"If you don't open the cloth now, just admit that you can't do it, turn around and leave, we will treat it as if nothing happened, otherwise you will have to bear all the consequences."

Bai Zhou raised his head, looked straight at him, and said very seriously: "Master Zhou, there is no problem with the heavenly clothes I made, and I can use the reputation of Anle Shroud Store to vouch for it." ”

Master Zhou narrowed his eyes, and secretly thought in his heart: Young people nowadays are just impetuous, or they are too well protected and have not been beaten by society.

Let her know today that there are some things that cannot be forced, otherwise you will not only harm others, but also yourself.

"You open it."

Bai Zhou untied the cloth bag, held the ribbon on the top, and then unfolded the heavenly clothes inch by inch.

Originally, Master Zhou was still unimpressed, but when the sun and moon were revealed, he suddenly felt a flash of aura on the painting.

He was immediately a spirit.

Although that aura is very weak, so weak that it can hardly be felt, there is an aura in the heavenly clothes, which in itself is an extremely unusual thing.

His eyes, which had been narrowed, opened suddenly, and he looked carefully at the heavenly clothes.

It wasn't until the Heavenly Clothes were fully unfolded that he felt a subtle aura again, and even noticed a shallow ray of golden light flowing along the lines of the deceased's body in the painting.

His hands were trembling slightly.

If there is aura in an item, it is a spiritual weapon!

Even in the Han Dynasty, the heavenly clothes used by dignitaries and nobles did not use spiritual weapons, and only the top ministers were qualified to collect one.

He originally thought that he would not even be able to see the authentic thing now, but he didn't expect to see the heavenly clothes of the spirit weapon with his own eyes.

Suddenly, a slight sneer sounded beside him.

It turned out to be his nephew Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng's eyes were full of disdain, his chin was slightly raised, and he said arrogantly: "The heavenly clothes you made are just this kind of virtue?" You look at what you're drawing, it's just no different from a child. ”

Bai Zhou frowned and said: "The brushwork I use is the same as the heavenly clothes unearthed in Mawangdui, how can it be compared with what children painted?" ”

Zhou Sheng was ruthless, and said: "Look at the golden crow you painted, it is more simple than a stick figure, this golden toad, strange and weird, and this tiger, is the tiger so cute?" ”

He laughed as he spoke.

Wu Jing'an's face was very ugly.

As a filial son, he held a funeral for the old man, firstly to express filial piety, and secondly, to prosper himself and his descendants.

The Wu family is no longer as good as before, and the industries in his hands have also lost a lot and made little profits, and he sees that the family business is about to fail.

He finally invited Master Zhou, and asked the master to handle the old man's funeral for him, just to reverse the decline of the Wu family.

This heavenly clothes are indispensable, if the old man can really ascend to heaven smoothly with the help of heavenly clothes, their Wu family will be able to be rich and noble for three more generations, if not, the decline of their Wu family is just around the corner.

He was angry in his heart, and his voice was very unkind, and he said to Bai Zhou: "You are a little girl, and I am not difficult for you, lest others say that I bully a little girl." As long as you kowtow three times in front of the old man's spirit, say that you are wrong, and close the Anle shroud shop, and never do the shroud business from now on, I will let you go. ”

He felt that he was already very generous, if he had the temper of his youth, this little girl would not want to live in peace in this life, and would not let her be reduced to begging on the street, or selling herself, he would not be surnamed Wu.

"I can't say yes." Bai Zhou said solemnly, "There is no problem with the heavenly clothes I made. ”

Wu Jing'an's eyes narrowed, and there was a killing intent in his eyes.

"Shut up! Don't be rude! Master Zhou suddenly shouted.

This roar was full of anger and shocked everyone.

Especially Wu Jing'an and Zhou Sheng, their faces were full of incredulity.

Zhou Sheng said: "Master......"

"Shut up! There's no room for you to speak here! Master Zhou scolded, then turned his head to look at Bai Zhou, immediately changed his attitude, and bowed his hand politely, "Girl, is this heavenly robe really made by you?" ”

Bai Zhou nodded honestly: "Of course, from last night to tonight, I have been doing it for almost twenty hours." ”

Master Zhou was shocked again.

What?

Only 20 hours?

Bragging rights!

This is a spiritual weapon, the ancient books say that the ancients made spiritual weapons, as little as a few days, more than a few months.

Did you make one in less than a day?

Are you kidding me?

But he didn't dare to refute it at this time.

If this heavenly robe is really made by this little girl herself, it means that her cultivation far surpasses him, and in the world of occultists, the strong is king.

Even if she didn't do it herself, it was also done by the elders of her family, provoking the young, the old, maybe a large group, even if he had ten heads, it was not enough for the other party to cut off.

So he was even more polite and said, "Little girl, no, this fellow Daoist, I don't know who you are learning from?" What kind of sect is it? ”