"I didn't expect that this mortal country is quite prosperous."

In Chishui City, Fang Yi and others were strolling on the streets, watching the crowd coming and going, and they actually felt like they were returning to the secular world. Of course, the customs and customs here are still somewhat different from the secular world, at least there is a big difference in clothing.

Perhaps because of the lack of technology development, the clothes of these people in the mortal kingdom are more like the ones on Earth hundreds of years ago. The clothes rarely have gorgeous colors, and most of the buildings are mainly made of wood, and basically no bricks and tiles can be seen.

"This city is less than thirty miles long and wide, but it lives in tens of thousands of people, like a small city on the earth."

With just one thought, Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire Chishui City, and the situation of more than 100,000 people was mastered. Most of the city were ordinary mortals, but there were also some warriors, and there was even a congenital cultivator.

"This innate cultivator, seeing that his bone age is nearly a hundred years old, it is impossible to enter the Qi Refining Period further. Staying in Chishui City is an invincible person. It is good to spend the rest of his life like this."

Long Wanda also observed the small town with his spiritual sense and said, "Walking in the world, it is inevitable that he will use money. Let's go and exchange it for some money for this innate cultivator."

The innate cultivator is already like a great man here. It is easy for a few people to find out that this person is called Wen Junlai, who is the ancestor of the Wen family, the largest family in Chishui City. His family business involves all aspects and controls nearly 30% of the wealth of the entire Chishui City.

After confirming where the Wen family was located, Fang Yi and others flashed and suddenly disappeared from the bustling crowd, but the people around them didn't notice anything at all. It seemed that in the minds of these people, there was no such four people in this category.

"Who?"

In the Wen family compound, Fang Yi and others appeared out of thin air, which scared the patrol guards. More than a dozen guards immediately surrounded him with swords. However, seeing the methods of Fang Yi and others appearing out of thin air, these people did not dare to go too far and stopped more than ten meters away from Fang Yi and others.

"Let's come to Wen Jun." Fang Yi smiled faintly, but his voice condensed spiritual power. The entire Wen family compound could hear clearly inside and outside.

"Stop." As soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, an old man appeared at the door of the Wen family's main hall. Although the old man was nearly a hundred years old, with white beard and white hair, he had a body with a tiger-back and bear-waisted waist, and was in good spirits.

"Old Ancestor." When the guards saw Wen Jun coming, they bowed and bowed.

"You guys retreat first." Wen Junlai waved his hand and said lightly.

"yes."

After ordering the guards to retreat, Wen Junlai immediately changed his face, walked respectfully to Fang Yi and others, bent down deeply, and said, "My younger brother Wen Jun is here to pay homage to the four seniors. I wonder what advice are there for the four seniors?"

Faced with four cultivators whose cultivation level was far beyond his own, Wen Junlai was also very worried and afraid that he would offend one of them by accident and cause the disaster of killing and extermination of the clan.

Wen Jun came, but he was not worried that these four seniors were here to seek revenge. If they were seeking revenge, they could slaughter the Wen family without leaving any other person. There was no need for the four of them to come at the same time. According to his experience, several people should have passed by, and such things have not happened before.

"You don't have to be afraid, you don't have to be afraid." Fang Yi glanced at Wen Junlai and said in a gentle tone: "Get up and talk first."

"Thank you, senior." Wen Junlai stood up, but his waist was still slightly bent, waiting for Fang Yi to speak.

"You probably know the Cultivator Realm, right?" Fang Yi walked to the chair in the house, sat down and said, "We just came from the Cultivator Realm, and we don't have the money from Donghua Kingdom, so we plan to ask you for some."

"Senior, you are polite." Wen Junlai said: "If you need money, you can just say it, and you don't need to exchange it."

"Can we still take advantage of you?" Long Wangda said, taking out a low-grade spirit stone and handing it over, asking, "How much is this thing worth in Donghua Country?"

"Is this... a spirit stone?" Wen Junlai saw the lower-grade spirit stone in Long Wanda's palm, his pupils shrank, and he said tremblingly: "The spirit stone is really a spirit stone. A spirit stone can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold according to its value."

Wen Junlai's eyes were filled with excitement and said, "But the Donghua Kingdom spirit stones are very few, and it can be said that they have a price but no market. If the seniors were willing to exchange this spirit stone, the younger generation would be willing to exchange it for 30,000 taels of gold."

"Thirty thousand taels of gold are enough for us to walk in Donghua Country." Peng Bin nodded and said. As soon as he entered Chishui City, Peng Bin enveloped the entire city with his spiritual sense. Through a simple understanding, he also roughly learned about the money system of Donghua Country.

One tael of gold can be exchanged for ten taels of silver, one tael of silver, and one tael of silver can be exchanged for one hundred copper coins. For an ordinary family, the food, clothing and expenses of four or five people a year, ten taels of silver is enough. Thirty thousand taels of gold is enough even if you support a large family.

He sent someone to get 30,000 taels of gold tickets and gave him hundreds of taels of broken silver. Wen Junlai asked carefully: "The four seniors are here to visit Donghua Kingdom this time, but should they choose disciples?"

As a local tyrant, in the past, major sects always came to Wen Jun first, so he thought that the same was true for these cultivators.

"No." Fang Yi collected the gold tickets and broken silver and wanted to get up and leave." Who are the four seniors looking for?" Wen Junlai said again: "If you want to find someone, you may be able to help. Many cities in Donghua Kingdom have friends with juniors, which can save you a lot of time."

"Oh? Why did you guess we were looking for someone?" Peng Bin asked in a cold voice with a flash of cold light.

Unconsciously, a little momentum leaked out. The oppressed Wen Junlai's forehead and temples were sweating, and he was slumped on the ground.

"Because you are not choosing disciples, you are probably coming to find someone. Donghua Kingdom seems to have nothing to attract seniors from the cultivator world." Wen Junlai reluctantly replied under the pressure of Peng Bin's momentum.

"It's also reasonable." Peng Bin restrained the trace of breath. Wen Junlai felt that the pressure of the aura disappeared in an instant, and he suddenly felt that the whole body was relaxed.

"We are indeed here to find someone, and I don't know if you know what you are doing?"

Fang Yi asked casually. He didn't think that Wen Jun could know the whereabouts of Zhuge, nor did he think that he could find Zhuge as soon as he arrived at the first city. He just wanted to give it a try. If the friends he mentioned were so close, it would be enough to have a clue about Zhuge.

"Old Man Zhuge?" Wen Junlai was stunned when he heard this name and said, "Three days ago, an old man with a combined surname Zhuge came to Chishui City."

"Oh?" Fang Yi and others looked at each other and looked at Wen Junlai incredible ways. Fang Yi said, "Tell me carefully, what's going on?"

"The old man was named Zhuge Hong, and he brought a little granddaughter to make a living in a restaurant by talking and singing." Wen Junlai replied: "Because of his age, many people call him Old Man Zhuge. He seems to live in a temple outside Chishui City."

According to the appearance and dressing of Zhuge Hong that Wen Junlai said, Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness was instantly released, and an old man was indeed found in a dilapidated temple seven miles away from Chishui City.

Judging from the spiritual exploration, this is an ordinary old man, and even his bone age can be seen clearly. At the age of 78, his gray beard is combed neatly. Although his clothes are worn and patched everywhere, they are washed very clean. The old man is sitting quietly, and a little girl behind him is combing his hair.

The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old and looked pretty and charming. Her red clothes were faded and dark, and she had patched them. The clothes she wore were a little small when she wore them. They probably bought them a few years ago.

"It's not the one we are looking for." Peng Bin's spiritual sense also found the old man and the girl, so he could naturally see the old man's bone age clearly. Moreover, judging from the vitality in the old man's body, the old man's life span was almost at an end.

"Probably not." Fang Yi said: "Look at it for a moment, aren't you talking about books in a restaurant? Let's go and listen."

"Fang Yi, I think I can pay more attention." Long Wangda said, "The time this old man appeared in Chishui City is a bit special."

"Three days ago." Long Wangda thought for a while and inferred according to this time: "This time happened to be the day when the Huayan Sect Master Zhao promised to explain the affairs of the Taoist sect to you."

"Didn't that Master Zhao say that Old Man Zhuge has calculated all the secrets of heaven. If he has any objection to you, it is impossible to calculate that you will come to Chishui City today."

"And." Long Wanda continued: "Even we can easily change our breath. It is normal for such a legendary figure to change our breath, bone age, etc."

"It makes sense for you to say that." Fang Yi laughed at him and said, "But I don't believe that my luck will be so good if I can find Mr. Zhuge so easily."

"It's always right to pay more attention." Long Wanda was talking, and suddenly his expression moved and said with a smile: "They are coming out of the dilapidated temple now. It's almost time for dinner. They should be going to the restaurant in the city to tell a story."

The spiritual sense always paid attention to Zhuge Hong until Zhuge Hong led his granddaughter into a restaurant, and Fang Yi and others disappeared from the Wen family compound.

As soon as Fang Yi and others left, Wen Junlai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his clothes were wet. He smiled bitterly and naturally said to himself: "A person who cannot become a cultivator is like an ant after all. If a few people have bad intentions, their big business will probably disappear in an instant."

Without mentioning what Wen Junlai thought, Fang Yi and others had already arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, went in and found a table to sit down, and ordered the waiter to serve some specialty wine and food.

Not to mention, although the wine in this mortal kingdom does not contain spiritual energy, it is very similar to the wine in the secular world. The little devil drank a pot in one gulp and shouted that the waiter would continue to serve the wine.

"Besides, Fu Qinghong, who used the Dayan Divine Sword to walk around Huangting Mountain alone. In less than half a month, all the thirteen bandit nests around Huangting Mountain were killed..."

The restaurant specially set up a platform for Zhuge Hong and his granddaughter. At this time, Zhuge Hong was spitting and talking about a story that didn't know what time it was.

"This doesn't look like a paradise." The little devil stared at Zhuge Hong while drinking wine, and used his spiritual sense to communicate with the three of them: "It's Fang Yi's master who looks like a fairy-like figure, and he looks like a master!"

"You haven't seen my master like when he was in Fangshan at that time."

Fang Yi shook his head when he heard this. The old Taoist priest he knew was simply a representative figure of laziness and greed. When Fang Yi was four or five years old, he asked him to do laundry and cook. No matter how he looked, he was not in line with Zhenglin Zhenren, but the two were the same person. Who said what the good old man Zhuge should look like?”

"If you want to know what happens next, let's listen to the next breakdown." Zhuge Hong wiped the sweat from his head and said, "After a while, I will let my little girl sing two small songs for everyone."

"Slow down!" someone shouted in the restaurant. A rich young man in a brocade dressed in a hand-cranked paper fan and stood up, stared at the girl for a while and said, "I look pretty, what's my name?"

"Reply to the young master's words." Zhuge Hong came over happily, stopped the girl, and said, "Little granddaughter Zhuge Ling, both of his parents have died. Old man, I will bring her up, follow the old man to talk and sing music, and make a living."

"I didn't ask you again? Why do you want to talk more?"

The young master waved his paper fan and pulled Zhuge Hong aside. He picked up the hem of Zhuge Ling's outer robe and sneered at Zhuge Hong: "This is what you call life? This clothes were bought a few years ago. Not only did they fade, but they didn't say how many patches they had been put into, but they didn't fit the size."

"It's better to do this. Thirty taels of silver. I bought your granddaughter. Going back to my house with me to be a maid. You eat and drink delicious food every day. It's better to follow you, an old man, to travel around. You, with Thirty taels of silver, don't have to say a book, buy a good coffin, eat and drink every day and wait for death."

"Our grandfather and grandson are used to being simple and simple, and I hope the young master will be able to do it." Zhuge Hong blocked the young master who was about to step forward and touch him again.

"The scumbags really come from everywhere, nǎinǎi, why did this scene come out?" Peng Bin spat and was about to go up, but he was stopped by Fang Yi and said, "You forgot what Master Zhao said before, you cannot interfere with the conflicts between mortals."

"Besides, even if we need to intervene, let's wait." Fang Yi still had some thoughts in his mind, hoping that Zhuge Hong would be the old man Zhuge, so he wanted to see if Zhuge Hong could solve the problem in front of him.

"Old guy, now, disappear to me immediately." The young master said sternly: "Otherwise, don't want thirty taels of silver. Master, I will buy you a coffin and let you get buried for peace."

Seeing that the old man was still protecting Zhuge Ling and closing his eyes tightly, the young man reached out and pointed at Zhuge Hong and said, "Damn it, beat me, and beat me to death!"

At the young master's order, several big men jumped out from behind, jumped onto the stage and wanted to take action. Although Zhuge Hong closed his eyes, his face showed a look of tension and fear.

"Forget it." Fang Yi sighed and said, "I don't think this person is the one we are looking for, but it's not convenient for us to do it directly."

"It's simple, look at me." Peng Bin whispered loudly: "Slow down..."

Peng Bin's voice was loud, and the eardrums around him were buzzing. He stood up. His height of about 1.9 meters and his strong body immediately gave the young man and the strong man a sense of oppression.

"Friend, I'm very angry. Why do you want to stand up?" The young man said under the surrounds of several strong men: "Don't you ask where this is?"

"It's nothing, but I think this little girl is good too. I'll pay 500 taels and bring it with me to pour tea and water. It's a bit of face." Peng Bin now hopes that the young man will rush up with a few people with a look of shame and anger. As Master Zhao said, he provoked himself and killed him.

"Friend, there must be someone who comes first and then."

The young master heard Peng Bin say that he bought Zhuge Ling by 500 taels, and he immediately turned dark and said, "I will pay 600 taels. If this friend gives [ ] a face, I will give up on this matter today. Otherwise, my friend will also think clearly whether it is worth offending my Ma family for this."

"What are the Ma family and the Dog family? I pay a thousand taels." Peng Bin waved his hand and said, looking like a rich man.

The young man's face changed color and said with hatred: "Let's go."

Before leaving the restaurant gate, the young master turned around and said harsh words: "Wait for me."

"So cowardly." Peng Bin sneered, and after that, he was about to return to his seat.

"Mr. Please stay, my uncle." At this time, Zhuge Hong's voice suddenly said.

"No need to thank you, it's just a little effort." Peng Bin waved his hand without looking back.
Chapter completed!