Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Can this spiritual money be exchanged for spiritual stones at any time?" Hu Yiming asked half-believingly and half-doubtingly.

"Friend Hu, don't worry. The spirit coins of our Xiaoyao League are not minted randomly. For every standard-sized spirit stone minted from the spirit stone mine, the Xiaoyao League's [Coin Making Workshop] will mint one hundred Xiaoyao Tongbao coins. Theoretically, the Xiaoyao League has a hundred times the number of spirit stones in stock, and there will be exactly one hundred times the number of Xiaoyao Tongbao coins circulating on the market. There won't be any problems."

"Yes, yes, yes, what is this called...Spirit Stone Position..." Mu Shan stumbled halfway through his sentence.

"It's based on spirit stones!" Shopkeeper Wen reminded.

"Right, right, right, spirit stones are the basis!" Mu Shan patted the back of his head. "In fact, some of the surrounding sects and families have also tried to follow suit and promote their own spirit coins, but most of them have failed."

"Hehe, this little bit of spiritual money has a lot of knowledge. Those sects and families have long been rotten inside, and in the end they can only imitate the tiger and the dog!"

Shopkeeper Wen said with disdain, "Thirty years ago, the Huanhuo Sect had a chance to cash in on the [Huanhuo Money], but they privately printed a large amount of spirit money for a short-term gain. As a result, the cultivators under their tutelage couldn't even exchange their spirit money for spirit stones at the Huanhuo Sect's Spirit Stone Shop..."

"In an instant, this [Huanhuo Money] was reduced to a pile of scrap metal. A behemoth with several Jindan Zhenren in charge was almost torn apart by this incident. It's really ridiculous..."

At this time, a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training entered the hall of the Spirit Stone Shop, leading two newcomers. Shopkeeper Wen took one look and bowed to them. "Once I've started talking, I can't stop... Would you like to exchange your spiritual money?"

"I'll exchange it for a hundred." Jing Yu thought for a moment and nodded.

"Then I'll change too." Hu Yiming said quickly.

Only Li Sheng turned his gaze to Mu Shan's face. After seeing Mu Shan nod slightly, he said, "Shopkeeper Wen, please give me a hundred coins as well."

Shopkeeper Wen moved extremely quickly, his ten fingers flying. After a dazzling moment, everyone's spiritual money had been exchanged.

"Now that you have received the Immortal Guidance and obtained the Spirit Stones and Spirit Money, the next step should be to find a suitable Immortal Cultivation Art for yourself."

Shopkeeper Wen rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "Your Immortal Guide, Fellow Daoist Mu, is the steward of the Spirit Plant Garden. He would have a backer if he became a Spirit Plant Farmer, but I am also very short of people here at the Spirit Stone Shop. If you are interested, you can come and see me."

Mu Shan laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Boss Wen, I'm still here, why are you trying to poach me?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they said goodbye and left. The next moment, the shopkeeper Wen immediately took in the new monks, very naturally.

"Uncle, it's getting late. It takes more than a short while to explain the art of cultivating immortality. Why don't you go to Mu's house first? An old friend is waiting for you there!"

"Third sister..." Jing Yu's heart moved, and the somewhat blurry face of Zhao Mingyu in his memory became clear again.

Mu Shan had previously agreed to lend the courtyard in the inner courtyard for Hu Yiming to draw Qi into his body. Li Sheng was his new disciple, so naturally he was also invited.

The Wushan market is not very big. In addition to the more than 3,000 permanent and mobile cultivators, there are more than 100,000 ordinary people. Among them are the descendants of the cultivators, ordinary slaves and maids who serve the cultivators, and some ordinary body cultivators who have the ability to cultivate their bodies and do physical work in the market... Overall, it is not much different from an ordinary town among the mortals.

So the few of them walked and stopped, listening to Mu Shan telling some anecdotes and stories about the world of immortal cultivation on the way, and they arrived at the destination very quickly, without noticing the passage of time.

"My wife, I'm back!" Mu Shan arrived at the door and shouted inside.

"Is that Mu Lang?" A pleasant female voice sounded, and then the door creaked open, and a woman with picturesque eyebrows and gentle features poked her head out.

When Jing Yu saw the woman's face, he was slightly stunned.

The woman's eyes lit up when she first saw Mu Shan. Then she saw the three people behind Mu Shan and was obviously stunned. Then she put on a smile and said angrily, "You brought guests home, but you didn't inform us in advance? We haven't prepared anything at home yet..."

Immediately, her beautiful eyes moved around Jing Yu and the others, and finally fixed on Jing Yu's face. Her expression suddenly became hesitant: "You...you..."

"uncle?"

"It's Cheng Huan..." Jing Yu exhaled softly and said with emotion: "You were only thirteen when you left the imperial capital with your mother. Now twenty-six years have passed, and only some traces of those years remain in your eyebrows and eyes!"

"It's really my uncle!" Zhao Chenghuan's eyes widened. He quickly returned to the courtyard and shouted, "Mom! Chengyan! Look who's here?"

Jing Yu stepped into the courtyard. Mu Shan's courtyard in the inner quarters was not very large. Not to mention compared with the royal palace in the imperial capital of Zhao State, even the wealthy families in the imperial capital with some assets might not be able to compare with it.

Zhao Chenghuan's call startled everyone in the yard. In the middle of the yard, there was a very handsome young man wearing training clothes, looking over here in confusion.

"This is... Cheng Yan!" When Jing Yu saw the handsome man, she immediately knew his identity. This young master from her third sister Zhao Mingyu's family has been outstanding in appearance since he was a child, not much inferior to her fifth brother Zhao Minglou.

Zhao Chengyan is eleven years younger than him. He should be thirty-four years old now, but he looks only in his early twenties. His sister Zhao Chenghuan also has the face of a girl. It is obvious that the brother and sister have both practiced body-refining techniques and have the status of mortal body cultivators.

At this moment, the door of the guest room on the west side suddenly opened, and a pair of wrinkled hands reached out and held the door frame.

Not long after, an old woman leaning on a dragon-headed cane slowly walked out of the guest room.

"Third sister!" Jing Yu was stunned when he saw the old woman.

The quiet and graceful Princess Mingyu from twenty-six years ago no longer exists with the erosion of time, and the person in front of him is already an old man over sixty years old.

In fact, Zhao Mingyu's appearance was not bad, but he was just a mortal after all. It seemed that he had not made any progress in the way of body training. There were countless vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face, and there were some white hairs in his temples.

Zhao Mingyu stared at Jing Yu's face, his lips moving, and finally turning into a sigh:

"Sixth brother, I started from scratch in this market town. I've faced countless dangers, from open and secret attacks to life-or-death situations. From peddlers to those in the foundation-building stage, I've interacted with countless people. I've completely forgotten that I'm just a mortal. Twenty-six years have passed since we left the imperial capital, and I haven't even noticed the passage of time."

"But after meeting you today, I finally realized it."

“It turns out that I am old after all.”