Gas returns gas, the road still has to hurry.
After saying goodbye to Mei Hanxue, they went up from Daicheng for more than half an hour, and finally came to the largest school in the world - Linyi Confucianism Gate.
From the name, you can tell that the Confucianism family is based in Linyi. In this city, seventy-two stretches of immortal mansion have been built. Because the mansion is too big, from the front door to the back door, it takes a meal to ride a horse. Time, so these mansions are simply called "city". The seventy-two cities of the Confucianism Sect have their own responsibilities, and the system is clearly defined. Obviously, they are one day and one place, and they can't be compared with the same day. . Rao is Xue Meng, who hates the upper repair world in his bones. When he stood at the gate of the city, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Tianhuang noble Confucianism door.
This statement is true.
They came to the main city, which is the largest city in the Confucianism Gate, with white walls and black tiles, rising to the sky, four corner towers, majestic and towering, with constellation stone towers standing on all sides, the main city gate painted in gold and red, stretching The carriageway that came out was five feet wide, and a long road with no end in sight. It was paved with high-quality gas refining stones. You didn’t need to do anything to get this stone. Although there are not many gathered together, everyone knows the principle of gathering sand into a tower, so each of these stones can be sold for more than a thousand gold.
Xue Zhengyi sighed: "It's good to have money..."
Mrs. Wang smiled: "If you have money, do you want to pave a path for qi refining on the top of life and death?"
"No, I'm building a square in every village in the Lower Xiujie. This stone is full of spiritual energy, and ordinary little ghosts and monsters don't dare to approach it. If we can build one in every village, our disciples will not be able to clean it up in time if they encounter demons. When it's time, you can hide." Xue Zhengyi groaned, broke his fingers and calculated, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I can't afford it."
Xue Meng listened and sighed: "The top of life and death, alas, a little poor."
"Yeah." Xue Zhengyi nodded like garlic, "I also practice Taoism, and I don't know where the Confucianism Sect got so much money."
At this time, Chu Wanning, who has been silent, said: "The Lord knows that the ordinary disciples of the Confucianism Sect will exorcise the demons. How much does it cost for the people to entrust them?"
"I didn't ask, how much?"
Chu nightning stretched out four fingers.
"Four hundred silver?" Xue Zhengyi's eyes widened, "So expensive?"
Chu nightning said: "Four thousand gold."
"… "
"There are many wealthy businessmen and giants in the upper repair world, and it is easy for Confucianism to make money. With the method of earning 80 silver for each entrustment of the lord, how can they catch up with them? Besides, sometimes the lord does not take a penny." Chu nightning As he spoke, his eyes were soft, "Let's go, let's go into the city."
The main sects are often very disciplined when dealing with people and things. These days, the Confucianism Sect’s sectarians are waiting at the gate of the city. Although they are smiling at everyone, they are very clear about the kind of guests who come and the weight.
FIT minor repair, just accompany them to visit, and then take it to the residence, and some small sects, lead to see the chief Dharma protector elders, and the elders receive.
As for the death and life of the top ten sects now, the Confucianism Sect did not put on airs, and directly invited them to rest in the Nuan Pavilion. When the Confucianism Sect’s head, Nangong Liu, finished his work, he came to the Nuan Pavilion to meet the distinguished guests.
The warm pavilion is burning with strong ambergris incense, and the soft carpet can almost sink half of your foot when you step on it. In the pavilion, there are delicate and dripping camellias. The bright red one is wrapped in red makeup and the stem is dyed with red threads. It is Yilanjiao. These Xue Zhengyi can't understand it, but Mrs. Wang understands that every book on here is absolutely perfect. Top quality.
Xue Meng didn't understand, seeing one of the white camellias blooming charmingly, with a pair of black star spots falling on the soft petals, feeling amusing, reaching out and wanting to touch it.
Chu nightning said: "Don't move."
"why?"
Chu nightning didn't speak, just shook his head, Mrs. Wang sighed and said: "The treasures are charming, such a book can be sold for tens of thousands of gold."
"..." Xue Meng withdrew his hands with a livid face, and then sat down in the cushioned Taishi chair.
He thought of the ranking book he had seen on the book stand before. At that time, he was angry because he was not among the top 100 young handsome and rich people in the cultivation world. Right now, he felt that the book did not deceive him.
On his forehead, there was a big black character printed on it:
poverty.
But then again, the book didn't know where it went, and he lost it before he could finish it...
After a while, the curtains interlaced with red coral freshwater pearls squeaked, and two delicate and dignified female nuns, dressed in snow gauze fairy clothes of the Confucian style door, fluttered, one left and one right, lifted the bead curtain, He lowered his eyes and bowed his knees, his voice was like the yellow cry of a warbler.
"Sect Master Xianjun is here."
The voice fell, and a man in his forties smiled and walked into the door. He was plain-looking and somewhat bookish. He was an ordinary person who would be drowned immediately when thrown into a crowd. Apart from being very white, he didn't seem to have anything. A remarkable place.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the ink burned while sitting there drinking tea almost didn't spit out the tea—
"Aiya, Sect Master Xue, Sect Master Xue, those who look forward to the stars and the moon, I look forward to your coming to Confucianism Sect as soon as possible, look at you, you have come here, you are full of heroism, and you are a hero in the world. No one can reach it! It’s great, great, the humble house is flourishing! Good! Good! Good!”
Xue Meng: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
The dignified leader of the number one sect in the world, facing the last leader of the top ten sects, did not spare any effort and praised him, three in a row, "Okay!"
He praised Xue Zhengyi so hard, of course Xue Zhengyi was very useful, and said with a smile: "Where is it, the head of Nangong is really polite."
"It's not polite, I just envy the head of Xue. The head of Xue is a generation of heroes. He is majestic, and he teaches people to worship. Look at me again. When people are middle-aged, they don't feel angry. They are dead flesh, and they have spare fat. Not as good."
Nangong Liu said enthusiastically, Xue Zhengyi wanted to hold back, but the peacock's tail could not hold back, and some expanded: "Don't dare to be, dare not be, haha, hahahaha, the head of Nangong is too modest."
Mo Ran has never dealt with Nangong Liu in his previous life. When he killed Rufengmen, this person ran away quickly. Mo Ran didn't bother to care about such a messy fish, and he didn't care that he died with a knife and a gun in the end. Or escaped and lived incognito for the rest of his life.
It was the first time in his life that he met Nangong Liu so closely, but when he saw his tone, Mo Ran didn't like it, and lowered his voice: "It turns out that the head of the first faction in the world is wonderful in a mouth."
Xue Meng heard it, but he rarely agreed with his words, and whispered: "Yes, when you look at him, it is really called a tongue and lotus, and I can't smell the fragrance of the flowers in the room, tsk, only Nangong Liu is left. The sweetness of the mouth."
Nangong Liu finished praising the old, and then came to praise the younger.
"Oh, isn't this the proud son of heaven, Young Master Xue?"
The poor young master Xue Meng is not short of poverty.
He cupped his hands indifferently: "Sect Master Nangong."
"It's really a hero out of a boy, handsome! It's amazing! Look at those noses, those eyes, tsk tsk, spirit! Sure enough, tiger fathers have no dogs!"
Xue Meng: "..."
Nangong Liu turned his head and said to Xue Zhengyi: "Brother Xue, I really envy you, you see, looking at the world today, which son has half an inch of arrogance! If you want to say me, there are so many young leaders in the world of self-cultivation. , if Ling Lang is number two, no one can be number one!"
Xue Meng was still holding it and hated him, but Nangong Liu didn't seem to see the alienation on Xue Meng's face at all. They were all stunned, and finally showed a smile.
When he whispered to Mo Ran again, what he said was: "Cough, this Nangong Sect Master, although exaggerated, is telling the truth."
"What's the truth?" Mo Ran was funny, looking at him sideways, "Say you are the second in the world, no one dares to be the first?"
"What's wrong, I'm from the Lingshan Conference..."
"That was a competition. Many loose cultivators didn't participate. Do you think that the heroes of the world can really compete in that small arena?"
"..." Xue Meng's face flushed, and after a while, he muttered, "Forget it, I know you envy me."
If he was young, Mo Ran would have to laugh at him again, but now that the words are on his lips, he feels that Xue Meng has such a competitive and narcissistic temperament, what is there to contend with, so he nodded and smiled: "Okay, I envy you, you are the best."
But when he looked up at Nangong Liu again, the smile in his eyes disappeared.
There are many types of wicked people in this world. Some people are very rebellious, and their crimes can reach the sky.
But some people, that's amazing. With their three-inch incorrupt tongue, they are so rotten to the core that they are not despised by everyone.
Mo Ran's previous life is the first kind of person, but what he hates most is not the good people in the world who oppose him. He doesn't hate Mei Hanxue, he doesn't hate Xue Meng, he even admires Ye Wangxi and pity Ye Wangxi.
He hated Nangong Liu the most, as long as there was something available, he would kneel on the ground and lick other people's hemorrhoids.
Damn, suck the carbuncle and lick the hemorrhoids.
Since Nangong Liu came in, Chu nightning has been standing by the window, looking at the neat and magnificent scene of the Confucian style door outside.
The wind in the high place was fast, and the fragrant gauze curtain covered by the window was hazy for a while. Chu nightning stood in that haze, and Nangong Liu's face was full of warmth and kindness. He quickly packed up and walked towards the window. go.
"Master Chu..."
Chu nightning didn't look at him, his expression was indifferent, and he said: "Sect Master Nangong, between you and me, we already know the bottom line."
The fragrant yarn, which was soft into spring water, swiped on his face by the east wind, which made Chu nightning a little impatient. When he raised his hand, he slammed against the annoying thing, and said lightly: "No need to. Greetings."
Nangong Liu smiled and said, "It doesn't mean anything else. Thinking that I haven't met the master for many years, I came to greet him, that's all. Master, why do you have to reject people thousands of miles away?"
"I came for Nangong Si." Chu nightning still did not turn his head, "not for you."
"Si'er will be very happy to see you. Although you didn't accept him as a disciple, you have enlightened him. After you left, he often told me that he missed you."
"… "
Seeing that Chu Wanning finally did not speak out, Nangong Liu said again: "Master, when Caidie Zhentian cracked, you went to justice, which amazed the world, and later was rescued by the guilty master and returned to Yuanyang, but presumably the body is still alive. Didn't you recover, okay? Rufengmen specially prepared 20 top-quality soul nourishing pills for you, expressing your affection for the master on behalf of the immortals in the world, and asking the master to accept it—"
"Nangong Liu."
Chu nightning finally looked back at him, but the name in the mouth has changed. He withdrew his arm against Xiangsha, turned around abruptly, and his straight figure seemed to melt into the vast sky.
His eyes were like flames, his eyebrows were frosty, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.
"Don't put me in a high place and can't come down. How can a mere Confucianism door thank me for the immortals in the world? Who gave you face."
"..." The corners of Nangong Liu's mouth twitched, the charming smile on his face finally did not fall, and he smiled for a while, "Look at what you are doing..."
Xue Zhengyi knew that Chu Wanning and Nangong Liu had a bad relationship, and the entire cultivation world knew that when Chu Wanning was fifteen years old, Nangong Liu worshipped him as a guest, eating, drinking and living, and offering it like a god, but A few years later, Chu Xiaoning suddenly turned his face in the Rufengmen Hall and Nangong Liu in public. The two of you talked to me and said what "Jinchengchi", "Shenwu", "The requirements of the monsters at the bottom of the lake", "morality"" Long illness", "Madam" is also confused by others.
But everyone knows that Chu nightning was finally furious and slapped the case.
"At that time, he received 10,000 yuan and more than a thousand pieces of spiritual stones and talismans every month. Without hair, he took off the jade crown that Nangong Liu had bestowed upon him when he was visiting Keqing, scattered his long hair, and handed the jade crown back to the Confucian Ritualist."
- This is a bridge that many storytellers in the lower repair world are talking about.
"Nangong Liu's face was ugly, but he still tried to make a round, so he said to Master Chu: 'Xianchang has been in this sect for so long, even if he wants to leave, the money that should be settled still has to be settled. A cheap tongue.'
Chu Zongshi said: 'In the past, I served in front of the temple, just to repay Madam Rong for a meal. Now that Madam has passed away, your faction is at odds with me, and I have no intention of staying. I don't need money anymore, I'm ashamed of the food king's salary. ' After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the door of Confucianism. "
Xue Zhengyi originally thought that Mr. Storyteller was exaggerating the facts, so he tried to ask Chu night Ning Rufengmen how to offend him, but Chu night Ning did not like to talk about people behind his back, so he only shook his head, never detail speak.
But now it seems that Mr. Storyteller's words may be true.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mrs. Wang couldn't help coming out to smooth things out, and she said softly, "Elder Yuheng, don't get angry, what if you're so angry?" Then she turned around and bowed to Nangong Liu Liangen, "Xianjun Nangong, your We have received the kindness, but there is no shortage of spiritual stones and precious medicines at the top of life and death, we cannot accept your soul nourishing pill…”
"... Haha, what Madam said is right, it's just a mere lack of consideration." Nangong Liu picked up the steps, and then said with kindness, "Elder Yuheng, offend me, please don't take it to heart."
The ink burned and looked at the side, thinking, this person was poured cold water on the face of the master, but he could still smile so calmly, really amazing.
Thinking like this, he lowered his head and drank the Rizhao Snow Green Tea in his mouth.
Who would have thought that while he was drinking tea, Nangong Liu had come to him with a smile on his face.
The author has something to say: The name and appearance of the camellia are quoted from the twelfth chapter of Jin Yong's "Dragon Babu" "Drunk From Now", which is a misunderstanding, hereby affirmed.
Today's small theater has only one sentence:
[Straight man Xue Meng is a brick, where to move where it is lacking]