Chonghong City is located in the lower reaches of Canglan River and is located at a critical moment. It is one of the most prosperous cities in the Southern Chu State. According to official statistics from the Southern Chu State, there is at least a population of millions in this big city.

With so many people, Chonghong City is naturally extremely prosperous. Almost every street in the market is full of pedestrians. The sound of buying and selling is never stopped. However, there are exceptions. On a wide street in front of the lord's mansion in Chonghong City, there are not many pedestrians.

It is not that those pedestrians are unwilling to walk on this street, nor is it that they are unwilling to go to do business on this street. Almost all pedestrians will show envy and respect when they look at the pedestrians who occasionally walk out of the wide street.

Changsheng Street is the name of this wide street. This is a street in Chonghong City that belongs to monks. Without the cultivation level of Qi Refining, you can't enter this street at all. And no one who wants to sneak into this street can come out alive.

This Changsheng Street is like other streets, with shops, restaurants, and pharmacies. However, the things sold here are all things used by monks, and for checkout, they are not ordinary gold and silver, but fairy stones.

As time passed by, the Changsheng Building, located in the middle of Changsheng Street, began to become lively. Several clean-dressed waiters were like waiters outside, constantly shouting loudly.

However, what is different from the waiter outside the country is that they are both cultivators above the seventh level of Qi refining, one of them is a little older and even has the ninth level of Qi refining. With the cultivation of these cultivators, as long as they walk out of the Street of Changsheng, they can do a good job in the ordinary world, and even enter the Nanchu army. They can become a priest-level existence. However, they are unwilling to leave this Changsheng Building, not only because they can get ten yuan of low-grade immortal stones a month, but they can also hear the preaching of cultivators above the foundation building three times a month.

"Waiter, a glass of century-old green orange juice, two golden dragon carp that are over fifty years old, and..." A middle-aged foundation-building monk with a big beard hesitated for a moment when he said there was still some, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Another bowl of Jiaozhu soup!"

The waiter who was ordered by him was a young man in his twenties. He quickly wiped the table with a rag, and then said with a smile: "Customer, please wait, what you want, I'll send you."

In just a quarter of an hour, the waiter walked up with a tray. The middle-aged monk saw the fragrant food and sighed: "Your Changsheng Building is really good, but it's a pity that you want too many immortal stones."

While speaking, the monk picked up a bowl of red soup, which seemed to be a red dragon swimming in it, and drank it into his stomach in one sip. As the soup penetrated into the belly of the middle-aged monk, a blush rose on the face of the middle-aged monk. With the blush, the middle-aged monk looked even more energetic.

What the middle-aged monks drink is the Jiao Marrow Soup unique to Changsheng Tower. This soup is mainly made of the bone marrow of the foundation-building dragon. Drinking a bowl can be equivalent to the one-month hard work of the foundation-building monk.

"If you take this breath, there will be no one hundred low-grade immortal stones, grandma's!" The middle-aged monk smacked his lips and said reluctantly.

The waiter, who was about to leave, finally said softly after hesitating for a moment: "This senior, the Jiaozhi Tang in our Changsheng Building has increased its price. Now it is 120 bowls of low-grade immortal stones!"

The number of 120 low-grade immortal stones made the middle-aged monk who was already in pain for drinking a bowl of Jiao Marrow Soup, and then said angrily: "What's going on with your Changsheng Building? I've been drinking your Jiao Marrow Soup for thirty years, and they are all 100 low-grade immortal stones. Why is the price hike now? Could it be that you are bullying customers in the store now?"

When he shouted, the guests who were eating and drinking immediately turned their eyes to the middle-aged monks, and some even said, "Yes, this Jiaozhi Tang has always been a low-grade immortal stone since its launch. We are all old customers of Changsheng Building. How can you Changsheng Building raise the price by saying that it is price increase?"

Those who buy things have always despised that things are too expensive. For a moment, the entire Changsheng Building was clamored. The shopkeeper who was sitting behind the counter and making a calculation walked out with a smile and said, "Everyone, don't be excited. Some things in our Changsheng Building have increased their prices, but we have to increase the price!"

Although the shopkeeper looks thin, his cultivation is at the peak of foundation building. In addition, the backstage of the Changsheng Building is tough, so the shouts around him dropped a lot. Some people even knew the shopkeeper and said loudly: "Shopkeeper Li, tell me what the situation is like?"

"Shop has been operating honestly since the business, and it is a principle of being honest and unrestrained. This time, the price of Jiaozhi Decoction is really a forced move." Manager Li clasped his fist and said, "It's not that we are willing to raise the price, but that is, the Jiaozhi Decoction is a bit in supply now, and the supply price of Jiaozhi Decoction has also increased."

"Shopkeeper Li, who are you lying? I believe this dragon above the Golden Pill stage, but if you want to say that there are many monster dragons in the foundation-building stage, there are many demon dragons in the Blue River. You can't lie to me like this!" A fat bald man said loudly to the shopkeeper Li.

Manager Li met the man and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu is well-informed. There are many foundation-building dragons in the Canglan River. But hasn't Brother Zhu heard that there is an expert who is doing business near Tongming Peak. Even if there are many dragons, he can't get through!"

The fat man's face changed and he murmured: "Old Li, you are talking about it, hey, this is really a fight between gods and mortals suffer. As soon as that real person takes action, we will have to raise the price when we drink Jiao Marrow Soup."

There were many people around who were yelling and sitting in their seats to eat and drink after hearing Tongming Peak, but some people didn't understand, so they asked in confusion: "Old Zhu, what happened, you should explain clearly!"

The man surnamed Zhu pondered for a moment and whispered: "Everyone, this is really unreproachable to Changsheng Building. That senior is in charge of Tongming Peak. No matter who it is, he is not allowed to pass by Tongming Peak for a hundred miles. Even if Manager Li and the others do not raise the price, they will not be able to do so!"

"Tongming Peak is the eastern gateway of the Lianjiang Sword Sect. Who is so powerful? He cut off this place. Will the Lianjiang Sword Sect ignore it?" Another person asked loudly with confusion.

No one answered his question. Just as the man asked again, an old man sitting next to him said, "Young man, don't speak loudly. You can't mess with this man. Have you heard of Bamo?"

"Bamo? You are talking about Fang Ling!" The young monk's face changed.

"It's him, the Lance Jiang Jian Sect was captured three times in one death. I heard from a fellow practitioner that this person had already reached the sect of the Lance Jiang Jian Sect. He was driven out by the ancestor of the Lance Jiang Jian Sect. He stayed at Tongming Peak and wanted the Lance Jiang Jian Sect to hand over the murderer who killed the Wanhua Sword Sect, otherwise no one would have thought of passing through the Tongming Peak!"

A trace of admiration appeared on the young monk's face and said, "What a courageous spirit. Good men should do this. If one day I can block the door of a sect, that would be awesome!"

"Come on, just because of you, you still want to block someone's door. I tell you, if you block Tongming Peak, it will take less than an hour to go on your head!" The old man patted the young monk's shoulder and said with a smile.

The young monk shrank his neck and said embarrassedly: "Uncle, don't scare me, I'm just talking. Let me block the gate of other people's sects. Hehe, then I have to wait until I have the strength of the demon!"

The old man smiled and was about to turn around and use his own meal. The young monk hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "Uncle, it is better to meet by chance than to meet by chance, and we should eat something together."

"Okay, then I'm not polite!" The old man looked at the young monk's table and found that the young monk's food was more sumptuous than his. He immediately walked to the young monk's table with his two dishes.

The young monk hesitated for a moment, and finally said to the waiter: "Give a pot of good tiger bone wine, the tiger bones must be above the foundation-building stage."

The old man was happy on his face and then refused a few words. However, his refusal was really weak. In just a short while, a bottle of tiger bone wine was brought up. The old man drank a few sips of tiger bone wine, and his originally dry face turned into a hint of blush. He also became a brother as the young monk.

"Brother Zhao, you have rich experience in walking around the world. In your opinion, who did the Wanhua Sword Sect's destruction?" The young monk helped the old man fill the wine in his cup and asked softly.

Although the old man surnamed Zhao knew that too much would make mistakes, he had eaten someone else's and drank them. After he kept silent, he could not speak up. He lowered his voice and said, "Originally, I think this was done by the Demon Fang Ling, but in this situation, it is more likely that the Sword Sect will do it. However, who did it in this situation is actually no longer important."

"Why doesn't it matter anymore? That's a sect!" A trace of confusion appeared on the young monk's face.

"The matter of Wanhua Sword Sect is just an introduction. The most important thing now is that Fang Ling blocked the portal of the Sword Sect. If the Sword Sect can't find this place, his face will be too great." The old man said this and smiled and said, "They asked Fang Ling to kill demons at the beginning. I think it was for the sake of the immortal stone mine. Now, they kicked the iron plate."

"Who could have thought that a person who had just achieved the Golden Pill was so powerful that this person almost made me think of Zhuge Cangsheng."

"Zhuge Cangsheng, he... can he really compare with Zhuge Cangsheng?" The young monk was shocked, with a trace of disbelief in his words. (To be continued...)
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