In the Imperial Spirit Sect, Mo Shiping, who walked out of the Iron Qin and Bronze Sword Tower with a smile, did not go back to his residence directly, but changed his route to Wancaopu.

Since it was still early, there were only a few white-robed disciples waiting in line in front of Wancaopu at this time. Ma Zhongliang in front of the cabinet took out the medicinal materials from the shelves in an orderly manner and packed them in turn with oiled paper. No matter whether there are stacks in front of the shop or a crowd at the door, Ma Zhongliang has always been like this, not in a hurry or impatient.

When the previous senior brother was taking care of the Wancao Shop, most of the disciples who came to buy medicinal herbs brought their own bamboo baskets and silk cloths for packaging. After Ma Zhongliang took over, once he met a disciple who came and went in a hurry, but he accidentally shook off the medicinal herbs in his arms and scattered all over the place. After Ma Zhongliang stepped forward to help pick it up, he silently went down the mountain. Since then, every packet of medicinal herbs handed out by Wancaopu has been wrapped in oiled paper.

Mo Shiping did not rush forward to say hello, but silently stopped and waited aside. And Ma Zhongliang didn't seem to see him, just busy with the work in hand.

There were comings and goings in front of Wancao Shop, and it took about half an hour before there was finally a gap. Ma Zhongliang handed out the last packet of herbs, and at this time, there was only one young man who had been waiting for a long time in Wancaopu.

Ma Zhongliang's eyes hesitated, hesitated for a moment, and finally put down the work in his hand, and asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

If Han Shuangcheng is again, I'm afraid he will be a little jealous and scolded. Because since he met Ma Zhongliang, whenever he came to Wancaopu, Ma Zhongliang never took the initiative to speak to him. At first, Han Shuangcheng was a little strange, but later he was not surprised, he could see that Ma Zhongliang was old-fashioned and stubborn, and he would say that he would not open his mouth if he was unwilling to speak.

Mo Shiping bowed slightly and clenched his fists, and said with a smile: "I came to worship Senior Brother Xie Ma." ”

"It's a lot of effort, so much to worry about. Ma Zhongliang frowned, lowered his head and continued to pack up the medicinal materials at hand.

"Etiquette cannot be abolished, and the focus is also repeated. Seeing the sages and thinking together, there should be this worship. Mo Shiping straightened up, and he said this very sincerely.

Mo Shiping looked at the shop for a long time, and during this period, an inner disciple in a brand-new yellow robe waved his hand and proudly purchased dozens of precious medicinal materials that he knew by just hearing the name. There were also outer disciples wearing old white robes, and they shyly reported the names of a few cheap medicinal materials, but Ma Zhongliang still carefully wrapped this medicinal herb worth a few points in oil paper and handed it to the other party, as expressionless as ever, and did not look at him head-on from beginning to end. It wasn't until the man left cautiously with the medicinal herbs that Ma Zhongliang casually glanced at his back, but immediately withdrew it.

This scene naturally fell in Mo Shiping's eyes, and he remembered that when he went back to Turtle Town to drink with Li Facai and Wang Fugui before, after three rounds of drinking, Wang Fugui drunk and smiled and talked about a previous experience.

Wang Fugui said that when he went to the big man's house to collect the bucket, what he was most afraid of seeing was the housekeeper who guarded the door, and he was the most troublesome, and he would point and point non-stop. Some housekeepers frowned from the moment he entered the door, staring at him tightly, like a thief, for fear that he would do some stealing and touching dogs. The eyes of these butlers are usually cold, wary, and disdainful. For these, Wang Fugui is accustomed to it, and he doesn't feel that there is anything to be sad about. But sometimes, he will meet some old housekeepers who are old and have gray hair, which is the last thing Wang Fugui wants to meet. Because in the eyes of the old butler, there is occasional pity and sympathy. Wang Fugui can't see these things the most, and his heart will become more and more uncomfortable, and he can't wait to escape with the gong bucket immediately.

Until one day, Wang Fugui wandered for half an hour and did not receive the gong bucket. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he gritted his teeth and dared to knock on the door of a local hairpin clan. Generally speaking, Wang Fugui only goes to the rich and noble to collect the gong bucket, and will not go to the official master's house. But that day, Wang Fugui was in a hurry and made an exception.

Opening the vermilion lacquer door was an old butler with a vicissitudes of life, looking like an old man, but the back panel was still quite straight. He glanced at Wang Fugui, and after asking about his intentions, he led him in.

From beginning to end, the old housekeeper didn't say a word to Wang Fugui, nor did he look at him more. Only when Wang Fugui stepped out of the main gate with the gong bucket, the old housekeeper said with a flat expression that he wanted to send the gong bucket back before the hour, and slowly closed the door.

Wang Fugui did not leave directly, but stood outside the door and breathed a long sigh of relief, he was very glad in his heart, and there was nothing wrong with his courage this time. However, after the old housekeeper closed the door, a very light sigh suddenly floated from inside the door, which fell on Wang Fugui's ears.

On that day, Wang Fugui, who was supposed to be in a good mood, had red eyes when he was brushing the bucket by the river. Later, when he went to return the Gong bucket, the old butler still had an unsmiling expression, took back the Gong bucket, handed out a few copper plates, and then closed the vermilion lacquer door, still without saying a word or looking at him more.

Wang Fugui doesn't need pity, he doesn't need sympathy, what he needs is a job to make a living. The old butler did not give him mercy, did not give him sympathy, but only gave him such a job. Moreover, Wang Fugui's self-esteem that was forced to make a living and threw it into the filthy bucket, the old housekeeper picked it up, patted it clean, and stuffed it back into his hand without a sound.

At the wine table, Wang Fugui, who talked about this experience, smiled and laughed with tears. He said that he will remember for the rest of his life the old butler who deliberately kept a cold face.

At this time, Mo Shiping looked at Ma Zhongliang's actions, and couldn't help but think of the old housekeeper in Wang Fugui's mouth, they were all good people.

But Ma Zhongliang didn't know what Mo Shiping thought, and only felt that this junior brother was a little too flattering, and he was as noisy as Han Shuangcheng, so he didn't want to pay attention to him, and took care of the work in his hands.

Mo Shiping naturally could see Ma Zhongliang's temper, and knew that he was staying at a time that was inconsistent with the original intention of coming here. He estimated the time, thinking that Wang Fugui should also return to the hut, so he didn't stop any longer, and after slightly clenching his fist towards Ma Zhongliang, he turned around and left.

After not taking a few steps, Mo Shiping smiled to himself, he suddenly missed the wine in Big Turtle Town. At first, it tasted spicy, and I didn't want to take a few more sips. Drinking and drinking, gradually getting better. When drunk or not, confused and sober. The moment of drunkenness is wonderful. Of course, if you are greedy for a cup, it will not be beautiful, and a headache after a hangover is also a distressing thing.

"Senior Brother Ma, please go down the mountain and drink in the future. Mo Shiping shouted with a smile, did not look back, and strode away. He pondered that if he drank with Ma Zhongliang, it was likely that after a meal, Ma Zhongliang would not say a few words to help him. The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship of villains is sweet. Drinking with such a person, although it is refreshing, but it is also warm in the heart. It's not fun but it's fun, it's boring but it's also very interesting. In the final analysis, it is not the joy of wine and meat, but the sincere friends.

In the Wancao Shop, Ma Zhongliang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and his face was embarrassed. The only meal he drank was the one he was dragged by his former senior brother to the bottom of the mountain when he took over Wancaopu. To this day, he remembers it vividly. The senior brother drank it heartily, but he was like drinking fishy horse urine, and he was struggling. even secretly swore that he would never touch a drop of wine again in his life.

"Nonsense!" Ma Zhongliang shook his head and scolded lightly, then he didn't think about it anymore and continued to take care of the medicinal materials at hand.

After a cup of tea, Mo Shiping turned around and returned to the hut from Wancaopu, and Wang Fugui had already been back for a long time.

Mo Shiping pushed open the door and saw Wang Fugui with a happy face, sitting on a wooden stool, playing with a thumb-sized, dark green jade slip in his hand.

Seeing Mo Shiping coming back, Wang Fugui, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly raised his hand, raised the dark green jade slip, and said excitedly: "Look, this is a good baby." ”

Mo Shiping took the dark green jade slip, twisted his fingers and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he couldn't see any clues. He remembered that the head of Song Jiang had introduced before that the letters that were contacted within a certain range were divided into primary and secondary, with purple jade slips as the main and mutton fat as the secondary. There is also a kind of crimson jade slip that can transmit messages over long distances, called flying slips, also called book slips. But at the moment, this dark green jade slip has never been heard of.

Wang Fugui naturally saw Mo Shiping's puzzled look, and no longer sold more guanzi, and explained happily: "According to the old man in charge... No, it should be called Shizun, forget it, it's better to call the old man in charge. The old man in charge said that this dark green jade is simply called Jade World. The jade slip has its own realm, which is used by monks to store their belongings, but they can only be dead things. Although this is only a magic weapon grade, it can hold something about the size of this room, isn't it magical?"

Mo Shiping nodded in surprise and handed back the Jade Realm. He remembered that the young man who was ranked third in the sect entry trial at the beginning, and the request he made was the Jade Realm. At that time, the corners of Song Jiang's mouth twitched, and Mo Shiping still remembered the appearance of picking and searching.

"The boss is so generous?" Mo Shiping couldn't help but ask with some envy. It seems that the identity of this head disciple is quite effective, it seems that Wang Fugui doesn't have to worry about these magic weapons in the future, Mo Shiping is really happy for him.

"I've all apprenticed, I'm the head of the Imperial Spirit Sect, why don't I have to give some greeting gifts? ”

As he spoke, Wang Fugui pinched the jade world in the palm of his hand for a moment, and suddenly a palm-sized carved bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his palm, revealing a simple atmosphere.

Mo Shiping raised his eyebrows, it seems that this is the use of the jade realm, like the letter Jane, you need to hold it in the palm of your hand for a moment.

"This bronze mirror is called the Treasure Realm of Warding Off Evil Spirits, and it is also a magic weapon. According to the old man in charge, as long as he holds it in his arms, when it is attacked, this bronze mirror will take the initiative to protect the main defense, at most it can block the full force of the four realms of the rock realm. For the monks of the martial realm, it is a practical treasure. ”

Wang Fugui couldn't put it down, and after playing with this evil treasure mirror for a while, he carefully put it into his arms and did not enter the jade realm.

Then, Wang Fugui threw the dark green jade realm in his hand to Mo Shiping, and said with a smile: "I'll send it to you!"

Mo Shiping took over the Jade Realm, frowned slightly, and just wanted to refuse politely. But Wang Fugui shook his head with a firm expression and added: "You must accept it, otherwise you won't treat me as a brother." ”

Mo Shiping smiled, no longer insisted, and took the jade world into his arms. He knew in his heart that Wang Fugui had taken the identity of the first place in the sect trial, although he didn't say it explicitly, he always felt ashamed of himself. Doing so now can more or less erase some of his guilt. Since this is the case, Mo Shiping also accepted the jade slip generously, otherwise it would be out of sight.

Seeing this, Wang Fugui nodded his head happily, but then his face was a little bitter, and he complained: "The old man in charge doesn't give a few exercises that are easy to get through the second vein of Rendu, saying that the method in "Muscle and Bone Refining" is good, let me go back and ponder it myself." ”

Mo Shiping thought about it, smiled and said with relief: "Didn't I rely on the method of stimulating the five acupuncture points above the Ren vein in "Muscle and Bone Refining" to successfully enter the realm of martial artists. There's a month left for you, and you'll be able to do the same. ”

Wang Fugui nodded, but he still cried with a sad face, and muttered: "The old man in charge said that my foundation is too thin, and it is best to take more herbs to strengthen my strength, otherwise it will be extremely painful when I open up Ren's pulse." But he just talked about the use of all this, and didn't give me some actual points. A yellow robe of a beginner disciple costs a hundred points, God knows how many points my head disciple's robe costs, how can I have spare money to buy herbs. In the final analysis, this Imperial Spirit Sect, no, it's the old man in charge who is too picky. ”

The more he said this, the more he talked about it, the more indignant Wang Fugui became, as if he had completely forgotten the happy look he had when he touched the magic weapon given by Song Jiang before.

Mo Shiping laughed dumbly when he heard it, and he didn't know how to be relieved at the moment, so he had to chuckle awkwardly.

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Dongsheng Divine Continent, on a hill of the Yuwen clan, Yuwen Cheshui, who was silently standing on the pile to bear the suppression of sword qi, suddenly felt a vein running through his chest trembled violently for a moment when his consciousness was about to dissipate, and then a steady stream of qi poured out from the limbs and bones that had long been exhausted, and the suppression of sword qi that was difficult to bear before also became much more relaxed.

"One realm. Yuwen Cheshui smiled and clenched his right fist, after nearly a week of sword qi sharpening, he finally successfully entered the martial arts realm.

Yuwen Qingquan, who was wearing a sword in white on the side, nodded with a smile. Using this almost primitive method to get through Ren's pulse, a week's time, in his eyes, is extremely fast. Before, Yuwen Jinshan also used this method to break through the three realms of martial artists one by one, and it took five days to enter the first realm. Although Yuwen Cheshui was two days slower, Yuwen Qingquan didn't feel harmful, after all, there was still a long way to go, and it wasn't something that a martial arts realm could say. In the eyes of Yuwen Qingquan, Yuwen Cheshui's future achievements will not necessarily lose to Yuwen Jinshan. Wealth is important, but it's not the most important. His eldest brother, the current patriarch of the Yuwen family, isn't Yuwen Dufeng a late bloomer who asks fairyland?

There are people outside the people, and there are heavens outside the sky. On the road of cultivating immortals, no one dares to say that talent is the first in ancient and modern times. The high-spirited Yuwen Qingquan met Wei Li, and the Yuwen clear water, which is known as a hundred years old, met the Red Wolf, so who will the Red Wolf meet?