mtl008 Chapter 217 Si He’s Plan
Chapter 217 Si He’s Plan
Chapter 217 Si He's Plan
Fifty thousand spirit stones?
At Si He's consumption rate, he couldn't afford it without 100,000 spirit stones a year.
But damn... Songshanfang Xueyilou only makes 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in profit a year!
Zhao Qing's eyes flickered as he looked at Si Xiaohe, who was acting so confidently in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.
The female puppet remained silent, staring at him with her watery peach blossom eyes...
After staring at each other for a long time, Zhao Qing pondered and said, "So, it's almost winter now."
"I'll give you an advance of next year's spiritual stones. You can decide how to use them yourself."
Si He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How many spirit stones?"
Zhao Qing: ...
He suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision. This woman didn't even hear the second half of his words...
Zhao Qing smiled bitterly, "One hundred thousand spirit stones, will it take until the end of next year?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on the puppet woman's pretty face.
She tilted her beautiful eyes slightly to look into the distance, and curled her cherry lips slightly...
"Just give it a try!"
After a brief pause, Si He turned and said, "Hanbing Valley is recruiting disciples tomorrow. Shall we go and take a look?"
have a look?
Zhao Qing examined the glint in the woman's eyes and nodded gently, saying, "Then stay in Qingquan County for a day."
He knew in his heart that Si He's trip to the Ice Valley had nothing important to do, and he was just joining in the fun...
But I can accompany her here for a while, and then go home after Xiaohe continues her travels.
……
A while later, in a training inn in Qingquan County, the two stood side by side, standing in front of the window and silently watching the dead leaves falling in the wind outside the window.
The woman beside him stood quietly, with a hint of excitement on her face, and remained silent.
However, the Yin Hua in Zhao Qing's mind rippled from time to time, and words came through his thoughts... This feeling was very strange.
"After the Ice Valley occupied Qingquan County, they have been collecting miscellaneous labor every year. It seems that they are going to open a market outside the sect."
Zhao Qing nodded slightly and silently said in his heart: "Once the market in Hanbing Valley opens, it will definitely attract more cultivators to gather. Even people from Li Country will come across the desert."
Si He chuckled and said, "Qianyuan Palace already has a market. Qin Chuxin is trying to take the entire Northern Desert into his arms."
Qianyuan Palace and Hanbing Valley are actually Qin Chuxin's sects, and all the disciples of Yujing know this.
As early as the Blood Robe Assessment, Zhao Qing discovered this, that Situ Jing was a disciple of the Ice Valley... and also a disciple of Qin Chuxin.
But...what does this have to do with us?
Zhao Qing said this in his heart.
Qin Chuxin continued to expand the sect, just to gather more resources...
Si He's pretty face with white hair appeared in her mind, and she chuckled and said, "Don't you have any ideas at all?"
Any ideas I should have?
Founding a new school? Leaving a legacy?
Am I worthy?
Si He frowned slightly. "You wouldn't necessarily want to found a new sect, but if you do all the trivial things yourself, how far can you go?"
"Relying on the profits from Blood Robe and alchemy may be enough to support you all to cultivate to the Golden Core Realm, but what about after that?"
"Have you ever thought about..."
Zhao Qing frowned slightly. He still felt it was too early to talk about this.
Moreover, even if his entire family reached the Golden Core realm in the future, he would never consider establishing a sect. He was already too busy with his own family affairs to care about others.
Shuyue and Qinghuan were originally from a humble family, content with a peaceful life. My aunt, who was from the Zhou family of the Duke's Mansion, had long since grown tired of the strictures of her clan...
At this moment, Zhao Qing slightly side-glanced and stared at the pair of peach blossom eyes in front of him.
Suddenly I realized that Si He is an extremely special existence, different from everyone else.
Even though Hong Ning has a huge amount of resources to contribute, he may just want to get a glimpse of the mystery of spiritual practice and travel around the world in pursuit of longevity.
However, Si He did not have too many expectations for spiritual practice and immortality.
This high priest of Siyou Nation, this god born from the Mountain and Sea Realm, never considered establishing a sect or vying for supremacy in the world...
But she needs people, she needs a vast territory, she needs vast mountains and rivers, she needs endless incense and vows... she needs true freedom.
The god imprisoned in Shouyun Mountain needs a kingdom and people that belong to her. She needs to bring her divinity down to the world and descend to the mortal world with the power of incense and vows.
Si He frowned slightly and said softly, "Only when you have your own power can you be considered to have a foundation. Otherwise, even if you become a blood son, you are just floating in the wind."
Zhao Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "With my strength at the Foundation Establishment stage, I can't protect too many cultivators."
"Cultivator?"
Si He was obviously a little surprised. She asked in confusion, "Why are you protecting the monks?"
Hearing this, Zhao Qing was also a little surprised.
Did I misunderstand something?
Si Xiaohe's delicate little hand reached over and pulled him onto the soft couch, and the two of them sat cross-legged facing each other.
Zhao Qing's eyes swept across the peaks and mountains that were shaking from time to time in front of him, and he was distracted for a moment.
I only heard a gentle narration in my ears: "How do you think you will establish a country in the future?"
"Single-handedly, taking on the vast mountains and rivers?"
Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained silent as Si He continued to speak.
During the past two months of traveling, Si Xiaohe has obviously developed his own ideas... He is no longer the autistic patient who can only rely on his own thoughts.
At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in the woman's peach blossom eyes.
She smiled and said, "I have an immature idea..."
"what idea?"
The woman leaned sideways, using her white wrist to support her chin, and was brewing words.
Zhao Qing followed his gaze, this was the place that made him most comfortable. Si He didn't drink tea, and he wouldn't look for teacups or teapots before speaking.
But... she has to open a can of ice cola before drawing a card. I don’t know where she learned this habit.
Si He said softly, "The Bodhi Tower gathers incense and prayers from all over the world, and the statues of gods and Buddhas appear and transform."
"And the Cuiyuan lineage that remains in the Huanyu Pavilion in Yongning Prefecture is spread across the villages, towns, and markets, watching every move here."
"Then can I also... start from a village and cultivate some people in this world?"
Zhao Qing's eyes flickered.
He whispered, "You mean to replace the Hebo statue in Lanxian Town with yours?"
Si He:......
She opened her cherry lips slightly to refute, but after hesitating for a long time...
"That's what it means."
“But having an incense container without the power of the incense is useless.”
Zhao Qing nodded again: "Do we have to ask Huang Xuejiu, Bu Niang, Qin Lian... people to burn incense for you?"
"No problem, leave it to me!" he interrupted with a smile.
However, at this moment Zhao Qing already understood Si He's true meaning.
She wanted to leave a trace of Si You in this mundane world... To put it simply, she wanted to trick people into burning incense for her.
It just requires sincerity.
Si He nodded gently and said thoughtfully, "I plan to raise the first statue in a village first, and then benefit the people. Then, word of mouth will spread in the ordinary towns."
"So, expand to one town and one county, ten towns and ten counties, one city and one county, ten cities and ten counties..."
"Until the whole world is filled with our people."
Well... ideals are very fulfilling.
Zhao Qing said softly, "The question now is, how can you convince others to believe in your...wild god temple?"
The woman's beautiful eyes fluttered as she smiled and said, "Let's find a remote and desolate place with no cultivators. Use this foundation-building puppet, supplemented by various elixir talismans and formations, to manifest miracles."
"Although I can't guarantee them good weather, good harvests, or children, or blessings."
"But it is still possible to live a stable life, free from disasters and misfortunes."
A hint of excitement appeared on Si He's pretty face as she continued, "These people...before the statue...whatever they asked for was granted, and they will naturally become our Si You people."
"Then spread the word by word of mouth, and in this way, gather the incense of several cities. Then, I can show some of my Shinto skills outside of Shouyun Mountain and protect more people."
"Until I manifest my true Shinto body into the world, the seal of Shouyun Mountain will no longer bind me."
The woman chuckled and said, "If the incense and the power of the vows are sufficient, it may not be impossible to establish a Shinto dynasty. By then, you, Zhao Qing, will be the ruler of Siyou Kingdom!"
"How about I serve you tea?"
Zhao Qing: ...
Okay, okay, stop bragging.
"Just tell me, how much pocket money do you want?"
Si He's eyes curved: "Add another fifty thousand, a total of one hundred and fifty thousand."
Without saying a word, Zhao Qing took out 1,500 medium-grade spirit stones and poured them on the soft couch. The majestic spiritual energy instantly enveloped the small room.
At this moment, he finally understood the true purpose of those strange items in Si He's storage ring.
The Guaiquan Formation was useless to cultivators, but in the mortal world, it could help people divert water to irrigate their fields...
I don’t know which farmer is so lucky that the gods from Tai’a Mountain come to water his fields in person.
As for the talisman that brings joy, perhaps it is used to help women suppress the pain of childbirth?
Zhao Qing felt inexplicably powerless.
I always feel that... Si He's image in my mind has suddenly become distorted.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. If you need help, we can go shopping together as a family," he encouraged.
Si He narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, smiled and nodded.
"Lanxian Town is too close to Changshengfang, and there are people from Huanyu Pavilion stationed there... It's not suitable."
"I plan to go to Liao to find a remote village and slowly develop the people there."
Liao Kingdom...
Zhao Qing came back to his senses and said, "Liao is indeed suitable. Next year during the Jingzhe Festival, I will take Qinghuan to Liaoxi. I can come to you then."
Among the eighteen kingdoms in Yongning Prefecture, the royal families were all designated by the strongest sect in their own country, except for the Liao Kingdom, whose royal family suppressed the sect.
This is related to the status of Blood God Peak in the Liao Kingdom. The current Liao Emperor is the seventh blood son of the previous generation of Yongning Prefecture.
The Liao Kingdom has a close relationship with Xueyi, and Si He and himself are both people who carry the Azure Dragon Mark, so it is perfect for us to develop in a humble way in the Liao Kingdom.
After finishing his business, Si He collected all the spiritual stones on the soft couch and chuckled, "Hong Ning's butt is quite perky, and her legs are even longer than Xiao Yi's."
Zhao Qing: ???
Why does Si He always think about Xiao Yi?
He hesitated for a moment, sensing the vast divine consciousness remaining on the puppet in front of him, and then slowly extended his divine consciousness to entangle it.
At the same time, the pretty face with white hair that appeared in his mind disappeared without a trace after his bright eyes glared fiercely.
Only a cold whisper was heard: "What do you think of Xiao He compared to Hong Ning?"
"..."
Hong Ning asked this question not long ago, but Zhao Qing cleverly avoided the topic.
but now……
"The master's beauty is beyond compare, even the red lemon cannot compare to her."
As the two spiritual powers entangled and fought, the puppet's peach blossom eyes gradually closed.
Si He corrected: "Xiao He is Xiao He, and I am me."
"Since you know that I am your master, how dare you disrespect me?"
"Master has taken the Hanguang Sword for you and used the Tai'a Seal to protect you along the way, and yet this little slave still wants to be disrespectful?"
Zhao Qing pulled the straps off the female puppet and paused...
"How about you be on top?"
Si He:......
"Never mind, it's just a puppet, not a very important thing. I'll consider it a reward for you this time."
Si He imitated Hong Ning's tone and teased like this.
……
Shouyun Mountain is extremely lively at this moment.
After the cloud-cutting phenomenon in Dan County disappeared, a heavy rain fell nearby.
And in the back mountains of Danxia, an extremely strange scene appeared...
It was late autumn, and the withered trees on the mountain had sprouted new branches... Once again, the disturbing and loud noises were heard at night.
All of this was caused by the vitality that escaped when Si He used his sword to cut the seal of Jiuyaotian.
But for the disciples of Danxia Sect, this is not a good sign.
After Elder Pei Jin and Elder Li Yuanxiu searched together for half a day, they confirmed that there was nothing unusual on the mountain.
But... the beast tide should be coming again.
After Cheng Yue returned to the sect, he meditated on the mountain for a whole night, and in the end he could only attribute the cause to the Eighth Walker in the Sea of Clouds.
But he could feel the rich vitality on Shouyun Mountain... After all, ninety years ago, the reason why he chose Shouyun Mountain to open the Dan Sect was because the vitality here was different from other mountains.
After nearly a hundred years of searching, he still hasn't found any rare treasures.
But Miao Jian and Shen Su both lived in the kitchen, making it difficult for Master Cheng to practice with peace of mind. He always felt that he had missed something important.
For the first time, he turned his doubtful thoughts to the Blood-Clothed Disciple who once lived next door to Miao Jian.
Cheng Buyi was now in Danying Castle in Li Country, accompanying his junior sister, so he called Pei Jin to his small courtyard where he was in seclusion.
I originally just wanted to ask something about Zhao Qing, but...
The Elder Pei in front of him, who was about to form a pill, brought him an unexpected surprise.
An extremely long, thin white hair was sealed in a jade disk. Pei Jin presented it with both hands and bowed, saying, "I, the disciple, took the initiative to assign the Futang and Fufang to the Liguo Wanxiang Sect..."
"Just to find the clue of this hair."
Cheng Yue carefully examined the hair in front of him and asked softly, "Qian Hongwei's Wanxiang Sect?"
"He set up the trial on the mountain because of this strand of hair?"
Pei Jin took a deep breath and whispered, "Qian Hongwei had obtained this hair a long time ago, and it was my disciple who discovered it in the Dharma Hall by chance."
"Afterwards, Qian Hongwei rebelled against Danxia, and his disciples cut the hair from his son's hand."
"After searching for several years, I finally got some clues..."
Cheng Yue casually threw the jade disk sealed with white silk onto the table and whispered, "What clue?"
"There must be a strange herb on Shouyun Mountain!"
"It's very likely the legendary Snow Lynx Vine, covered in snow-white hair. It lies dormant when still, yet springs to life when moving!"
"This Snow Lion Vine is not included in the inheritance of the Pill Pavilion. It was found in a fragment of a pill grass scroll in the Qixia Kingdom."
As Pei Jin spoke, he took out another booklet and handed it to Cheng Yue.
He whispered, "The beast tide on the mountain should also be related to this."
"A group of demonic beasts were chasing that strange lynx-shaped grass, causing a riot..."
Cheng Yue stared at the torn book in front of him, silent.
After a long while, he slowly said, "This is a book...of ordinary stories."
Pei Jin said softly, "But the Snow Lynx Vine appears in many storybooks, so maybe it really exists?"
Cheng Yue: ???
He stared at the hair in front of him in silence for a long time, then slowly said, "Send Li Yuanxiu to Nanze to open a branch sect."
"After the next Lanqing gathering, move the entire sect to Nanze."
As the man waved his hand, a beam of fire appeared out of thin air, turning the jade disk and hair into ashes.
With his knowledge, he naturally knew that this was not some strange herb.
But if there really is something on the mountain, and it involves Shen Su Miao's sword...it's better not to cause trouble before breaking through the Nascent Soul stage.
At the same time, many menial disciples had gathered at the foot of Shouyun Mountain, waiting to hunt for the beasts at night.
And in that invisible bluestone courtyard, the white-haired girl's pretty face turned slightly red.
The delicate jade feet were unconsciously curled up, revealing faint blue veins on the ankles.
"You can play with a puppet for so long..."
"Is Xiao He really more attractive than Hong Ning?"
After a long time, the girl's neck was covered with red glow, and as her fist trembled lightly, she thought: "Clean Xiaohe!"