The middle-aged Confucian led the master and apprentice up to the second floor, which was slightly smaller than the first floor, and divided this floor into two large rooms with a screen door.

There is a tea table and two Taishi chairs in the outer room, and there is a pair of calligraphy stickers hanging on the wall behind the tea table, with a big "Confucian" character written on it, and the pen is vigorous and powerful.

There is also a set of the same table and chair on the side, and it is obvious that this room is for distinguished guests.

The screen door is not closed, and you can see that in addition to a set of elegant tables and chairs by the window, the inner room is almost full of bonsai rockeries, which looks beautiful and quiet, highlighting the owner's extraordinary taste!

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old beautiful maid in Tsing Yi saw the pavilion master take the guests up to the second floor, hurriedly put down the flowers in her hand and picked up the tea tray to the outer room, put the poured tea bowl on the tea table, and then moved up to the third floor lightly.

The middle-aged Confucian made a gesture to the little old man to sit down, and then he also sat down and picked up the tea bowl and asked: "Tongshi Daoist friends went down the mountain this time, and I don't know what utensils I want to trade. ”

The little old man glanced at the other party, and did not sell it, but took out a delicate brocade box from his sleeve robe and put it on the table, and there was a talisman attached to the lid of the brocade box. A hint of reluctance flashed in the little old man's eyes, and he took his eyes off the brocade box and looked at the middle-aged Confucian again.

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the brocade box, as if he had smelled something, put down the tea bowl with a suspicious face, and stole a glance at the little old man, before solemnly picking up the brocade box, tearing off the forbidden talisman on the top and opening the lid of the box.

As soon as the lid of the box was opened, a clear and mellow medicinal fragrance overflowed, which immediately covered the fragrance of the entire second-layer flowers and plants.

When he saw that inside the brocade box was a verdant and faint spirit grass, the middle-aged Confucian student's eyes were already open like two copper bells and he couldn't speak, and he came back to his senses after a while!

The little old man took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, and said unhurriedly: "I don't know if this 'Xionglu Grass', are you still interested in buying it?"

"This?" The middle-aged Confucian turned his head to look at the little old man, unable to hide the look of surprise on his face, and said for a while: "Is it really that eight-hundred-year-old Xiongluo grass?" and then looked at the spirit grass in his hand. After a while, he finally said with certainty: "That's right, that's right, it should be that one!"

After a few moments, the Hundred Saints Pavilion Master finally regained his composure. Exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly closed the brocade box, reattached the forbidden talisman and put the brocade box back on the table. Then he looked at the little old man puzzled, frowned and asked, "Why is this Daoyou?" At the beginning, I begged again and again, but Daoist friends refused to take out this spirit grass in exchange, and now this is ......?"

The little old man waved his hand at the middle-aged man, and interrupted with a mysterious expression: "The poor Dao needs the formation diagram and the method of arranging the formation of the 'Ten Thousand Saints Sealing Evil Array'!"

"What?" The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this, and almost jumped up from his chair, and only after a while did he lower his head and hesitate: "The Ten Thousand Saints Sealing Evil Array is one of the strange formations of this sect, what do you want to do with this formation?"

"Hey, hey, you guessed it, that's right!" replied the little old man, who had reverted to his old cynical attitude.

The middle-aged man pondered and said, "If that's the case, even if Daoist friends don't use this spirit grass exchange, they should try their best to help, but it's just ...... It's just that this Ten Thousand Saints Sealing Evil Array can also be regarded as the treasure of the sect, if it is lost to the outside, it will have a ...... impact on the lower and the main sect."

The little old man didn't wait for the middle-aged man in the Confucian robe to finish speaking, and then interrupted again: "This Lin Daoyou can rest assured, don't you still believe that this bad old man of Poor Dao is not a good person?"

"Eh! It's not, the Taoist friends of the world have misunderstood, and the Taoist friends believe in their own behavior, but this matter is very important......"

The middle-aged Confucian was about to go further, only to see the little old man push the brocade box in front of the middle-aged Confucian again, and gently knocked it on the brocade box with two fingers.

Looking at the appearance of the little old man, the middle-aged Confucian couldn't cry or laugh, and then his eyes fell on the brocade box, and he was helpless in his heart! Finally, as if he had made a great determination, he sighed and said: "Hey! Okay, since the Taoist friends of the world can be so generous for the life and death of those worldly mortals, if you return to your mother-in-law and mother-in-law, don't you seem to be ignorant and make others laugh?

"Okay, I know that Pavilion Master Lin is a cheerful person, and you will definitely agree to the poor road, and it will be in vain for the old man to go on this trip. Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian student agreed so happily, the little old man was overjoyed and continued: "Then this spiritual grass will be used as a bargaining chip for exchange, please put it away from the Taoist friends, and the poor Dao will come to get that array in a few days!"

The middle-aged Confucian pretended to excuse himself from the little old man, and then he couldn't hide his joy and took the brocade box containing the spirit grass.

Shen Cheng recognized the spirit grass at first sight, it was one of the few spirit grasses that the little old man regarded as a treasure, usually the master did not allow him to get too close to the small medicine garden in the stone hall, for fear that those spirit herbs would lose their spirituality by accident, why would the master be so generous in order to change what formation today? It seems that this formation must be very powerful!

The two chatted for a while, and after a topic had passed, the middle-aged Confucian student hesitated a little and asked, "Is there another thing I don't know if to ask?"

"Daoist friends just ask. The little old man smiled disapprovingly, it seemed that he was quite satisfied with the purpose of this trip.

......The middle-aged Confucian looked embarrassed and refused to get to the point!

Seeing the expression of the middle-aged Confucian student, the little old man also put away his smile and said: "Lin Daoyou, Poor Dao thinks that you still learn from the empty wisdom old bald donkey, shave a bald scoop and become a monk!

The middle-aged Confucian didn't care about the little old man's sarcasm, and sighed: "Hey! It's just ......."

Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian was still hesitant not to speak, the little old man got up and said, "Poor Dao farewell, apprentice, let's go!"

"Alas, alas, why should Daoist friends provoke me? It's just that Daoists in the world must agree to be here, and they must not be angry after listening to what they say!" The middle-aged Confucian hurriedly got up and grabbed the Tongshi Sanren.

"Hehe, that's right, let's talk about it." The little old man returned to his chair and picked up the tea bowl.

The middle-aged Confucian stole a glance at the little old man, and then his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't hear what he was saying, and he actually used the technique of sound transmission.

After only listening to the middle-aged Confucian say a few words, the little old man slowly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged Confucian for a while, squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged Confucian for a while, then put down the tea bowl and asked, "'Moon Stone'? What does Lin Daoyou mean by asking this thing? Are you going to covet these two stones on Poor Dao's body?"