The black gate is inhabited by the lord of the black door, and all kinds of things are changed.

The mountain behind Linglong Pavilion is also a forbidden place, although it cannot be compared with the black gate forbidden place, but it is also an inaccessible place for ordinary people.

Because, the young master of Linglong lives there.

Probably because of the rain that fell at night, this night in Xining town was even more restless than the previous days.

Tonight's Linglong Pavilion auction hall was packed, and the atmosphere was so strong that it was a stark contrast to the gloom of the previous days. Fan Sheng, the second master of the day, I have to be idle, and I rarely appear at the venue, and I am drinking tea in the high private room at this time.

"I said old fellow, you two-foot Qiongyu, do you take the waterway in the south, or the dry road in our north?"

In Xining Town, who can call the second master of Linglong Pavilion in person like this, except for the curator of the Caoyue Guild Hall, Lord Man, there is no second one.

The second master held a bowl of steaming tea in his hand, and he was not shocked, but only replied indifferently: "My Linglong Pavilion has never lacked alchemists and pharmacists. ”

"Yo, I'm still panting, haha......" Lord Man lay in the rattan rocking chair and said bluntly, "Without a mage's action, I don't believe that your Linglong Pavilion can come up with this grade of soul incense." ”

Fan Sheng snorted coldly and sneered, "Can't I afford to hire a high-level mage who refines soul incense in Linglong Pavilion?"

Lord Man laughed without saying a word, and with the help of the attendants, he got rid of the rattan chair with a little difficulty, stood up and paced forward, leaning against the window, condescendingly, and casually muttered a poem.

"Two feet of Qiongyu is broken with incense, and three inches of moonlight are eight taels of gold. Since ancient times, the practice of empty hatred has cost you more money if you want your life. ”

Soul cultivation requires a lot of resources, and soul incense is one of them. In the second stage of soul cultivation, the soul incense is used to ignite the spirit array, and the six hells and eighteen soul paths are opened up from the secret realm small world, which are in line with the eight veins of the flesh and the twelve canons, and are integrated. During this long process of cultivation, the practitioner endured great pain, such as walking in the Nine Shadows, which the world calls the Six Prisons of Huangquan.

The refining process of soul incense is extremely harsh, and its quality is subdivided into four levels, which is exactly in response to this short poem by Lord Man. Among them, the two-foot Qiongyu is a high-grade treasure, no matter where it appears, it is a hot rare treasure, and it is not surprising that it is sold at a sky-high price, just looking at the bidding at the venue at this time, you can know how crazy the cultivators are for the high-grade soul incense.

As for the best incense, it is rare to see it in the world, and it can no longer be measured by money. Every time he appears in the world, it is the top priority that shocks the world, and those who can touch this thing are all the peak powerhouses or top-level magnates of the human race.

Fan Sheng: I am very satisfied with the performance of the auctioneer at the venue, and I guess it is impossible for tonight's auction to end as early as a few days ago. Everything was expected, he was very confident in the valuation of the two-foot Qiongyu, and it was really boring to sit and listen to the excitement and wait for the final result, so he got up, said hello to Lord Man, and was about to leave first.

At this moment, a high-ranking steward lifted the beaded curtain and hurried into the private room.

Fan Sheng was a little annoyed in my heart, waved his hand to excuse him, and said in a deep voice: "If you have something, say it directly." ”

"No!" The steward looked at the back of Lord Man, hesitated, and had to lower his voice to reply: "The young master is back." ”

Fan Sheng: I was surprised.

The steward continued: "The young master is heading to the back mountain with a young man from a foreign country. ”

"Still with someone?!"

"Exactly. ”

Fan Sheng was shocked and sat back in his place, feeling uneasy and unwilling: "That place, even I, the third uncle, can't go, where is that young man?"

"My subordinates are going to investigate. ”

Fan Sheng waved his hand, and the steward took the order to retire.

Lord Man turned around, with a smile on his face, and said, "It's been more than a month since the little monkey went to the west this time." ”

"Yes, those who have been able to hold on to it for a few months in recent years have either gone crazy or died. ”

"You seem to be happy for this to happen. ”

is full of scheming and unpredictable, and it seems that he casually said that, but it was really a punishment, and let Fan Sheng and me shoot the case.

"Nonsense!"

Lord Man coldly defeated Fan Sheng's army, exchanged a look with his henchmen, and continued the topic: "I heard that more than a dozen men followed the little monkey into the Wounded Qi Forest that day, and they also stayed in it for more than a month. ”

"There are rumors in the market, is it really a joke after tea and dinner when I am a young master?" Fan Sheng, I am scheming, I know well in my heart the intentions of Lord Man, I am calm, and sneered: "If this is the case, I am afraid that no one will come out alive." ”

Master Man laughed and said: "That's right, eighteen descendants who have practiced for decades, there is no one in life, and no corpse in death, what a pity!"

"It's more innocent to die. ”

The man smiled but did not speak.

Fan Sheng poured tea in a pot and said lightly: "Since the beginning of autumn, the water level of the Mekong River has risen a lot compared with previous years, and the gravel road of the river embankment is very slippery, and many sections of the road have no guardrails. Go back and advise those who are younger, usually use more snacks to practice, and when you have nothing to do, don't go to the river. ”

The attendant shivered, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.

The Mee River runs through the town of Xining, and the current is so fast that no matter what the season, there are always a few people who drown, and there will always be some bright red colors floating on the river, and they are fleeting and no one cares. The water is not very muddy, but no one can really see the silt at the bottom of the river, and no one cares about what is deposited in the silt.

Master Man coughed dryly twice, cleared his throat, and was about to speak.

Fan Sheng pushed a cup of tea in front of Master Man, motioned for him to sit down, and said, "My voice is not good, so I want to drink more tea." When you get older, you talk less. I have good tea and good water in Linglong Pavilion, and I will not treat you badly. ”

was robbed of the opportunity by Fan Er, and the man was still smiling as if nothing had happened. Fan Sheng's deep meaning outside the strings, he also heard it.

"Anyway, we also watched that child grow up, and before we knew it, it had been seven springs and autumns. Kodaka, I'm not mistaken. ”

Lord Man asked the black-clothed attendant beside him, and he handed over his unfinished words to the young man to supplement.

The big boss of Linglong Pavilion has been dead for three years and has lost his protective umbrella, but the young master of Linglong is still not buried by the mud and sand of the Mekong River, and he has survived tenaciously in the power game of Linglong Pavilion. Clear-eyed people know that this is not a fluke, as long as there is no premature death, the young master of Linglong will always grow up.

The internal power of the Linglong Pavilion is extremely wide-ranging, and in Xining, how can Lord Man stay out of the matter? Fan Sheng, as the biggest winner at present, and coupled with the friendship between the two for hundreds of years, Lord Man enjoys his success and does not mind his temper.

Xiao Gao, who had been present but didn't have a chance to speak, was about to add two sentences to round his meaning.

But before Xiao Gao could speak, Fan Sheng and I had already taken over the conversation, and Gu said to him: "I just didn't expect that there would be outsiders who would come together with this little monster, this is something that has never happened before." ”

"Things gather by like, people by groups, little monkeys are born extraordinary, I guess that young man is not a simple character. In the days to come, you will have a good time. ”

Only when it comes to the young master Linglong, the attitude of the Manchu adults has become very ambiguous. This old loach deliberately favors the young master, and Fan Sheng can only pretend to be confused.

"Children without fathers and mothers are born rebellious and withdrawn. After pouring so much spiritual fluid over the years, I haven't seen him form a spiritual array, and he has not enlightened his spirit until now. A person who can't practice in these years is a waste, but his grandfather treated him as a treasure, and he also included him in my Fan clan and made him a young master of Linglong. ”

Fan Sheng recalled some things, looked a little confused, and was very unwilling, "Until the day the boss died, I thought it was a joke." ”

The enlightenment he mentioned was the first step in the cultivation of soul arts.

Lord Man sneered and said: "Our Xining is also a palm-sized place, the ability of the little monkey, the big guys can see it, and today I will make it clear not to tell nonsense." You say he's a waste, so aren't all the cats and dogs under your command even worse than waste? And the soul masters in this auction venue, how many of them can single-handedly approach the Black Gate Forbidden Land to obtain the Heart of Thorns, and then come back alive? And how many of them can encounter such treasures as Zhima, Five-Colored Fossils, and Zhu Yuxu every time they enter and leave the Wounded Qi Forest? You should know these things better than me, the treasures that the little monkey has sold in the ghost market in the past few years are enough to pile up seven or eight soul masters in the realm of Yunxiang. ”

Fan Sheng: I was silent.

Lord Man breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You're right, he really didn't have the ability to form a spirit array, not even a formation pattern. The big boss likes to find people as much as I do, but the young master is never a joke he makes. With the advanced cultivation of the peak of the great master's true martial arts, he must have seen something famous, so he would protect him under the pressure of the Mu clan, why don't you fulfill the last wish of the great master? Besides, the girl may still be alive, and that Lin Wu, maybe she will come back one day?"

Fan Sheng is in a high position, dealing with the affairs within the family, as well as the Linglong Pavilion and even the Prancing Horse Chamber of Commerce, many times with just one attitude, the henchmen under him will be activated on their own to achieve his wishes.

Only the exquisite young master makes it difficult for the upper and lower levels.

This thorn has been stuck in Fan Sheng's heart for many years, looking ordinary, but growing year by year.

Several masters who regarded the young master of Linglong as a soft persimmon fell one by one, and the entire Xining was shocked, but it still failed to change Fan Sheng's attitude.

The Manchurian adults are accustomed to fooling around with gags, but tonight they are unusual, and take the opportunity to make their position clear. It is unlikely that a single sentence will change the paranoia of an old man who is scheming and powerful, but these words from an old man who is also scheming and powerful may force him to rethink some problems from a different perspective.

At this time, Fan Sheng: I was very quiet, so quiet that it made people tremble.

Only Lord Man ignored his silence, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "Recently, a big incident has happened above, and I can only come to you to have some fun." It's not too early, I'll go back and rest, old guy, take care of yourself, don't toss yourself, I still count on you to help my soul. ”

"Wait. ”

Fan Sheng: My face is ugly, but I am not annoyed and angry.

Seeing that he was aggrieved, Lord Man couldn't hold back his laughter for a while.

"Is it the Deer Ding Guild?"

The man was not serious, and replied angrily: "The headquarters is smooth, and what kind of moth can be made." ”

Fan Sheng was terrified, "That's ......"

"It's about the big guys, you just want to know it. ”

"Then I won't send it. "Fan Sheng, I don't dare to ask more.

"Farewell. ”

Xiao Gao bowed to Fan Sheng and made a big salute, and left with Lord Man.