Eleven natal flying swords were controlled by Chen Twelve to the newly built Burial Sword Pavilion, after the city lord of Wu bowed his head, the black-robed man signaled the white-clothed man to retreat to the corridor together, Wang Yougen stood with his hands in his hands, and watched the bearded old man fly onto the sword pavilion.

The lake breeze blows, the old man's big hand on the waist storage bag on the wisp, a boxy white jade seal is hanging in the palm of the palm, at this moment, the aura in the entire Shoucheng is stagnant, faintly as if it is restrained by something.

City Lord Wu also felt it, and then raised his hand, and the white jade seal floated up......

In the corridor, Chen Twelve said softly: "This thing is the seal of the city lord, and it is sacrificed by the city lord of Wu himself, and Shoucheng will become a small world of its own, and within a stick of incense, the cultivation of the city lord of Wu will be promoted to a great realm, which is equivalent to the middle of the Yuan Infant." ”

Wang Yougen was a little surprised, and felt that there was something in the other party's words, so he asked, "What does Brother Chen mean by this?"

The black-robed man tilted his head slightly, and said, "If the county lord Hou is in Suizhou County City, when the county lord's seal is sacrificed, he can also enter the god transformation stage in a short period of time...... There was something wrong with your words. ”

As a secret guard in the mansion, the man knows everything about the previous main hall, even if he is injured, the black robe can still hide in the huge city lord's mansion, for him, everywhere is a place of retreat.

Wang Yougen said solemnly: "Thank you Brother Chen for your kind reminder." ”

Chen Twelve was speechless, and Bai Yi was curious: "If the county lord Hou is not in the county town, is it still useful to sacrifice the county lord's seal?"

"A small realm. The black-robed man said bluntly.

As soon as the words fell, the sword in the pavilion was in vain, Chen Twelve held his breath and concentrated, the black robe on his body flew without wind in an instant, and the slightest sword qi touched the phantom spirit clothes, like hair standing upside down, and the next moment the "roots" were broken.

The old man looked at each other from a distance, and the man bowed his head to each other, and when he heard the sound of the sword, the city lord of Wu raised it with one hand, and the huge phantom palm was born in the sky in an instant, and when he pressed it, he looked in the corridor, as if he was covering the sky with one hand.

However, as the illusion of the City Lord Seal swelled instantly, the giant hand only happened to hold the jade seal.

And when he held it, a whole Shoucheng image pattern spread with the light, and the white-clothed figure trembled, and the hundreds of zhang graphics seemed to him to be the same as watching a movie in a movie theater......

Long streets and alleys, Lingbao Zhai, Wanfu Inn, city wall...... Everything Wang Yougen saw in the city was on the image at the moment, and even the figure of the shopkeeper was like a miniature version, looking forward to it under his own signboard.

With a loud shout on the Burial Sword Pavilion, all the illusions were pressed down in an instant, along with the entire Shoucheng picture, on the surface of the lake, layers of waves "undercurrent", when there was a splash of water, the Sword Pavilion was also faintly shaking.

In just an instant, the eleven flying swords were wrapped in an illusion, and they all escaped under the pavilion, and at the same time, the entire small lake exploded!

The city lord of Wu flicked his sleeves, and in the roar, the lake was like a rainbow but was pulled, and slowly returned to the lake, and waited until the storm subsided, and the city lord's seal fell.

After the old man put away the jade seal, he flew down to the corridor, and Wang Yougen turned his gaze back from the pavilion that did not leave a trace.

The black-robed man clenched his fists: "Thank you, city lord." ”

Words are crisp......

The old man smiled and waved his hand, and said solemnly: "Twelve, it's better to step into the golden body realm earlier, the old man is afraid that it won't be long before the city lord seal can't suppress your natal flying sword." ”

Chen Twelve bowed his head and immediately retired.

Bai Yi said: "Brother Chen, don't worry, today is a person of great joy, Wang learned some cooking skills from the miscellaneous servants of the Yuquan Sect, and he will make a few side dishes later, let's have a drink together, how about it?"

The two of them were shocked, a little unbelievable, now the miscellaneous servants of the Yuquan Sect are golden pimples, and their cooking skills will never be passed on! That is a steady stream of spirit stones!

However, the two of them didn't want to ask too much, after all, if the monk's roots were not revealed by himself, then it would be taboo if he did not want to reveal his unspeakable words.

Chen Twelve hesitated, and the old man said: "Twelve, the cooking skills of the Yuquan Sect are rare, the old man was fortunate enough to go to a banquet once, and he still thinks that his mouth is fragrant, and he doesn't drink a meal, which is really unreasonable." ”

"Twelve, it's better to be respectful than to obey orders. The black-robed man hugged his fists, but for the white-robed man, he didn't say a word, and he still had some mustard in his heart, and it was difficult to let go.

The old man saw this matter thoroughly, smiled and said "good", and then said to Wang Yougen: "The virtuous nephew is a genius, he really knows everything, which really makes the old man admire." ”

This kind of scene is said very sincerely, but it took a lot of effort for the old man to think about it, and now according to the seniority, it is indeed reasonable, but if it is according to the cultivation of both sides that the lord of Wu City thinks, he has to be honored as a senior.

Wang Yougen also called Uncle Wu simply, and said politely before going to the main hall together.

When the three of them arrived, Yan Bufu and the others were still appreciating the paintings, and the city lord of Wu could see at a glance that all the paintings were unusual, each one was like a piece of large and small spirit stones, and the forms were different, but it was like a natural thing!

Wu Mane couldn't help but tell his father about the Cuiqian Fairy.

After finishing speaking, the old man and Chen Twelve were still surprised.

Wang Yougen couldn't help but say: "I knew that the painting was so precious to her, I should have asked for a few more bloom beads." ”

"Shui Hua Zhu!" Pei Wu Ming said in a lost voice, Shui Hua Zhu was of great significance to him, and it was a rare thing, but after thinking about it, one painting for three realms was indeed much more priceless than that bead, after all, the monk broke through the realm, and it was very likely that he would be planted in a small realm in his life.

"Cui Qian gave two, is it a good deal?" asked the old man surnamed Pei in white clothes.

The old man was thoughtful, he didn't want to offend the Shui Hua Sect because of his inappropriate words, and he didn't dare to offend the person in front of him, so after a quick calculation, he smiled and said: "It's naturally cost-effective, everyone takes what they need, just right, and more importantly, the incense relationship with the Shui Hua Sect." ”

Bai Yi raised his hand and happily patted Pei Wu's shoulder: "What the predecessors said is very true, incense is very important, and I will ask for a few more next time." ”

The people in the main hall were a little helpless, this is to say, they still want Shui Huazhu, only Yan Bufu knows that Gushan is joking again, but he just wants to get acquainted with everyone.

The old man Pei Mingming was like the ancestor of the Zheng family, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and he smiled speechlessly.

"Don't be confused, the old man likes this old turtle stele very much, can you cut your love?" asked with a smile, but the corner of his eyes remained on the stone stele, and the four words written on it were "Natural Chitose".

Yan Bufu did not hide his joy, and gave the painting to his father-in-law very happily.

The old man is also happy, the four words just at a glance, it will stir up layers of ripples in the heart lake, he faintly has an intuition, if you look at it for a long time, maybe the old turtle stele will sneak into his own heart lake! It is very likely that like the green money, find the avenue!

Over the years, there has been no breakthrough in the cultivation of the Lord of Wucheng, and in the territory of Shoucheng, who does not know that at this moment, the old man tried his best to suppress the agitation in his heart.

After the painting was in the bag, Yan Bufu also asked the black-robed man to choose a pair, and the discerning person had already seen that Chen Twelve's eyes behind the mask were like electricity, staring straight at a picture of "thousands of weather" on the table.

The paintings on it not only show the sunset, the Thousand Peaks Waterfall, but also the elk, the Jinsong, the shepherd boy riding the green ox upside down, and so on.

In the eyes of the black-robed man, these seem to be sword qi rising horizontally!

What is surprising is that after Chen Twelve took a deep look at the painting, he actually hugged his fist at Yan Bufu and said: "Thank you Yan Gongzi for your kindness, Chen is ashamed of it." ”

Yan Bufu thought that the other party was polite, so he gave it again, but unexpectedly, the black-robed man still declined.

In Jiwei Alley, the smoke was filled, and the old man surnamed Cai squatted at the gate of the courtyard, spat on the ground, and muttered: "Stupid or stupid, wouldn't it be better to get it earlier, it has to be twists and turns, fate is so ups and downs, it's not enough to be idle......"

The lame man squinted, his feet moved half an inch on the stone steps, although he was already accustomed to his old friend's self-talk, he still couldn't help but say: "Old immortal, who are you talking about?"

"Who else can there be, your Uncle Chen, let it go...... Heavenly secrets must not be revealed. The old man said happily.

"Shao his mother Shinto said, endlessly, hurry up and give Uncle Tong a bite. The man urged.

"Hey, I can't help but smoke this tobacco leaf, go back and make up for it. ”

Watching the old friend slip back into the courtyard, the man scolded, there was no way, the surname Cai was famous for picking the door, and only a few people knew that if it weren't for the old man's temperament, there would definitely be one less monk in the world who was in the god transformation period, maybe many years ago, the "old immortal" had died of old age with his daughter-in-law.

It is precisely because of this that the man drank the old man's immortal wine that night and brewed a lot of thieves, which was enough for him to blow a lifelong cow in the cultivation realm of the Golden Crow Kingdom.

But the old man's lifeless temperament is even more famous, and he has made countless "Taoist friends" frightened, and it is not once or twice that he sacrifices his life for a man, but he can't brag about the surname Tong.

When the old man walked into the house, he couldn't help but talk, so he had to talk to himself: "Don't ...... with a lot of natal flying swords"

The words were not finished, and the old man frowned, he really didn't let a lot of his age go to his heart.

In the city lord's mansion, in the main hall, it turned out that Wang Yougen rolled up the painting that the black-robed man was looking at and forcibly gave it to the other party.

The face behind the mask was a little helpless, but he was also grateful, but he just thanked Yan Bufu: "Yan Gongzi, if he needs Chen to hand over the sword in the future, despite the words." ”

This sentence carries a lot of weight, especially on "other days"!

After Yan Bufu responded politely, he took back the rest of the scrolls one by one with the help of everyone.

Then, they sat down, Yan Bufu also proposed the bride price, and he was about to take out the waist storage bag, but the city lord of Wu said: "Don't be confused, I have given it, there is no need to give it again." ”

Yan Bufu was stunned for a moment, and the old man said truthfully: "Fang Cai's painting is priceless to the old man." ”

As soon as these words came out, Chen Twelve's head was bowed, and the rest of the three people who had to be painted were confused, and only then did they remember the matter of Cui Qian.

Wu Mane couldn't hold back his joy and said, "Dad, but it's ...... with the Cuiqian Fairy."

The old man smiled and bowed: "Don't confuse the talent, the pen is full of avenues, which is really incredible." ”

Then, after a few words, everyone knew what the old man felt, and then, Chen Twelve's words were amazing: "With Yan Gongzi's paintings, Chen's natal flying sword may never be more than eleven ......"

......

Wang Yougen felt that he had lost it, and the three guys were indifferent, but this thought was only fleeting.

He followed Yan Bufu to congratulate, without the slightest insincerity, and also threatened that he would have a good drink tonight, for the sake of the avenue.

Everyone is really a little emotional about the temperament of this Yuan Ying Wang Gushan, Wu Mane thinks that Wang Yougen is proud of life, and casual, it seems to be nothing more than two or two wines in the cup, and when he drinks it all in one sip, he is a "best friend".

After making too many jokes, Chen Twelve also unconsciously diluted his hatred for the white clothes beside him, and was willing to listen to some words in his heart, pondering and chewing them repeatedly, which seemed to be a little interesting.