Shen Lang's expression was condensed, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"I was about to ask you this, how dare you frame my friend, is it true that I Shen Lang is not angry?" Shen Lang replied coldly.

"We framed? She stole the treasure of my treasure house, and we are only temporarily holding her, and we will let her go as soon as she hands her over her things. The old man said sharply, "But you Shen Lang don't care about destroying my Baibao House shop, you must give us an explanation for today's matter!" ”

Shen Lang smiled coldly: "Confess? Okay......"

As the words fell, he lifted the pen again.

At this moment, everyone's complexion changed, and even the old man's face showed a touch of surprise.

Before this, he had heard of Shen Lang's name, what nine poems Mingzhou, what Shuangwen Zhenguo and the like, and he also knew that this Shen Lang was a genius valued by the Confucian Temple.

But so what, Shen Lang's own strength is only nine grades, and the Temple of Literature has always ignored the internal disputes of the human race, unless there is a high-grade monk who shoots at a low-grade monk, he will not pay attention to it even if he is killed.

What's more, now they didn't really want to kill Shen Lang, they just wanted to use this Fang Fei to force him to hand over a few treasures.

But who would have thought that this Shen Lang would directly sacrifice the war poem, and in a sudden situation, directly blew the Baibao House into pieces.

And the power of this war poem is really a bit incredible.

Is this really what the Jiupin Confucian Habitat can perform?

The old man was a little unsure.

"The Temple of Literature does not allow high-level monks to make a move against low-level monks, but if you take the initiative to provoke now, I will kill you on the spot, and the Temple of Literature has nothing to say!" The old man's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were even more murderous.

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged and said, "You might as well try it." ”

Although he was calm on the surface, he still pinched a cold sweat in his heart, this old man was full of restraint and blood, at least he was a martial artist above the seventh grade. Once he started, he was not sure of winning at all.

What I want to gamble on now is the attitude of the Jiyun Club.

"Stop!"

Sure enough, as the two sides were tense again, they saw more than ten people above the Lingbao Pavilion coming into the sky.

In addition to several directors of Lingbao Pavilion, there were also Cao Yu and Zhang Fuyin.

Seeing him, Shen Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on here?" The first person looked at the fragments of the Hundred Treasure House and asked with a frown.

The old man hugged his fists and said: "Cao Jie is in charge, this Fang Fei stole the treasures of my Baibaowu, and after my Baibaowu detained her, she has always been courteous, and promised her that as long as she handed over the stolen objects, she could be let go back." But now, this Shen Lang actually directly urged Zhan Shi to destroy my Hundred Treasure House, Steward Cao, you must be the master for us! ”

This Cao Jie is Cao Yu's eldest brother.

Cao Jie looked at Shen Lang and said, "Is there such a thing?" ”

Shen Lang hugged his fists and said: "Steward Cao, my friend is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't even have the slightest cultivation, but this old horseman slandered her for stealing treasures from the Hundred Treasure House, and I don't know if you can believe such jokes?" ”

"Shen Lang, who are you scolding?!" The old man said angrily.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes: "Whoever answers, scolds whom." ”

The old man was covered in blood and blood, but he didn't dare to do it at the moment.

He called a few good words in a row, and then looked at Cao Jie and said: "Steward Cao, I am waiting to do business on the flying boat, and I like Jiyunhui's impartial attitude, and today I also ask Steward Cao to give me and other businessmen an explanation." If you want to protect Shen Lang, I have nothing to say, at most, I will get off the boat after arriving in the Southern Demon Kingdom, and I will never get on this Jiyun flying boat in the future! ”

Cao Jie frowned, he didn't want to care about this all the time, he was afraid of this situation.

Regardless of whether Shen Lang is reasonable or not, as long as this old man makes such a fuss, the shops on the ship will have a grudge against Jiyunhui.

"Shen Lang, do you have anything to say?" Cao Jie asked.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Since this old man said that he lost something, let's talk about what he lost." ”

"A ghost script!" The old man's eyes gleamed with greed.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Then tell me what you wrote." ”

The old man's face was full of anger, and he said, "How can you just recite a manuscript involving the Great Dao?" You take things out, and the old man will naturally be able to distinguish the authenticity. ”

This is a bit shameless to say, and many onlookers around secretly spit on it, this old man is really shameless.

Fang Fei bit her lip lightly and pulled Shen Lang's sleeve: "Childe, the little woman has no ......"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know everything." After appeasing Fang Fei, he looked at the old man and said with a smile, "I remembered this." But the manuscripts are all over the inn, would you like to pick them up with me? ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of discussion around them.

Shen Lang actually admitted it like this, what about the momentum that destroyed people's pavilions just now?

Even those who are familiar with Shen Lang are also stunned, this is a master who would rather not bend, and he was only a small ten-grade student realm that day, so he dared to ask the saint to behead Zhao Hao, the general of the Huaining Palace.

Now in the face of such an old man of the Chamber of Commerce, he actually admits it?!

However, it was not their turn to speak here, and Cao Jie only nodded slightly and said, "Since that's the case, let's go to the inn." ”

The old man naturally did not refuse, and the group arrived outside the inn.

"I'll go upstairs to get something, Fang Fei, you wait here for a while." Shen Lang patted Fang Fei's hand.

Fang Feiqiao's face was slightly red, and she nodded obediently.

When Shen Lang walked into the inn, he saw that the hall was already full of people, all of whom looked at him with strange expressions. However, Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged, and he went upstairs directly into his room.

The moment the door closed, Shen Lang consciously entered the Wen Palace and came to the bank of the Nalan River.

"Mother, can you help me?"

"Yes."

Above the Lanjiang River, Zhen Luo's phantom replied softly.

There was still a lot of discussion outside the inn, and they knew the ghosts, and the manuscript naturally knew it, but when these two words were connected, they didn't know what was going on at all.

"What is a ghost script?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"It's an article that carries the ghost cultivation avenue." Someone immediately replied.

"And such articles?!"

Soon, the matter at the auction of Lingbao Pavilion a few days ago spread throughout the crowd.

"Pull the ghost path with the manuscript...... Isn't this nonsense! The text carries the Tao is unique to Confucianism and Taoism, how is this possible! ”

"Don't doubt it, you'll find out in a moment."

The group of people waited outside the inn for nearly an hour before they saw Shen Lang walk out with a volume of manuscripts in his hand.

"It's coming!"

Shen Lang walked next to Fang Fei and saw that her eyes were full of melancholy.

"Don't worry, it's just a manuscript. Besides, whether he has the ability to take it or another story. Shen Lang smiled.

The old man stared at Shen Lang's Chinese manuscript, and a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

Even from such a distance, he had already sensed the power of the ghost path coming from the manuscript. That eerie and cold feeling seemed to freeze his mind.

There is no doubt that this must be a high-grade ghost script!

"Old horseman, but this volume?" Shen Lang raised the manuscript in his hand.

The old man said coldly: "Just show the old man." ”

At this moment, he didn't care what Shen Lang called him, his whole attention was on the manuscript.

Cao Yu was sweating profusely on the side, but he had been sealed before he came, and he couldn't speak at all.

Zhang Fuyin's expression was calm, but if you looked closely, you could find that the cold glint in his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand and threw the manuscript over.

The old man hurriedly opened it, and the first two words that came into his eyes were "painted skin"!