If it wasn't for the fact that Chu Wanning was well aware of the back and forth, looking at his serious appearance when he spoke, Mo Ran felt that he would really believe his nonsense.
Is Xia Si Ni the son of Chu Wanning
Are you kidding me, do you really think he's stupid
However, the face of the master is always not good, so in the following days, the ink burns from time to time to cooperate with Chu Wanning's acting, making a pair of "God", "it's actually like this", "I can't think that the master is so unruly. man”, and so on.
I have to say that although I don't know what Chu Wanning wants to do, this experience is quite interesting.
The ink burned to tease him every three to five, and the sun was in the teahouse, and the ink burned with his cheeks, and his round and clear eyes called: "Master, Master."
Chu nightning swallowed a mouthful of Yangxian tea, raised his eyes and looked at him lightly: "Huh?"
"Why didn't you meet Junior Brother Xia?"
Chu nightning said: "It's not that I don't recognize it, and the fate has not arrived."
"When will it be fate?"
"Look at his creation."
Mo Ran looked at his unpredictable appearance, his ribs hurt when he laughed, and he had to make a state of pity: "Junior Brother Xia is really pitiful."
Another example is when the bridle was on the road, the ink burned up and folded a willow branch, and along the way, the cat and the dog were knocked and beaten. When I was idle and bored, I called Chu Wanning again.
"Master, Master."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm asking you something quietly." Mo Ran said with a smile, "Master... Who is she? Does she look beautiful?"
Chu nightning choked, and then covered it with a light cough.
"It's okay."
"Ah? Can you only go to Shang Ke?" Mo Ran said in surprise, "I thought that if the master could have blue eyes, she would definitely be a beauty who is alluring the country and the city."
"… "
The ink burned on the bridle and approached his dark horse and Chu nightning's white horse. He leaned over and asked, "Do you still have contact with Shizun?"
"... What is the relationship?" Chu nightning glanced at him coldly, touched his upper and lower lips, and said, "Your wife is dead."
You killed your daughter-in-law in just two sentences? The ink burned almost choked by saliva: "Dead, dead?... How did you die?"
Chu nightning was expressionless: "Difficult to give birth."
"..." Pfft hahahaha.
If it wasn't for the circumstances, Mo Ran estimated that he would fall to the ground from the back of a horse with a smile.
Such an interesting topic, Mo Ran will not let it go easily. The next day, I washed a bag of fresh and plump cherries before going on the road and put them in a loin for Chu Wanning to eat on the road, and fooled him to talk to himself again.
"Master, can I know who the wife is and what's her name?"
Chu nightning picked up a syrup cherry, ate it calmly, and then said coldly: "The deceased is dead, what's the use of knowing her name."
The ink burns and acts like a good show: "Respect the bishop's way of filial piety, even if the teacher is poor, the apprentice should remember his surname, and the winter solstice and Qingming should be worshipped."
Chu nightning continued to eat his cherries and said lightly: "No need. Your wife is not such a vulgar person and doesn't like the smell of incense."
Mo Ran pouted, rolled his eyes secretly, and said in his heart: Obviously, you can't arrange the life experience of the teacher for a while, but there is still a face to say that the teacher is floating out of the dust and can't eat the fireworks of the world. But there was still a smile on her face: "The lady is so refined, she must be a person who cultivates immortals, right?"
Chu night Ning paused, and the fingertips that were white like frost and snow took another cherry, chewed slowly, and said: "Not bad."
The ink burned with curious eyes: "Which martial art is the teacher?"
Chu nightning estimated the age of Xia Sini, and calculated that he was still in Linyi at the time, so he said without any disturbance: "Confucianism."
"Oh..." Mo Ran raised his eyebrows slightly. This has made a room for Chu Wanning. Confucianism has always respected male disciples. Although female disciples have not been treated badly in martial arts professors, they have never had the opportunity to show their faces, and they will never leave their names when they go out. Therefore, Although the female cultivators of the Confucianism Sect are quite capable, they only know the four words "Confucianist female cultivators" in the rivers and lakes, but no one knows their respective names and lives. .
However, Mo Ran is a person who is easily abolished. He immediately reorganized his spirit and asked perseveringly: "When did the master and the wife meet, and how did they meet?"
"This… "
Chu nightning couldn't make it up for a while, he was hesitating, his eyes touched the bright and bright eyes of the ink, and suddenly realized that he didn't need to answer his question at all, he immediately pursed his lips, slapped his sleeves, and said coldly, " For the teacher's personal affairs, what are you doing with so much inquiries?"
Speaking of riding the reins, he walked away in white clothes, leaving the ink burning far behind.
The two wandered outside for more than ten days, ran several small fairy gates in a row, and searched around the weapons and spirit stone stalls in the market, but they did not find any clues.
On this day, Chu Wanning sent a letter with Tanghua as usual, and after exchanging news with Xue Zhengyi, he went out of the inn with Mo Ran and went to the market under Guyue Yemen to check the situation.
Gu Yue Ye is the world's largest medicine sect, and also the teacher of Xue Meng's biological mother, Madam Wang.
This immortal gate was built on an island called "Linling Islet", but in fact Linling Islet is not a real island, but the back of a giant basalt. That Xuanwu lived millions of years, and made a blood pact with the ancestor and elder of Gu Yueye, and roamed the sea with the entire immortal gate, nourishing the thousands of trees and hundreds of flowers on the island with its unique immortal energy.
Gu Yueye's disciples have always been mysterious and indisputable. The sect itself does not communicate frequently with the outside world. Only on the 15th day of every month, Xuanwu will humbly close the entire Xianmen gate to the Yangzhou port. At this time, people from other sects will come to the island to purchase medicines, and there will also be businessmen asking for them. They sell weapons and spirit stones, as well as some commodities that cannot be bought daily on the island.
However, the most famous one on Linling Island is not Gu Yueye, but "Xuanyuan Pavilion".
This firm opens its doors twice a month, and sells Gu Yue Ye's top medicines, as well as rare treasures from various sellers. Although commodities often touch the taboos of the comprehension world, no one will eat empty and make Gu Yueye an enemy. After all, more than half of the elixir in the whole comprehension world is produced in this sect. From some perspectives, the strength of Gu Yueye is not equal to No less than today's largest school "Confucianism".
"There are many people here, so put on your cloak."
More and more people came to Linlingyu, and Chu nightning pulled down the hood of the cloak and reminded the ink gently.
Although Xuanyuan Pavilion has set up private seats for all major sects in the auction field as a show of respect, but because this is an exchange for selling stolen goods and gray transactions, in most cases, monks often do not show their true colors, lest people find out. Some details, or even get into the disaster of murder.
Mo Ran and Chu Wanning entered the Xuanyuan Pavilion. The pavilion is divided into three floors. In the center of the first floor stands a nine-petal lotus white jade platform, which is covered with a nine-layer indestructible protective barrier. This is the place where the goods will be displayed.
With Baiyutai as the core, hundreds of benches made of red rosewood extend to four directions in the south, south, and northwest, which are the most common seats.
The second floor is the compartment seat. In front of each compartment is a large golden nanmu window. In front of the window is a layer of gauze curtain. The curtain is woven by silver moon gauze. You can't see the scene inside, which perfectly protects the privacy of the guests. It's just expensive, nine thousand gold per hour.
Chu nightning does not like crowding with people, holding the golden leaves sent by Xue Zhengyi, the flowers are not distressed at all.
The servants who serve the guests in Xuanyuan Pavilion have made a life-and-death contract with the pavilion owner, and will not reveal the private affairs of the guests, but even so, Chu nightning is still worried, he asked for the best compartment, and let the servant take it. I ordered two pots of cold fragrance from the snow, eight fresh fruits and eight candied fruits, four cakes and four candies, and then let people back.
Only he and Mo Ran were left in the compartment. Chu nightning raised his hand, dropped his cloak, and stood in front of the window and looked at the moving heads below.
"Listen to the lord, this time Xuanyuan will sell the same weapon, called Return."
"Return?" Mo Ran shook his head, "Never heard of it."
"It's a magic weapon."
Mo Ran was taken aback: "Shenwu? But Jin Chengchi is not already-"
"I know what you mean. But it is said that this return was found in an unnamed tomb in Wanshenling. It should be that its previous owner had no children to pass on when he died, so Shenwu was buried with him."
"...So it was."
But Shenwu only recognizes the lord of the name, and when the lord of the name dies, Shenwu will recognize his son. Even if other people get Shenwu, it is difficult to exert their power. In the eyes of Mo Ran, it does not make much sense to buy this kind of weapon.
Chu nightning saw the mind of Mo Ran and said: "Although Shenwu can't exert his true strength if he does not recognize the master, but no matter what, the strength will still be several times stronger than ordinary weapons. These people will still rush."
The ink burned the heart: "I understand the meaning of the master. It is rare for ordinary people to see a magic weapon in their lives. Since it is said that this 'return' was found in the nameless tomb, and it is very old, then everyone Most of them will lead to the temptation of their own spiritual power, what if they are the descendants of the original owner
"Indeed."
The ink burned and thought: "It's rare to see Shenwu, but at this time there is an unowned one to bid. This is like the number of fake hooks, taking a high imitation fake to deceive everyone to release their spiritual power, so that he can release his spiritual power. I know if everyone present has the essence spirit body he is looking for."
Chu night Ning Shi Shiran sat down on the soft chair, poured a cold fragrance of snow, and slowly finished it. He looked at the crowd of people swarming below and said in a low voice, "That's true. No matter if this martial art is real or fake, or whether it's a game set up by fake hooks, it's always right to check it out."
The voice fell, and suddenly there was a commotion downstairs.
Chu nightning and Mo Ran looked down, and they were all slightly startled—
I saw the golden gate of Xuanyuan Pavilion opened wide, and among the monks covered in hoods, two rows of blue-clothed young men with jade crowns on their heads were standing upright. The man at the head was slender, handsome and handsome. The actions are covered up.
The ink burned suspiciously: "Ye forgets the past?"
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Ink burning: a medicine that can make people stop dreaming.
Chu nightning: I don't want anything. I heard that there is a famous black gold ancient knife next door. It can be used for Xue Meng as a god, then the black gold ancient knife. (Okay, I know you are Zhang Qiling in the wrong place, next one.)
Xue Meng: Black Gold Ancient Knife (Zhang Qiling, you can't go!!)
Teacher: black...
Meat Bun: Shut up! !
Teacher: Black pot eliminator, I haven't finished yet.
Meat Bun: ... oh.
Mei Hanxue: Do you sell beauties? Since ancient times, black market trading houses have been selling all kinds of beauties. I want all the beautiful ones, and take them back and put them in the palace as decorations.
Ye Wangxi: (kicks the door)… They all leaned against the wall and squatted down. police.