Chapter 13: The Four Paths of Luck

After the girl called Yi Nian left, Su Yang dragged Liu Xiaohu back to the room again, his face was a little angry, and he saw that Liu Xiaohu was a little hairy in his heart, thinking that this person was really a different person. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who was that guy just now?" Liu Xiaohu asked tentatively.

"Green tea." Su Yangwu thought of the girl who was drinking to Su Erniu in the past, and there was a burst of anger in her heart, Su Erniu's waste poured out her heart and lungs, but she was taken to feed the dog without knowing it, it was really unbearable!

Now that the owner of this body is already Su Yang, so he won't allow others to be presumptuous in front of his eyes, isn't it a world where strength is respected? Then Lao Tzu will let you see what strength is! Those of you who like to base your fun on the pain of others, keep your dog's eyes open and look forward to it!

"Is there any place in our Ground Pavilion where there is enough spiritual energy?" Su Yang didn't pay attention to whether Liu Xiaohu could understand the word 'green tea', and asked about his cultivation, according to Su Yang's previous guess, the reason why he couldn't open up the sea of suffering, maybe the thin aura was a big reason.

Liu Xiaohu pondered for a moment, then raised his head to meet Su Yang's gaze, and said sincerely: "There is such a place in the back mountain, but you can't enter it without permission." ”

"So how do you get in?" Su Yang asked impatiently.

"If the eldest brother simply wants to have abundant aura, he doesn't have to go there, there is a quick way in front of him." Liu Xiaohu deliberately hung Su Yang's appetite, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

When Su Yang saw it, he slapped it directly and shouted, "Do you say it or not!" ”

Liu Xiaohu's face was full of bitterness, and he said: "You can get the reward of the foundation building spiritual liquid by completing the mountain gate task in the pavilion, or writing a poem with luck that can be used on the talisman." ”

Obviously, the so-called mountain gate task should not be something that Su Yang can touch now, write a poem that can be used, this can still be considered.

"How many bottles can a poem be exchanged?" Su Yang asked suspiciously.

"As long as the poem is confirmed not to belong to the three hundred poems of Shenzhou, you can get a reward, a person can change it once a month, and one poem can be exchanged for ten bottles of Zhuji spiritual liquid, I haven't changed it for four months......" Thinking of this, Liu Xiaohu looked sad, "Big brother, if you can really write, can you help me write one, I will also change ten bottles." ”

Su Yang's eyes flickered, and he thought about it, and said, "I won't help you write, but if you help me with one thing, I'll give you thirty bottles of foundation building spiritual liquid!" ”

Hearing the first half of Su Yang's words, Liu Xiaohu's expression was sluggish for a while, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes suddenly flashed with excitement. Liu Xiaohu was puzzled and immediately asked, "What to do?" ”

"I write in your name, but give me everything you get." Su Yang pointed at Liu Xiaohu, and then pointed at himself.

"Huh?" After hearing this, Liu Xiaohu's face instantly turned cold, and the thirty bottles of Zhuji Spiritual Liquid are just an empty promise, not only do they not write for themselves, but they also occupy their own indicators, is this too bullying? What if you're my big brother? Isn't there no emotion?

Liu Xiaohu immediately vetoed, "No." ”

Su Yang looked at Liu Xiaohu's stupid appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head, he was really a brainless person, and chuckled: "Look at it, this month is coming to an end, if I don't help you write it, not only will you not get the spiritual liquid this month, but you won't be able to get it next month, and if I help you write it, you will give me the spiritual liquid for these two months, not only will you be able to get the spiritual liquid for these two months afterwards, but I will also give you ten more bottles, which is better and which is bad, you can't tell the difference?" ”

Su Yang is just making this calculation, seeing that it is almost the beginning of the month, if you put this month and next month's foundation building spirit liquid together, plus Liu Xiaohu's share, there are enough forty bottles of foundation building spirit liquid, then as long as Su Yang's ten times the copy spar obtained by the lottery is used, it is very likely to be able to get four hundred bottles of foundation building spirit liquid! What is this number? How not to be exciting!

Liu Xiaohu didn't know Su Yang's abacus, but when he thought of the two-month spiritual liquid, he was also moved, and said, "You will really give me thirty bottles of Zhuji spiritual liquid?" ”

Nodding, Su Yang smiled and said, "You be my little brother, I won't treat you badly, whether you believe it or not, my ability is here." ”

Liu Xiaohu glanced at Su Yang suspiciously, and then hesitated for a long time, and finally said suspiciously: "Okay, I'll go and prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone." ”

After a while, Liu Xiaohu hurriedly brought a board with paper and pen on it, as well as a pile of rough rune paper.

This is Su Yang's first contact with the rune paper of this world, he casually took a piece and flipped it in his hand to look at it, and sure enough, it was the same as Liu Xiaohu said, with an incomprehensible rune font on one side, but blank on the other.

Looking at Su Yang's curiosity about these runes, Liu Xiaohu explained: "These are the most basic fire talismans in our pavilion, and the arrangement of the talismans on them is the simplest, if you want to master the runes thoroughly, the study of these talismans is indispensable." ”

Su Yang nodded knowingly, it seems that there is something to do in the future.

The inkstone is full of red cinnabar, and the brush is smaller than the usual brushes, so it seems that it was specially prepared for writing symbols.

Su Yang held the pen, raised his hand, waved the cinnabar, and the movements were done in one go, and soon, the four ancient poems were written on the paper symbols.

Thinking in the quiet night, the teenager walks, the loneliness is not seen, and the road is difficult.

Four well-known ancient poems fell in Liu Xiaohu's eyes, but his eyes were wider than copper bells!

What kind of person is this, just make four poems casually, even the most powerful disciples of the Earth Pavilion can't seem so casual, Mom, what kind of person is this!

The pale yellow light turned along the stroke of the word, hidden between the runes, and at the same moment, above the endless sky, four dazzling stars had lit up, and those who had a heart might have seen it, a little shocked, but more confused.

Who wrote the big luck again? Who lit up a star that far away?

"Do you need to exchange rewards together?" Su Yang tilted his head and asked.

"No need big brother, I'll go for you, and we must at least leave someone here to watch the fire, otherwise we may be scolded by Senior Sister Suyi again." Liu Xiaohu stood up impatiently, as if he could already smell the smell of the foundation building spiritual liquid.

Su Yang nodded silently, handed over two pieces of rune paper, Liu Xiaohu took it in his hand, and stepped out of the door with excitement on his face.

After Liu Xiaohu left, Su Yang casually leaned against the wall and pondered, and picked up the other two rune papers, this is next month's twenty bottles of Zhuji spiritual liquid, but I just don't know if the ten-fold copy spar obtained by the lottery is useless?

Su Yang shook his head, perhaps, he would know soon.