Ye Yongsheng before getting the green skin gourd... He is a lowest-level casual cultivator, so his life is not much different from the life of ordinary people. At this time, he was already a monk in the Jindan period, and when he revisited the life of ordinary people, he had another feeling.

The two followed behind a caravan, pretending to be the husband of a relative, but they got along quite harmoniously with this caravan. The caravan was to sell a special product of the local sea, the silvereye fish, to the Golden Wolf Sect. Although this silvereye does not contain any spiritual power in it, it is extremely delicious. The inner disciples and elite protégés of the Golden Wolf Sect are not enough, and many outer protégés are drowning in their mouths because their cultivation is hopeless, and they have a great demand for this silvereye fish. The people in this caravan loaded the silvereye fish in a huge clay jar made by special techniques, and then transported it all the way to the Golden Wolf Sect, and the profit could probably reach two or three times, which was also extremely rich.

Although it was quick for the monk to deliver the cogseye himself, the cogseye had to be fresh to be tasty, and it would not taste good to send them back after they died, so the business was left to ordinary caravans. The distance of this trip is thousands of miles, and specially domesticated mules and horses can arrive in more than ten days. Ye Yongsheng traveled with Nalan Mingmei for a few days, then bought two healthy horses and rode them slowly and leisurely, which was quite comfortable.

On the northern grassland, the Golden Wolf Sect was originally dominant, and there were many scattered cultivators scattered around. In the past, the strongest person in these scattered cultivation sides was Xia Xihua, a sword cultivator. Now that Xia Xihua is a stranger, there is nothing worth mentioning in the rest of the casual cultivation.

However, this so-called is not worth mentioning, but for Ye Yongsheng. For this caravan, a casual cultivator in the foundation building period would be enough to make all the gains they had gained from this trip come to naught. Therefore, the leader of the caravan also spent spirit stones and hired a loose cultivator in the early days of foundation building as a guard.

Of course, this loose cultivator also belongs to a monk similar to Ye Yongsheng before obtaining the green skin gourd, and it is a three-no monk who has poor spiritual roots in the exercises.

In the entire caravan, there were dozens of fellows. These guys are all ordinary fists and feet,

Ordinary people who don't have any spiritual roots have no other characteristics except for being physically strong. But it was Ye Yongsheng, the leader of the caravan, who observed in the dark, and realized that there was a cultivation of the Qi Cultivation Layer at this time, but he covered it up very well, and it was difficult for ordinary people to show it.

The leader of the caravan was called Shang Ping, and he didn't know that Ye Yongsheng had already seen his secrets, and he was happily wandering around every day, directing the men to work, like a pure businessman.

Ye Yongsheng naturally wouldn't have nothing to do to expose other people's secrets. He and Nalan Mingmei look at the scenery every day, chat, and eat the food from the village on the road. After a long time, the two of them have the illusion that they have become ordinary people seriously.

After three or four days, the caravan was on its way and met another man who asked to go with him.

That person was a middle-aged man in his forties who was similar to Ye Yongsheng, but the meaning of the distant old age in that person's eyes was much deeper than that of Ye Yongsheng.

Shang Ping tried a few words, and then decided that this person was just an ordinary passerby, so he didn't care much, accepted a little loose silver from the middle-aged man, and gave him a batch of healthy horses for him to ride.

The middle-aged man rode at the end of the marching team, walking side by side with Ye Yongsheng.

Ye Yongsheng was secretly taken aback when he saw this person. Under the eyes of Zhaoyu, he couldn't detect this person's cultivation, but this person clearly had a vague spiritual power fluctuation, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

So Ye Changzhi secretly paid attention to the middle-aged man, and after a long time, he stepped forward to talk to him.

The middle-aged man claimed to be called Lin Shuangzhuan and went to the Golden Wolf Sect in order to join his brother who was working as a buddy in the spirit grass shop over there. This reason is as vulgar as Ye Yongsheng's, Ye Yongsheng is even more suspicious in his heart, and the darkness tells Nalan Mingmei about his measurements.

It's no wonder that Ye Yongsheng is suspicious, no matter how you look at it, Shang Ping's caravan doesn't have anything worthy of others' attention. It is estimated that the biggest extraordinary thing about this caravan is that there are Ye Yongsheng and Ye Yongsheng in it. Therefore, Lin Shuangling's presentation is really a little too weird.

The calm journey lasted for three or four days, and on the eighth day after Ye Yongsheng stepped on land, when everyone had just begun to come out in the early morning, the sky was flickering, and two figures flashed and landed in front of the caravan. They were two cold-faced monks dressed in strong suits and carrying snake spears on their backs. Judging from the fact that they were able to fly freely, they were at least the cultivation of the Jindan stage. For Shang Pinglai, the monks in the foundation building period are extremely difficult to match, let alone the Jindan period.

So he was shocked in his heart, stepped forward with a smile on his face, and asked: "Two immortal elders, I don't know, what can Lao Er do for the two of you?" ”

The tall cold-faced monk on the left said coldly, "Recently, have you seen a young man?" and his palm shook, and a portrait shook out of his hand, which was a rather British man, looking twenty-six or seven, with a humble smile on his face.

Shang Ping looked at the image carefully, and finally said affirmatively: "Yes, I haven't seen this person." ”

The tall monk's gaze turned, and those who were stared at by him lowered their heads and shook their heads to imply that they didn't know.

Ye Yongsheng and Nalan Mingmei's divine sense far surpassed these two, so it was easy to pretend to be ordinary people, and the door was mixed. The middle-aged man, Lin Shuangshui, glanced at the tall monk in a daze, and shook his head blankly.

The short cold-faced monk on the right had eyes like lightning, and his expression was colder than that of the tall monk, but he observed carefully for a long time, and he didn't find anything unusual, so the two looked at each other, and they didn't pay attention to Shang Ping, who was flattering, and his mind moved, so he rushed to the sky and disappeared into the distance.

In the eyes of the shadows, Ye Yongsheng clearly felt that when the two left, Lin Shuangzhuo's slightly accelerated blood flow eased again.

When the figures of the two disappeared into the sky, Shang Ping breathed a long sigh of relief, and then ordered the infantry team to continue to move forward.

Around noon, the sky flashed again, and a Jindan monk had already fallen to the ground, blocking the caravan's path again.

Subsequently, the Jindan monk also shook out a portrait of a young man and asked Shang Ping if he had seen this person.

The commodity's heart was already a little flustered, and he shook his head desperately when he heard the words, implying that he had never seen it.

Over the next three or four days, the caravan encountered a dozen groups of people. There are more than six or seven of these people, and there is as little as one, and the cultivation is at least in the early stage of Jindan. Their purpose is the unknown youth.

Ye Yongsheng said in the dark, and said, "Did this guy steal some treasure and then escape, which caused such a big trouble." ”

Because he secretly observed the monks who came to inquire, now these monks are next to them, most of them are scattered cultivators in Saibei, and there are also monks from the Golden Wolf Sect and monks from some sects in the south of Saibei, if it weren't for some strange treasures, they would definitely not let so many people go out at the same time.

And the middle-aged man Lin Shuangshuo's face became worse and worse, and in the end, he simply called himself sick, gave Shang Ping some silver, and then sat directly on the side of the carriage, sleeping soundly, not talking to anyone.

On the thirteenth day, early in the morning, when Shang Ping was directing the men to prepare to hurry, dozens of streamers slashed steeply from the sky... and landed at the place of the caravan.

Shang Ping, who was outside the carriage, and Lin Shuanglun in the carriage, changed their faces together, Shang Ping swallowed hard, and wanted to step forward, but he really didn't dare.

Dozens of Jindan Stage Cultivators appeared at the same time, and the impact on a Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivator like him was too huge. In the first half of his life, perhaps he never imagined that one day he would directly face so many Jindan stage monks.

Ye Yongsheng was among these people, but he saw an acquaintance, Ye Xia Qiu Cicada.

The situation of the autumn cicada under the leaves does not seem to be very good, the spiritual power fluctuations on the body are extremely obscure, and the face is simply moved, and the original melon seed face is made into a big round face, which at first glance looks like a white cake.

If it weren't for Ye Yongsheng remembering the fluctuating characteristics of his divine sense, there was really no way to recognize him.

I saw that where these Jindan period monks fell, they faintly gathered the caravan together. Then, a monk from the late stage of Jindan came over with an anxious face, waved his hand at Shang Ping, and said, "Son, come here!"

Shang Ping, who was already more than fifty people, was shouted by him like this, but he ran over and said, "Zi has seen his predecessors, I don't know what Zi can serve his predecessors?"

The monk waved his hand impatiently and said, "How many people are there here, do you know all the origins?"

Before he spoke, the rest of the monks had already made their own treasures, and their eyes were full of murder.

Shang Ping's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look at the back of the team, and then said: "The guys below are all old guys who have been around for more than ten years, and they are absolutely reliable. However, on the way, three strangers asked to go with us. ”

The monk's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "Oh, which three?"

Shang Ping sighed darkly, and said: "Brother Liu Yidao, my old merchant can't protect himself, so I can only help it." ”

Ye Yongsheng's pseudonym for Shangping Bao is Liu Yidao.

Then, Shang Ping pointed to Ye Yongsheng and the others, and then pointed to the carriage where Lin Shuangquan was accommodating, and said, "It's them."

The monk put his hands behind his back and said loudly: "Lin Liedang, he is also a man, so don't do that sneaky thing, and come out honestly." As long as you hand over the tools of theft, I will call the shots, and let you go.

His gaze kept scanning over Ye Yongsheng and the carriage.

Ye Yongsheng glanced at Nalan Mingmei helplessly, and sighed: "It seems that the leisurely days can't go on."