Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Li Zhendong admitted defeat, and even though Lian Qirong was unconvinced, this was the Shen family's territory and there were so many big bosses watching, so he didn't dare not admit it.

Under Shen Bingyuan's supervision, Lian Qirong and Feng Tianming signed an equity transfer agreement, and Lian Qirong transferred the shares of the film and television city to Feng Tianming free of charge.

When signing, Lian Qirong's eyes flashed with a sinister look. He threw away the pen and said: "Master Feng, it's not good if you have a big appetite. Be careful of filling your stomach and vomiting it out!"

After this, people looked at Li Muchen with admiration.

Shen Mingchun's face looked very ugly.

He originally thought that Li Muchen would be humiliated, but he didn't expect to defeat Li Zhendong with just one move.

Although using gold needles to break acupuncture points seems to be a trick, it is still considered a real skill.

Jiao Shiniang took the golden needle from the old man surnamed Liao, walked up to Li Muchen, and returned the needle to Li Muchen herself.

Li Muchen took the golden needle and said, "Thank you."

Jiao Shiniang didn't say anything, just smiled and returned to her seat.

Li Muchen always felt that there was a lot of meaning hidden in her smile.

This matter has come to an end, and the next step is the dispute between Jiao Shiniang in Xuancheng and Huang Dingbang in Huizhou.

Their conflicts are mainly over the development rights of several ancient trade routes and some mineral resources nearby.

This kind of interest dispute is originally easy to resolve. Generally, the dispute is put aside to develop and profit together.

Under Shen Bingyuan's coordination, most of the problems were resolved, but the final conflict focused on one of the mines.

This mine is in Huizhou, but the underground veins extend to Xuancheng.

Huang Dingbang wanted to take down the mountain where the entire mineral vein was located. The problem was that it happened to be where the Jiao family's ancestral graves were located, so the Jiao family refused without any room for negotiation.

Huang Dingbang proposed that we should follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, compete in martial arts or gamble.

He was very confident in Taoist Priest Qingxuan beside him.

But this matter is very special. It is not an ordinary economic or territorial dispute, but involves people's ancestral graves.

"Mr. Huang, I'm afraid this matter is not suitable for gambling." Shen Bingyuan said, "No matter what, forcing people to move their graves is always against the moral principles of the world."

Huang Dingbang said dissatisfied: "Master Shen, I want to come here to solve the problem because of your reputation as Master Shen. You have always been fair. But if you say this, are you a little biased? You can bet on other people's affairs. Why is it inconsistent with the ethics of the world when we get to the Jiao family? I didn't say that the Jiao family had to move their graves. It is a geomantic treasure land, and everyone knows it. I only mine underground mines, so the graves above the ground can still be kept. The Jiao family If you want to visit the grave, I won’t stop you.”

Jiao Shiniang sneered: "What kind of joke is Master Huang? If you hollowed out the ground, can it still be called a Feng Shui treasure land?"

Huang Dingbang chuckled and said, "I can build an underground palace for your ancestors. When the time comes, you can put more treasures in, and it will be like an emperor's tomb."

Jiao Shiniang's expression changed and she said, "Huang Dingbang, no matter what I say, it is impossible to give you the land of my ancestral grave."

Huang Dingbang snorted coldly: "Then let me say this, I am determined to get this land, and you can't let it go."

The smell of gunpowder on both sides became stronger and stronger, and people looked at Shen Bingyuan at the same time, wanting to see how he would deal with it.

Shen Bingyuan pondered for a moment and said: "Mr. Huang, to be fair, the prosperity of a family depends entirely on the shadow of the ancestors. We in China have always paid attention to filial piety and forcing people to move their graves is not a benevolent act. It's just an ordinary mineral vein. It’s not gold and rare earth, so we can always negotiate a price. I’ll make a suggestion and ask the Jiao family to pay you a sum of money.”

Turning to Jiao Shiniang again, "Mr. Jiao, after all, Mr. Huang has invested in the mine for several years. There must have been losses. It's not too much for you to make some compensation."

Jiao Shiniang said: "I agree. We can ask a third party to evaluate the value of this vein and the annual profits. I will compensate you based on the total profits in the next ten years."

"Bah!" Huang Dingbang spat, "Assessment? How do you assess it? Who can assess it accurately? I said this mine is worth [-] billion, will you pay me?"

Jiao Shiniang frowned, this was no longer negotiation, this was blackmail.

"Mr. Huang, it's very insincere for you to say that." Shen Bingyuan's face darkened.

"Okay, you have to be sincere, that's okay, I'll give you something in exchange." Huang Dingbang looked at Jiao Shiniang, "I know that your father, Mr. Jiao, is sick and needs a Kunlun grass to save his life."

Jiao Shiniang's expression changed: "What do you mean, do you have it?"

"Yes, I happen to have it."

Huang Dingbang smiled slightly, and the Taoist-looking man next to him took out a small wooden box and placed it on the table.

Li Muchen was surprised when he heard about Kunlun grass.

Because he knows what Kunlun grass is. This kind of grass grows on the top of Kunlun and has very magical effects.

When he was at Tiandu Peak, he often visited the major peaks in Kunlun, so he could often see them.

Various sects or casual cultivators in Kunlun often collect Kunlun grass to make elixirs and prepare medicines.

However, Kunlun herbal medicine is extremely cold in nature and cannot be made into a medicine without special drug compatibility.

I have never heard that Kunlun grass is used in human prescriptions.

I have never heard of any disease that relies on Kunlun grass to save lives.

Li Muchen stared closely at the Taoist's wooden box.

The Taoist opened the box, revealing a light blue plant. A breath of fresh air spread out, and the room was filled with fragrance. Everyone felt relaxed and happy.

"Is this Kunlun grass?"

People opened their eyes wide and looked at this legendary magical grass.

"Yes, this is Kunlun grass." The Taoist said, "Pindao visited Kunlun Mountain a few years ago and accidentally collected it on a peak."

Visiting Kunlun Mountain?

People were immediately in awe of the Taoist.

"I don't know what to call him?" Shen Bingyuan asked.

"The name of the poor Taoist is Qingxuan."

The Taoist waved his whisk, and there was an air of immortality in his description.

Li Muchen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Qingxuan?

He had heard from his teacher that there was a Taoist Priest Qingxuan in Wudang who broke through Xiantian many years ago and climbed to Tiandu Peak, and later returned to Wudang.

Li Muchen looked at Taoist Priest Qingxuan again.

There are slight mana fluctuations in this Taoist's body, but it is not obvious. It is obvious that his cultivation level is not deep.

Of course, if it was really Wudang Qingxuan whose cultivation level was much higher than that of Li Muchen, he wouldn't see it as normal.

But what's going on with that sinister aura between this man's eyebrows?

This is obviously the imprint left by practicing certain Yinxie magic. This cannot be faked. How can the real Taoist Priest Qingxuan have such an aura?

Even if he went astray when he was young, he has already broken through his innate ability and will not leave any traces of his early years of practice.

Jiao Shiniang seemed a little anxious and asked: "Taoist Master Qingxuan, do you dare to sell this Kunlun grass? My father is seriously ill and urgently needs this grass to save his life. You can give me a price or make any conditions, as long as I can do it."

Huang Dingbang said: "Madam Jiao, this thing belongs to me now, you should ask me."

Jiao Shiniang's face changed slightly, and she forced a smile: "Mr. Huang, then even if I beg you, give me the Kunlun grass and you can give me a price."

Huang Dingbang laughed loudly: "It is impossible to sell. Mrs. Jiao is a flower in Xuancheng, and she has made many men covet her. I, Huang Dingbang, was also one of the many suitors back then. It's a pity that Mrs. Jiao doesn't like me."

He said and looked at Jiao Shiniang with a frivolous look.

"Although I'm older now, the charm is still there and it's more flavorful than before. I still like it so much!"

He said it so openly that everyone present could understand what he meant.

Many people frowned.

These gangsters, who often talk about the morality of the gangs and lakes, are naturally very dissatisfied with this kind of taking advantage of others' danger.

Jiao Shiniang lowered her head and thought.

The old man next to him said in a deep voice: "Shi Niang..."

Jiao Shiniang waved her hand to stop, then bit her lip and said, "Mr. Huang, as long as you are willing to give me the Kunlun Grass, I can do whatever you want."

"Is it really okay to do anything?" Huang Dingbang smiled even more wantonly, "Jiao Shiniang, do you think too highly of yourself? Do you really think you are still the same person you were twenty years ago? You are old and yellow! You are just being disrespectful, and so am I. I don’t want to sleep with you, hahahaha!”

"You..." Jiao Shiniang's face turned red and white.

The old man next to him stood up.

"Uncle Liao!" Jiao Shiniang grabbed him and said to Huang Dingbang, "Mr. Huang, tell me, what on earth do you want to do before you give me Kunlun grass?"

Huang Dingbang smiled evilly and said: "It's very simple. Give me the land of your ancestral graves, and I will give you Kunlun grass. In addition, I will suffer a little loss and stay with you for one night."