The movement was too big, and Wu Baili and Yuan Qian, who had already selected other trees and vines, turned back. "What's going on? Who's bidding?"

Su Hansheng was worried that Chongjue would be scolded by Wu Baili and Yuan Qian, who did not know his identity, so he hurriedly blocked in front of him: "My hand slipped."

Chongjue was slightly stunned, lowered his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, his fingers rubbing the Buddha beads on his wrist, as if the temperature of the warm palm was still on his fingertips.

Wu Baili stopped talking and looked at Yuan Qian. Yuan Qian rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and waved his two fingers to make a "please" gesture.

Wu Baili seemed to have lifted the ban, and sneered: "Congratulations to the young gentleman for being someone else's little wife, don't forget to invite us to a glass of happy wine then." Su Hansheng: When "......" first met, did Wu Baili have such a yin and yang weirdness?

Yuan Qian said helplessly: "The little wife is confused, don't prevent someone from making trouble every year, the connection has been opened, and we can't run even if we want to run now." "

The little wife surnamed Shu:

Su Hansheng didn't hold back, and boldly turned his head and glared at Chongjue. It's all to blame for this man's indiscriminate bargaining.

It's just that when he turned around and stared at him with his eyes down, the smile at the end of his eyes didn't seem to dissipate, as if he had been looking at him for a long time.

Su Hansheng was stunned. This laughs...... It's not like the elders looking at the juniors, how strange it is.

Before he could think about it, he saw the shopkeeper of Moti Zhai holding the wooden sign of the vine of the sacred tree and walking towards him respectfully. - Look at the posture is to ask for money.

Su Hansheng pretended to be calm, straightened his sleeves, and asked Yuan Qian in a low voice: "What natural treasures do we have?"

"I molted a skin on the spot, barely counting eighteen years of snake molting." Yuan Qian Zhengse said, "Eighty percent can be worth five hundred spirit stones." Shu Hansheng patted Yuan Qian's shoulder and sighed: "Keep your leather robe and wear it yourself."

Yuan Qian: "......"

Chongjue's gaze always fell on Su Hansheng, almost staring, the cold and quiet Mo Qing's eyes seemed to be spinning and distorting, and there was a faint imperceptible desire and oppression in the depths of his pupils.

If you look at your eyes alone, you will be shocked by the covetousness in the depths. But he forced himself to pretend to be calm and gentle, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and he was out of the ordinary.

Begging Zhao frowned.

Chongjue was indifferent, walked to Su Hansheng's side without a trace, and deliberately broke into the young man's sight. "I can ...... for you"

I haven't finished paying the bill, shopkeeper

It was close in front of him, and Su Hansheng immediately slapped Chongjue by an elbow, signaling him not to speak, and nodding at people as if nothing happened.

Chongjue: "......"

The shopkeeper smiled, probably never saw a rich man who bought two broken vines with 30,000 spirit stones, and held the wooden card up with a smile: "Xiao Daojun is so young, he is really a hero and a young man."

Su Hansheng said with a smile: "The shopkeeper said that he was joking, it's just 30,000 spirit stones-Baili, look at those two vines, how are they in condition? Do you still like it?"

The shopkeeper smiled even more happily: "Dare to spend a lot of money for your friends, it's really affectionate and righteous!"

Su Han stared at Wu Baili. Wu Baili sneered and said in disgust: "That broken vine is worth 30,000 spirit stones? Whom should the diaphragm do, don't. "

The corners of the shopkeeper's lips stiffened.

Su Hansheng said embarrassedly: "Baili, but I have already asked for the price, and I am about to pay."

"I don't care if you call him or not," Ubriel glanced at him, "I've changed my mind now, I don't want that broken vine...... You buy me that, and our grudge will be over. "

Shu Hansheng glanced at it and said in shock: "But that spiritual weapon has already been called 100,000!" Ubali sneered again and again.

Su Hansheng coaxed him a few more words, and looked at the shopkeeper in embarrassment: "Hey, the shopkeeper has also seen it, my friend is a little difficult to serve, can I retreat the Divine Tree Vine first, and then re-bid for other spiritual weapons?"

The shopkeeper has also seen the guests who regret the price after asking for it, and they often beat it up and blast it out, but now this little Taoist is extraordinary, and his clothes are either rich or expensive, and the other spiritual weapon he wants to buy is surprisingly expensive.

If this order can be done...

The shopkeeper hesitated: "But you have already made a bid......

"Oops." Su Hansheng grabbed the shopkeeper's shoulder and stuffed a handful of spirit stones into his hand, "You just go to find someone who is lower than me and sell it to him again at a discount, this is not to save a lot of trouble in rebidding." "

The shopkeeper thought for a long time, and gritted his teeth slightly: "Then I'll ask first." The chick pecked the rice and nodded.

Seeing the shopkeeper leave, Su Hansheng immediately changed his style of being a talented man, and happily came to Wu Baili's side: "The acting skills are good, Baili, the shopkeeper was bluffed and stunned."

Wu Baili rubbed his eyebrows: "Then you won't be able to buy magic weapons in Moti Zhai in the future." I didn't care about the cold sound

, anyway, when Xu Nanzhi comes back, he can buy everything.

Yuan Qian ate melon seeds on the side, and said curiously: "Then will you still ask for that magic weapon?" Call a fart. Su Han said with a big grin, "Let's retreat the Divine Tree Vine and run." All:

After Su Hansheng finished saying the foul words he learned from somewhere, he realized that his uncle was also there, so he quickly covered his mouth for fear of being beaten, and looked cautiously at Chongjue next to him.

Chongjue was really displeased, and looked at him with heavy eyes, as if he could take out a rattan and whip him in the next moment.

Su Hansheng finally eased his relationship with Chongjue, and didn't want to break up anymore, so he grinned and tugged at Chongjue's sleeve flatteringly: "Senior Brother Wen, don't be angry, I won't talk about it in the future."

Chongjue looked down at him tugging at his paws, sighed silently, and said, "Don't want the Divine Tree Vine?"

"Yes." Seeing that he was not angry, Su Hansheng said with crooked eyes, "But I really don't have any money, so I can only wait for my fourth senior brother to come back." Chongjue patiently asked, "Didn't you ask the others?"

Like uncle?

Shu Hansheng thought for a while: "I've asked everything I can ask again, 30,000 spirit stones is not a small amount."

Chongjue: "......"

Chongjue saw that the hint was fruitless, his fingers gently rubbed a Buddhist bead engraved with runes on his wrist, and the hand he was holding was cold.

Su Hansheng was defenseless, and was led to point his finger on the Buddha beads. With a slight movement of his mind, it turned out to be a storage artifact.

There was a burst of Sanskrit sounds, and the cold sound was slightly closed and brought into it, and the spirit stone mines all over the mountains suddenly broke into view. Chilling Voice: "......"

Su Hansheng's eyes widened and looked at Chongjue.

Isn't Buddhism all about not eating the fireworks of the world, and the monks in the book who have attained the Tao have entered the world, and they are all carrying a bowl and doing asceticism all the way, and they have to suffer for many years to become Buddhas.

How can the World Venerable of Mount Meru have a bunch of spirit stone mines?!

Chongjue still maintained the posture of clasping Su Hansheng's wrist, lowering his eyes to meet the shock in the young man's eyes. He seems to have enjoyed this wholehearted ...... His gaze alone.

Only at this time, the hollow in Chongjue's heart that was shattered by the phoenix flower clusters all over the sky seemed to be filled with a fluttering look, and the angry killing intent that could not be vented in his heart was appeased in an instant.

The flower vine that killed himself in his previous life quietly turned into a chain that bound the neck of the beast.

After the shock of the cold sound, Amber's eyes suddenly seemed to reflect a beautiful reflection

Bright as fireworks, he cheered, and tiptoed forward to hug Chongjue's neck.

"Uncle...... Senior Brother Wen is really affectionate and righteous, and he spends a lot of money!"

Chongjue chuckled, stretched out his hand and was about to hug Su Hansheng, but the young man had happily pushed him away and squeezed into the crowd. "Wait, I'm going to buy the Divine Tree Vine ......! Shopkeeper, hey!"

Chongjue's smile froze.

Su Hansheng was short, and it took him a long time to squeeze in front of the shopkeeper, and he hurriedly said, "Has the Divine Tree Vine turned out?" I'm rich......... Ahem, I mean, my uncertain friend wants the Sacred Tree Vine again. "

Chong Jue looked through the crowd and looked at the back of his head, and his hand that wanted to hug people hung down slightly-obviously the desire to hug people was not filled, but he smiled for some reason.

Su Hansheng asked Xu Nan to ask for spirit stones, and they all used "borrowing". But he didn't say a word of greeting to Chongjue's spiritual stone mine, and directly took it for himself affectionately, and shouted "I'm rich".

Shu Hansheng didn't notice the problem at all, and looked at the shopkeeper with his eyes.

The shopkeeper was full of embarrassment: "Xiaodaojun is angry, just now the Fang girl who is not going to be old has passed a letter, the Divine Tree Vine is not for sale for the time being, and I want to send it to her immediately."

Su Hansheng said blankly: "Huh? But ...... "But he really has money."

The shopkeeper sighed, and stuffed back the spirit stone that Fang had given him with a cold voice: "Xiaodaojun, don't be surprised, so let's do it, today you can choose a magic weapon below a thousand spirit stones at random in the Moti Zhai, and it will be regarded as a gift for your sins."

Su Hansheng hung his head, and he couldn't buy it forcibly, so he could only look around and find Wu Baili.

Wu Baili had long lost hope in the vine of the Divine Tree, and was stroking a longbow engraved with runes on the side, his brows furrowed and he didn't know whether he was satisfied.

Seeing the cold voice coming, he raised his eyebrows and said, "How, have you retreated?"

Su Hansheng nodded, cheered up and helped Wu Baili buy an ordinary bow before returning to Chongjue's side.

Chongjue seemed to be having a good time with Qi Fu Zhao, and when he saw him coming, his voice suddenly softened. "What's wrong?"

Su Hansheng shook his head: "They don't sell again." Chongjue frowned slightly.

"It's fine." Shu Hansheng raised his head and smiled reluctantly, "I also saved 30,000 spirit stones for Senior Brother Wen - if my senior brother knew that I was a loser like this, he would definitely hang me up and smoke it, and I would be spared a beating now." "

;

Chongjue brushed the scattered strands of hair on his forehead behind his ears and said softly, "No." No one will touch a single hair of the cold sound under his nose.

After a toss, everyone returned home.

Su Hansheng received a summons from Ying Jianhua on the spirit boat and asked him to go to Siwangzhai.

When he arrived at the Wendao Palace, Chongjue first returned to the Houshan Buddha Hall, and was about to say goodbye to the other three people, when Qi Fuzhao suddenly stopped him. "Shaojun."

Su Hansheng stopped and looked at him.

Qi Fu Zhao said softly: "That Wen Jingyu ......" Su Hansheng was puzzled: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Wen?"

Qi Fu Zhao hesitated, wanted to speak for a long time, but still couldn't hold back the uneasiness in his heart, and whispered: "He seems to be ...... to Shaojun. Misdeeds.

He went to greet him a few times in the Moti Zhai, and he always felt that the person seemed to be different from the last time he met at the Wendao Festival.

Su Hansheng was stunned, and said in surprise: "Plotting against you? You say Wen Jingyu?" Beggar Zhao: "Yes."

Su Hansheng: "Just Wen Jingyu who went to the ink tire with us?" …… Uh, yes. "

Su Hansheng immediately leaned back and laughed, and tears came out: "How is it possible, you are wrong, right?" Chongjue doesn't understand love at all, let alone being separated from him.

Although I don't understand what Chongjue, who experienced in the Infernal Prison in his previous life, what would be that crazy appearance, the current Sumeru Mountain Shizun is a high mountain that no one can climb and blasphemy

The flower, touch it, you have to kneel three times and nine times to repent of your dirty desires.

After what happened last time, although Su Hansheng had some awkward thoughts in his heart, even if he daydreamed, he never imagined that Chongjue would plot against him, a junior.

Seeing that Su Hansheng swore so confidently, he also hesitated a little, and only nodded after a while, and turned to other things. Today, in another year, I saw the person who was following Shaojun.

This topic became a little fast, and before the cold voice that had just finished laughing had not realized the point of loss in his heart, he was taken aback by these words. Is someone really stalking me?

Well, a man in black. Begging Zhao Dao, But I didn't see his face, but I saw that the cultivation must be above the god realm. Su Hansheng suddenly remembered the strange appearance of Qi Fu Zhao today, and hurriedly said: "Then have you been hurt by him?"

Qi Fu Zhao was stunned, his eyes became gentle, and he said softly:

"No-Shaojun just take care of himself, if there is no urgency these days, it's better not to go out of the school palace.

Su Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, Senior Brother hasn't come back yet, so I'll live in the Buddha Hall first." Chongjue will definitely be able to protect him.

Seeing that the time for Ying Jianhua to let him pass was about to come, Su Hansheng stuffed a few bottles of elixir to Qi Fu Zhao, and then hurried to Siwangzhai.

It's just that I don't know if it's affected by the words of Begging Zhao, along the way to the Wendao Academy, Su Hansheng vaguely felt that someone seemed to be following him.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and he hurriedly trotted and rushed to Siwangzhai. The painting has been waiting for a long time. Ying Zhijin was also there for some reason, and Changkong was respectfully serving tea to her.

Su Hansheng stepped forward cautiously, lest the two quarrel again. Senior brother, second senior sister, good afternoon, have you eaten them all?

Ying Zhijin sat on the chair with her legs folded, slowly brushed open the empty teapot, and asked the ghost boy on the side to pour wine for her, and let it be a little easier.

"I heard Nan Lian say that you want three thousand years of divine tree vines, and there are just two of them every year today, do you still like it?"

With her words, the young man dressed in a robe of other years held two twisted vines and respectfully served in front of Su Hansheng.

Su Hansheng was stunned, and carefully identified the sacred tree vines as the two that were singing in the ink tire at noon, and looked at Ying Zhijin in surprise. Masters......

The shopkeeper once said that it was needed by the Fang girl in another year, is it..

Su Hansheng recalled the sentence when Ying Zhijin and Ying Jianhua met and quarreled, "Inherit and live well every year", and he was still wondering why he inherited other years.

Dare to know that Jin is another year's Fang girl?

Su Hansheng finally understood whose thighs to hold, and hurriedly ran forward, and said obediently: Thank you, senior sister.

Ying Zhijin touched his head, spit out a puff of smoke, and said slowly: "Good."

Shu Hansheng choked on the smell of tobacco, tilted his head and coughed a few times. Ying Zhijin raised his eyebrows and handed him the cigarette stick: How old are you who can't smoke, come, try it?

Su Hansheng has a sense of freshness about things that he has not tried, and happily raises his hand to take it. Ying Jianhua, who was always expressionless on the side, finally said coldly: Don't take him badly-Xiao Xiao, come.

Su Hansheng tilted his head to look at him.

Ying Jianhua raised his hand, and Changkong hurriedly placed a storage spirit mustard engraved with the shape of a black magpie in his hand, and he said lightly: "Senior brother also has something."

Here you go.

The storage spirit mustard is worth a lot of money at a glance, and there must be a pile of spirit stone mines in it.

After this battle, Su Hansheng also knew the importance of the spirit stone, so he quickly changed his thighs and hugged it, and stretched out his hands to wait for the spirit stone: Thank you, senior brother.

Ying Zhijin lazily propped his head, looking at Ying Jian's painting with a smile.

Ying Jianhua pinched the black magpie-like Sumeru mustard, and said: "This is the relic Sumeru mustard left by the master, I asked Changkong to bring it from Yingxu Zong's Dengming Temple overnight, and it should be handed over to you."

Su Hansheng's smile froze.

It's a dream again.

The cold voice was muffled, and he wanted to move back to Zhijin's side.

It should be seen that the picture is like sinking water, forcibly carrying the back of his neck - probably thinking that he is dirty, and there is a thin layer of frost on the fingertips of his two fingers, which makes his neck shiver with a cold sound.

What to run, don't want it?

Su Hansheng didn't dare to say no, so he saved himself from being beaten, and said: Didn't you say that you would give it to me after I reached the crown? In his previous life, it was because of this Sumeru mustard that he stepped into Qi Jianyi's trap step by step. Su Xuanlin still owes money from Banqingzhou, where can he leave how many good things to him.

At that time, I thought you were going to let Sumeru mustard recognize the Lord, but I was afraid that you would not be able to stand the collision at your young age, so I thought about waiting for the crown.

Ying Jianhua pinched Sumeru's hand and rubbed it gently, and he didn't know what to think, so he whispered for a while: "Elder Xie said yesterday......

Sumeru mustard, who was supposed to be enshrined in the Dengming Temple of Ying Xu Sect, suddenly seemed to be urged by the master, and his spiritual power was wanton, struggling to escape from Ying Xu Zong.

Xie Zhizhi forcibly restrained Sumeru mustard, only to find out that the natal spirit mustard of Su Xuanlin had already recognized Su Hansheng as the master.

When the cold sound came out of Siwangzhai, his brows were still furrowed. He had never seen this Sumeru mustard, let alone let it recognize the master, and it must have been a ghost made by Su Xuanlin back then.

However, did Su Xuan know that he would fall before he went to the Babel Tower of Buzhou Mountain?

The more he thought about the things of the previous generation, the more he felt a headache, what holy relics were rotten Uncle Kepu, the mother of the Fuer clan, he had a big heart, even if he encountered any dangerous things, he could quickly leave them behind, and now when he calculated carefully, he had accumulated a lot of broken things.

The uncle who is connected by blood wants to kill him, Chongjue may be calculated by his best friend to be sent to Infernal Prison, and the silver lamp falls into the abyss dragon....

Su Hansheng had a splitting headache, patted his already unsmart head hard, and decided to take one step at a time. There is still some time before the third quarter of the Shen time, so I still go to find Wubai

Let's dive into it.

The spirit weapon below 1,000 spirit stones was sent by Mo Fetus Zhai and used to buy a bow for Wu Baili.

At this time, Wu Baili was in the center of the courtyard of Luowu Zhai, holding a bow with a long body, a little cold light flashed in his eyes, and the tip of the arrow went straight to the void not far away.

Yuan Qian Zhengsedao: Baili.

Ubairi concentrated: Huh?

"I think we need to talk about it again." Yuan Qian's tail was straightened, and he stood in the open space ten zhang away, with an apple on his head as a target, and said seriously, It was Shaojun who broke your bow, why did you pull me as a live target?

Wu Baili squinted his eyes and said casually: You are not beautiful enough. Yuan Qian: ...... What, what?

Wu Baili realized that he had told the truth, and impatiently let go of his arrow. Boom.

The arrow pierced straight through the apple on Yuan Qian's head, directly crushing the flesh, and falling down from Yuan Qian's head.

Yuan Qianmian was not afraid, raised his hand and stuffed a few pieces of flesh on his face into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely: "It turns out that you still look at your face and act towards others.

Ubaili ignored him, frowning and groping for the new bow in his hand. Still not very handy.

Wu Baili tried a few arrows in a row, and Yuan Qian was full of apples. Su Hansheng happily held the vines of the two sacred trees, smoked the grass on the road all the way and played happily, and walked back to Luowuzhai.

Wu Baili glanced at the sound of the cold and ignored him. Su Hansheng pretended to be indifferent and walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qian squinted his eyes and smiled: I, the innocent snake, am being punished for Shaojun.

Su Han said: Baili is still angry?

Wu Baili frowned and said, "Get up, don't hurt you."

Su Hansheng sounded like acting, and immediately looked distressed: Baili, if you are still angry, then beat me out of anger, beat me hard, I will never resist, and I will not shout pain.

The corners of Ubaili's lips twitched slightly.

As he spoke, he said that he was guilty of sin, and he pulled out the vine of the divine tree hidden behind him: "Just use the vine of the divine tree for three thousand years to whip me!

Ubaili was stunned.

Yuan Qian followed the snake and swam over, saw the real vine of the sacred tree, and made a "chirping" sound.

"It's really a vine of the sacred tree."

Seeing that Wu Baili's always indifferent face rarely showed a little surprise, Su Hansheng was satisfied, and he was happy and waiting to praise. Wu Baili took the vine of the sacred tree and stroked it non-stop, and only said for a long time: You stole it?

Shu Hansheng glared at him unhappily: Don't slander me, this is a gift from my senior sister, it is genuine, it is enough to make a bow.

Ubaili saw that it was not stolen, so he put his mind at ease. He tried the feel of the vine of the Divine Tree, and he didn't know what to think of, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Su Shaojun, who was still waiting for praise.

"Shaojun just said, let me use this vine to whip you......" Wu Baili seemed to be smiling, but still counting? Chilling Voice: .. …

In the end, the cold sound of self-reliant evil fruit was almost chased out of Luowuzhai by Wu Baili with a cry.

After such a toss, when Su Hansheng hugged the book to the Houshan Buddha Hall, it was exactly three o'clock in the morning.

Chongjue sat on the futon as usual and closed his eyes to recuperate, the black robe had been changed into a snow-white robe, and sitting in the Buddhist hall made people feel peaceful just by looking at it.

Su Hansheng sat on his knees, his eyes inadvertently glanced, and suddenly remembered the sentence of Qi Fu Zhao. …… Plotting against you.

Chongjue's eyebrows and eyes are like Buddha statues, as if he will never fall into the sea of desire. Where is the ill-intentioned appearance?

Su Hansheng shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and while taking out the book and preparing to do the homework assigned by the mountain chief today, he said casually: "Uncle is going to another year today, but he has something important to do?

Chongjue's eyes didn't open, and said: Buy Buddha beads.

Su Hansheng was puzzled in his heart. Isn't Chongjue able to take out a bunch of Buddhist beads to give away on weekdays, why do you have to go out of your way to buy Buddhist beads?

Chongjue finally opened his eyes and looked at him lightly: "Are you going to stay here tonight?"

Su Hansheng remembered that Qi Fu Zhao said that someone was secretly following him, and he had plans to stay in the Buddhist hall, so he pretended to be calm when he heard the words: "Isn't this too annoying uncle, let's wait and see if the Buddhist scriptures can be copied."

Chongjue said "um" and continued to close his eyes.

In the end, the Buddhist scriptures that were longing for the cold sound were naturally not copied well, and they happily rubbed in the Buddhist hall for another night.

Chongjue never came to the house to sleep, and the sound of the cold should have occupied the big bed, smelling the familiar fragrance of Bodhi flowers around him, and after a while, he fell asleep and fell into a deep sleep.

Sleepy cold sounds often sleep until dawn, and rarely wake up halfway. Tonight, for some reason, the third watch suddenly had a palpitation in the middle of the night, and it seemed that he stepped on the air in his dream, and he was directly startled

Awake.

It seemed that someone was beating a drum in his ears, and he was confused and gasping for a long time, and he turned over, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the side of the bed.

There was no light in the dormitory, only the moonlight poured in from the window lattice, casting shadows in the huge room.

The cold sound and his breath slammed violently.

The moonlight poured down on the wide robe like a flowing Milky Way, like seeing a dark lotus swaying in the wind. - Someone sat on the edge of his bed watching him.