Previously, after the Weaving Sky Fairy returned to the Weaving Immortal Palace from the Lan Gang, she sent two gifts and two salutes to Tong Zheng, so that Tong Zheng would personally send them to Daomu Wu Xuanxue and them.

Tong Zheng had read the list, and was shocked by the Weaving Sky Fairy's generosity, but he didn't forget to send someone to prepare a grand gift of the same specification. Wu Xuanxue and Fu Ying must have something superior, but he doesn't have the realm of weaving heavenly fairies, so he can't see it.

When Dao Mu and his party arrived in the backyard of Xiancai Building, Wu Xuanxue and the four of them were already waiting in Xiancai Garden. The Weaving Sky Fairy gave Wu Xuanxue four people, each of whom had a pro-woven Sumeru incense bag. Tong Zheng gave Wu Xuanxue four people, each with a valuable Sumeru ring.

Wu Xuanxue and Fu Ying opened the Sumeru sachet and looked at it, they were shocked, the Sumeru sachet and the Sumeru ring almost fell out of their hands. After they grasped it steadily, they hurriedly returned Tong Zheng's Sumeru ring, and asked Tong Zheng to send the Sumeru incense bag back to the Weaving Immortal Palace.

"This is what you deserve. Tong Zheng carried his hands behind his back, he never planned to take over, and it was impossible to take over.

Seeing this, the Cowherd also said calmly, "You take it, this is what you deserve." The cowherd did not have the hippie smile of the past, holding the cigarette gun in his left hand across his abdomen, and carrying his right hand behind his back, looking serious and serious, and his words were beyond doubt.

Wu Xuanxue and Fu Ying were in a dilemma, while Fu Zongcheng and Mrs. Fu turned their eyes to Dao Mu, with help and a little pleading, they were uneasy.

Dao Mu met the gaze of the two, not afraid of Tong Zheng's side, and said calmly and naturally, "You can accept it, the lives of the four of you are exchanged for this, and it is still cheaper for them." ”

Dao Mu pressed the knife in his left hand, and carried his right hand behind his back, wearing a fairy wisp Taoist robe, and a dragon skin gold silk black cloak. The world-weary and indifferent face, the blood-colored starry eyes on the face, where he looks like a benevolent shepherd, is clearly a ruthless swordsman.

Hearing this, Tong Zheng was dissatisfied, "Dao Mu said very well. He glanced at Dao Mu indifferently, but said, "That is the Weaving Sky Fairy's love for you, and this is my Tong family's deep apologies to you." ”

"Brother. Wu Xuanxue was puzzled.

"Little Black Brother. Fu Ying was also puzzled.

In the past, Dao Mu would never let them accept it, but now Dao Mu is terrifyingly strong. They were once worried that Dao Mu would fall into the Demon Dao, but they couldn't see that Dao Mu had half of the demonic energy on his body, and the pastoral power in his body was as calm as a mirror and very pure.

"For the rest, Ah Niu and I will get it back for you one by one. "It's not the first time Dao Mu has encountered such a gaze, and it's not the first time he has encountered someone like Tong Zheng. "Elder Tong Zheng is a good person, he will never embarrass you, not to mention that he is more afraid of you than anyone else. A smile finally bloomed on Dao Mu's face, but he didn't know if he was comforting Wu Xuanxue and the others, or if it meant something else.

Speaking of this, although Wu Xuanxue and the four of them were still in a complicated mood, they had no choice but to accept it, and only hoped that Dao Mu Niulang would give them a more detailed and reasonable explanation in the follow-up.

Seeing that Wu Xuanxue and the four of them finally accepted it, Tong Zheng did not leave immediately in a hurry, but asked Wu Xuanxue and Fu Ying about their homework, and the two of them answered each other fluently, and now their cultivation is also the peak of the Heavenly Realm, which is not excellent, nor is it a waste.

Tong Zheng used the name of the Weaving Sky Fairy to try to see which aspects of Wu Xuanxue and Fu Ying deserve so much attention from the Weaving Sky Fairy.

After some research, Tong Zheng only thinks that they are excellent, both of them are talents, but they are not excellent, they are not geniuses, and they are not immortals.

Tong Zheng said goodbye with doubts. Everyone expressed their gratitude, and the Cowherd patted his chest to reassure Tong Zheng, and tried his best to promote the cooperation between the Tong family and Funiutang.

Dao Mu watched Tong Zheng step on the auspicious clouds and slowly rise into the air, but he still couldn't help it, and shouted loudly, "Elder Tong Zheng, I misjudged you before, you are really a good person!"

But I saw that auspicious cloud tremble, turned into a flash of light, and disappeared into the sky.

Cowherd's eyes widened, and his left hand clenched the cigarette gun, "Brother, how crazy are you?" The left arm was trembling, resisting the urge to ram Dao Mu with the cigarette gun.

Dao Mu lowered his head and met the gaze of the cowherd, serious and resolute, "Elder Tong Zheng, he is really a good person. ”

The Cowherd was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he twisted his left hand behind his back, "Brother, are you brainbroken?" The Cowherd stretched out his right hand to attach it to Daomu's forehead.

Oh, Dao Mu looked disgusted, instantly raised his right hand, and blocked the right palm of the cowherd with his middle finger. "In this indifferent world, there are not many pure good people like Elder Tong Zheng. ”

As he spoke, Dao Mu turned to Chang Qian and Lan Hui, and said with a smile, we can't let good people suffer any injustice, we must use all our strength to help Tong Zheng clear his suspicion and let him enjoy everyone's praise.

The identity of his Dao Mu and Cowherd, there is no need for the frenzy of evacuation of public opinion, and this wave of convergence will form a tsunami, first stirring up the entire Weaving Immortal City, and then retreating with the tsunami.

Funiutang completely gave up spreading the rumors of Tong Zheng, praised Tong Zheng in an all-round way, and turned out all the good things from childhood to adulthood, and praised them vigorously.

"By the way, the Tong family gave us the land for the Lan Gang Helm, and this matter should also be widely publicized to promote the good of the Tong family. Dao Mu clapped his hands at each other, and said with a little excitement, "Hang more than a dozen big red cloths in Xiancai Building, and write words to thank the Tong family for giving us the land of the Lan Gang Helm, the more fleshy the better, and it will be free for three days!"

"Isn't that to make Tong Zheng a saint?" Cowherd figured out a little idea, but making Tong Zheng a saint made him very uncomfortable.

"Is it really easy and really happy to be a saint? Not to mention that he is just a false saint, and he can only be beautiful in front of others. Dao Mu's bloody eyes sparkled, and he sighed briefly, "What's more, these are originally the contents of the agreement, aren't they?"

"Young Master Dao's approach is actually similar to Tong Zheng's behavior of putting the names of the two young masters on the list, that is, to kill each other. Chang Qian approvingly, "For specific implementation, please also ask the two young masters to give a grace period of one or two days, and then report to the two young masters." ”

The Cowherd and Dao Mu glanced at each other, and then the Cowherd turned his head to look at Chang Qian and Lan Hui and said directly, asking them to let go and do it, there was no need to report to themselves and Dao Mu, as long as they and Dao Mu saw the effect.

Dao Mu gave the heavy work of explaining to the Cowherd, and after three turns, he left with Chang Qi and them.

On the way, the three of them had an in-depth discussion about the words of the pastor. A quarter of an hour's journey, the three of them walked for half an hour.

Dao Mu separated from the second daughter and returned to his house, it was already midnight and three.

Ah Meng didn't know where he went with Huang Po, and without Ah Meng by his side, Dao Mu couldn't sleep. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and recited the Sutra.

The first time I felt rusty, the second time I felt a little bit, the third time it was no longer stuck, and the fourth time it started to be smooth. This is the case every day, and Dao Mu was once afraid that if he did not recite the Pastoral Sutra every other day, he might immediately waste most of it.

This is one of the costs of Dao Mu's enlightenment of the Corpse Sutra!