The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the supernatural monks were not afraid of the summer heat, but Wen Ai was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, and often ran to a small pool to take a bath. The water pool is next to a stone wall, and a handful of waterfalls fall along the stone wall, which forms a small pool of this zhang square.
Wen Ai is short, so she didn't dare to go in the middle, so she obediently soaked in water by the pool to cool off, thinking about why the master hasn't come back yet, thinking about what food Gu Shu will give him today, thinking about Gu Ye...
Nothing to think about.
Wen Ai pulled back his thoughts in time, but he still involuntarily picked up the wireless on his clothes. This thing is similar to a mobile phone, and the communication is very convenient. He thought that Gu Ye would take the opportunity to make harassing calls, but when he got the bell, It didn't ring a few times in total.
Wen Ai thinks about it carefully, Gu Ye is actually quite mysterious, unless he takes the initiative to come, you can't find his trace at all, and you don't know what he is doing behind his back. On Shu, Gu Shu must still be busy working in the Dongming Palace, and Gu Ye... what are you doing now
The wireless lead is all controlled by thoughts, Wen Ai thought in a trance, and the bell started automatically, emitting a faint white light, which made Wen Ai's hand tremble in fright, and almost dropped it into the water. At the same time, a series of crisp jingling sounds came from the nearby grass, which was very clear in the quiet pool.
Wen Ai was taken aback, and jumped out of the water as if his butt had been stabbed, took the clothes and hurriedly put them on, his hands were shaking in anxiety, and he shouted angrily: "Gu Ye, you big villain!"
"I just happened to pass by." Gu Ye slowly walked out of the grass, touched his nose and said, "Who would have thought you were playing in the water here? I didn't mean it."
Wen Ai's clothes were messed up, her face was extremely red, she didn't know whether it was from anger or shame: "You just hid it on purpose!"
"Hiding and spying on you taking a shower?" Gu Yele became excited, and flicked under Wen Ai with his fingers, "What's so good about a bird that's a little big?"
Wen Ai blushed even more, turned around and left while clutching her crotch.
"Hey! Why did you lose everything." Gu Ye picked up the bell on the ground, held it in his hand and waved it at his back, "Wireless is here."
Wen Ai ran up without looking back, and said resolutely, "No more!"
"That can't be done." Gu Ye teleported to Wen Ai's front, squatted down and opened his arms towards him, Wen Ai didn't have time to brake, and fell right into his arms, being hugged full.
"Let go!" Wen Ai struggled, waving his small arms, "You're bullying the little one! Pimple!"
Gu Ye was so teased that he couldn't close his mouth, and easily restrained the little thing in his arms: "Is it wrong for me to cross the road accidentally?"
Wen Ai said angrily: "You are wrong even for breathing!"
Gu Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was a baby swan, I shouldn't have passed by when your little swan was taking a bath, my baby swan wanted to eat swan meat, it was a big mistake."
Wen Ai is the most soft-hearted, on the surface he looks like a little puffer fish, but Gu Ye coaxed him in a low voice, and most of his anger was vented, and he no longer struggled violently. He just turned his face away and didn't look at people.
Gu Ye continued to admit his mistake: "My lord, you don't remember the mistakes of villains. Little swans fly high and see far, so don't bother with the ugly bumps on the ground."
Wen Ai let out a hum from his nose tube, took back his bell and tied it on his body, completely calmed down.
Gu Ye looked at the well-behaved little glutinous rice balls, resisted the desire to kiss them, and said in a soft voice, "Brother, will you make me up? Take you to play down the mountain?"
Apart from Shang Qingzong, Wen Ai only stayed in Wumi Village for two days, and hadn't seen the outside world yet, so of course he became interested: "Where are you going?"
While helping him tidy up his messy clothes, Gu Ye replied: "Wanbao Building will hold an auction meeting, and there will be a lot of strange things. When the time comes, I will buy whatever you like."
Wen Ai likes to join in this kind of fun, but he is also afraid of Gu Ye's turbulent temper from time to time, and is afraid that he will be bullied back and forth after going out with him, so he said: "Then you have to agree to one condition!"
"you say."
"You make another pair of bells." Wen Ai said, "Give it to me before you go down the mountain."
Gu Ye narrowed his eyes: "Want to give it to Gu Shu?"
Wen Ai nodded: "If you bully me, I'll call senior brother to save me."
Gu Ye said firmly: "No."
Wen Ai also said firmly: "Then I won't go."
If I don't go with you, I can go with someone else.
Wen Ai's little abacus was crackling, and he ran to the Dongming Hall to look for Gu Shu. At the door, he met a group of Yaoge disciples. Linghui was also among them. After saying hello, they entered the hall together.
"Xiaoxiao." Gu Shu was a little surprised when he saw the little junior brother mixed in with the crowd, so he walked down the hall himself, pulled him to sit at the head of the hall with him, brushed his forehead hair as if no one else was there, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" How did you come here?"
Seeing Gu Shu's gentle expression, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion down there lamented that only the junior uncle has this ability in this world.
Wen Ai didn't want to disturb Gu Shu's business, so he glanced at the people waiting for His Highness: "Let them talk first, I have nothing important."
Coincidentally, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion also came for the auction. There are countless treasures in Wanbao Building, and almost extinct medicinal materials will appear in every auction meeting. They came to Gu Shu to ask for money for the medicine.
The leading disciple of the Medicine Pavilion said: "Uncle Gu, don't worry, part of the elixirs refined will be donated to the sect, and the rules will not be broken."
Gu Shu nodded: "Just do it as usual."
"Senior brother." Wen Ai leaned into Gu Shu's arms and said, "I also want to go to the auction, I came here just to tell you about it."
Gu Shu frowned slightly: "I really can't leave recently."
Although Wen Ai had expected it long ago, she was still a little disappointed: "It's okay, I can be with Linghui and the others."
In the realm of immortal cultivation, the weak prey on the strong, and Gu Shu is worried about Wen Ai's safety: "Why don't you let your second senior brother accompany you? With him around, naturally no one would dare to bully you."
Wen Ai's little head immediately turned into a rattle: "I asked, and the second senior brother said he was very busy."
Gu Shu knew that he had a little conflict with Gu Ye, so he didn't expose him.
The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion did not expect to have the opportunity to travel with the junior uncle, and immediately actively fought for it: "Please rest assured, Mr. Gu, we will do our best to take good care of the junior uncle."
Linghui also said: "Little uncle is familiar with me, so I think I won't be lonely on the road."
Under Wen Ai's expectant gaze, Gu Shu had no choice but to nod in agreement, but looked at the mountain of jade slips on the table again, with a rare look of irritability on his face: "Sorry, I can't accompany you."
Wen Ai helped him loosen the frowning brows, and said obediently: "I know that senior brother wants to accompany me, that's enough!"
There were a dozen or so Yaoge disciples who went with him on this trip, and their cultivation bases were all above the Golden Core Stage, but Gu Shu was still worried, so he sent four Jiange disciples to protect him. Not the kind of person.
Seeing that the battle was so big, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion trembled in their hearts. Then they felt that they had pushed too hard in front of Gu Shu. They had to be on guard all the time to take this precious lump out. If something happened...
It was too late to regret it now, everyone in the medicine pavilion looked at the Jiange master who was following behind Wen Ai, and felt a little relieved.
The Wanbao Building is much bigger than Wen Ai imagined, almost half the size of a football field, with several wide and flat jade screens scattered around, broadcasting the live broadcast of the auction stage like a TV.
Wen Ai carried the spirit stone that Gu Shu had given him before leaving, and eagerly sat in the private room on the second floor, listening to the auctioneer's hype about the products. Fortunately, Linghui was a knowledgeable person, and sat next to him and taught him a lot of science.
Wen Ai quickly fell in love with a spiritual pet, Jinfu mink, with snow-white fur, except for a pattern on the back that resembles the word "Fu". It has a docile temperament, and its dark and moist eyes are rolling around, which is very cute. The starting price is one thousand spirit stones.
Wen Ai raised the price by five hundred and five hundred, and was about to win it by four thousand and five, but suddenly a guest No. 12 appeared. In Wanbao Building, the smaller the number, the more distinguished the guests, but Wen Ai didn't intend to give up, and continued to bid with placards.
The monks who watched the excitement couldn’t sit still. Jinfu mink has no fighting power, it’s just a cute and funny thing. Female nuns prefer to keep it. Although it is rare, the market price is only 3,000 spirit stones. This one was actually photographed One hundred thousand! The three generations of its ancestors are not worth the price!
"Little Uncle." Linghui persuaded, "If you like Jinfu Mink, I'll find one for you when I get back."
Wen Ai looked at the cute little mink on the stage, and was reluctant to part with it, but he still let it out. A lot of money is not such a way to spend it, and it was Gu Shu's money, so he was even more reluctant to spend it recklessly.
The auctioneer tapped the golden hammer: "Congratulations to customer No. 12 for winning the Jinfu mink."
This bit of unhappiness did not affect Wen Ai's mood, and he quickly turned his attention to the next lot, which was a pot of ice dew grass, said to have spiritual consciousness, and tiny snowflakes would float around when he was unhappy. Wen Ai thought it was fun, so he excitedly made a move, but the customer No. 12 came to win the love again. A pot of spiritual herbs with a starting price of 800 was finally bid for 150,000, which was more expensive than many spirit tools and fairy medicines. .
Wen Ai had no choice but to grit his teeth and give up.
However, No. 12 obviously had trouble with him. No matter what he photographed, that annoying ghost would follow suit, and finally snatched the things at an unimaginable sky-high price. Moreover, he and the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion are in the same private room, and they use the same number plate. Once the door of the private room is closed, no one can see the inside, but when the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion are taking pictures of medicinal materials, No. 12 is as quiet as a chicken. , the 12th will definitely come out to disrupt the situation.
Wen Ai has been doted on for several lifetimes, but this is the first time she has encountered such a difficult problem, being embarrassed without any grudges or complaints, it is inevitable that she feels a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she hangs her small head and is unhappy. The Jiange disciples behind him saw that this was not bad! Little Martial Uncle is Bao'er of our Jiange, how can anyone tolerate such bullying, let alone go back to Gu Shu to blame them, even they themselves can't see it!
"Little uncle, wait! I want to see which ghost is making trouble!"
"I am coming too!"
Two Jiange disciples raised their swords and went out, while the other two stayed behind to protect Wen Ai.
Not long after, the two came back. Just now they looked aggressive and wanted to fight with someone, but now they looked disheartened, with expressions of remorse for having done something stupid.
Wen Ai asked: "How is it?"
A disciple of Jiange smiled awkwardly: "I haven't seen anyone. According to the rules of Wanbao Building, if the master doesn't allow it, you can't enter."
Another disciple said hesitantly: "Uncle, you can shoot whatever you like, if the 12th fights with you... let's not fight with him, it's unnecessary."
"The last lot." On the auction stage, the auctioneer lifted the red silk cloth, "Thousands of silk and sword tassels."
Wen Ai thought of Gu Shu's sword, and looked at Jianzhu in the exhibition tray, half angry and half serious, said: "I let him go all night, I will definitely take this Jianzhu!"