"The next initiation will be in three months. I will wait for you at Yandang Pond, Fellow Daoist Jiang."
Three days later, in the garden of Liu's residence, Shan Qiuli, with a still somewhat lonely expression, was sitting diagonally behind her leopard in a very ladylike manner.
She had barely spoken to her stinky brother in the past three days.
Even if Lao Jiang wanted to mediate, Shan Qiuming was too stubborn to admit his mistake in front of his sister.
His sister was leaving today, but he would rather spend time in the market, playing arcade games with the local kids, and was unwilling to come and see her off.
The relationship between this sister and brother is really tense.
"Okay, fellow Shan Dao, I'll try to be there on time."
Jiang Xia nodded to Shan Qiuli, and handed her a small storage ring without a divine mark, saying:
"This is the goods for the Hongyan Society this time. By the way, please say hello to Xiao Yaer for me. I will be more satisfied if I can persuade her not to bargain with me stubbornly next time."
"That's probably unlikely."
Senior Shan Qiuli chuckled.
She put on her veil, patted the big leopard's head, and said to Jiang Xia:
"Life in Baoping Mountain is very boring. Xiao Yaer spends her days bickering with guests. Even if you are a distinguished guest, you cannot deprive her of this rare pleasure.
In addition, I will also deliver the magic spears and magical instruments that Fellow Daoist gave me to be sold by Hongyan Society. The settlement of the first batch of goods will be counted into the next transaction.
But as an treasure appraiser, I still want to tell you about it.
Although your magic weapon, the Spirit Spear, has some advantages, I don't think its sales will be better than the Ash Elixir. After all, there are many magic weapons that can replace it.
Instead of pursuing small profits but quick turnover, it is better to specialize in the business of fine spirit guns, which may bring more profits.
And based on my many years of experience in treasure appraisal, this new magic weapon might be more popular among evil cultivators. After all, it is really suitable for sneak attacks and massacres."
"At least we need to let fellow Taoists know what a spirit spear is, so that they can have some idea of ​​this new type of magical weapon. Then it will be easier to run a fine product business in the future."
Jiang Xia smiled and said:
“I didn’t expect to make much money from the first batch of spirit guns. Everything has a gradual process. I understand this principle, and I have patience.
As for the evil cultivators…"
Old Jiang reached out and took out two copper coins, placed them in front of Shan Qiuli, and said:
"Put these two pieces of immortal coins together, can Brother Shan tell which one is more noble? Are the evil cultivators' coins no longer money?"
Shan Qiuli was speechless for a moment.
She quickly shook her head and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, she winked at Jiang Xia and said:
"Fellow Daoist, don't forget what you promised me."
"Um."
Jiang Xia took a step back, bowed to the beautiful monk in front of him, and said:
“Leave your brother to me, and don’t worry.
I have a way to deal with naughty kids. I prepared a very interesting game for him. According to my experience, he will soon have a lot of fun playing it.
At least before he reaches the spiritual realm, he probably won't impulsively commit suicide."
"That's enough."
Shan Qiuli smiled and said:
"It's not easy for a body cultivator to break through, not to mention that my brother still has problems with his basics. This way, I can practice without any worries for a few more decades.
I won’t say any more, Fellow Daoist Jiang.
I wish you a prosperous business. Hongyan will continue to serve you wholeheartedly. "
After she finished speaking, the big cat under her crotch let out a howl.
Clouds rose from under its four claws, carrying its master into the air, then leisurely rushed into the sky and quickly disappeared into the clouds.
I have to say that this spiritual beast with the blood of Pixiu has a beautiful and elegant appearance.
She looks much better than the dark and silly monster Liu Hui.
It's just that he has been spoiled.
It is said that this big cat has been playing well with Ruyue these days. It is lured by the endless supply of food provided by Ruyue and even allows Ruyue to smooth its fur.
And rub your belly too.
Therefore, from a practical point of view, a silly monster who is ambitious, willing to practice, and thirsty for power can really defeat this good-looking spiritual leopard.
Lao Jiang watched his senior leave.
He turned and walked out of the garden. Ruyue and Su were already waiting for him at the door. Su was now fully armed and had changed back into his wasteland outfit.
It can be seen that he can't wait to go home and fight a war of his own.
"Is it arranged?"
Jiang Xia asked.
Su nodded, and Ruyue also nodded and said:
"I sent Gu Miao to Shiliu. The little mountain monster has been cleaning up the local evil cultivators' affairs in recent days, so it's a good opportunity for Gu Miao to follow it for a run and broaden his horizons.
The child now has a very good impression of us.
Maybe it's time to get her microchipped."
"Wait a little longer."
Jiang Xia thought for a few seconds and said:
“Gu Miao’s situation is different from Wu Tong’s.
I always feel that the girl has not been completely honest with us about her background, especially since she has been deliberately avoiding questions related to her parents. "
"That's true."
Ruyue thought for a moment and said:
"I still remember the scene . The speed at which the horoscope was rotating was obviously abnormal. Perhaps her fate was also abnormal."
"So, wait a little longer."
Jiang Xia laughed and said:
"Good things come to those who wait."
"Shua"
The black veiled treasure umbrella jumped into Jiang Xia's palm. As the umbrella opened, spiritual power was injected into it. Old Jiang held the umbrella and summoned the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his sea of ​​consciousness.
The branches cast by starlight swayed like ripples in the air.
The next moment, the figures of the three people suddenly disappeared in the Ku Mu Realm.
"Huh?"
Far away in Shangtong Peak of Moshuang Mountain, Elder Shi Yan, who was moved to tears while watching the movie "Big Ship" and almost burst into tears, suddenly froze.
She paused the movie in front of her eyes, sat up, and repeatedly confirmed the multi-band communication in the chip communication.
The information flow exchange between Jasmine and other wasteland ascenders was normal, but Wang Liufu was still immersed in the ocean of academic information in the A-14 data partition.
But the data signals of Jiang Xia, Su, and Ruyue mysteriously disappeared at this moment.
"Where did they go?"
Shi Yan narrowed her eyes.
She wanted to trace the coordinates where the data signal disappeared, but as soon as she made a move, Jasmine, who had the second level of authority under Jiang Xia, immediately noticed the data anomaly.
The gaze and search in the information flow, like the arrival of a powerful force, forced the elder to immediately hide his signal in the data stream.
Her strength is compared to Jasmine who has no spiritual roots.
It was like a Tyrannosaurus Rex versus an unarmed baby, but in the field of data information security, the means that Jasmine possessed were a hundred times more powerful than those of Elder Shi Yan.
She is a beginner hacker after all.
Now that he had hacked into the Wasteland Gang's information data system, he could only rely on self-study. He was no match for Jasmine, who had been exposed to data information since childhood and regarded it as an instinct.
“It’s really difficult.”
Nearly five breaths later, as Jasmine withdrew her signal in this section, the embarrassed Elder Shi Yan secretly peeked out again.
"But this kind of confrontation is quite interesting."
In her messy cave, the great cultivator who was only one step away from the realm of seeking the Tao chuckled, as if he was recalling how weak he was when he first started practicing.
She whispered:
“The state of mind of retaking the path of spiritual practice.
Oh, it seems like I’m back to my youth, accidentally offending those petty old ghosts and having to hide from place to place with little Chuer.
The little girl is really amazing.
pity.
But without spiritual roots, you can’t achieve anything great in the Bitter Wood Realm.”
“But where did my stubborn rebel go?
These three treasures!
Why give him the Umbrella of Marbled Eyes? If he keeps holding the umbrella, I won't be able to sense him.
Xiao Chuer said that my traitor had a big secret. Now it seems that Xiao Chuer really has a keen eye and golden pupil, and the fate of Bi'an that ignites the main star palace is really magical.
Um.
We must think of a way to get the traitor's secret out."
——
"Buzz"
The figures of three people emerged in the turbulent air.
Sue is fine, and has returned to the wasteland.
The familiar, biting desert wind made him feel a long-lost sense of tension and relaxation. The chaotic electrical surges in his mind made him feel both strange and familiar.
But Jiang Xia and Ruyue felt a little uncomfortable.
Before, he was a mortal with no spiritual energy, so it didn't matter to him coming here. But now, both big and small, he is a cultivator in the Qi training stage. Suddenly coming to a place without spiritual energy is like a fish being thrown into the desert.
It's uncomfortable for sure.
But I can still hold on.
"Give."
Lao Jiang threw a bag of jingling coins to Ruyue, who was rubbing her head beside him, and took out a few for himself, like inserting coins.
Throw it into the storage compartment of the left arm prosthesis.
When he was rescuing Pomegranate before, he discovered that by absorbing the refined spiritual energy from the fairy coins at a very slow speed, he could keep the spiritual power in his body circulating continuously.
It can offset the torture of having the body's spiritual energy drained away by the dried-up heaven and earth.
However, this tricky method is only applicable to low-level cultivators. Once Lao Jiang breaks through to the realm of truth, this method will not be very useful.
The wasteland is a magical place.
Shi Liu complained about this last time. The higher the realm of the cultivator, the closer the connection between him and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the more uncomfortable it would be to be sent to the wasteland.
According to Shi Liu's estimation, if a great cultivator in the Divine Realm were thrown into a wasteland without making any preparations in advance, the torture and pain he would endure would probably be no less than that of being executed by slow slicing.
Unfortunately, with Lao Jiang’s current limit of control over the Seven Treasures Magic Tree, it is impossible for him to forcibly throw the great cultivator in the Divine Realm into this hellish place to suffer.
Just like an ant, no matter how powerful it is, it can never lift a giant.
It's a pity to waste such a good trump card.
"Hey, look who this is!
The honorable Big Boss of Kunlun Square has arrived at this damn place called Death Desert, which really brings honor to my humble place. Sir, please at least let me know before you come.
So that we ordinary people can make preparations to welcome the emperor in advance.
Look at what you look like now...
Tsk tsk, how embarrassing."
A sarcastic voice soon rang out in front of Lao Jiang, accompanied by the sound of the door opening.
He looked up and saw Black Fox, wearing a wasteland windbreaker and with messy hair, standing at the door of the watchtower rooftop with his hands on his hips and three cigars in his hands.
"Sir!"
Su immediately raised his hands, put his hands together, and with a snap, he made the Black Hand Society's military salute.
Ruyue straightened her back reflexively, just like she did during her previous training.
As for Jiangxia.
The boss is the boss.
He remained calm, leaning against the closed umbrella, as if he had not heard the joke at all. He took a step forward, unceremoniously snatched the cigar from Rogge's hand, and put it to his lips.
And from the top of the watchtower, look down.
With the reflection of the desert lights at dusk, this base surrounded by wind and sand is now very lively.
The warehouse in the northwest was temporarily converted into a rest area.
Dozens of wasteland-style motorcycles were parked there in a mess, as if a knights' conference was being held.
A large group of wasteland rangers, whose looks could be described as a group of demons dancing wildly, also gathered beside the semi-open warehouse. With noisy heavy metal music as accompaniment, they hugged their scantily clad companions and drank the best liquor in the desert.
That's right.
The "desert whiskey" is made from the "military supplies" sent from Kunlun Square in Kumu Realm, which are mixed with a small amount of purified water and pigment.
Even though they have been processed in such an uncommercial way, they are still rare and excellent drinks in the wasteland. They have become a popular favorite among the rangers who make a living in this desert in recent times.
There are also some very Versailles guys.
Disdaining to drink liquor in such a tasteless manner with their vulgar companions, they used luxurious high-heeled glasses or some strange bone vessels to hold cups of expensive clean water.
Judging from their noble attitude like wasteland nobles at this moment, the pretentious value of this glass of clean water is far higher than its drinking value.
No wonder.
Pure, clean water without any pollution has been "out of stock" in the wasteland for decades.
Although Roger was considerate enough to lower the price.
But it's still not something that just any punk can enjoy.
It is really difficult for people who did not grow up in such a hellhole to understand these crazy people's twisted desire for pure things and the symbolic meaning of a glass of clean water.
It has far outweighed its practical significance.
No matter how dirty a person is, deep down in his heart, he will occasionally desire to see a completely clean self in his dreams.
"Are these the cannon fodder you hired by waving my money?"
Jiang Xia leaned on the railing of the rooftop, took out the lit cigar, exhaled a puff of spicy smoke, and said to Roger who was leaning against him to enjoy the breeze:
"It looks very powerful. How many spies from the Eternal Life Society are among them?"
"Quite a few."
Black Fox shrugged, leaned back against the railing, and said casually:
“Many people came from far away just for my valuable head.
But unfortunately, they are destined not to receive Emma's reward. In their crazy minds, they can't even guess what I am going to do on the edge of the desert this time."
"Are those our people?"
Jiang Xia looked to the other side of the base again.
Compared to the chaos in the northwest corner, the situation over there was much better. Dozens of people were busy moving things next to a dozen rusty Bigfoots and heavy trucks that had been modified so well that even my mother couldn't recognize them.
There are also some people who are taking out various weapons from the underground warehouse and placing them on these wasteland vehicles that are reinforced with steel wire, iron plates and spiked armor.
They were silent.
There is little communication between them. Compared with the freer Wasteland Rangers, these guys have a sense of military order and a sense of asceticism.
"Yes, some of them are stationed here to deter those lawless cannon fodders."
Roger exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
"The rest are in the previous base. They will set off earlier than us tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure you can win?"
Jiang Xia stood up straight, feeling the harsh wind of the Death Desert blowing on his delicate face. He asked, and Rogge turned his head to look at him.
There was a gleam in the black fox's eyes.
He said:
“The confidence before was 70% to 80%.
You guys are here on time, so I have nothing to worry about. If you can't win even with the help of the immortals from another world, then you'd better shoot me tomorrow.
Lest I be driven insane by my own shameful failure and lose the last shred of my dignity."
"Then what?"
Jiang Xia flicked the ash off his cigarette, and in the blood-red light of the setting sun, he said in a gentle tone:
"After you win, what are you going to do?"
Roger laughed and took a step back.
This rough guy from the wasteland performed an ancient etiquette in an exaggerated manner as if he was in a drama, and he bowed slightly to Jiang Xia.
explain:
"Then, it is time to serve wholeheartedly the great cause for which you are destined."
"My...boss."