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Many cities in the Western Continent really suffered blood disasters, with heavy casualties, even the young disciples of Taiyizong appeared on the battlefield, but Qiu Bodeng never showed up.

So where did he go?

For some reason, Zuo Yuesheng was vague and always a little uneasy.

The chief deacon withdrew, and the room returned to silence.

Zuo Yuechang let out a long breath, leaned on the back of the carved mahogany chair in exhaustion, and rubbed his face hard... He hasn't had a decent rest for three months, and he relies on meditating for half an hour every night to maintain his spirits. .

The season from autumn to winter is the busiest time for the entire Shanhai Pavilion, because most of the cities complete their harvest at the end of autumn, and they do not do farming during the long cold winter. What should be done is to traffic the proceeds, and in these years, turning a large part of the shops to the Shanhai Pavilion of mortals has to run between cities and continents.

Despite the arrogance of the monks, not all immortals are willing to lower themselves and do this kind of business directly, giving Shanhai Pavilion an opportunity to expand. However, the fact that the Shanhai Pavilion sub-pavilions take root everywhere will still cause the vigilance and vigilance of other immortals, and conflicts and frictions are inevitable.

...To finish off the old man's Qingshan Zhenhai, to ensure the success of Shanhai Pavilion's transformation, and to make Shanhai Pavilion a pair of eyes to monitor the twelve continents without causing too many reactions from other immortals.

All of them can only be described by the word "fuck".

On the surface, Shanhai Pavilion was strong for a while, but Zuo Yuesheng knew better than anyone that twelve years was still too short. He was just using some of the tricks he heard from Young Master Qiu to take advantage of the loopholes, run ahead, and pull up the Shanhai Pavilion almost smothering the seedlings.

Be cautious.

Be careful step by step.

Walking on thin ice for twelve years, Zuo Yuesheng has carried forward the "greed for life and fear of death" thoroughly. Everything is aimed at developing production, and he will never fight with others.

The only thing that can be called an adventure is this time, leaving Zhunan in a flying boat and rushing to Xizhou.

In life, there should be something to do and something not to do.

"Little bastard, how long have you been since you cultivated, and you want to mess around with your Xuanwu bloodline?"

A nasty voice sounded in the room.

"...Master, please leave me alone for a while!"

Zuo Yuesheng sighed and slapped himself on the face.

The short old Tiangong came out of the refining room next to the private room, his eyes were not good: "I have never seen, which apprentice actually asked the master to be his bodyguard... That old boy Liang Shi is really not good. Thing, if I knew you would be so virtuous, I wouldn't accept you as my apprentice even if I jumped into the sea."

"You're old and strong," Zuo Yuesheng smiled, "No, if it wasn't for your escort, how would I dare to leave Zhunan?"

The goddess snorted.

Reluctantly accept this explanation.

The room was silent for a moment.

"Are you going to go on like this for the rest of your life?" Lao Tiangong suddenly asked, looking at himself, the apprentice with outstanding talent in the process of refining.

He asked endlessly, but Zuo Yuesheng knew what he meant and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the past twelve years, the business activities of Shanhaige under his control are almost like ghosts and gods. In private, people nicknamed him "Golden Hand", which meant that he, the master of the Shanhai Pavilion, had a pair of hands dedicated to fishing for gold. Wherever he stretched his hand, there was gold.

But in fact, business is like wind and clouds, sunny or rainy.

No one really can get gold with just a stretch of hand.

It can only be said that Zuo Yuesheng is indeed a prodigy.

Others cultivate Taoism for longevity, but he is better, learn from the family of Fu Lu, a martial artist, and specialize in spiritual knowledge. The problem is that he cultivates spiritual consciousness, not to draw talismans and engravings, but to be able to calculate hundreds of ledgers at the same time, and calculate the business of dozens of places at the same time... Now, it has become that even if he is paralyzed on the chair, his brain There is also a lot of information circulating at the same time. Today, Zuo Yuesheng is the brain of the entire Shanhai Pavilion.

It is precisely because of this that Shanhai Pavilion can become an unprecedented behemoth at a terrifying speed.

But there are obvious disadvantages to doing so.

——The spiritual sense is too strong, but the body is not affected, and the muscles and veins are difficult to support.

To avoid this outcome, only through monotonous body forging, the spiritual consciousness and the body can be integrated. But Zuo Yuesheng almost wanted to break himself into three pieces for use, and how could he waste time on the body forging and tempering in the deep pool of the waterfall - if you forge an individual, you would have to retreat for a hundred or eighty years.

The current situation is changing, closed for 180 years?

After it came out, the day lily was very cold.

In the end, he took advantage of the Xuanwu bloodline and cooperated with medicines to carry this burden down. The price is that he, the big pavilion master, is now getting fatter and fatter, and is getting closer and closer to the Zhenhai divine beast Xuanwu in Shanhai Pavilion.

Zuo Yuesheng lowered his head and poked his stomach, thinking, this time is just right, you don't have to wait for the medicine to come from Yaogu, just let the guy from Lu Shiyi give him the auxiliary medicine.

"If you don't train your body again, be careful to fry it directly into a ball of minced meat." Lao Tiangong said with a blank expression, "Everyone says to take apprentices to prevent old age, I'm better, and I have to make more coffins for you."

"How can it be," Zuo Yuesheng unloaded the shelf of the master of the Shanhai Pavilion in front of his master, his limbs spread wide, "Isn't this a moment and a half, there is no way? Wait, wait, wait. Wait... er, at least when the two-year-old matter is settled first, I'll strike a deal with you.

He is a man, not a god.

How is it possible that both ends are finished beautifully.

To be honest, Zuo Yuesheng already felt that after his death, he could blow cowhide to the sky with the old man and the old lady.