It will be even more affectionate in the future.
Obviously, his cultivation base was higher than Lan Qingming's, but White jade tea just walked recklessly and didn't look ahead, and was helped by Mo Shulin several times to block it with his hands so as not to bump into other people.
It was hard to find an empty booth in the corner. Mo Shulin worked hard to set up a stall after cleaning, but White jade tea sat down on the recliner that Mo Shulin took out from the storage bag, biting the candy rabbit, and looked at the hardworking Mo Shulin.
When Mo Shulin looked up, White jade tea would pretend to look away. Mo Shulin would take the opportunity to look at it for a while, then lowered his head and continued to take out the things with a smile on his lips.
Lan Qingming said that he was really full, and looked away.
At first, he thought that what Mo Shulin was displaying were calligraphy and painting, so he took out stacks of rice paper. When he found that the paper was full of rabbit paw prints, his mind was full of question marks.
what is this
Aiwujiwu, so you want to sell your favorite rabbit handprint
Will anyone buy this thing
Before Lan Qingming could fully understand whether these papers could make money, a man with a horse's head and human body came along with two attendants who also had the same horse's head.
"This ink treasure is like a rabbit!" The white horse demon king flicked his mane, picked up a piece of rice paper, and turned his head sideways to admire the rabbit's paw print.
The horse's eyes are on the sides of the skull, so it cannot look straight ahead like a human. Wanting to see something, the white horse demon king can only look sideways, or look down. As the king of the white horse clan, how could it bow its head.
Eating Sugar Man's White jade tea: "..."
For some reason, he always felt that this kind of sentence would come from a monster he had never seen before.
"The White Horse Demon King, I have admired him for a long time. I never expected to see the Lord Demon King here. I am disrespectful and disrespectful." Mo Shulin did not hide, and generously made a relationship with the White Horse Demon in front of him. Thanks to your calligraphy, Demon King White Horse. We still treasure it today."
Mo Shulin took out the book full of horseshoe prints from the storage bag.
The White Horse Demon King was first surprised to be recognized by others, and then immersed in Mo Shulin's respect for it.
You must know that the demon world is not as big as the Cultivator Continent, but the leaders of all races in it can call themselves demon kings, and the white horse race is born to love running and freedom, and cultivation is a medium talent, so they are not respected as much as the top races of the dragon and phoenix races .
It's not easy to be honored as the white horse demon king in a foreign land.
And Mo Shulin not only respected it as the demon king, but also kept its calligraphy. This blow pierced the heart of the White Horse Demon King.
The White Horse Demon King hugged Mo Shulin without saying a word, wanted to call Mo Shulin brothers, and threatened to buy all of White jade tea's calligraphy, to show that bosom friends cherish bosom friends.
Hearing that the White Horse Demon King was going to buy the entire stall, White jade tea's eyes lit up.
But Mo Shulin knew how poor this pretending white horse was, so he thought of such a bad idea as selling Mo Bao. If this is a price that the white horse demon king cannot afford, the white horse demon king will not be able to get down. And if he charged a low price in order not to offend the White Horse Demon King, all the hard work of his master would have been in vain.
So Mo Shulin smiled very sincerely, "This is not allowed."
As soon as he heard these four words, the White Horse Demon King suddenly felt that he had been humiliated, and looked at Mo Shulin displeased.
Mo Shulin still smiled softly, "You are also a seller of calligraphy, the White Horse Demon King. Naturally, you know that it is not only about how much you sell, but also whether you have a friend or not."
The White Horse Demon King thought it made sense and nodded.
"But White Horse Demon King, if you bought all the calligraphy at once, other people who appreciate calligraphy will not have to buy it. How uncomfortable it is for those who can't buy calligraphy." Mo Shulin said and picked it up. A piece of calligraphy, packed up for the White Horse Demon King, "We got inspiration from you, the White Horse Demon King, how can we receive money from the White Horse Demon King. The White Horse Demon King likes it, so I will treat this as a gift to you, the White Horse Demon King. "
"In this way, we have your calligraphy, the White Horse Demon King, and you also have our calligraphy."
"We are friends through literature, and our confidants agree with each other."
Mo Shulin's continuous bragging made the White Horse Demon King very happy.
The two attendants behind him who had been forced by the White Horse Demon King to buy those hoof prints were also taken aback for a moment. They almost didn't realize that these people in front of them were just acquainted, and they really gave birth to a kind of long-term confidant. The familiarity of meeting.
The two outsiders were like this, and the white horse demon king in the rainbow fart was even more fluttering.
The White Horse Demon King was so happy that his horse's mouth split open, he raised his head and laughed loudly, his long horse's face was raised, and his height was abruptly increased by five centimeters. It was the first time White jade tea saw the horse laughing, and was so dazed that the sugar man forgot to eat.
The White Horse Demon King patted Mo Shulin's shoulder after laughing, and took the small gift box Mo Shulin handed over, "You little guy can talk, you brother, I have made a deal with the White Horse Demon King."
"Thank you, the White Horse Demon King, for sure. This is the painter of calligraphy, Bai Ming." Mo Shulin did not forget Lan Qing's name on the other side, "This is the fellow Taoist who came to Baichuan City this time, Lan Qing's name." .”
The White Horse Demon King nodded to the two with a smile. Greeting to White jade tea first, and then to Lan Qingming, thinking of something, his original nonchalant attitude suddenly changed. It turned its head to the other side, one eye was facing White jade tea, and its slender eyelashes fluttered twice, obviously realizing that White jade tea had a higher level of cultivation than it. It's unbelievable.
The White Horse Demon King looked at Mo Bao and thought it was the handprint of a rabbit, but then remembered that Mo Shulin said that this was the imprinter of Mo Bao.
Rabbit, whose cultivation level is higher than that of the demon king
For a while, there was chaos.
Regardless of whether he really believed it or believed it first, the White Horse Demon King changed his attitude, holding the calligraphy in both hands, obviously a lot more respectful, "Brother Baiming Bunny. My surname is also Bai, and my name is Mawang."
It seems that because many people have questioned this name, the White Horse Demon King hurriedly said: "This is the real name. You also know that most of us demon clans are affected by blood, and most of them are hereditary systems. My father is a rough horse, don't you think Just let me call him King Charming."
White jade tea nodded with a smile, and did not question the meaning of the name.
It's just that White jade tea didn't have the idea of exchanging too many ideas with strangers against his will without too many interests involved.
The white horse demon king doesn't mind either. With Mo Shulin's bragging just now, he completely mistook White jade tea's indifference for fans' bewilderment when they saw their idol.
"White Horse Demon King, the auction is probably about time." A follower reminded when he saw the sky.
They are not big families, and it is rare to have a chance to enter the market, it is better to be early.
"Yes." The White Horse Demon King hastily bid farewell to them, and said that he hoped to see him again by fate. If he could find him in the Demon Realm, he would definitely serve White jade tea with the best kumiss. Before leaving, the White Horse Demon King gave White jade tea a bunch of white horse hair.
White jade tea wanted to pick it up in person, but Mo Shulin picked it up first.
How could he let White jade tea pick up this kind of thing. This is the hair on the horse's tail, the closest thing to the ass.
After sending away the White Horse Demon King, White jade tea felt that it was not good for opening.
I just lost a piece of paper and a gift box without getting any income from the stall.
The White Horse Demon King gave them away, and Mo Shulin thought that he would wander around with Lan Qingming later. Worried that he would have to go out of the city for a long time again, and would be exhausted, he still gave Lan Qingming the same copy of calligraphy.
Although Lan Qingming was happy to receive the same treatment as the White Horse Demon King, but remembering that there was a piece of rice paper with rabbit paw prints inside the box, the joy of receiving gifts disappeared immediately. What made him even more depressed was that with this acceptance, he lost the opportunity to inquire.
When I first saw it, I asked a question, and I could still say that I was curious. Now when I receive a gift, I ask what is the use of this rice paper, which is obviously a question of the gift. Unless the person who gave the gift said it directly, it would be very rude to ask others what it is for when you receive it.
Of course, this courtesy is entirely due to Lan Qingming's belief that the rabbit paw print is useless. If it is a rare and valuable item, it will naturally ask what it is used for, wishing to help show it to everyone.
After setting up the booth, Mo Shulin continued to be Lan Qingming's tour guide. White jade tea stayed at the booth doing nothing.
White jade tea was good-looking, and his white clothes were very attractive, but after he stepped into the tribulation stage, the rabbit handprint had a qualitative leap. Others couldn't feel the aura on the rice paper at all, and thought it was a very ordinary mark. Therefore, neither the White Horse Demon King nor Lan Qingming recognized anything.
Mo Shulin was also a practitioner in the Qi refining period, he couldn't notice the gaps, he only knew the uses.
Although White jade tea knew the difference, he didn't have a strong desire to make money, so he didn't show his face to sell it. After sitting in the booth, he took out the book "Sword Qi Lun" in a blunt manner, and continued to pretend to be an immortal who has nothing to do with the world.
Because of White jade tea's appearance, passers-by couldn't help but take a second look, and then they would be persuaded to leave by the paper on the booth.
There is a rich man who wants to tease White jade tea, but White jade tea will coldly offer an unbelievably high price. The rich man wants to be angry, but when he is warned by Bai Yu's eyes, he will become cowardly again.
This morning passed, there were crowds of people in front of him, and the stalls next to him were like a cloud of customers. Only White jade tea was deserted, and not a single piece of paper was sold.
White jade tea couldn't help but think of the days when he and Mo Shulin set up a stall together.
It was also all morning, Mo Shulin emptied out everything in the booth, but he didn't sell a single one.
Why is there such a big gap between people
I miss Mo Shulin so much.
There is no mobile phone in this world, so I am so busy that I can't even send a text message to Mo Shulin. Although they are all reading books, how can they keep in mind the people coming and going.
White jade tea Xizi sighed, causing men and women on the street to turn their heads frequently. This cultivator looks so good-looking, why is he so hesitant to sell that weird thing? What a pity, what a pity.
Just when White jade tea was feeling bored and was thinking about whether to close the stall altogether, White jade tea heard a familiar voice.
"Ah, no, no. I can't find a place today." The little gourd spirit was on his father's head, hooking his father's bun with a gourd vine to prevent himself from falling off.
"It's not that you overslept." The gourd stall owner was also looking for it, but it was almost noon, and it was almost impossible to find it.
"No way. Obviously, Dad, you overslept too. Sure enough, you can't do it without your mother." The little gourd spirit felt extremely uncomfortable.
Thinking of his daughter-in-law, the gourd stall owner also feels very uncomfortable.
But if they don't sell anything, they will feel even more uncomfortable if they don't have Lingshi to pay the rent.
"Ah! It's a rabbit! There's a stall for rabbits, let's go over and set up a side." Little Gourd Jing, with sharp eyes, pulled his father's bun with a gourd vine, and told White jade tea the direction of pulling the bun.
"Hey, hey, don't pull so hard. My leaves are going to be bald by you." The gourd stall owner yelled, walking in that direction.
Walking to the stall, the owner of the gourd stall was dumbfounded when he saw the immortal White jade tea. Who is this man
The little gourd essence didn't notice the doubts of the gourd stall owner. It swung the gourd vine and landed on the stall, "Wow, you are so powerful, rabbit. Is this the language of your rabbit clan? You even sell calligraphy?"
The little gourd admired it for a while, but couldn't help complaining, "Your rabbit clan's characters seem to be well-written, unlike our gourd's. I wrote with a brush for a long time, and my father would whip me if I didn't write well."
White jade tea was left speechless when asked. These are all rabbit handprints, how did they become calligraphy? Could it be that this is also a child who was poisoned by the White Horse Demon King
Seeing that White jade tea didn't answer, the gourd stall owner thought that the child had identified the wrong person, so he hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sorry, this fairy is very sorry. My child's eyesight is not very good, so it recognized the wrong person. Sorry, sorry."
The little gourd essence wanted to say that she did not admit her mistake, but was hugged by the gourd stall owner and was not allowed to speak.
White jade tea waved his hand, "That's right, it's me."
The gourd stall owner couldn't believe it, but when he saw the rabbit's paw prints on the stall, he looked at White jade tea, and only believed White jade tea's words when he saw White jade tea nodding.
The little gourd essence looked smug, "Let's just say that I did not admit the wrong person. Last time I definitely did not admit the wrong person. They must be lying."
"My things are all the same, so I don't need to put so many positions, please." White jade tea extended his hand to invite the gourd stall owner to join him.
While reaching out to invite, those rice papers floated up one by one, stacked neatly, and finally occupied only one-third of the booth.
White jade tea's seat was already leaning to one side, so there was no need to move it.
The owner of the gourd stall was very happy, and quickly set up a stall after thanking him.
The little gourd spirit shook the gourd vine, studied White jade tea carefully, and said, "Oh, rabbit, your personality has changed since you became a human. I still like your fat..."
Before he finished speaking, the mouth of the little gourd essence was sealed by an invisible force.
The little gourd essence met White jade tea's milky eyes. Not really angry, but with an obvious warning not to speak again.
Little Gourd Essence: "..."
All right. The fat rabbit is unwilling to accept the fact that he is fat.
My lord, I always like to live in lies.