Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The autumn wind and autumn rain are cold and depressing, and they stop and fall, which is not refreshing at all.

Fang Qingyuan looked into the distance, and as far as he could see, the distant mountains were soaked in fine mist and rain, making it difficult to see clearly.

At this time, the words in his ears brought his thoughts back:

"Master Fang Xian, my Zhan Yuan died innocently. The Beast Control Sect cannot just let it go."

Fang Qingyuan had a dull face and tried his best to comfort:

"The Wei family has realized their mistake. This is the apology they sent. I looked at it and it is enough for your family to train three Qi Refining monks. Also, although Senior Brother Zhan Yuan is no longer here, his position is still left to As for your family, you can decide among yourselves who will go to another courtyard with me."

As soon as these words came out, the people around him stopped looking for justice from Fang Qingyuan. Instead, they started arguing over who deserved to go to Tianshan Villa.

Listening to everyone's quarrel, Fang Qingyuan sighed and began to look into the distance again.

After leaving Dazhou Academy that day, Fang Qingyuan wanted to start a money-making business, but unfortunately, things didn't work out. Before Fang Qingyuan could take action, he was ordered around.

A dozen monks died in Tianshan Villa at once, including two foundation-building monks. The turmoil caused after that would not dissipate in a short while.

Apart from anything else, it will take a month or two to take care of the funeral arrangements for these monks.

It takes ten days and a half for a Qi Refining monk to attend a funeral, forty-nine days for a Foundation-Building monk, and even longer for a Golden Pill monk. It has to be ninety-nine days.

It has been almost a month. During these days, Fang Qingyuan has been busy receiving guests, returning gifts and appeasing the clansmen of the dead monks.

Not only Fang Qingyuan himself, but also the disciples in other courtyards, no one can escape.

After working hard for a long time, after banqueting guests from surrounding families and completing the funeral, Fang Qingyuan received the task of sending the body of deceased senior brother Zhan Yuan home.

People are bound to die, and they must eventually return to their roots.

Senior Brother Zhanyuan was originally the proud son of this family, but who could have expected that he would also encounter unexpected disasters in other courtyards.

That day, under Wei Tong's measuring ruler, just a ray of light swept across, and a family's hope was shattered.

Listening to everyone arguing, Fang Qingyuan became impatient, turned around and climbed on the back of the camel ray, flying into the sky, leaving only one sentence:

"Give me an answer in three days, otherwise you can go to Tianshan Courtyard by yourself."

Ignoring everyone below, Fang Qingyuan stepped on the camel ray and rushed into the autumn rain.

The autumn rain couldn't stop for a moment, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the camel ray, letting him have fun all over the sky.

The camel ray is an aquatic spirit animal and loves water by nature. The autumn rain in the sky is an excellent and comfortable environment for it.

The rainwater hit Fang Qingyuan, but it was blocked by the Taoist robe on his body. Although the Taoist robe on his body was only of the first level, it was engraved with the [Wind Shield] and [Wen Yang] talismans.

Not only can it completely isolate the drizzle, but it can also keep your body warm as spring at all times.

It's a pity that it doesn't have much protective power. It can't withstand a blow from a monk's magic weapon of the same level, so it's not a good robe.

For a truly top-quality Taoist robe, comfort is only the most basic function, and protection is the only factor that verifies the quality of a Taoist robe.

It's just that kind of Taoist robe. Now Fang Qingyuan can only think about it. If you are not really rich, you can't afford it.

Putting aside these thoughts, Fang Qingyuan signaled the camel ray under him to stop having fun. He found the direction and started flying towards Heihefang.

The Zhanyuan family is a small family near Tianmen Mountain. It is not that far from here to Heihefang. Camel Ray only flew for an hour and had already arrived at Heihefang.

Looking at the slightly crude market in front of him, Fang Qingyuan placed the camel beast and walked inside with a familiarity.

"Lao Fan, how did the red lotus fruit sell last time?"

The monk inside was surprised when he heard Fang Qingyuan's question, and then asked in a low voice:

"Boy Fang, are you alright at Tianshan Villa? I heard that there was a fight with the Wei family, and even Da Zhou Academy was called down."

Fang Qingyuan grinned, with a chill inside. Looking at Lao Fan's expression, he knew that he couldn't do it without saying a few words, so he said:

"It's all a misunderstanding. Now the two families have reconciled. Please stop asking about this matter."

Lao Fan trembled and was a little frightened. He calmed down for a moment before forcing a smile and said:

"Okay, don't ask, I won't ask. The red lotus fruit sold well last time, but it's gone now. Why, you have it in stock again?"

Fang Qingyuan nodded and stretched out three fingers:

"Three hundred fruits, can you eat them?"

Old Fan muttered, but he gritted his teeth and said:

"It's just three hundred pieces. They were sold out in half a day. I want them."

Seeing Lao Fan agreeing, Fang Qingyuan laughed, stretched out his hand and said:

"Give me the spirit stones first, three hundred fruits, a total of seventy-five spirit stones."

Lao Fan waved his hand to open Fang Qingyuan, glanced at him and said:

"Come here, I didn't see the fruit. Who gave you the spiritual stone? Where is the fruit? Take me there quickly."

Fang Qingyuan was not angry when his palms were opened. He turned around and left a sentence:

"At the dock, do you want to call a few more people? You can't hold three hundred fruits by yourself."

Seeing Fang Qingyuan go out, Old Fan wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he still called someone and followed Fang Qingyuan to the dock.

After Lao Fan handed over the seventy-five spirit stones to Fang Qingyuan with heartache, Fang Qingyuan began to calculate how much he could earn this time.

These 300 fruits were hard-won. Fang Qingyuan helped the casual cultivator He a handful before. Later, Zhao Eulian and Lechuan surrounded Tianmen Mountain to fight, and the patrol team from Tianmenshanfang City withdrew to the mountain gate.

The casual cultivators like Lao He were left unattended and they all took the opportunity to run away. Most of the casual cultivators scattered all over the place and never dared to return to Tianmen Mountain.

But Lao He had been here for nearly twenty years and was reluctant to part with half of his life's wealth, so he had no choice but to come back.

After that, the arrival of Dazhou Academy completely stabilized Lao He's heart, and he continued to set up a stall to sell spiritual fruits.

Regarding what happened before, Lao He was like a normal person. He has experienced a lot over the years.

This time when Fang Qingyuan found him, Lao He didn't say anything, just pieced together things and made three hundred red lotus fruits. Even though Fang Qingyuan only paid a deposit, he didn't complain at all.

The cost of Fang Qingyuan's three hundred fruits was fifty spiritual stones. Now when he changed hands, he got twenty-five spiritual stones. This time he made a big profit.

Holding back his joy, he bid farewell to Lao Fan, then came to the Heihefang Pier and started soliciting customers.

Although I just made a big profit, I can't abandon my old profession. A monk is a spiritual stone, so I can't let it go.

"We are going to Tianmen Mountain. There are still a few people left. One spiritual stone per trip. Individual travelers can come and go as they please. Hurry up and set off immediately."

Fang Qingyuan started shouting, but perhaps because of the weather, Fang Qingyuan waited for a long time before he got a guest.

Seeing that it was already getting late, Fang Qingyuan had no choice but to drag his only guest onto the Camel Ray and fly towards Tianmen Mountain despite the autumn rain.