I wipe!
Venerable Feng Shan's complexion changed really quickly... Yaoluo didn't rush forward, but slowed down her pace, wanting to see what the old man who didn't look like an elder wanted to do. [`fiction`]
"Several junior nephews really can't come to my Ninth Peak in vain. This natural disaster happened, and the unlucky ones are my Liuyun disciples. How about it..."
See the strength of everyone. The old man from Peak Nine bent over and rubbed his hands vigorously. With only the wretched appearance of the hotel's second servant, he squinted his eyes and spoke in a discussing tone.
"Whoever sees has a share, whoever sees has a share, come, come, one person chooses three things, first-choice, first-served, and the rest will be reserved for the little guys who will go to the Ninth Peak later. It will also save you from going to the old man's house to rummage , all the good things are here, thinking about the friendship you have robbed Jiufeng and smashed Jiufeng for so many years, you must leave a whole house for the old man who can't walk, right?"
With a big wave of his hand, the four stupid disciples behind him came forward lazily. Each took out their storage rings.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The storage phantom made a crisp sound. Then something crackled and fell out.
Messy things rolled around on the ground.
Among them were small bottles of pills, paperweights inlaid with gold, jade bottles of suet, ancient books, and some fragments of magic crystals that were obviously broken off from the wall. The last fat Jiufeng disciple even viciously shook the ring in his hand. After a strange noise, a mahogany screen and a few boxwood chairs fell out of the ring. Rare and good stuff.
Speechless... Enchanting swallowed. It turned out that the old man from the Ninth Peak had already planned that disciples from other peaks would come to grab things. So get everything ready. One is to satisfy the unscrupulous disciples' desire to collect money, and the other is to protect their own houses and prevent their shelter from being destroyed by civil strife.
Save time and energy for the robbers... I don't know if the old man has another purpose or is cowardly...
These messy large and small pieces piled up a large debris pile on the ground. Although the breath is chaotic, it is not difficult to distinguish valuable things in it. A few small items also exude considerable aura, such as a small white jade turtle scattered beside the mahogany screen, less than half the size of a palm, and the agile eyes seem to have a light flowing in the bottom of the eyes, like a living thing. It's just that this ray of pure aura has an ethereal feeling, almost completely obscured by the breath of other large items.
In addition, there are also a few traces of special aura mixed in the depths of the debris pile.
If Yao Yao chooses, she will definitely discard the big ones and dig out the small ones from the debris pile to take a good look.
The old man Feng Shan of the Ninth Peak and his four stunned apprentices stood stupidly beside the pile of debris, the wrinkles on their faces could kill flies. The seemingly loyal appearance made those fierce-looking disciples of the fourth and fifth peaks a little at a loss as to what to do.
Ninth Peak has always been like this. He punched hard like rotten cotton, and his strength and anger didn't know where to go. To put it in layman's terms, even beating is not enough to make people feel happy**...
The leading disciple of the fifth peak, surnamed Huang, looked hesitantly at the small courtyard behind the old man. Through the main entrance, he could not see any good things left behind. Without the screen, the main hall was empty, and boxwood chairs were replaced. Only a few broken benches. That shabby look is really shabby.
The disciples from the fourth and fifth peaks who were aggressive just now were all looking at senior brother surnamed Huang. Anyway, it was up to senior brother Huang to decide.
"Then...then choose three items for each person, and leave after choosing. Don't stay for some money and die in the flames of war."
The disciple surnamed Huang waved his hand wearily, and instead of being the first to pounce on the pile of debris, he asked A Chai and other followers to pick out the valuable items among the debris. By waving his hands like this, he silently agreed with the old man Feng Shan's suggestion.
"Senior brother Huang! Why do you have to listen to this old man? Anyway, he moved all the things out, and we brothers just carried them away, so why go to him to choose three? He is so straightforward, he must have done it well. Everything is hidden!"
A Chai, who was timid and ignorant of robbing the Ninth Peak before, had already blushed his eyes at this time, and his young face was shrouded in a sinister aura because of the rampant anger, as if he had the support of his brothers, even if he had bloodbathed the first Feng Jiu didn't have any worries.
"Shut up, A Chai! Honestly choose to get out!"
The disciple surnamed Huang suddenly raised his foot and kicked A Chai's ass! This kick was merciless, and it directly kicked A Chai to the ground heavily.
Seeing Brother Huang's strength. The remaining Liuyun disciples naturally kept their mouths shut, quietly took three items that could be sold in the underground auction house, and silently returned them. Even A Chai, whose face was bloodied from the fall, didn't dare to hum a word, and stood feebly on the edge, hugging the mahogany screen and two chairs.
This was beyond enchanting expectations.
Human nature is such an elusive thing, it is difficult to tell whether the bright side of the heart of those who seem to be the most cruel is actually very heavy, and whether the darkness in the hearts of those who seem to be innocent can instantly make the soul crazy after being stimulated.
After everyone finished picking, the disciple surnamed Huang rode on the back of his giant sword-kissing beast, took three pieces of ink at random, and then said to the old man Feng Shan on the Ninth Peak in a low and dry voice:
"Senior Lingguo, although I feel a little sorry, you don't have to stay here forever, if you can go... just go."
After saying this, the disciple surnamed Huang turned the animal head, and led his ignorant juniors to avoid the flames of war and fled into the distance.
Daozong and those secluded casual cultivators who have had hundreds of years of grievances with Liuyun Palace are not like enchanting, Long Jue, and Aslant, who only seek trouble from old monsters. Handymen, as long as they appear in front of them, there is basically no way out. The shattering of the Suoshan formation may not have a great impact on the elders, but to ordinary disciples, it is a catastrophe. The disciple surnamed Huang is not a treacherous person, he just wants to grab some things and go back to his hometown to live.
Watching the disciple surnamed Huang walking away, Venerable Feng Shan named "Lingguo" still had a wrinkled old face.
So Enchanting also strode up from a distance. Anyway, she was wearing the clothes of female disciple Liuyun picked up on the ground, plus the original dust on her clothes, it made her look like a sect fleeing from disaster. The inner female disciple.
"I heard, I can choose too?"
The four stunned Jiufeng disciples saw a female cultivator rushing forward with her head lowered and twisting her steps, her voice was soft but her words were outrageous, and she suddenly rushed towards Jia Baoyu in the yamen of the red building.
No reason!
The disciples surnamed Huang had to take out some treasures because of their large number of people, so where did this female disciple come out to cheat? Unexpectedly, Lun's small body with thin arms and thin legs wants to share a piece of the action!
Do you think the Ninth Peak is really a persimmon? Anyone can rob
That's right, even if such a weak-looking cheating female cultivator rushed forward, the four disciples of the Ninth Peak still didn't respond...
Those who should be in a daze are in a daze, those who should look up at the sky look up at the sky. There were also two big eyes and small eyes staring at each other happily, only their most helpless Master Shizun came forward with a black line on his face.
"Okay, okay, everyone who sees it has a share... you also have three..."
The more the old man Lingguo talked, the more he couldn't continue, because before he could say the word "three", the woman who kept her head down unceremoniously pulled out the pile of sundries and rummaged through them lavishly. It is the master of these objects!
Enchanting searched carefully among the small objects, there was an aura that was always unforgettable for her. That kind of faint bodhi fragrance... reminds her of the scene that the Purple Jade Buddha showed her when she first formed in her domain.
So she didn't pick up the little white turtle with bright eyes, and didn't touch those shining golden sculptures. Instead, she found a bodhi seed strung with a red string in an unremarkable pile of rice paper.
Bodhi is smooth, even and deep in color, as if the edges and corners have been smoothed by the accumulated friction. Therefore, a deep breath of time is left on the fruit shell.
"This is the first one."
Enchanting raised her hands and crawled out from the pile of debris. With her current financial resources and state of mind, there is really no need to worry about ordinary treasures, she just chose a small piece that can arouse her interest based on her own preferences. And the purpose of her coming to Ninth Peak was not to bully old men and idiots.
Looking at the Bodhi in the woman's hand, the old man Lingguo paused, and suddenly said with a twinkle in his eyes: "The girl chose a small piece that the old man usually likes, can I change it?"
"Master! I picked up a broken seed on the ground, which you used to rub and play with when you were in a daze. Why don't you give up? They didn't see your heartache when they carried your big screen away!"
A big-mouthed idiot behind Guo Ling finally spoke. No big or small teased his master.
"That's okay..." The old man Lingguo was neither angry nor annoyed, he was relieved after thinking about it, and then he said to Yaoluo with a charming smile on his face: "This is the first one, so the second one you want to choose is another one." What is it?"
"The second thing..." Enchanting pointed out two fingers. Laugh like a ghost.
"As long as it's not your Ninth Peak's house?"
"Probably." The old man Lingguo was a little confused about the question of the female disciple in front of him. Anyway, the ninth peak's money and things were already piled up in the sundry pile. What else could she want besides a house
"I heard that the Ninth Peak has imprisoned a talisman master, please give me that talisman master."
Enchanting said casually with the idea of making a joke.
Anyway, if she is not an adult, she will grab it. No matter how she raises it, she is already ready for a big fight.
"What?" The deafening roar suddenly exploded in enchanting ears!
The five people in front of me, including the old man Lingguo, including those who looked at the sky in a daze, those who squatted in a daze, and those who had big eyes to small eyes... were all pulled to their senses by her simplest words, and they yelled excitedly! "