The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 81

At the same time, in the box of the Confucianism in the third floor, the leaves are forgotten and stand in front of the carved plaque of the paulownia pattern, and the brows are tightly locked and the lips are thin.

"Ye Gongzi, Xu Elder let us buy the martial arts. If you really want to price the skeletal beauty, I am afraid that the time is not enough..."

"No problem, I am out."

Left and right, seeing the leaves, forgetting to do so, secretly look at each other, they will no longer be angry.

The director of the Xuanyuange Second Pavilion is very glorious: "The skeletal beauty seats are 10 million gold, and you can buy a price."

"One million one million."

"One million two million."

The hustle and bustle of the first floor was higher than a while, and the price soared.

"19 million!"

"I am twenty-five million!"

The six million that was pulled up in an instant made many monks sigh and sighed and shook their heads. At this time, the silver medals of several elegant seats on the second floor fell to the front of the Xuanyuan Pavilion. She quickly picked them one by one, and then sandwiched them between the fingers. It was like opening a folding fan and opened the silver medals that wrote the price.

"The highest in the world." After reading the second cabinet, he said clearly and clearly, "Xuanzi No. 1 seat, bid for 35 million."

"35 million?!"

Everyone took a sigh of relief and went back to see the second floor of the Xuanzi No., but when they saw the lights, the silver yarn fluttered, but they couldn’t see who was sitting inside.

"Three thousand five thousand are enough to buy a palace on Xiandao."

"Who is out of the price, this is too outrageous..."

"With such money, it must be the top ten sects. I don't know which one?"

Chu night Ning squinted and heard the offer, he asked the ink: "You can bring enough money on your body?"

"I didn't bring enough!" I don't think I will see Song Qiutong here. The ink is extremely shocked. When I listen to him, I will call him, and I will be eager to return to G.o.d. I am alert, "What do you want to do?"

"Buy her."

The ink burned with big eyes and waved again and again: "You can't buy it, you can't buy it. This woman is a burden. I bought her. Where do we put her in? I have to rent a horse in the future, and I have to book a room for sleep. No, don't buy."

"Who said that he wants to hurry with her? After she bought it, she was free." Chu Yuning opened his eyes and looked at him indifferently. "Get money."

The ink burned tightly on the purse: "No, no!"

"Go back to me and return you."

"This is the money to buy Shenwu!"

"You are not a ghost? What do you want to do with G.o.d? Take money!"

"........."

The ink burns is just the first two big, this Song Qiutong, when he saw her for the first time in her previous life, she had wors.h.i.+pped under the Confucianism. At that time, she burned the ma.s.sacre, and she looked quite like a teacher. After a move, she spared her life. Later, she saw her well-being and smoothness. The temper was also very similar to the teacher, and she finally sealed her.

However, this is one of the last regrets of ink burning.

At the moment, Chu, a gentleman who is cold-hearted, wants to buy her, which makes how the ink can be promised. This woman does not say 40 million, even if the four copper plates are burned.

wrong! It’s not rare to post him 40 million!

The two are deadlocked, and suddenly they see a sign on the third floor, but it is golden.

The top sign!

The highest price tag of Xuanyuan Pavilion is this kind of gold sign. There is no need to write on it. One is equivalent to 50 million gold. Once this price is reported, it is almost impossible for someone to have the strength to compete again. So it is also called “capped”. sign".

Everyone stunned and stunned.

"The Confucian Gate!"

"The Confucianist Gate has a seal sign!"

Chu nightning is no longer going to take care of the ink burning of the money bag, but turns his head and squats to the outside. From his point of view, I can see the first compartment on the third floor. Ye forgets that he is a lazy person. He used the Xuanyuan Pavilion to ensure that the private snowy yarn is bundled up. On the side of the carved bar.

He looked calm and had no superfluous expression on his handsome face. He looked at the noisy scene below and seemed to be speechless. He turned and walked into the depths of the box.

The ink burned a sigh of relief, and said to the late sister of the Chu: "The master can rest a.s.sured that this Ye Gongzi lived with me in Taohuayuan. I know a little about him. He is kind, and the skeletal beauty is bought by him. He can't do anything that is devastating."

On the third floor of the Confucianist Room, the leaves were forgotten to sit on the table with gold and silver leaf embroidered satin, and sipped a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea was finished, the sound of the door came from outside.

The leaves are gentle and correct in the past: "Please come in."

"Ye Xianjun, the sphenoidal beauty seat brought you, please check."

"I have to work for you, let's go."

The Xuanyuange maid retired and the room was quiet. The skeletal beauty hands and feet were bound by the curse, squatting on the ground, showing panic, s.h.i.+vering, a pair of peach eyes, because of the crying miserable, the tail tip dyed a faint blush, it is heart-warming.

However, Ye had for a moment to look at her, and there was no distracting thought in the clear and clear eyes.

"The ground is cold, the girl is shocked. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

"..." The skeletal beauty trembled, glaring at the twin-glazed crystal eyebrows, still squatting, not daring to speak, not even dare to move.

Ye forgets the sigh, let the left and right attendants take a cloak, and handed it to her in the past.

"The girl has to worry, Yemou redeemed the girl, not for cultivation. You wear this dress first, what will happen and say."

"you you……"

Ye forgets to see her still does not move, looking up and looking very pitiful, so he smiled and shook his head, kneeling down, kneeling with her.

"My name is Ye Forgive, dare to ask the girl's name?"

"I... my name is Song." She hesitated and looked at the leaves for a moment, and screamed, and was very wronged. "Little girl Song Qiutong, thanked Ye Gongzi..."

Downstairs, the ink burned in the dark.

When she saw Song Qiutong in her previous life, she was already a disciple of Confucianism. She wanted to come to her and was saved by Ye Xie in this Xuanyuan Pavilion bidding.

The sphenoidal beauty seat will not be treated as a normal person, but once you enter a certain fairy school and become a disciple, it is another matter.

The ink sighed in his heart, and his understanding of Ye Yexi was not too deep. He only knew that this person was very clear, and he was the most powerful person in the whole world except Chu Jingning. When the ink burned the seventy-two cities of Confucianism, there was a fight with Ye Yexi, and the imposing swordsmans.h.i.+p and the graceful appearance of the clouds were truly unforgettable.

The mighty city of the seventy-two cities, the rest of the city of the city of the burning of the effortless effort, those long and famous, the legendary city of Confucianism in his eyes is not a mustard.

Only this leaf has been forgotten. Only this leaf has forgotten the past, and the seven cities he guarded have been burned for a long time. Even if the last city was broken, this person was **** in the bones of his body, and his eyes were clear, and his heart did not change.

At that time, the head of the Nangong Palace of the Confucianist Gates fled, and many people were asking for mercy in the gimmicks, asking for ink to put them alive.

But the leaves are forgotten, but they have long eyebrows and shackles. They look at each other and look cold.

I still remember that before I killed him, I had a heartfelt question: "Can you drop?"

"No drop."

The ink burned and laughed, sitting on the chair of the Confucius Gate Lord's 鎏金龙凤, the eyelashes trembled, the eyes swept over the black crowd, and the ordinary disciples did not say, six or seven city owners, more than ten guardians, they all 匍匐In the dust, the trepidation shook.

In the lead-gray sky, there are jackdaws in the hoa.r.s.eness, blood-red flags, hunting, and the ink burned and raised their hands, saying: "All kill."

Before the death of Ye Ye, he said a word: "There are no one in the seventy cities of the Confucianism."

Blood is bullying.

In the ink-burning arms, holding the new beauty Song Qiutong, the generation of beautiful women like gold paper, looking at the Shura **** in front of him, the soft body can not hold the chill.

"Oh, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Later, you will follow this seat." The ink burned her hair and smiled. "Come, tell me again, what is your name? What was originally done in this Confucianist door?" I only listened once, but I didn’t remember it."

"Little girl... Song Qiutong." She stunned. "It was originally... it was under the door of Ye Xianjun... the maid..."

The leaves are the maids under the door. At that time, she answered the ink burning.

However, as a sphenoidal beauty seat, Song Qiutong is due to the opportunity to enter the door of the Confucianism, and how it was accepted as a maid by Ye Xing, and the ink burned did not know. Until today, after the rebirth, I went to Xuanyuan Pavilion, and the ink burned it. I realized that it was originally Ye Ye’s fortune, and she saved her from the tiger’s wolf.

It can be seen that the leaf forgetting was eventually defeated by the ink knife, and a large part of the reason was actually given by Song Qiutong.

Thinking about this festival, the ink can't help but frown. For Song Qiutong's disgust, it is a bit more. I was probably a ghost in my heart, and I felt that this woman was like a teacher.

"The last trade item of this bidding meeting is a G.o.dless martial art." The second cabinet owner screamed and interrupted the thoughts of ink burning. "This is not a single moon night, but also a consignment." ”

The finale of each bidding meeting will reveal some winds before the start of the conference. Therefore, compared with the fierce reaction that just heard the "b.u.t.terfly Beauty Seat", the following monks are eager to try, but calm down a lot.

The white jade lotus flower opened again, and s.h.i.+tai held a sun and moon mountain river pattern silver satin box to slowly float.

The brocade box is long and narrow, and the surface embroidered is very fine. The person who knows how to understand can see that the gold line totem above is the most famous embroidered square in Gusu. Open the **** of the G.o.ds, only this box has been worth a hundred dollars.

"This is the discovery of Shenwu in the ma.s.s grave of Junshan. The master of his first generation has been defamed. After my Xuanyuange certification, Shenwu did not recognize the new master." The second cabinet chief paused and continued. "As everyone knows, Shenwu There are engraved inscriptions on the body. But this one has been worn for many years because of the owner, and the words on the weapon have been worn out. The only thing that can be distinguished is a word."

Someone is yelling: "Say so much, don't open the box first."

"Oh, let's get used to it. Habitually, Xuanyuange's consistent style is not like this. Let's talk a few words, then show it to everyone."

"makes sense."

The ink burned and felt funny. He turned to think about a few words with Chu Yuning. However, he turned around and saw that Chu’s Ning Jianmei was tight, and the cold jade-like slender fingers supported the forehead, and his face was pale like a frost. He was shocked and asked: "Master, what happened to you?"

"Suddenly... I feel uncomfortable."

"How can it be uncomfortable, is it cold again?" The ink burned in and touched his forehead. "There is no heat."

"..." Chu Xiaoning shook his head but did not speak, and looked awkward.

I don’t know how to burn, but I have to say: "I will pour a cup of tea for you." He said that he was full of hot tea, thought about it, and poured a little of the fragrant dew that had just been photographed inside.

The medicine of this cold-scale sacred hand is famous all over the world. After Chu Xiaoning finished drinking the tea mixed with fragrant dew, it was better, and his face was not so ugly. He raised his eyes and went back to the bidding downstairs. The ink burned the tea set next to him and gave him a second cup.

“Xuanyuan Pavilion could not know the full name of the **** Wu, but because of its coincidence, it returned to the world, and there is a word in its inscription. Therefore, it was temporarily drafted as a ‘return’.”

Finally, people who are in a hurry can't stand it. They shouted at the following: "The owner said that there are so many, you also hang on our appet.i.te, open the box, let us look at the appearance of this G.o.d."

Xuanyuange second cabinet owner smiled slightly: "Xianjun Moxue. According to the rules of the repairing realm, after the death of the **** Wuyuan, the weapons should be separated according to the blood, and then belong to the rest. 'Return' was discovered in the ma.s.s grave, the cabinet I can't know the original ident.i.ty of the original. But after the box is opened, you can release the spiritual power to perceive it. If there is a sympathy with the G.o.ds, it is the blood of the original owner of the weapon. Then there is no need to bid, and 'return' is owned by Angelica."

"Ha ha ha, there are such wonderful things in the world."

Most of the monks on the court laughed.

"Yeah, this is almost impossible."

"But don't try it, don't try it, it's good to try your luck."

The two cabinet owners smiled and looked at the people under the stage. They said: "Yes, it’s always good to try luck. Please seduce the G.o.ds, this will open the cover."

She made a snap, and the two disciples who were on the left and right nights were all fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls. They were flying on the lotus platform, and the tender and lush-like hand was put on the sun and moon box. There is a crystal exquisite key in the hand, carefully inserted into the keyhole in the box.

I only heard the sound of "咔" and "咔", and the lock buckle fell.

When the smoldering saw this unlocking, he inexplicably thought of the scene of ‘happiness’ in Jin Chengchi. At that time, it was clearly said that "only the people who love the world" can play a long-term love, and I don't know why the final box will be opened in the hands of Chu.

The people around me were holding their breath, and countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hood were staring at the narrow box. The lid of the silk thread is slowly opened, and the tense atmosphere in the air is stretched to the extreme, like a full string. In the pavilion where thousands of people gather, the sound of even the hair can be heard.

Everyone was staring at the old edge of the box. Or greedy, curious, or appreciate...

Only the ink burned, and when he saw the weapon inside the box, he slammed his eyes wide, and the blood color was faded.

He has lived for two generations. He has had two martial arts in his previous life and has played with more than ten Shenwu masters. For the Xuanyuan Pavilion to take out the bidding, he thought he would have no waves.

But he was wrong.

"The return of the G.o.ds." The quiet voice of the second cabinet broke the silence. "The shape of the knife is four feet long and three inches wide. There is no sheath, the whole body is dark, and there is no reflection during the day."

The fingertips of the smoldering are shaking slightly, and the two words are almost blurted out between the lips.

"Not return……"

Not return……

When Biye Zhuqiao was in the past, he would not return for another year.

——

"Ink burns, you got the G.o.ds, but why should I let it cover its spirit, don't give it a name?"

"禀师尊, the disciple has no knowledge, this name can only be used once. I am afraid of hearing, and I will not use it in the future."

"A fire, your strange knife, why haven't you thought of the name yet? You can't always call it ‘knife’, ‘knife’.”

"Nothing, think about it slowly. This is the **** Wu, I want to give it the t.i.tle of the world's first good, this is worthy of it, hahaha."

Later, the teacher died.

Mo-burning wanted to let Chu Xiening unravel the seal, and wanted to give his own **** Wuming the name "Mingjing."

But at that time, Chu nightning said that he was competing with the ghost world, and his spiritual power was detrimental. There was really no spare power to loosen the curse on the blade, so this thing was gone.

Later, the ink burned and Chu Yuening completely broke, and the ink burned unwilling to ask him to unblock, so the one was dyed with blood and a knife, so many years of vertical and horizontal, but has been no name. But this is no longer important. At that time, no one in the world knew the slightest rain, and no one knew the Shura knife in his hands.

To the end.

Chu nightning is also dead.

Dissipated with him is the forbidden mantra that has been locked in the blade of ink for more than ten years.

That night, the ink burned a lot of pears and whites, some drunk, and stroked the cold blade, I do not know whether it is comfort or sadness. He played the blade and listened to the drums in it, and the sea otters were cold. He was lying on the roof of the Wushan Temple, laughing and laughing, from the pain to the madness.

He didn't remember whether he had tears in the night, but when he woke up in the morning, he had engraved two cold words on the strange knife that had been unknown for more than ten years.

"Not return."

Jun does not return.

No longer return.

However, this weapon that has been used in his life to become a magic weapon, why will it appear in the world after rebirth, and why will it appear in the bidding meeting of Xuanyuan Pavilion? !

Not many people have thought about it, and thousands of monks in the field have released their own spiritual streams, rus.h.i.+ng to and from each other.

Ink burning: "........."

It’s useless, since it’s not returning, then since the ink burns here, there is absolutely no second person in the world who can call this strange knife.

But does it appear to be related to the little animal that has been hiding behind the scenes? If there is a relations.h.i.+p, the person will not release it at this time. It is clear that knowing that Mo-burn and Chu-Linning are tracing his traces, then his purpose is not to test who is the essence of the spirit.

What exactly does he want to do? !

Also, is this true? Still like the fakes of Jin Chengchi, just a bait?

With such doubts, the ink burned a little bit of spiritual flow.

If it is not forgery, then it will definitely produce some echo with yourself. This response should not be too obvious, otherwise it will be perceived by people, as long as it is a little...

However, he had just released a very weak sense of spiritual power, and he suddenly heard a slight sigh.

"...Master!?"

The ink burned back, seeing Chu night, his eyes were tight, his lips were blue, and he fell on the table. His snow-colored clothes were covered with smoke, and a handsome face was paler than frost and snow. Falling down, his eyes closed, it seems that there was a dysentery episode, and he was in a coma.

I didn’t expect such a thing to happen, but I couldn’t help but be shocked. I took back the spiritual power of the temptation and ran back to the side of Chu’s lateness and picked him up: “Master, what happened to you?!”

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