Chapter 212 Five Ghosts Bring Wealth

Chapter 212 Five ghosts bring wealth

Tens of thousands of taels of silver is really nothing to the Yang family. It's just a drop in the bucket when it comes to hundreds of thousands of loads of grain.

But if Yang Jiujiu can really become the disciple of Zui Taoist of Cangyun Sect, it will be extraordinary. At least it can guarantee that the Yang family will not decline in the next few hundred years.

Yang Dashan immediately snapped the case and said: "Young Master Ye, are the tens of thousands taels of silver a little short? I will prepare five hundred thousand taels of silver tomorrow. Since Taoist Master Qingfeng likes to drink, I can provide Qiantan of the best Fenjiu every year. ”

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes almost popped out of his head, thinking that the Yang family was not engaged in grain trading, but gold mining, right?

He slapped his thigh and said: "Mr. Yang Dashan is really a cheerful person. Let's discuss the price of my golden nanmu, and then I can write a letter to Master."

Although Ye Xiaochuan is young, he has not been in the black market in Cangyun Mountain for nothing these years. Of course he can figure out the current situation. Yang Dashan is not short of money and wants to send his daughter to Cangyun Sect. Now Even if he sells the golden nanmu as golden wood, Yang Dashan probably won't refuse.

Living in the west wing of the Yang family, with crane velvet, soft brocade, and lavender pillows, Ye Xiaochuan held a stack of banknotes in his arms, a total of ten thousand taels, and was so excited that he fell asleep.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can never forget their fame!

Where are the gods of ancient and modern times? A pile of grass has disappeared in the deserted tombs.

Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten!

In the end, I only regretted that there was not much gathering, and when it was too long, my eyes closed.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife can never forget them!

I express my gratitude to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.

Ye Xiaochuan hummed "The Song of the Immortals" in his mouth. He really couldn't figure out why so many people in the world wanted to enter the deserted mountains and wild ridges to practice Taoism. Not to mention that no one had ever ascended to immortality in the daytime. Even if they could What can I do if I become a god?

Take the Cangyun Sect as an example. There are so many cultivators who are smart young people recruited from all over the world. But in a few decades, how many lucky people will reach the fifth level of air control? Haven't you been a handyman disciple in Cangyun Mountain all your life? For the sake of that illusory dream of immortality, I lived a mediocre life.

Even if a few people succeed in practicing Taoism and live for three to five hundred years, so what? Aren’t you destined to die alone? Either they become monks, nuns, or Taoists, or they remain bachelors for the rest of their lives. In the world of cultivation, perhaps less than 10% of them can truly find a happy marriage.

Senior Situ Feng said that only by practicing necromancy, digging out people's hearts to become zombies, cutting off love, and killing the world can they achieve immortality. It's so boring.

Ye Xiaochuan does not have the ambition to achieve immortality. His dream is to be like Yang Dashan, sitting on a mountain of gold and silver that can never be spent, and enjoying a hundred years of life as he pleases. Wouldn't it be happy?

It was late at night, and Ye Xiaochuan still didn't feel sleepy at all with the 10,000 taels of silver notes in his arms. He wrote a letter of recommendation. Even if the old alcoholic master didn't want to accept Yang Jiu as his disciple, he had been worshiping him in the Yang family for hundreds of years. For the sake of his own portrait, Yang Jiu will not be driven out of Cangyun. This is enough.

Regarding the relationship between his old alcoholic master and the Yang family, Ye Xiaochuan found it funny when he thought about it. Hundreds of years ago, he accidentally saved a poor man who fell into the water. Hundreds of years later, the descendants of that poor man were already in Jiangnan. He was a famous merchant in the area, and he happened to bump into him. This was the time to make a fortune.

Just as Ye Xiaochuan was scratching his stomach and wondering if there was any way to scrape off a layer of oil and water from Yang Dashan's body, Yun Yazi said slowly to Yun Qiyou in the pavilion in the pine forest outside the city: "In recent times, Just follow me."

There was a trace of doubt on Yun Qiyou's beautiful face, a little puzzled.

Yun Yazi said: "I met an expert in Xifeng City a while ago. I don't admire many people in my life, only three and a half. That expert counts me as one of the people I admire. I wander around the world. For hundreds of years, I have lived the life of idle clouds and wild cranes. Now that I am older, I have lost the competitive spirit of young people. He has a successor, and I also want to find a successor. In the future, you will have a chance to win against that expert. Disciple, even if my soul enters the ghost world after death, I will still laugh out loud."

Yun Qiyou quickly knelt down and said, "Master, uncle, this disciple already has a master."

Yun Yazi waved his hand and said: "I didn't say I would accept you as a disciple, I just taught you some Cangyun Taoism. This is a small game between me and that master."

After saying that, Yun Yazi rolled his eyes and said, "You are here to find Ye Xiaochuan, right? Ye Xiaochuan must have stolen a lot of money from Rich Master Yang now. Should we do another robbery on the way?"

Yun Qiyou's pale face suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and his face seemed to be a little red.

She said: "Uncle Master, you... know..."

Yun Yazi said with a smile: "I also came from Xifeng City. I know more or less that the three Fengchen heroes specialize in robbing the male and female heroes. I can't bear to see this kid getting rich. Tonight I will teach you how to make a fortune. The Sixth Generation Master Tianhong Zhenren created the Six Ding Renjia and Five Ghost Moving Techniques, which can move the money from that brat Ye Xiaochuan into his own pocket without anyone noticing!"

I saw Yun Yazi taking out five tawny talismans from his arms. The talismans were painted with cinnabar and unique Taoist ink urns and alchemy graphics.

As Yun Yazi recited an obscure spell, the five talismans disappeared out of thin air.

When it was almost dawn, Ye Xiaochuan finally felt tired. When he was half asleep and half awake, a night breeze suddenly blew in from the window, and a light coolness swept over his body.

He turned over comfortably on the brocade couch, but at this moment, the Changsheng Jue hanging around his neck suddenly trembled slightly, as if awakened by some power.

Ye Xiaochuan opened his eyes slightly, and saw black streams of light slowly flowing in the room. Looking carefully, these black streams of light were actually emitted from the jade on his neck, and his face suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a dry and pale hand stretched out from the darkness. The hand was as fast as lightning. Before Ye Xiaochuan could react, the pale hand actually took out a stack of silver bills from his clothes that he had exchanged for reselling nanmu.

"Who is it! Dare to steal my money!"

Ye Xiaochuan was not an ordinary person. He flipped down from the brocade couch with a carp jump, and the Wufeng sword was instantly unsheathed, slashing at the shadow with one sword.

Unexpectedly, after the figure was split by his sword, it turned into five pale ghosts, laughing strangely at him, and each of the five ghosts was holding a stack of banknotes.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have time to think about it, and his true power surged, and the dark green sword energy rushed out, angrily saying: "Dare to steal my money, I will beat you to death!"

The five ghosts screamed and spun on the spot, and a stream of white gas rose up, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ye Xiaochuan keenly sensed the direction in which they fled, and directly broke through the window and chased out with a sword, but when he chased outside the house, he could no longer feel the five ghosts.

"Six Ding Ren Jia, five ghosts bring wealth? How is it possible! This is the Taoist magic of our Cangyun Sect, which has been lost for at least a thousand years! How can it appear here!"