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Xiaochen picked a vat that looked very passable, and when he asked the price, Xiaochen was immediately dumbfounded, and then scolded the three generations of the sick old man's ancestors in his heart.

It turned out that the money left by the sick old man to Xiaochen was only enough to buy this big vat, poor Xiaochen had never gone down the mountain to buy anything, and just now the money that the sick old man gave him was almost all the food and drink, so he had to ask the boss hard: "Big brother, you have this tank, can you do it less?"

"Ouch, little brother, you're making it difficult for me, I'm doing this small business, but forget it, I'll just be cheaper! How much do you pay for it?" said the boss with a painful face.

Xiaochen smiled gratefully and said, "Is this money okay?"

The boss stiffened his smile, and then smiled: "Little brother, you really know how to laugh, hehe......"

Xiaochen also smiled and said: "No, I didn't laugh, I really only have a penny, I don't believe I will show you." As he spoke, he was about to take out the money from his bosom.

The boss didn't think it was a joke when he heard Xiaochen, his face turned green at that time, and all the villagers in this village looked at it!

"Hahahaha......"

Xiaochen was just about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter, turned around and looked, and found that not far away, a white-faced young monk smiled forward and backwards, Xiaochen saw that the laughing monk was about his early twenties, wearing an apricot-yellow wide monk's robe, his right hand was in front of his abdomen, and his bald head was inlaid with nine precepts on his head, his eyes were smiling into a slit, his white teeth were neat, his face was delicate, and there was a faint light behind his head.

When the boss heard someone laughing, his face became even more ugly, and he saw that today's matter could not be good, and he was thinking about countermeasures.

Xiaochen listened to the monk laughing, although he was not angry, but others overheard him talking, he was still a little unhappy, and said: "You white-faced big bald donkey, what are you laughing at." “

The monk's smile suddenly froze on his face, there are those who call themselves bald thieves, those who call themselves bald donkeys, and those who call masters, but like this kid in front of him, he actually gave himself such a novel title as a white-faced big bald donkey, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.

When the monk saw Xiaochen wearing a Xuanqing Mountain robe, he believed that he was stunned, thinking that Xiaochen was a disciple who had gone down the mountain for the first time. His face returned to normal, and he said to the boss: "Donor, I think this little brother really didn't bring any money, I gave him the money in this big vat of money, monk." After saying that, he took out his pocket and gave the money to the boss who sold the cylinder. He said to Xiaochen again: "Little donor, I have already given the money for you, monk, you can take this vat away." After speaking, he looked at Xiaochen with a smile.

Xiaochen and the sick old man mix together every day, where do you not understand the world, the sick old man said, "This world is very realistic, a point of interest has a point of human affection, nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, remember to be careful of the pie that falls from the sky, it is likely that a bite will kill you." “

Xiaochen didn't show gratitude to the monk, didn't say a word, lifted the vat and ran directly. The boss and the monk who watched were stunned for a while, the difference was that the boss pinched a cold sweat, thinking of such a big tank, this kid could actually lift up and run, if he was embarrassed just now, he would inevitably be beaten.

And the monk was surprised by a burst of ecstasy, surprised that Xiaochen obviously did not have a little spiritual power on his body, it was indeed a bare hand to lift this big vat, if it was a person from Kuilong Mountain, he would not be so surprised, but Xiaochen was wearing Xuanqing Mountain's Taoist clothes, Xuanqing Mountain practiced magic and Taoism, although the body has been transformed by aura all the year round, it is much better than ordinary people, but to say that it is impossible to lift this vat of no less than five hundred catties with his bare hands, it is impossible to change himself, not to mention that Xiaochen obviously does not have a trace of spiritual power.

The joy is that seeing that Xiaochen didn't care about himself, he didn't say that he didn't want the vat, but directly lifted the vat and left, this performance is not something that Leng Touqing can explain, it is clear that he wants to take advantage of the trouble and is afraid of trouble, which is right for the monk's appetite, so the monk walked unhurriedly in the direction of Xiaochen's departure.

Xiaochen carried the vat regardless of the strange gaze of pedestrians, and soon rushed out of Qingfeng Town to the direction of Xuanqing Mountain, and when he was less than two miles away from Xuanqing Mountain, he suddenly stopped, because he saw that less than ten zhang ahead, the white-faced monk he met just now was sitting on a big stone, looking at himself with a lewd smile.

Seeing Xiaochen stop, the white-faced monk slowly stood up and walked towards Xiaochen.

Xiaochen stopped and looked at the monk coming over, and spoke first: "The master won't be waiting for me, right?" “

When the monk heard Xiaochen call himself a master, he almost didn't laugh, and replied: "Come on, boy, don't pretend, the word hooligan is written on his face." “

Xiaochen thought that he pretended to be good enough, but he didn't expect the monk to still say a word, so he simply didn't hide it, and said loudly: "Who told you that I am a hooligan, we are young master Chen who everyone loves flowers and flowers, and is ice clear and jade." Xiaochen boasted for a while, and the monk's eyes were about to fall out, and then Xiaochen changed his words and asked, "By the way, how do you know that my nickname is a hooligan?"

Seeing that Xiaochen was no longer hiding and no longer pretentious, the monk said, "This is simple. Then he put his head next to Xiaochen's ear and whispered, "My nickname is Lewd, understand?"

Xiaochen suddenly realized: "It turned out to be a lewd brother? “

The monk replied cooperatively: "Be polite, the poor monk's name is Mozhi." “

"Ink? Xiaochen misunderstood and quipped.

"Shiba, the Shiba of Xianzhi. The monk had expected that Xiaochen would inevitably misunderstand, so he explained.

Xiaochen and the monk sat down on the side of the road and chatted.

Xiaochen learned from the monk that he was a monk in Xuanyuan Ancient Temple, and he had been a monk for almost a hundred years, and now he was a disciple of the three generations of Mozi, and if he was placed in Xuanqing Mountain, he would be a generation older than himself.

Monk Mozhi was ordered to come to Xuanqing Mountain this time to pass the once-in-a-century Tianfeng Rookie Ranking Tournament postponed, it seems that there was a small problem with Tianfeng, but what exactly the monk did not tell Xiaochen, this seems to be a big secret, Xiaochen doesn't care so much.

This time I met Xiaochen in Qingfeng Town, it was completely a monk's addiction to alcohol, I wanted to relieve my hunger in the city, and I was happy to drink and suddenly saw a disciple of Xuanqing Mountain coming to the town, so I followed to take a look, but I didn't think that Xiaochen had been wandering around the town for most of the day, and the monk Mozhi wanted to go crazy, but he saw Xiaochen and went to buy a jar, and then there was a scene of the monk laughing.

After getting to know each other a little, a hooligan and a lewd two people were very close to each other, and immediately became good brothers, the two talked for a while and got up to prepare to go up the mountain, and when they came to the foot of the mountain, Mozhi was going to send a message to the manager of Xuanqing Mountain, asking to open the big array, but Xiaochen took out the black token that the sick old man gave him to open the formation.

This can scare the monk Mozhi a lot, Xiaochen didn't know that he was holding a token in his hand that could only be held by the heads of previous dynasties, but Xuanyuan Ancient Temple and Xuanqing Mountain have always been good friends, as a disciple of three generations, how could Mozhi not know, shocked, Mozhi saw Xiaochen's indifferent look, he knew that he definitely didn't know what he was holding in his hand, thinking that it must be his teacher who didn't want to tell his disciple his identity, and it would be even more difficult for him to export.

Mo Zhi stared at the token in Xiaochen's hand, which read "Fourteen" Qingyu, which was obviously the name of the previous generation of Xuanqing Sect, and why was the token of the Xuanqing Mountain Sect in Xiaochen's hands?

Xiaochen opened the big array and wanted to ask Mozhi to go in together, but how dare Mozhi monk go in with Xiaochen, these big factions, without permission, outsiders will be killed when they enter, and their status is not high, and they must be dead and lifeless if they rush in, so they told Xiaochen the reason before they sent a message to the Xuanqing Steward.

Xiaochen said goodbye to Mozhi and forgot to hide the scripture pavilion with the vat, even if he tempered day and night, but his body was still a mortal body after all, carrying this one-zhang thick vat up the mountain was still a test for Xiaochen, and Xiaochen had to stop and move the vat up the scripture pavilion.

Xiaochen finally carried the vat back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and his life was on the right track, reading books and taking medicinal baths every day, while practicing the secret books given to him by the sick old man, and fighting with the brothers and sisters of the anti-cangtian from time to time.

And the sick old man has never been seen, this time Xiaochen has really become the boss of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

But there is also a little difference, since the last time I saw Ling Ziling, Xiaochen would think of her from time to time, this is definitely not because of the feeling of never forgetting the beauty, he and the reverse cangtian have not gone to other peaks to peek at the female disciples bathing, among which there are not a few beautiful women, but no one has ever made Xiaochen like this.

"It's over, it's over, I don't like her, do I. Xiaochen sat in the place where the sick old man used to sit, and his face was sad.

"It's over, it's over, you don't like her, do you?" Contrary to the sky, he covered his face, and he pretended to be very distressed.

"I want to go to her. Xiaochen suddenly stood up and said.

"yes, go find her. The sky immediately responded, "Ahh ”

"No matter, I'll go now. Xiaochen didn't seem to hear the words of the sky at all.

"It's over. Reverse Cangtian lay on the chair that Xiaochen left and kept shaking his head.

Just do it, Xiaochen went directly down the mountain behind the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and when he wanted to choose the road up the mountain at the intersection, he found that he didn't know which road to choose at all, because he didn't know that Ling Ziling was the person on that mountain.

Xiaochen slapped his thigh, "This is the end of the game, such a large mountain, if you look for it one by one, I can't find it if I'm tired." ”

Frustrated, and there was no other way, Xiaochen had to obediently turn around and walk back, and on the way back, Xiaochen met several fellow travelers, who were wearing similar clothes as Xiaochen.

"Dude, do you know Ling Ziling?"

"Maniac. Hearing Xiaochen's words, one of them turned his head and glanced at Xiaochen in annoyance, and noticed that there was no spiritual power fluctuation in Xiaochen's body, so he disdained ridicule, and after finishing speaking, he accelerated his pace and went up to the Tibetan Scripture Mountain.

"Hey, how do you speak? Xiaochen glared, but the two didn't pay attention to him at all, and they didn't look back, "Your uncle, who is crazy?"

Xiaochen didn't understand, why these two people were like this, he just asked a question, and he was treated like this, "It must be that the cultivation has broken his head, and it is also pitiful." ”

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