Where there are people, there is a dispute over interests.

Even though Ling Yun and the others were hoeing the fields in the east of the village for seven days, the purple maple leaves on the truck still made many villagers around them jealous.

Ling Yun naturally would not take these words to heart.

He secretly observed the caravan members coming and going.

This caravan is a miscellaneous team, which is pieced together by many family forces. Unlike the Jia family caravan, the main body is the Jia family. In addition to the publicly recommended leaders, this caravan also has a dozen deputy leaders, as if it was a joint army.

This is good news for Ling Yun.

The more complex the structure of the caravan is, the more convenient it is for him to get in.

"Hey, how do you sell the purple maple leaves in your car?" Someone came over and asked for the price.

"Two and a half spirit stones." Ling Yun said.

"Two and a half spirit stones? You might as well go and grab them!" The visitor suddenly widened his eyes.

"If you like to buy, don't buy!" Su Nuan said on the side.

"Hmph!" The person who came walked away with his sleeves.

If this cart is really sold, what excuses will Ling Yun and the others use to join the caravan? So they did it on purpose, and soon they ran away from three people who asked for the price to buy it.

Until the evening, this car of purple maple leaves could not be sold. On the contrary, most of the herbs, cured meat, milk, etc. of many people were sold.

After all, the caravan has a huge number of people, and these things also need to be supplemented.

Many people are jokes about Ling Yun and the other two, and some people even start to sarcastically. Some kind-hearted people also remind them to reduce prices appropriately.

But Ling Yun and the other two ignored each other.

After nightfall, Ling Yun pretended to be dejected and pulled the cart of purple maple leaves to the old village chief's house.

The old village chief asked about the situation and sighed: "You guys, I have clearly told you that it would be good to buy two spirit stones. One and a half spirit stones can also be used. Why don't you listen to me? You just want to sell two and a half yuan!"

"You must know that there are many purple maple leaves on Ziyou Mountain. The reason why those people buy is to make it convenient and quick and save the effort of collecting. Alas, it's useless to tell you. Forget it, forget it..."

The old village chief kept shook his head and sighing.

Ling Yun said, "We want to sell more spirit stones, one is to make a profit, and the other is to be filial to the two elders. I didn't expect that after so much effort, I couldn't even sell them."

His voice was anxious, with a faint crying voice, giving people the feeling of being about to cry.

After hearing his words, the old village chief's heart suddenly softened, and the resentment in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Ling Yun said again: "The village chief is not in a hurry. We decided to follow the caravan tomorrow. Reduce the price and can always be sold."

"Follow the caravan? Who allows you to follow the caravan?" The old village chief glared.

Ling Yun said naturally: "I went to the caravan, and there were many ordinary people. They could follow him, why can't we do it?"

The old village chief held his forehead with his hand: "That's the slaves of all the cultivators! Do you think the caravan can follow you casually? What if you get involved in the criminals?"

"Ah?!" Ling Yun opened his mouth wide and stood there in a daze, "What should I do? The caravan will leave tomorrow."

"Oh..." The old man sighed deeply, "Forget it, help people to the end. I beg people tomorrow morning, whether you can join the caravan is the only luck of you two."

Just as dawn broke out, a few remaining stars remained in the light green sky. Looking from afar, there was a dark purple on Ziyou Mountain, quiet and mysterious.

After a night of rest, the caravan has already started to prepare for the trip.

"Check all the goods!"

"Have the ropes been tied tightly? If one drops on the way, I'll hit you a hundred big boards."

"Hurry, feed our black-skinned fat beetles."

The practitioners shouted and commanded the ordinary slaves to run up and down. Some were irritable and held whips in their hands. If they were slow, they would whip up. Some were caring for insects and feed them themselves.

"Mr. Chen." The old village chief bent over and asked a deputy leader of the caravan for instructions and salutation.

"Oh, Lao Zhang, I'm busy now. Tell me if you have anything to do." The cultivator surnamed Chen said.

"That's right. I have two young people who have done some small business,"..." Before the old village chief finished speaking, the cultivator named Chen suddenly shouted, "Chen Budong, what are you wandering around? Hurry up and feed the winged snake. Do you expect those slaves to feed it? Your winged snake has swallowed three slaves these days!"

"Yes, the eldest son of the family." Chen Budong was caught and replied with his head raised.

The cultivator surnamed Chen did not let him go and scolded him again: "How many times have you told you that you call me the eldest son in the hamlet, and you have to call me the deputy leader in the caravan."

"Yes, yes, deputy leader." Chen answered without movement and ran away.

"This kid..." The cultivator surnamed Chen muttered angrily, then turned to the old village chief, "What did you say just now? Oh! Do you want to guarantee the two juniors to join the caravan?"

"Sir, that's exactly what it is." The old village chief replied quickly.

"That's how..." The cultivator surnamed Chen deliberately pondered.

The old village chief was transformed into a cultivator. He wanted to install his own person in this caravan's must-pass place.

Caravans and merchants, those copycats are the focus of trade, but ordinary villages along the way cannot be omitted, and it is also very important.

The caravan has a lot of people and a lot of daily necessities are consumed, so they have to be replenished along the way. There are also slaves. Sometimes the caravan is in danger, some slaves die, and there is a lack of manpower. The caravan has to select ordinary people from the villages along the way.

Speaking of which, the slaves in the hands of the cultivator surnamed Chen are already a little short of their mouths in the caravan. Ordinary people's lives are just a kind of consuming material that can speak and move.

"In the future, when I go shopping, I still need Lao Zhang when I walk through Ziyou Mountain. Wouldn't I be disappointed in his heart if I don't agree? It just so happens that I lack manpower, but I can't agree so easily. I have to weigh it to sell it well."

While the cultivator surnamed Chen was thinking, a caravan sent a message cultivator ran over.

He was shaking a stack of paper in his hand, and while running, he shouted: "Are you careful, there is a new wanted order!"

He shouted, and he casually pressed it on a fat black-skinned beetle.

"The new wanted order? Which company? How many rewards are there? Bring me." The cultivator surnamed Chen became interested.

"Yes, deputy leader." The messenger quickly handed over one.

A cultivator named Chen: "Oh, it was a wanted order issued by the Li family. As long as the news is correct, there will be a thousand spirit stones? That's so high!"

The practitioner surnamed Chen's eyes lit up and became interested.

There are generally two prices on the wanted order, one is the news price and the other is the killing price.

The news price of a thousand spirit stones is often to want to arrest those demons who have made a name for themselves. However, the portrait on this wanted order is of two young people, both with good facial features, and one is even very beautiful.

One man and one woman, these are two newcomers,

"One is a spiritual practitioner, and the other is a spiritual practitioner. The news price is as high as one thousand spirit stones, and the price of killing is 5,800 yuan. Tsk, I hate these two demon kids when I come to the Li family. Hehe..., "The cultivator surnamed Chen smiled gloatingly. It's not the Chen family anyway.

He had no idea that these two demons were already near him.

The old village chief also took the opportunity to look at the wanted order and couldn't help but shivering in his heart.

"The world of cultivators is really dangerous. Such a beautiful young man is actually a criminal devil! I hope they won't run to our village

Come inside.”

"Okay, for the hard work of Lao Zhang, you have worked hard for so many years, I have agreed to your request." said the cultivator surnamed Chen.

"Ah, Lord Xie! Lord, I'll call them both here now." The old village chief was overjoyed.

The cultivator surnamed Chen waved his hand: "No need, I'm very busy. Please let them report to Chen Budong."

He met two ordinary people at the same time, without any interest. At the same time, he did not contact the person in front of him with the wanted order in his hand. After all, this was the wanted order of the Li family, and the Li family village was thousands of miles away. The cultivator surnamed Chen subconsciously felt that he was very safe here.

This is a very common mindset. In addition, there is also a mentality of luck.

In the vast world, all living beings, how could these two thieves escape to me? Then my luck is too heartless, this is impossible!

People always feel that unfortunate things will not happen to them.

Furthermore, there are many wanted orders, many of which are magic giants, either extremely vicious, eccentric, vicious, and vicious, attracting everyone's attention. For example, the two newcomers, Ling Yun, a spiritual creature at the level of a spiritual practitioner, what kind of climate can it become?

When Chen Budong reached Ling Yun and the other two, he did not think of the wanted order at all.

Both Lingyun and his eyes changed drastically. Lingyun, who had been disfigured, will not mention it. Su Nuan also looked decent after these days of drills.

Chen Budong lost interest as soon as he was, especially Ling Yun's appearance made him feel a little disgusted.

He is only spiritual life cultivation, and Ling Yun was promoted to spiritual person a few days ago.

Chen Budong hurriedly identified it, but did not feel any breath of a cultivator, so he summoned an old housekeeper and asked him to arrange the work of Ling Yun and the others.

"What are your two names?" asked the old housekeeper.

At this time, someone asked them for their name.

"My name is Loulan, and my wife is Bianbai." Ling Yun said casually.

"Female?" The old housekeeper looked back and frowned.

He stared at Su Nuan, and with her dark and dumb look, he actually called "Dispute"? This Loulan is also ugly!

"Women, you have to be careful. If something happens, don't blame me for not reminding you!" said the old butler.

"I know. I have a cart here, and the car is covered with purple maple leaves. My wife stayed in the car and took the goods. We didn't want to have more contact with others." Ling Yun said.

"Hmph, just know."

The old housekeeper arranged a physical work for unloading the goods for the two of them. However, for Ling Yun and Su Nuan, it was simply not worth mentioning. However, Su Nuan was a little tired to pretend to be panting.

Not far away, several slaves took the opportunity to be lazy and sat around to rest.
To be continued...