126 Hurry back to the sect

In the northern area of Qiluo Shanfang City, there are dense wine shops, inns, and teahouses. Not to mention that every house is full of guests, at least it is full.

In a private room in a teahouse called "Qing Yaju" to the east, a middle-aged monk sits with a horse's face and smooth hair tied back at the back of his head. His hand was in the arms of a good-looking nun, groping up and down, the nun's face was flushed, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead, and she didn't know if it was hot or provoked by him.

Behind the horse-faced monk stood two young monks, staring straight ahead without squinting. They have long been accustomed to such a scene in the teahouse.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Jing Ye," a voice came in from outside.

The one who can open the door to prohibit it is his own person.

"Come in," the horse-faced monk pulled out his hand, took out a brocade from his bosom and rubbed his hand, then waved at the nun. Behind the horse-faced monk, a young monk took out two spirit stones and placed them on the table.

The female cultivator didn't care about the grievances in her heart, got up and saluted, then took the two spirit stones, lowered her head, and left in a hurry, facing the one who came in from outside.

"Jing Ye, the management office of the cave mansion is destroying it," the monk who came in was named Wang Le, and he was a close subordinate of Wang Jing, the boss of the three talents.

"What is urging? They've got a problem there, so let's run errands for them? The horse-faced monk snorted unhappily.

Wang Le knew what kind of temperament his master was, so he naturally didn't dare to say much. Jing Ye complained, it was inevitable. If you want to say that you don't cooperate with the management office of the cave house, Jing Ye still doesn't have the guts.

Sure enough, after Wang Jing complained, he turned the conversation back, "Wang Le, you bring more people and check all the scattered cultivators who have recently come to Qiluo Shanfang City to see if you can find some clues." ”

"Yes," Wang Le agreed, and was about to leave, when Wang Jing suddenly asked again: "Those guys who sell spirit grass, have you collected the spirit stones?" ”

Wang Le lowered his head and didn't dare to answer.

"Got a setback?" Wang Jing looked at Wang Le suspiciously.

"Those few loose cultivators are not hard stubble. The stalker came back to report, saying that their head came back today, and led them to live in the Baodan Building, and the shopkeeper Lu actually sent them to the guest room of the Baodan Building. ”

Wang Le faced this situation, and he was also right.

"Shopkeeper Lu has a relationship with them?" Wang Jing asked in surprise.

"That's not true, I heard that the leader ran to the Baodan Building to question the shopkeeper Lu, accusing him of leaking the information of the loose cultivators, and asking the shopkeeper Lu to compensate, and the shopkeeper Lu was forced to agree to come down in desperation," Wang Le has a very thorough understanding of Wang Jing's character. Wang Jing is a person, it doesn't matter if the handling staff messes up, he must be able to tell the cause and effect, otherwise, he will have to meet Wang Jing's thunderous anger.

"It turned out to be clever. Let them go for the time being, I don't believe that they can stay in the Baodan Building for a year and a half," Wang Jing sneered, "Notify them, keep an eye on them, and when they leave, immediately surround them." This time, instead of two hundred spirit stones, we want three hundred. ”

"Yes," Wang Le responded, and hurriedly went out to run errands.

A young monk behind Wang Jing suddenly asked, "Master Jing, if they spend all the spirit stones to buy pills and cultivate in the Baodan Building, I'm afraid that Senior Brother Wang Le will also gain nothing at that time." ”

Wang Jing didn't even look back, and responded lightly, "Are you teaching me to do things?" ”

The young monk was stupid all of a sudden, and quickly ran out, knelt at Wang Jing's feet, and kept slapping himself, "I'm sorry Jing Ye, the little one is too mouthy, the little one is too mouthy." ”

Wang Jing ignored it, but slowly stood up, and suddenly flew up with a kick, kicking the monk on the ground. The monk fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Get out," Wang Jing shouted.

"Yes, yes, thank you Jing Ye for your kindness, thank you Jing Ye for your kindness," the monk ran out with a roll on the ground.

The other monk made another cup of spiritual tea with a look at it and carefully placed it on the table in front of Wang Jing.

"The recently recruited loose cultivators have not been trained well, you have to tell Xiangui," Wang Jing sat down again.

"Yes," replied the monk, "the little one will go at once." ”

"Go ahead," Wang Jing waved his hand a little impatiently.

After a while, the door rang again.

"Why did you come back again? Got it done? Wang Jing held the cup and blew it gently, without even raising his head.

"You are Wang Jing?" The man on the other side sat down and looked at Wang Jing playfully.

As soon as Wang Jing looked up, he saw an unfamiliar face looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?" Wang Jing noticed that the person who came was just a cultivator in the fourth stage of Qi training, so he regarded him as a dead man.

"I, Monk Xianxingjian, brought a group of junior disciples to Qiluo Shanfang City. I heard that Sancai was looking for trouble with us, so he came over to ask about the situation, "The person who came is naturally Chen Mo." He learned about Wang Jing's stronghold from Feng Wanli and quickly rushed over.

"The monk of the Slanting Star Stream? Across the Thousands of Miles of Gongjie Mountain, it is really surprising that you can come to Qiluo Shanfang City," Wang is heard the oblique star stream, first stunned for a moment, and then said playfully.

You said you were a monk of the Slanting Star Stream, did you have to be?

With your realm of the fourth phase of Qi training, can you cross the Gongjie Mountain?

Seeing a flash, Chen Mo arrived at Wang Jing's side. Wang Jing immediately realized that something was wrong, he looked away, and was about to gather spiritual energy and fight to the death with the person in front of him, Chen Mo flicked his fingers towards Wang Jing's wrist vein, and Wang Jing's spiritual power was sealed.

Chen Mo casually took the teacup in front of Wang Jing, poured some black liquid into it, then pinched Wang Jing's nose and poured the tea into Wang Jing's mouth.

Wang Jing's spiritual power was sealed, and he fell into Chen Mo's hands like a little chicken, even if he was unwilling to do anything, he could only watch the spiced tea poured into his mouth.

It's over, it's all over.

Wang Jing can be sure that the other party's cultivation is definitely not what he can see, it is just the fourth phase of Qi training, but after the monks fight each other, after misjudgment, they can only obediently admit defeat, and it is not a game, and if you lose, you can start again.

In a similar way, the master taught himself.

This man is so weird. Before Wang Jing was confused, he also thought of one thing, the person in front of him must have already been to the side, and he had been spying on his movements here.

Obviously, he still had two of his subordinates, but one was driven away and the other was sent out.

Seeing Wang Jing slump to the ground, Chen Mo walked out with a smile on his face, reopened the access control casually, came to the private room next door, drank all the spiritual tea, put the cup on the table, and walked out of Qingyaju in a chic manner.

Whoever makes me feel bad, I will first make him feel bad.

Half an hour later, the Qingyaju Teahouse was in chaos, "Who the hell, who did it, hurry, return to the sect quickly, and report to the master." ”