"..." Ye Wangxi was obviously blocked by what he said, but he didn't get angry and said for a moment, "You misunderstood. I didn't want to follow you, but I was ordered by the lord to come to Xuanyuan Pavilion to buy something and go back. ."
Mo Ran and Chu nightning heard this and glanced at each other.
- Shenwu.
Nangong Si shook the red mud jug in his hand, and his face became more gloomy: "Father wants to buy something, what should I trouble you to do? Can't I do it for him if I have no hands or feet?"
"... Si, that's not what I meant."
"Who asked you to call me that?" Nangong Si's eyebrows were extremely low, his eyes were like electricity, "Young Master Ye, don't think that your father is blind and close to you, so you can be unscrupulous in front of me... Don't you think that Disgusting?"
"I call you that because of the meaning of the Lord. If you are disgusted, you can tell him yourself." Ye Wangxi was silent for a while, and said, "What's the use of being angry at me."
"Don't use your father to oppress me!"
Nangong Si took a breath and suppressed his anger a little, his black pupils were extremely cold, just like the silver moon hanging high, and the smoke of the wolf filled the air.
"Young Master Ye." He seemed to prolong these three words, "Father asked you to call me Si, I am afraid that he will have the wrong idea about your position in the pie, but you must have some self-knowledge in your own heart. Don't give it to me. You have a three-point color, you have opened a dyeing workshop, you know, even if you dyed a red and purple, and you were born here, you can't compare with me."
There seemed to be a gloom on Ye Wangxi's gentleman's face like the wind, his thick eyelashes drooped down, and said quietly: "Young master said yes, but Ye... Lord shoulder to shoulder."
The change in the title made Nangong Si a little more comfortable. He raised his hand and drank a few sips of spicy soju, but he was not drunk. He stared at Ye Wangxi for a while, snorted from his nose, and waved his hand. : "I don't dare to measure you. Look at the way you are now, how can you be..."
He suddenly realized that there were a lot of people here, and he almost said something he shouldn't have said, so he pursed his lips and stopped talking.
"… "
On the other hand, Ye Wangxi, even though he was so humiliated and abused, he still kept his eyes down. No one could see whether it was anger or humiliation in his eyes. He only gave everyone a peaceful and gentle face, three points of heroism, Seven points introverted.
The atmosphere was extremely embarrassing for a while.
Nangong Si awkwardly looked left and right for a while, his eyes fell on the woman behind Ye Wangxi, as if to cover up the mistake he had just made, he coughed, raised his chin at the woman, and asked Ye Wangxi: "You saved?"
"Um."
"Where did she come from? Don't help me if you don't know where she came from."
"It's okay, it was taken by Xuanyuan Pavilion."
Nangong Si didn't care about the bid for Xuanyuan Pavilion, and he didn't bother to inquire, but when he heard that Song Qiutong was actually shot, he couldn't help but be surprised. The originally lazy and perfunctory eyes suddenly sharpened, stared at Song Qiutong's face, and said for a while, "Is this thing a slave bone, or a sphenoid beauty seat?"
There are only two kinds of people in the Cultivation Continent that can be sold openly. In addition to the sphenoid beauty seat, the other is the slave bone.
Slaves are the offspring of humans and demons. Because people are afraid of the demonic nature of such alien races, once they are aware of it, they will destroy their true essence and put a slave curse on their pipa bones, making them into servants.
However, the price of slave bones is not high, and there is nothing unusual. Generally, they are used to bring tea and water to the sects, or they are bought by rich businessmen and played at home. Since it was sold by Xuanyuan Pavilion, it should not be of this quality.
Sure enough, Ye Wangxi said, "It's a sphenoid beauty seat."
Nangong Si became interested, bypassed Ye Wangxi, walked to Song Qiutong, looked around her as if looking at the goods, then frowned and said, "Why does this thing have a lame leg? Taste?"
"... She was injured when she was caught, and she was put on medicine, but she was still not well." Ye Wangxi paused, "So we can't go far, and we want to stay here for one night."
Nangong Si was noncommittal, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sniffed Song Qiutong's neck, acting like a wild and untamed wolf. Song Qiutong was so frightened by his apprentice-like behavior that his face turned pale, and he was shaky with his clothes in place.
"It doesn't smell any different from ordinary people." He rubbed his nose and sneezed, "And the smell of fat powder..."
Waving his hand, Nangong Si asked casually, "How much?"
"Fifty million."
"silver?"
"gold."
Nangong Si suddenly widened his eyes: "Ye Wangxi, you crazy? Do you know how many top grindstones are enough for 50,000,000 gold? Buy me a woman? You think my Confucianism is not money? "
"I didn't spend money from the sect." Ye Wangxi paused for a moment, then continued, "I didn't buy it for you either."
"You!" The anger that had just dropped came up again, and Nangong Si's face changed, "You are very good!" She turned her head and stared at Song Qiutong, the more she stared, the less pleasing to the eye, especially the Fu Qingsha covering her face, what do you think? How unhappy, he immediately ordered, "You, the rag on your face, take it off!"
Song Qiutong was frightened, tightly clutching Ye Wangxi's sleeve, and shrank even more behind him, his voice was extremely pitiful: "Young Master Ye, I... I don't want to... "
Ye Wangxi is slender and tall, not as strong and tall as Nangong Si, but when he slightly raised his head and looked at Nangong Si, he was not afraid: "Since she is unwilling, Young Master should not force her."
"Longy and wordy, she was saved by you, that is, you owe my Confucianism Sect a life, and you have to listen to me. Take it off!"
"She was saved by me. From the time I saved her, I gave her back her freedom." Ye Wangxi said, "I also ask the young master, don't be hard on others."
"Ye Wangxi! You're the only good thing!" Nangong thumped the door frame angrily, "What do you think of me? I'm going to slap you today, I said if she wants to pick it, she will pick it up. , take off the veil, let you live here, if you don't take it off, fuck me!"
Ye Wangxi sighed imperceptibly, then turned to Song Qiutong and said, "Let's go."
This time, Nangong Si was not the only one who was choked. Ye Wangxi had Shenwu on his body, and he couldn't let him go away. Chu nightning immediately said: "Go and stop him."
"Okay, okay." Mo Ran also had this intention, but after a long time, he suddenly stunned, "Master, stop him and let him live, but people want to stay in the store to rest."
"Give him half of our room."
"... uh." The ink burned for some reason, and suddenly the look became a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate."
Chu nightning raised his eyelids slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Master doesn't know anything, we'd better not stay in the same room with him, and he won't agree, because this Ye forgets the past, he is actually a..."
Just as he was talking about the key point, he suddenly heard Nangong Si slammed over a table, the cups and dishes fell to the ground, and suddenly pulled a bench, put a foot on it, and said angrily: "Who will allow you to say go away? Just leave?! I think you are going against the sky! Come back for me!"
"..." This time, even Nangong Si's relatives had embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Isn't this... Young Master, did you ask people to get out of here
Ye Wangxi seemed to be used to Nangong Si's unreasonable troubles, and planned to pretend that he didn't hear his roar, patted Song Qiutong on the shoulder, and motioned her not to pay attention to the madman behind.
"Ye forget the past!"
"… "
"Ye Wangxi!!"
"… "
"Ye-forget-past!!!"
The blue veins on Ye Wangxi's forehead kept jumping twice, and finally he couldn't help but turn his head. Unexpectedly, a wine jug was thrown towards him, his pupils shrank suddenly, Ye Wangxi was about to dodge, and suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of him.
"what!"
A weak cry of pain shocked everyone present, Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si were even more discolored.
It turned out that between the lightning and flint, Song Qiutong was actually standing in front of Ye Wangxi, and the heavy red mud jug was hitting her forehead hard. In an instant, blood flowed, and her white jade hands trembled and caressed her. After the blood stains, I immediately burst into tears.
"Don't touch it, I'll take a look at the injury."
"I'm fine, as long as I don't hurt the son..."
"Just talk when you talk, what bottle are you throwing?" Ye Wangxi's tone was fiery, he glanced at Nangong Si reproachfully, and then said to his attendant, "Take the golden medicine."
"Young master, all the golden pharmacy medicines you brought with you have run out." The attendant whispered, "Or I'll go outside and buy some more."
Nangong Si did not expect this to happen. Although he forced himself to remain calm, there was still a hint of apology in his eyes. He hesitated with a stern face: "I, I have it here... Alan, bring my medicine bag."
Ye Wangxi was a little angry, pursed his lips and ignored him.
Holding the small medicine bottle, he froze in place for a long time, not seeing Ye Wangxi looking back at himself, Nangong Si couldn't stand it, so he simply shoved the medicine bottle into Song Qiutong: "Here for you, whether you like it or not."
Song Qiutong, like a frightened deer, first looked at Ye Wangxi tremblingly, and saw that he did not stop him, but was silent, so he took the golden medicine in peace, and bowed his head to the person who injured him, and said softly: " Thank you, Young Master Nangong."
Unexpectedly, the girl who was almost kicked out by herself would say thank you, Nangong Si was stunned for a moment, then she waved her hand back to her senses, and coughed awkwardly, "It's okay."
It was night, Ye Wangxi and his party finally stayed here.
In an inn, the candles are lighted, and the stars are chaotic.
The ink burned and sat by the window, quite absent-minded. It has been nearly two years since the rebirth, and the progress of many things has been very different from the previous life. It is always subtle to see the same people do different things.
Song Qiutong, Ye Wangxi, no return...
These people and things that were familiar to him in his previous life all reappeared in his life with the passage of time. It's just that he will never marry Song Qiutong as his wife again in this life. As for Ye Wangxi, this person will soon become famous all over the world and become the second largest master in the cultivation world after Chu Wanning.
And no return.
Thinking of this Mo Dao that accompanied him in his previous life, he felt restless in his heart.
"Master."
"What's the matter?"
"You've been drawing this spell for half an hour, why haven't you finished it yet?"
"It's good." Chu nightning said, with a bean lantern, carefully took the nib dipped in cinnabar and made the last few strokes, an extremely complicated Tenglong leaping onto the paper.
The ink burned and looked at it.
"what is this?"
"Thanglong enchantment." Chu nightning said.
"what for?"
"You can see all the traces of magic around you, big or small. If that mysterious person wants to test the essence of spiritual roots with divine martial arts, he must leave a mark on the weapon. Whether the appearance of this weapon is a coincidence or his meticulous design, you can immediately know. already."
"Wow, there is such a good thing, why doesn't the master use it in Xuanyuan Pavilion?"
"... I wake up the Dragon Formation, you will understand after reading it."
I saw that Chu nightning pierced his fingertips and wiped it on one of the dragon scales. The little yellow dragon on the paper overflowed with golden light, and the eyes and tail began to swing flexibly.
Chu nightning said: "Are you a real dragon?"
There was a shrill voice on the paper: "Yes, yes, this seat is a real dragon."
"How can you see it."
"Stupid mortal! How can you not believe it!"
"If you can jump out of the paper, I'll recognize you as a real dragon."
"How difficult is this! You wait for this seat! Hey!"
The golden light flashed, and a slap-sized mighty little dragon jumped out of the paper, shook his head and swayed his tail, opened his teeth and danced his claws. Only big real dragon, big real dragon, I have many little secrets, little secrets. I have many secrets, so I won't tell you, I won't tell, I won't tell, tell, you!"
Chu nightning glanced at the little loach coldly with the eyes of the clear ice lake, covered it on the table with his hands, and said to the ink with no expression: "Understand?"
"understood… "
"Let go of me! You stupid mortal! You messed up the beard of this seat!"
Chu nightning raised his hand and unceremoniously clicked its inverse scales, which were the blood-stained scales: "Shut up and go to work."
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Nangong Si
word: free
Posthumous name: none
Occupation: The son-in-law of the head of Confucianism
To put it simply: the second generation of officials
Social Appearance: A young cultivator who leads many fans and is a virtuous young man
To put it simply: a big brother with a group of younger brothers
Current Favorite: Nylon Platinum
Favorite food: meat bones
Dislikes: Vegetables
Height: 185