Chapter 4 Do You Covet My Magic Weapon?

When Wang Chen heard him say this, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and said with a flattering smile: "Lao Liu, did you say it earlier? ”

Liu Mingkang had a chill, "Don't talk like this, okay, the old way has goosebumps all over his body!"

Wang Chen got up and smiled: "Then hurry up and leave, what are you waiting for?"

Liu Mingkang smiled: "You are happy when you hear that your life is worry-free?

Wang Chen said with a straight face: "Lao Liu, how can you be a cultivator who talks like this? Heaven has the virtue of a good life, how can you kill people casually? That is to be punished by heaven! Look at your age, how can you be so cruel?"

Liu Mingkang suddenly smiled bitterly, "Anyway, you have a point, your kid's kung fu is really extraordinary, the old Taoist is willing to bow down and obey you!"

Wang Chen said with a smile: "In this case, how about I pass on this verbal kung fu to you? In the future, you will be my Wang Chen's first disciple, and in the future, you will report the name of my king's divorce!" He said in a heroic tone, and as he spoke, he looked at Liu Mingkang's beard pouting and pouting his anger, and couldn't help but be very happy.

Suddenly, the noise downstairs became louder, and someone shouted: "Where is the anti-thief? Someone, surround the restaurant, don't let the anti-thief escape!"

Wang Chen frowned and said, "It's so fast, I haven't been able to eat enough after eating this meal three times, it's really annoying!"

Liu Mingkang stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder and said with a smile: "Then don't eat it, it's important to hurry up!" As soon as his body moved, Zhenyuan swept out of the window with Wang Chen, and went upward! After they went out, the wide open window sash suddenly closed by itself, as if someone had quietly closed it.

The people who came downstairs to catch the thief must have been in the air, and they went back to study the strange thing that the thief disappeared without mentioning it.

Liu Mingkang carried Wang Chen out of the city quickly, and flew along the northwest, but a distance of more than ten miles, he landed in the blink of an eye, and the place was originally under a small hill that was not high. The trees on the hill are dense and thick, and there are faint arches and cornices inside, like a Taoist temple.

Wang Chen moved his shoulders and back, looked around the environment, and said strangely: "Lao Liu, have you arrived? Is this a Taoist temple? Is that person also a Taoist priest? Is he related to you?"

Liu Mingkang spread out his left palm, was concentrating on it, and ignored him. Wang Chen strangely approached him, looked at his hand, and said with a smile: "Lao Liu showed himself palmistry? Don't you think it's not good to catch me for a long time? Huh? What is this?" He was very surprised, watching a circular circle of light appear in Liu Mingkang's palm, and a flowing picture appeared, as if he was looking at the scenery of a different place.

In the painting, there are courtyards of houses, halls and pavilions, and from time to time I see a Taoist priest walking around, and when the picture changes, it suddenly turns into the room, and the various furnishings and arrangements are obviously the appearance of the Taoist inner room, or there are Taoist priests meditating and practicing, or there are calligraphers and so on.

Suddenly, the picture changed again, there were mountains, rocks and trees, dry grass and fields, and a dilapidated stone gate was located in the middle, with a strange shape, full of strange relief ornaments, and a breath of vicissitudes of time, which was obviously a thing of a long time.

The more Wang Chen looked at it, the more curious he became, "Old Dao, where are you looking? What kind of spell are you? It's so funny! Can you teach me? How about I give you a hundred taels of gold in exchange for this spell? If you think it's less, we can still discuss." ”

Liu Mingkang still ignored him, pondered for a moment, and seemed to say to himself: "It seems that the surname Lu is not here." He put his palm away.

Wang Chen looked at his retracted palm with envy, and said, "Since the people are not here, we will come to visit another day, Lao Liu, why don't we talk about this spell first?" He only felt that the magic of Lao Dao's palm development was very fun, if he learned it himself, he would use it to relieve his boredom when he had nothing to do, it would be too exciting!

Liu Mingkang said: "The absence of the surname Lu is the best time, if he is there, we will not have many opportunities." He ignored Wang Chen's eagerness to scratch his ears and cheeks, and just thought about his own affairs.

Wang Chen saw that he always ignored him, and immediately said unhappily: "Don't talk about us! I don't know you very well, what is the close?"

Liu Mingkang heard him refute himself dissatisfiedly, and said with a smile: "It's just a small spell, you want to learn it so much? I don't want to exchange it for gold, Poor Dao is never short of money." ”

Wang Chen saw that he had the intention of teaching, and hurriedly said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the Taoist chief is a big rich man at first glance, how can he be short of money? What do you think I will exchange for? My knife was given by a friend, and it is a little inappropriate for you, or I will give you this?" As he spoke, his palm flipped over, and a green qi floated into his hand from his arms, revealing a Dan furnace.

Liu Mingkang looked at it and said with a smile: "Poor Dao and don't alchemy, what's the use of you giving me this?" Wang Chen hurriedly changed another jade Ruyi, Liu Mingkang shook his head with a smile, he changed seven or eight kinds of treasures one after another, but still failed to impress the heart of the old Tao.

Wang Chen was suddenly impatient, and said angrily: "Lao Liu, you are a poor Taoist priest who even cheats on food money, don't you want that, don't you want it, are you embarrassed for me?"

Liu Mingkang said with a smile: "Otherwise, you can give me the 'Qiankun One Air Bag' in your arms." ”

Wang Chen was suddenly startled, and looked at Lao Dao with a vigilant face, "Why are you so greedy, this old way, it's enough to give you an egg, but you want to take away even the chicken?"

Liu Mingkang laughed and said: "Look at the bear you are afraid of, the poor way is just talking, you just gave it to me for nothing, I don't want it! That thing is an ominous thing, whoever takes it is unlucky, I haven't lived enough!"

When Wang Chen heard him say this, he immediately thought of the past. The successive generations of holders of Qiankun One Air Bag: Golden Eagle is the earliest owner who has seen it, and now the fate is no longer verifiable, most of them have been fierce and auspicious; then it was the old mother's house, and then it was unknown, all of them were unlucky; Chong Hezi's master Yu Zhenzi was killed just after he arrived; Fu Xilie almost died if he coveted it; and finally he was himself, from getting this thing to now, he didn't live a day of comfort, and he almost gave his life every day, and he almost gave his life, this old Liu's words seem to be reasonable.

Wang Chen was skeptical, "Old Liu is talking nonsense, why do I think I'm always lucky?"

Liu Mingkang smiled: "Believe it or not, if you really want to learn my spells, as long as you cooperate with me to get things done, I will pass them on to you, without exchanging anything." ”