Today I hold the world

"A gentleman is not fasting, not sick. He stays inside day and night... Hey, he is dying. How can there be someone in my family who is dying~"

The seven children in the audience were of different ages, and several of them had already fallen asleep on their stomachs. When they heard Mr. Zhong’s voice in the hall suddenly disappear, they raised their heads one after another. Doubtful inquiry.

After a long time, Zhong Ziyan came back to his senses, turned around and said to the students: "This "Funeral Ritual" is too far away for you, so I won't talk about it. At the end of today, I will test your questions about friends~"

Hearing that Mr. Zhong wanted to question them, all these children felt as if they were going to test their concubines.

"Let's start with Shen Xiong. What are the three friends who benefit and the three friends who lose?"

The fat-faced Shen Xiong in the last row is nine years old and the oldest among the group of children. When Mr. Zhong asked him the first question, he stood up with a sad face.

"Three friends who benefit, those who gain... lose..."

Shen Xiong faltered, sweated profusely, but couldn't answer a single word.

Zhong Ziyan lamented, this little fat man is really not a piece of material, but fortunately he doesn't expect him to learn well, so he said, "Sit down."

"Shen Ying, tell me!"

Sitting next to Shen Xiong was his compatriot brother Shen Ying, who was born only half an incense stick later than him. When Mr. Zhong asked him, he stood up unhurriedly, and said catchyly:

"Friendship is straight, friendship is forgiving, friendship is rich, and it is beneficial. Friendship is gentle, friendship is gentle, friendship is sycophantic, and it is harmful~"

Although Shen Ying was as thin as a stick, her eyes were full of vitality, and she answered Zhong Ziyan's questions in a clear and orderly manner.

I don't know if it's because Shen Xiong took away Shen Ying's functions in the mother's womb. One of the two brothers is as fat as a round clock and the other is as thin as a dead wood. They were born like this, and their parents died early. He starved to death at one o'clock, but fortunately he was rescued in time.

"Good answer, let's stop here today~"

After Zhong Ziyan finished speaking, the eight children stood up and saluted as teachers, and then ran out of the hall to play.

Seeing that Shen Ying seemed to have something to say, Zhong Ziyan walked over and asked, "Ying'er, do you have something on your mind?"

Shen Ying hesitated for a moment, and the fingers of the small hands under the thin arms turned to each other, with unwilling eyes, and asked:

"Sir, will I never be able to learn spells like Zong Boss?"

Whether or not to have a spiritual root is doomed from the moment of birth, and Zhong Ziyan can't change it. Facing Shen Ying's unwillingness to ask, he can only stare silently without saying a word.

The hall was silent, and after a few breaths, Shen Ying gradually lost her mind and bowed her head in silence.

Zhong Ziyan patted Shen Ying's head, and comforted him, "It's just that I can't practice for the time being. When I find a way in the future, I will definitely let you embark on this path."

Shen Ying raised her head suddenly, hope flashed in her eyes, she nodded solemnly, and ran out of the hall.

As long as there is a little hope, this child will not give up easily. Zhong Ziyan stayed alone in the hall, and said helplessly in his heart, "Since you can't practice, why don't you practice martial arts with your grandpa Liang? When you grow up, get married and have children, and enjoy the short and shining life of ordinary people , and finally passed away, it is not in vain to come here~"

As the setting sun finally set, Zhong Ziyan walked slowly back to the cave, picked up the volume [Xuanxing True Explanation] and devoted himself to enlightenment.

******

The sun and the moon alternate, time flies, and it is August 26 in the blink of an eye.

As the last summer rain of this year falls, the feeling of autumn is stronger, and the cool breeze is already blowing on Duanshui Cliff.

In the main hall of Chilongmen, Jian Yong and Zhong Ziyan repeatedly counted the bills of the warehouse for the past two months.

"In mid-July, Xiling Dao received 36 first-order middle-grade spirit stones, two pieces of [Cracked Gopher Skin], four catties of [Jade Cat Litter], and a pair of [Grey Bristle Pig Teeth]..."

"On the same day, two hundred and one-level middle-grade spirit stones were collected in the Black Prison Pavilion in Huaiyinfang."

...

"In mid-August, Xiling Dao received 45 first-order middle-grade spirit stones, one piece of [Sable Fur], eight pieces of [Chung-Ear Fish], and nine plants of [Cress Grass]..."

"On the same day, two hundred and one-level middle-grade spirit stones were collected in the Black Prison Pavilion in Huaiyinfang."

...

"As for Lingtian... uh, I haven't harvested it yet~"

After reading the account book for the last time, Jian Yong said to Zhong Ziyan: "Sister Han, should I stop?"

Thinking of Han Qin, Zhong Ziyan's head gets dizzy. This senior sister took the task of planting spiritual fields with great enthusiasm earlier. In two months, not only did she not cultivate a usable spiritual grass and rice, but she also built hundreds of steps. Low-grade spirit stone.

"...Give her another ten days, if she still doesn't get anything, then change someone else!" Zhong Ziyan pondered for a while before saying this.

There is no way, the daily consumption of spirit stones is more than ten times Han Qin's salary, how can she be allowed to continue messing around, for this matter, Zhong Ziyan recently searched the rest of the same family to try to cultivate, and determined two suitable people, Regardless of whether Han Qin can harvest in ten days, those two fellow students must join in the cultivation of the Lingtian.

"Xiling Road collects so many monster materials every month, why don't we directly sell spirit stones in the future?" Zhong Ziyan asked Jian Yong for his opinion.

Jian Yong seemed to have thought about it a long time ago, "This is not a bad thing. There are a lot of materials, spirit grass and sundries every month. Our family can open a small shop in Shanghe City by saving half a year. Don't worry about it not being big!"

After being reminded, Zhong Ziyan thought for a while, and praised: "Senior Brother Jian has far-sightedness and foresight, which has to be admired."

Jian Yong waved his hands and responded with a smile, "The head is absurdly praised", and then said:

"Don't look at the current monthly income of Xiling Road is not as much as selling [Shaqi Beads], there are many business roads among them, the conversations between the guests are mixed with some precious information, the prey harvested by the casual cultivators who went down the mountain, and the people from Huaiyin Square in Shanghe City. The list of material requirements can all be used in series, and spirit stones can be obtained through buying and selling~"

Regarding how to do business, Jian Yong is simply a natural talent, Zhong Ziyan nodded frequently to what Jian Yong said, like a chicken pecking at rice.

The two were talking happily, Tong Tai walked into the hall, a pair of cross-eyed saw Zhong Ziyan, walked in quickly, handed out the golden post in his hand, and said:

"Master, a monk outside the cliff sent an invitation card. He is a disciple of Changsu Sect. He has not left yet."

Zhong Ziyan took it and opened it to see that it was written by Master Su himself, inviting Chilongmen to participate in the 'Chongyang Hunting Banquet'.

The 'Chongyang Hunting Banquet' is actually the September [-]th Demon Hunting Conference. Posting this invitation post is considered a formal invitation, but in fact, Su Zheng and Tao Fang had vaguely gathered at the Demon Hunting Conference as early as a few months ago.

After Zhong Ziyan read it, he handed the golden post to Jian Yong. After a while, Jian Yong took out a bag of spirit stones and confessed:

"Junior Brother Tong, take this bag of spirit stones and give it to fellow Taoist Changsu outside the cliff, and say 'a little care'. After he accepts it, tell him that the head of our family has known about it, and he will definitely participate at that time."

Zhong Ziyan watched Tong Tai walk out of the hall quickly with the bag of spirit stones, and said:

"Although there are many benefits to this hunting banquet, there are also many risks. We need to discuss it carefully within the sect."

"But Patriarch Tao hasn't returned yet, won't our family miss the important event of the head of Su?" Jian Yong flashed a trace of worry. This is the first cooperation between the two sects, and it needs careful planning in advance.

Regarding Tao Fangyin's return date, although Zhong Ziyan was worried, he didn't show it on his face, and only said that in the next few days, he asked people to discuss it together.

For three days in a row, the Great Hall of the Red Dragon Gate was extremely lively, and the discussions were all about the abilities of the fellow sects. Those who were evenly matched were drawn out to compete, and those who were recognized by everyone naturally did not need to show their strength, and they were put on the list of the monster hunting conference early.

At noon, a silver-haired old man in a red robe stood outside the Duanshui Cliff formation, although his expression was tired but his smile remained undiminished. Behind him stood a four or five-year-old child, whose eyes rolled like ghosts.

"Xuan'er, you're home~"