Chapter 68 Pingjiaao

South of Vietnam, there is a small town called Pingjiaao, which is very high and is an important place leading to the official road. Due to the inconvenience of the road, villagers living in the mountains often take some mountain goods and food here to exchange what they usually use with merchants and vendors. With the passage of time, the number of people continues to increase, and Pingjiaao has also become very prosperous. Buildings such as teahouses, inns, markets, shops, houses, etc. have been set up, just like the size of a small town.

Although the town is not big, there are a lot of people. Whether it is going to the market or living, the town is full of people and traffic all day long. Shouting and shouting, one after another, continuous.

After Yang Fan and the demon spirit saw Pingjia Pass, they descended far away and walked into the town.

This place is less than ten miles away from Linjiabao, which is also the closest place to the destination. Find someone to inquire about the situation and you can also learn about it.

Yang Fan saw secular people busy and passers-by in a hurry. He recalled that he had tasted food for the last time, which was probably more than 20 years away. Then he smiled and went to a restaurant and sat down.

The little two of the store's eyes were sharp. When he saw the guests, he hurried forward and asked, "Two guests, what do you want?"

"A pot of warm wine, three vegetarian dishes, and you can watch the rest." Yang Fan finished speaking and threw out an ingot of silver.

These things are like dung to him, and they are still cumbersome.

Xiao Er's eyes were widened. When did the little Pingjiao have such a generous dian? He immediately smiled and said, "Two guest officers, please wait for a moment. The little one will go to the back to urge him, and the wine and dishes will come immediately."

Yang Fan waved his hand and ignored it.

At this time, it was almost dinner time, and the restaurant was full, and only his table had two empty seats. But when others saw the appearance of the demon and Yang Fan's vulgar temperament, they shook their heads and left one after another, but they did not dare to come to the table.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked outside the door, holding a pocket in his hand. His voice was very thick and his face was full of flesh, and he looked like a fierce spirit. But strangely, the man was very shiny with silk and jacket. He was also a rich customer, but he was carrying a sack in his hand.

As soon as he entered the store, he shouted, "Give me a pot of good wine and ten catties of beef!"

He glanced at Yang Fan's table and sat down and said, "Little brother, there is no one here. Is it okay for the three of us to share a table?"

Yang Fan smiled indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, please feel free."

The big man laughed and said, "It's refreshing!" After saying that, he looked at the two people carefully and was surprised, "The two brothers are extraordinary and seem to be a little fairy. It's very strange."

Yang Fan's eyes condensed when he heard the words, and he secretly think that the other party is just a mortal. How can he see that he has cultivation? Looking at him carefully, I felt strange. The big man in front of him was indeed a mortal, but there was a faint fluctuation of magic power around him, but he looked like a practicing man, but according to his face and hands, it was not like that. It was strange. Isn't it the senior master who used illusions to hide in the secular world?

With their thoughts, they asked, "How can Brother Taiwan see it?"

The big man grinned and said, "It's not easy. Those immortal masters in Linjiabao are all like you. As long as you look at it carefully for a while, you can notice something strange."

"God? Although this person is a mortal, he has power and consciousness. What's going on? Yang Fan couldn't help thinking and had no answer.

When Yang Fan saw Xiao Er bring the wine and vegetables, he casually threw him an ingot of ten taels of silver and ordered, "I will pay for this brother's account, and then serve a few good wine and good dishes."

Xiao Er grabbed the silver with a sharp action, smiled and said quickly, "Okay, you three eat well and drink well, and the wine and dishes will be served immediately."

The big man quickly raised his hand and said, "No, no..."

Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Brother, don't care about it. You don't pay attention to the yellow and white things."

The big man suddenly smiled and said, "This fairy master, the villain is Ma Wu. He is a farm. How dare you ask the fairy master what to call him?"

"Landing? How can a farmer have mana? Yang Fan couldn't help frowning secretly.

"Don't talk about the name of the fairy master. How can the fairy master say that the fairy has not been achieved? My surname is Qin. You call me brother Qin. This is my brother Qin Chuan.

Ma Wu looked excited and nodded, "That little man called you Brother Qin."

When Yang Fan saw that he was very different from ordinary people, he asked, "Brother Ma claimed to be a farmer, but it was really surprising that he was wrapped in silk cloth and lined with leopard skin."

Ma Wu hurriedly said, "Brother Qin's magic eyes are really unusual. It's really true."

Speaking of this, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I'm farming, but it's not. It's all grain, but we don't grow it for mortals, but for immortals like you.

"Oh?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised and swept his sack with divine consciousness. There was a lot of grain in it, and each grain contained a weak aura. Obviously, it was not ordinary. For high-level monks like him, it is naturally useless, but for the practitioners of the first and second layers of qi refining, it is comparable to Guyuansan. The most important thing is that the aura in the food is weak but not miscellaneous. If you take it for a long time, it is not even inferior to the marrow-washing elixir.

Yang Fan said in a low voice, "What on earth is going on?"

Ma Wu whispered, "Brother Qin, have you heard of Linggu and Lingguo?"

Yang Fan's mind moved slightly and said, "I have heard of Lingguo, but I have never heard of this spiritual valley."

In those years, when Qin Linger wanted to worship her, she once bought a lot of spiritual fruits and offered them. The taste was very good, but her aura was not enough, and she only satisfied her appetite.

"This spiritual valley is not simple. It's amazing to grow an acre of land like a villain and harvest a half stone in two years." Ma Wu explained.

Yang Fanqi said, "You mean that you planted these spiritual valleys?"

"It's not!" Ma Wu said proudly, "These spiritual valleys are planted by little people themselves. Don't underestimate this weight. Take them to Linjiabao. Such a small bag of spiritual valley can be exchanged for a hundred taels of silver."

Yang Fan was surprised: "Linggu and Linjiabao collected with silver? Is it ordinary silver?"

Ma Wuqi said, "Yes, what else should I use to collect it? Gold is not used in this small place, but silver is the most practical.

These words have a great impact on Yang Fan. Yellow and white things seem to be useless. For immortals, mortals in the secular world live on them.

Yang Fan was silent for a moment and asked, "You sold Linggu to Linjiabao, but they didn't ask where it came from?"

"I asked, at first, people in our village didn't understand what these things were. They only knew that they were slow, but the taste was fragrant and sweet. After eating them, they were very strong and disease-free, and even the stubborn diseases disappeared. After that, a fairy master came to the village and said that he would take the grain seeds back for planting, but a few years later, he came to our village again and said that he wanted to collect grain with silver and said what kind of spiritual valley it was. The people in our village were dumbfounded when they heard it. When will the grain be collected with silver? Isn't this pie falling from the sky?

Ma Wu said proudly, "Because that land is in my family, and I am the best at growing the spiritual valley, two years later, the villain took the planted spiritual valley to Linjiabao in exchange for silver."

Only then did Yang Fan understand that the people of Linjiabao have a big plan. They use secular silver to buy things in the immortal world and make a lot of money. Thinking of this, he then asked, "Is there anyone else selling things like Linggu and Lingguo?"

Ma Wu nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, but the quantity is very small, and they also accept some medicinal materials, and the price is not low. Some medicinal materials have been given thousands of pieces of silver, which is very expensive. People near us often go up the mountain to look for medicinal materials. As long as they find good things, they will carefully pick them off and sell them in Linjiabao.

Yang Fan sighed that Lin Haoran's move is indeed a different way. He uses secular people to find elixirs. He doesn't even need to spend a spiritual stone to get immortal resources endlessly. Awesome, this move is really powerful.

"Ma Wu, do you know that there is an alchemist in Linjiabao?" Yang Fan had an idea and asked.

"Alchemist?" Ma Wu tried to recall and thought about it for a long time before he replied, "I heard that there is a master named Master Yan in the castle, a master of medicine. I don't know if it's the alchemist you are looking for."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Ok, I know it." After thinking about it, he said, "Do you have spiritual valley seeds on you? Can you sell me some?"

Ma Wu smiled and said, "There are Linggu seeds, but not many. The rest are stored at home. Don't buy it if you want. It's a gift from a villain, but this thing is delicate and expensive. It must be planted in our mu of field, and it can't be done anywhere else.

After saying that, he took out a small bag of seeds and gave them to him.

Yang Fan has worked in the medicine farm for many years and is naturally familiar with these things. Things like this Linggu are indeed not easy to grow, but it is also impossible to think about them.

After he took it, he took out ten ingots of silver, a total of a thousand taels of silver and put them into Ma Wu's arms. He said, "You put these things away by yourself and don't cause trouble."

Ma Wu looked down and said quickly, "I can't make it..."

As soon as he said half of his words, he was still in place. There was no one in front of him. The dishes and wine on the table were still warm, but the people disappeared.

In the afternoon, Lin Jiabao.

In late autumn, the noon in the mountains is not much warm, and the children in Linjiabao get together to chat.

Lin Jinyu, Lin Jinfeng and Lin Jinmu are all disciples of the Lin family. Because they were born without spiritual roots, they can only eat and wait to die. It is not tiring to do some stewidling work in the family.

They are now sitting under a big tree resting.

Lin Jinfeng had a green grass in his mouth and kept blowing an unpleasant voice, which annoyed the other two.

"Xiaofeng, don't blow it, okay? It's so annoying." Lin Jinyu complained.

"That's right, I know how to blow all day long, and it's useless." Lin Jinmu also said beside him.

Lin Jinfeng let go of his hands and retorted, "If you are capable, don't complain here. Go to Lin Jincai's dog/mother to have a fight. Don't vent your anger on me."

Lin Jinyu sighed, lay on his back on the grass, looked at the blue sky, and muttered, "What's the great thing for immortals? Isn't it just that he can do some spells and be more skillful? If Lin Jincai was not destined to have a spiritual root, he would have been driven out by the elders of the head of the family by virtue.

Lin Jinmu said, "Don't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour. Look at the head of the family and you will know who can live in 150 years old, that's ability! We had a bad life. When we were reincarnated, his mother's forehead landed and broke the spiritual root.

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and said, "Spiritual roots and spiritual roots are all his mother's spiritual roots!"

Lin Jinfeng snorted coldly, "What if there is a spiritual root? Let's take advantage of his unnoticence and beat him. Anyway, his cultivation is not high, and he is only the second level of refining gas. I don't believe that the three of us can't beat him."

Lin Jinyu sat up and whispered, "This is a good idea, but don't let your family know, otherwise your life will be worrying."

The three of them are not very old, just about 13 or 14 years old. After muttering, they are ready to act.

At this time, a low voice sounded: "The three little guys also want to defeat the immortals on the second level of gas refining. They are really over their own strength."

The three trembled at the same time and shouted, "Who is it? Who is listening to us!"

"I didn't eavesdrop, but you said it so loudly that I had to listen to it."

Yang Fan and the demon came out from behind the tree and asked, "Are you from Linjiabao?"

Lin Jinyu is the oldest and most stable of the three. Seeing that the person was not vulgar and seemed to be an immortal, he said, "Who are you? What are you doing in Linjiabao?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Lead the way and take us to meet the owner of the Lin family."

Lin Jinyu was shocked and secretly thought that he was also an immortal. He was about to reply when Lin Jinmu beside him said, "How can we see the owner as you want!"

Yang Fan turned around and glanced at him, smiled gently, and did not answer.

Lin Jinmu suddenly felt like the top of Mount Tai. He was short and couldn't help sitting on the ground. The air around him squeezed himself hard, and his whole body could not be turbulent at all. His face was blood red. Looking closely, he could see small drops of blood.

Not only that, the bones on his body kept crackling, as if he could easily squeeze his whole body with a little strength.

He wanted to ask for mercy, but he was speechless. He could only look at Yang Fan with pleading eyes.

And Yang Fan didn't want to care too much about the other party. He said indifferently, "A little punishment. If there is another offense, be careful that the head on the item is not guaranteed."

When he finished saying this, Lin Jinmu didn't see what the other party was doing, and the pressure all over his body did not disappear. At this time, he didn't have any strength, so he could only gasp heavily, and his face turned red to white, which was very ugly.

Lin Jinyu and Lin Jingfeng hurriedly helped him up and couldn't help asking about the situation. After a long time, Lin Jinmu said, "It doesn't matter. It's much better now."

He walked to Yang Fan and said, "Thank you for your mercy." He is not a fool. He knows that it is easy for the other party to take his life. At this time, he is fine. Almost the same as usual, he also understands that the other party intends to let him go.

Yang Fan nod his head and said, "Okay, take us to see your master."

The three of them are busy and respectful.