Skilled in managing a house

"Wudang Lingtu... Wudang Lingtu..."

In Sun Zhaoyi's room, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel overjoyed after hearing Sun Zhaoyi's suggestion.

He once saw Ye Buli using the Maoshan Spirit Map. Although he only saw Ye Buli using the Maoshan Spirit Map to defend, he didn't know much about the Maoshan Spirit Map at the time, so he didn't know its specific use and power.

Now that Zhang Yu has the Maoshan Spirit Map, after knowing how to use it, he also understands the power of this thing. Maoshan Lingtu is a magical weapon that can be used offensively and defensively, and is very powerful. It just didn't have the effect of a group attack. Because Ye Buli was surrounded by nine skeletons, he could only defend passively and could not fully display the power of the spirit map.

In addition, this spirit map has another disadvantage, that is, it will not cause harm to people, but can only be used against Yin spirits and demons. When fighting someone, it can only be a fairly good defensive weapon.

But this is enough, after all, nothing is perfect in the world.

If you use the spirit map as the signature magic weapon of Wudang Taoist Temple, not only will your disciples be promoted, but Wudang Taoist Temple will become even more powerful. To be precise, it should be a leap.

Sun Zhaoyi nodded with a smile, and then said in an admonishing tone: "Sect Master, although the Wudang Lingtu and the Maoshan Lingtu are not exactly the same, there are differences on the surface, but they are still imitations after all. If the Sect Master uses it at a critical moment, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort, but for the time being It’s best not to use it openly, and don’t pass it on to your disciples right away. It’s better to reveal it at an appropriate time.”

"The right time?" Zhang Yu pondered, and he also understood that his spiritual map was a forgery after all. If the Maoshan sect knew about it, God knows what kind of trouble it would cause. Sometimes, it's better to be careful.

"That's right." Sun Zhaoyi nodded and said.

"I understand." Zhang Yu said solemnly.

The so-called right time is naturally when one's own cultivation level is further improved.

Then he remembered something again and said, "Uncle Taishi, I wonder if you have any clues about the medicine I brought back last time?"

Sun Zhaoyi shook his head slightly and said: "As you analyzed at the time, this medicine is a medicine that can improve your cultivation. But the medicine needs to be mixed with a lot of poisons and even minerals, which is extremely difficult to prepare. Even if a prescription is developed, I'm afraid it won't be completely usable right away. Because it is extremely harmful to the human body, Yangchun Guan's authentic formula requires poppy flower juice to relieve pain. Not only that, I can even foresee that this thing should only be used after reaching a certain level of cultivation. It can only be used by disciples who have insufficient cultivation, I am afraid there will be serious side effects."

"Side effects?" Zhang Yu said in surprise.

"A person's Dantian is used to contain the true energy. It needs to be increased step by step, so that there is an adaptation process in the Dantian. Without this process, the true energy in the Dantian suddenly increases and it is easy to burst the Dantian." Sun Zhaoyi said seriously.

"This..." After hearing this statement, Zhang Yu remembered one thing, that is, he had sucked away the luck of many people in the Ocean Entertainment City, so much so that when the Qi turned into real Qi, he almost burst himself. Dantian.

Therefore, Zhang Yu also understands this truth, everything must be done step by step. If Xiao Jiejie and Fang Tong didn't help at that time, I was afraid that I would have died that night.

"Since this is the case, then we should not take such shortcuts as a Taoist temple, and just follow the steps." Zhang Yu said.

He chatted with Sun Zhaoyi for a while before saying goodbye and leaving the room.

After leaving the room, the battle in the yard was over. Pan Sheng was seen alone in the yard holding a topper. Ouyang Yanyan was gone. She didn't know if she was going to see her pregnant daughter or if she had gone back to her room.

Mr. Pan is now sitting under the camphor tree, with a small table in front of him and tea sets on it, enjoying tea leisurely.

"Hey, camphor tree, do you dare to fan me some air? It's too hot." Mr. Pan said carelessly.

"There is no wind now, how can I fan..." said the camphor tree.

"Please work harder... Who is watering and fertilizing every day... That little vixen spends three days fishing and two days drying nets, and it's not all up to me..." Mr. Pan immediately talked about his contribution. .

"Okay, okay... don't say anything, let me fan you..." After the camphor tree finished speaking, it started to flap its branches with a "swish" sound.

When Zhang Yu saw this, he couldn't help but want to laugh. It seemed that the old man got along well with everyone.

He smiled and said hello, "Old man, I'm having tea."

"Xiao Yu, you're here...come and sit down, cool down, and drink some tea..." Mr. Pan smiled and waved to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu walked over and sat down opposite the old man. Not to mention, the camphor trees fan the wind with just the right amount of force, which makes it quite cool.

Needless to say, the camphor tree has many functions, which is equivalent to an outdoor fan. I don’t know how the old man developed it.

After drinking a cup of tea, the old man said, "Xiao Yu, how are your preparations going?"

"What's the matter..." Zhang Yu asked casually, and then realized, what else could the old man ask? It must be about the decisive battle with the Qi family in the securities market. He followed up and said: "Everything is ready over there, all we have to do is let Qi Wuyao spend a large amount of money to bet on futures."

Zhang Yu also told the old man about Yang Huainian and Jin Aoxiang's strategy, and Pan Chonghai also thought it was feasible.

Zhang Yu thought that Pan Chonghai was just asking out of concern. Unexpectedly, Pan Chonghai said leisurely: "The broken halberd has fallen into the sand, but the iron has not been sold. It will be washed away and recognized by the past. Dongfeng will not be at ease with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun will lock Erqiao deeply."

"Old man, you are of a good nature... He even recited a poem... What do you mean?" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Pan Chonghai already knew that Zhang Yu's cultural level was not high and he had never even read a junior high school textbook. How could he possibly know this poem.

He explained, "This is a poem written by the great poet Du Mu, and its name is Red Cliff. The key to Red Cliff is not Jiang Qian's stealing of books, or some clever scheme, but the east wind. If there is no east wind, then Cao Cao will inevitably follow suit. Go south of the Yangtze River and unify Wu and Yue."

"This..." Zhang Yu now understood what he meant and said, "Old man, are you saying that the key to victory or defeat is not the game set for Qi Wuyao, but something else?"

"In this contest, you are already in an invincible position, so you will naturally not lose. When Qi Wuyao makes a big push, you can just sell the stocks in your hands and make money. But if you want to rely on the chips in your hands, the Qi family will be completely defeated. I'm afraid it's impossible to collapse. At the critical moment, the Qi family will inevitably mobilize spare funds or even borrow money from banks. How many chips can you have to stop the Qi family?" Mr. Pan said.

"I have also heard from Yang Huainian about this. People can make things happen, and at least they can make a lot of money. As for letting the Qi family completely collapse..." Zhang Yu looked at Mr. Pan and said with a smile: "Since the old man When I mention this, I am probably thinking of some good idea."

"Everything is ready, all we need is Dongfeng, and this Dongfeng... I checked for you, it's the Hua family in Zhenbei District." Pan Chonghai said seriously.