waved his hand and said with a smile, "I just want to remind you that you should not care about your background when interacting with others. You should use character as a standard for consideration. When I heard from Junior Brother Shi Wu, Shi Qianzhang seemed to be eccentric and arrogant. Don't be influenced by him and finally got a clear mind."

Wang Sheng nodded with a serious face, "Disciple understands, I will delete it later."

Well, I deleted it once before, and was added again, and I still applied for various fatal friends.

Shi Qianzhang may be the legendary performance personality. Wang Sheng also encountered such people in his previous life, and most of them were mentally a little... abnormal.

"It's unnecessary to delete friends," Qing Yanzi smiled, "Don't do anything bad, leave things on the front line, we'll meet again in the future."

"Master, you don't know, this guy is real..." Wang Sheng shook his head, his face full of helplessness, "I'm not a very good person."

Qing Yanzi seemed to have seen something, and felt relieved and stopped mentioning this matter.

Your apprentice should be responsible.

"Put the elixir away and practice, I'm so worried about my teacher."

"Well, I will definitely not do anything that is insulting the family. Master, please don't worry."

Wang Sheng could only promise this. He really didn't dare to say whether he would be annoyed by Shi Qianzhang in the future and couldn't help but move when he met.

Wuliang Tianzun, calm and calm.

These pills are used to restore their true essence, accelerate the absorption of the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and stimulate their own potential, and have a little effect of restoring injuries.

Wang Sheng did not dare to refuse the master's gift, so he put away the pills and went outside the yard with his new sword.

Holding a sword, the Tao will be born, and this mind will be free and clear.

Sometimes a mountain breeze blows by, and the king rises out his sword, and the sword blade chases the wind, slowly slowly casts the Beidou Sword Formation from beginning to end, and carefully experiences the many changes in the sword Formation.

When the sword formation was a little hot at the beginning, Wang Sheng tied a dummy for himself, using this dummy as the "enemy" to display the seven-star sword formation, and pondered the mystery of the sword formation.

Now, he has already passed that stage, and this seven-star sword formation has entered the house.

Although I dare not say that my attainment in this sword formation has already caught up with my master, I am indeed not too far away.

After a while, Wang Sheng stood with his sword and stood on the stubborn stone on the side of the road, as if he was blending with the heaven and earth.

Widths of heaven and earth energy gathered towards Wang Sheng, and then turned around Wang Sheng, slowly swirling away, washing away his body.

Not far away, Mu Wanxuan, who was sitting quietly under the tree, seemed to be able to feel Wang Sheng’s place. She closed her eyes and practiced with a little smile across the corner of her mouth.

In the main house, Qing Yanzi no longer knew where he went, so he should have gone to find a place to practice.

In this mountain gate, which is still not visited by many people, life is still so peaceful and happy.

That’s... the senior sister’s understanding is indeed too amazing.

On the third day when Wang Sheng gave her the jade flute, she was able to play some coherent and simple tunes; and six or seven days later, she was able to play some complete repertoire.

Half a month later, every time Mu Wanxuan plays the jade flute, there are always wisps of spiritual thoughts that make people feel at ease, which makes people feel something.

Then, Master Qing Yanzi came up with a new idea.

On the first full moon night after returning to the mountain, Qing Yanzi pulled his two apprentices and made trouble again.

Mu Wanxuan put on a green antique silk skirt, and her white waist highlighted her figure to the fullest. Her long hair was tied into a tassel hairpin, and two tulle hairbands fell in front of her shoulders.

When she played the jade flute under the moonlight, Wang Sheng, who was wearing a green gauze robe, danced the ancient sword Wenyuan, and scattered sword shadows like stars...

However, next to him, a fairy-dao boss was holding a mobile phone with a camera function. He squatted on the ground regardless of his image, constantly adjusting the angle of the recording, and was still talking in his mouth.

“Yes, this angle is very right…

Xiaosheng, you are too focused on Wu Jian, so you can communicate with your senior sister more with your eyes.

Xiaoxuan smiles, yes... it's not that you want to laugh dryly, but that kind of smile on your eyebrows... yes!"

Finally, after a while, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan sat on the side of the kang tiredly, enjoying the dozens of seconds of short film taken by the master.

Qing Yanzi chanted softly:

"The jade flute falls into the sleeves of thousands of layers of sleeves in the dark, and who hears the purple tint? Who knows who is the jade dyed the moonlight? I just ask what the song is like."

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

Qing Yanzi coughed, calmly took back his phone, and said, "Let's rest early, and I will process the video tomorrow."

"Master," Wang Sheng couldn't help asking, "What are you doing when shooting these videos?"

Qing Yanzi said indifferently: "I envy those old Taoist priests who have no disciples in my circle of friends."

Wang Shengdao's heart swayed, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands. His senior sister smiled beside him and leaned back and forth.

After returning to the mountain, his life in practicing Taoism had just stabilized. At this time, Wang Sheng only wanted to practice quietly, and strive to improve his own realm to the fertilization state within a year, and also feel what it means to not eat fasting.

But Li Shiwu, the deputy leader, arrived at their yard with a sad face when they returned to the mountain for just one month.

The old man with gray hair stood in front of the younger Qing Yanzi with some restraint. Seeing that Qing Yanzi looked a little unhappy, he could only try his best to greet him.

"Senior Brother Qing Yanzi, you must help me again this time..."

Qing Yanzi frowned and said, "There is another exchange meeting? My two disciples also need to practice. They can't go out for a long trip every day."

Li Shiwu hurriedly said, "How can you have such frequent exchange meetings? This time it takes at most half a day of effort. If you can take action yourself, you may not be able to use it for half a day."

Qing Yanzi looked at Li Shiwu speechlessly, and the latter could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and bowed repeatedly.

"Sit in the room and talk slowly, what happened again."

Li Shiwu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly: "Hey, this matter is a private matter. It's in my hometown. I'm not able to speak out when I go to my uncle and help. I'm asking you, Senior Brother, to be the most reliable one among my peers."

Qing Yanzi's ears were a little soft, and he did not refuse Li Shiwu's invitation.

It depends on what happened. If it is a bit difficult, let Feiyu and Buyu go. If it is not difficult, just eat and drink, he is the master...

I am willing to delay my own practice and endure all these sufferings for my disciples.

...

More than ten minutes later, Li Shiwu walked down the mountain with a brisk pace. Before leaving, hears Wang Sheng, who was practicing swordsmanship outside.

Wang Shenggang had a bit of ominous premonition, and the master's call followed.

"Xiaoxuan, Xiaosheng, come in."

He called Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan closer, and heard the master ask: "In the eyes of you two, are there any ghosts in this world?"

Ghost, ghost?

Mu Wanxuan's little hand suddenly twitched, pursed her lips, her face turned pale, and her eyes showed a little fear. She looked up at the master and directly shrank behind Wang Sheng.

"I almost forgot, Xiaoxuan, you are most afraid of these things," Qing Yanzi seemed to suddenly remember something, patted her forehead, a little amused and crying, and sighed, "You go outside to practice for a while, and leave this matter to Xiaosheng."

Senior sister, a cultivator in the fetal realm, is he actually afraid of ghosts?

Wang Sheng felt a little incredible. He waited for his senior sister to leave the house before he looked at the master with an inquiring gaze.

Qing Yanzi calmly explained a few words: "Ah, when she was seven or eight years old, she wanted to stimulate her to speak more for her master, so she listened to her Midnight Ghost Story Radio for a while, and then she fell into this problem of fearing ghosts."

This is about to skyrocket...

Wang Sheng asked: "Master, what was the effect at the beginning?"

"It's not effective, but it's even more serious. Your senior sister...he almost felt autistic."

Wang Sheng:...
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