Shui Xiang said weakly: "Great Elder, Sister An Xian has only been in the sect for a short time, and it is normal that she is not very clear about the rules of the sect. Excuse her from her punishment and punish her for helping me run errands. I wanted to take "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" because I was in a hurry to collect the Spirit Valley. The Spirit Valley of the sect is only enough to eat for ten days, and I am injured now, so I am afraid that I will not be able to go. She looked at An Xian, "Sister An Xian, how about you run on behalf of your sister?"

An Xian's heart sank. Shui Xiang wants to leave the Ghost Temple and go out? What is she thinking?

Those Punishment Hall disciples beside the Great Elder immediately picked up Shui Xiang's words. "Great Elder, the disciple thinks this method is very good! Why don't you change the thunder whip to hard labor? Let Deacon An Xian take a trip for Deacon Shuixiang?"

Cheng Si nodded. "It's fine. ”

An Xian said, "No, the Great Elder. I'm the deacon of the Secret Archive, and when I'm gone, no one is in charge of the Secret Archive of Nine Turns of Yellow Springs. Shui Xiang really wasn't hurt by me, her own business, find a way to solve it by herself. I'm not going to help with that!"

Cheng Si raised his hand angrily, almost about to teach An Xian a lesson in person. Wuhua protected An Xian behind him and said, "Great Elder, we agree! Let's go, let's go!" and said to An Xian, "Sister, you hand over the 'Nine Turns of Yellow Springs' to Grandpa." ”

Shui Xiang said weakly: "If the sect can trust me, I am willing to keep the Nine Turns Yellow Spring for a few days. ”

An Xian's brows are tightly locked, Shui Xiang has made such a scene, won't it be as simple as wanting to monopolize "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" for a few days?

The Great Elder Cheng Si asked An Xian to hand over the jade slip and give it to Shui Xiang. "That's all there is to it. Whoever says more, the old man will give him three hundred lashes first, and then he will judge right and wrong!"

An Xian just wants to say: Do you want to be so arbitrary?

Wuhua thought it was a pleasant decision. He said, "Sister, don't worry. It's just to go to an immortal market thousands of miles away to buy some spirit valleys. I'll go with you. He lowered his voice and whispered in An Xian's ear, "This is a beautiful difference, we juniors dream of going to the fairy ruins every day! His heart was filled with joy.

"Hmm. Seeing that Wuhua couldn't wait to go, An Xian nodded. No matter what tricks Shui Xiang played, she followed.

Zhiqiao hurriedly handed over a piece of wood and a small cloth bag. "This is the amount of Spirit Valley and Spirit Stones to be purchased, Deacon Anxian you can take it. ”

An Xian checked the number of spirit stones and the records on the wooden strips, and put the things away.

Zhiqiao went to help Shui Xiang, and a disciple of the Punishment Hall helped her to help Shui Xiang up. A group of people walked away in the blink of an eye.

Wuhua said, "Sister, let's get ready to leave too." After this time, you can arrive in the afternoon, and you can visit the night market in the evening. Let's go, let's go talk to grandpa and pack up by the way. ”

An leisurely shook his head. "I'm not going to see Grandpa. I still have to go see the Lord of the Lower Temple. ”

The brother and sister entered the ghost temple mansion side by side. Wuhua ran back to the courtyard where he lived alone, and went to the middle hall to see Wen Bottle.

She just went to test the bottle below to see if the matter had anything to do with the bottle.

Wen Zhu was taken aback when he heard this. "Are you going to buy Linggu on behalf of Shui Xiang? Did she give you her Qiankun bag? Without Qiankun bag, how can you transport so many Linggu back?"

It seems that Wen Zhu really didn't know, and An Xian was a little relieved. If Wen Zhu wants to deal with her, An Xian will really be worried.

Wen Zhu was in a hurry. "How can this be done? If you have three longs and two shorts, your master will think it's me...... He wouldn't think like that, would he?"

Smile mysteriously. "What do you say?"

The bottle is depressed. It will definitely be counted on his head! If An Xian is very dead, her master will be angry, and his ugly deeds will be exposed immediately, how can this be done?

"I'll lend you a bag. Wen Zun took out a Qiankun bag and began to empty the personal belongings in the bag.

An Xian said: "No need. I have a bag. Rest assured, I'll be back safely. ”

Wen Zhu was surprised for a moment, and then thought about it, since An Xian could find out his secrets, and he could take out a treasure book like the Nine Turns Yellow Spring, the origin was naturally not small, and it was normal to have a Qiankun bag.

If she doesn't see Wen Bai, it's not that she doesn't want to see Wen Bai, she knows that she won't see Wen Bai if she goes. If Shui Xiang really planned to leave the Ghost Temple in peace, he would definitely break up Wen Bai or take advantage of Wen Bai's absence.

Sure enough, when Wuhua and An Xian met at the gate of the mansion, they said, "Grandpa went out this morning." We've got a problem with one of our mines in West Hills. The "we" in Wuhua's mouth refers to the ghost temple.

An Xian saw that Wuhua was carrying a big backpack, so he asked him, "Brother, what are you carrying?"

Wuhua sold it. "You'll know when you get there. ”

The two of them raised their swords and soared into the air. Flying out not far away, An Xian pulled Wuhua to the ground.

"Sister, what's wrong? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Wuhua asked with concern.

An Xian was scorched by this question. She pulled out a small Qiankun bag, one of the three Qiankun bags she had gotten when she followed Yu Que to pick up the leak. "Brother, you try to hit the spiritual power on this, come, draw a spiritual rune like this!"

Wuhua had seen the Qiankun bag before, but he never expected that the bag that An Xian took out was the extremely precious Qiankun bag, and he thought that An Xian was playing games with him, so he did it.

If the spirit rune is drawn, it will be regarded as a brand of recognition of the Qiankun bag. The space in the Qiankun bag opened up in front of Wuhua. Wuhua was startled.

"It's ...... This is ......" Wuhua looked at the Qiankun bag and looked at An Xian, and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

An Xian tilted his head and raised his Qiankun bag in front of Wuhua. "It was left to us by my father, one for each of us.

"Really?" Wuhua was overjoyed, and almost jumped up in excitement.

An Xian put her finger up in front of him. "Shhh ”

Wuhua hurriedly took off the backpack and was about to stuff it into the Qiankun bag. An Xian grabbed his rucksack, "Let me see what the hell is good?"

Wuhua smirked. "Hey, that's a good thing, it's worth a lot...... Uh......" Wuhua suddenly remembered that his sister had just taken out a Qiankun bag. Although she said that it was left to them by her father, he thought it was his sister's thing.

Compared to standing up, these things of his are much more shabby than Qiankun bags. Wuhua was suddenly embarrassed, scratched his head, and changed his words, "Can you sell it for a little money...... Hehe......" he used laughter to hide his embarrassment.

Peacefully unpacking the rucksack.

There were all kinds of things in the backpack, all kinds of sun-dried spiritual herbs, and some ore fragments and fragments of spiritual weapons. There are many varieties, and it is obviously something that Wuhua has collected for a long time.

When she was a ghost, she also had such a backpack. If it weren't for the luck, it would take at least five or six years to get such a big bag.