Shen Luo looked coldly at the person who spoke, but said no more.

The qualifications of the three of them are not much better than Shen Luo, they just rely on their relationship with Ding Hua on weekdays, and others are more polite to them, but seeing Shen Luo's expression at this moment, they also feel very troubled, and they don't know what to do.

"What are you guys doing here?" At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shen Luo turned his head to follow the prestige, and saw a young man in a cyan robe, with a thin body and a scorched face, with one hand behind him, walking slowly towards this side with a cold expression.

"Senior Brother Ding......"

Seeing this, everyone's faces were slightly solemn, and they all saluted him, even Ding Yuan was no exception, it turned out that this person was none other than Ding Hua.

Although he and Ding Yuan are brothers, the two look very different, and their qualifications are very different. If someone who doesn't know sees it, it will never bind them together.

Seeing his inquiry, Shen Luo roughly explained what had happened, and there was no dissatisfaction mixed between his words.

"Bet ......" Ding Hua's tail note dragged on for an extremely long time, and he frowned slightly.

Ding Yuan on the side suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his cheeks, and his face was full of nervousness, for fear of being blamed.

Although he is an elder brother, in front of his younger brother, let alone putting on a brother's shelf, he doesn't dare to call himself a "brother", he really can't afford to provoke him since he was a child.

"Bai Xiaotian is also boring, betting this with you. Ding Hua finally snorted and said coldly.

Shen Luo's eyes flashed slightly.

This Senior Brother Ding, who is personally passed down by the Lord, doesn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all, and the only thing he cares about is Bai Xiaotian, who is also an inner disciple.

As for them, including Ding Yuan, they couldn't get into his eyes at all.

Shen Luo thought of this, and after saying goodbye, he turned around and left.

Before he had gone far, he vaguely heard Ding Hua's cold voice coming: "Competing with a waste, you are so ambitious, my face has been lost by you......"

The word "waste" came into his ears, and Shen Luo's eyes became colder, but his footsteps did not stop at all.

The fact that even a registered disciple of him can also cultivate Xiaohua Yang Gong is quite unpopular.

In addition, he is a "rich man" among his disciples, and he is the only "big fat sheep" who relies on yellow and white things to enter the door, so it is understandable that he was slandered behind his back.

But how do they know that they spend money, but what they cultivate is not work, but life.

When it comes to money, he is very open-minded, and he always lets these senior brothers take advantage of him from time to time on weekdays, so in general, his relationship with almost all his disciples is not bad.

However, in addition to Bai Xiaotian, the only person who is really a friend is Tian Tiesheng, who is also a subordinate of Master Luo.

Thinking that he might not live long, Shen Luo's mood became extremely bad, and he felt a faint chill in the depths of his heart, and his steps couldn't help but be three points faster.

Going all the way down from the Jade Emperor Palace, he met a lot of senior brothers along the way, and when Shen Luo met, he took the initiative to greet them one by one, and occasionally laughed with people he knew well.

In about half an hour, he came to the bluestone flat near the Lingguan Palace, where the quiet room where he lived.

However, Shen Luo didn't go back to the quiet room immediately, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, turned out of the bluestone flat, and walked towards the horizontal mountain road on the other side.

The road to this side is narrower than the rest of the mountain, and there are few people walking on weekdays, so few people clean it, and there are a lot of dead leaves accumulated on the road, some of which have rotted and soft, and they are soft to step on, and occasionally you can see some single-room houses on both sides, or made of stone or wood, most of which are very dilapidated.

Shen Luo seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and after walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house surrounded by half-human tall grass sitting on the side of the road.

This old house has obviously been abandoned for a long time, it has not been repaired for many years, the red paint on the wall has dried so badly that it has peeled off a lot, and it looks a little mottled, and the white paper on the doors and windows has been damaged for most of it, and even the window edges have traces of insect moth.

Shen Luo looked at the room a few times, nodded, then parted the weeds, walked to the porch, pushed open the leaky wooden door, accompanied by a "squeak" sound, a damp and moldy smell immediately came to his face.

He turned sideways, covering his nose with one hand and sweeping the air with the other.

After getting used to it, he glanced around the room.

The room was not large, and it was full of all kinds of damaged and broken tables and chairs, as well as some old brooms and buckets, all of which were stacked in a messy manner in the corners of the walls.

"I'm afraid there will be a ...... for this moldy energy I can't even look at it. Shen Luo muttered in a low voice.

Although there was disgust in his words, he did not hesitate in the slightest in the movements of his hands.

I saw Shen Luo step forward, take down the old chairs and stools piled on the table one by one, and pile them on the other side of the room with a little tidying.

After about a quarter of an hour, most of the waste tables and chairs were finally cleaned up to the other side.

At this time, Shen Luo's chest rose and fell a little, and he let out a long breath when he saw that all the tables and cases that were pressed under him were reexposed.

After Xiaohua Yang Gong was introduced, he could feel that his physique had strengthened a lot compared to the beginning, but just tossing like this, his back was still sweating a lot.

After Shen Luo rested for a while, he stepped forward, opened the drawers of those tables, and rummaged through them one by one.

The first drawer of "No ......" was empty.

"There is no ......" the second, just as empty.

"No ......"

......

After turning over seven or eight tables, just when Shen Luo was a little depressed and thought that he was going to work in vain, he finally found out.

"There it is!"

The ninth was a broken two-legged table, and when the drawer was opened, a worn-out book with a blue cover was finally revealed.

He worked hard to clean up these dilapidated tables and chairs, naturally not to simply clean the house, but to rummage through these books left by the previous owner.

In addition to those basic Taoist classics such as the Tao Te Ching, there are not many books in the Spring and Autumn Temple, and most of them are private books of the elders, so it is not easy to borrow.

Shen Luo has liked to read all kinds of miscellaneous books since he was a child, and then in order to find a way to save himself, he read a lot of miscellaneous books, and a few wonderful medicines in the pharmacy at home.

In those years, he developed the habit of turning books at night, and the Spring and Autumn View has been closed for a long time, and he is not good at letting his family send books over, so he has to look for some books everywhere in the view.

Because he had stumbled upon some magazines and travelogues from a few other abandoned empty houses before, which were very useful to him, he came to try his luck again this time, but he didn't expect to really turn out another one for him.

"Chronicle of Zhang Tianshi's Demon Subjugation......" Shen Luo picked up the somewhat trendy ancient book, carefully looked at a few vertical characters on the cover, and read it again.