Fan Jianqiang: “(⊙o⊙)…?!”
The fortune teller: “…”
Dan Chengzi: "╰(*°▽°*)╯?!"
Lu Ming: “Uh.”
Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining were trembling.
I just picked up tens of thousands of items?!
Tens of thousands of treasures, did you just pick them up? Where did you find them so easily? Did you rob someone's sect's treasure house? !
The fortune teller couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, when we left, there shouldn't have been many treasures left in the world inside the coffin, right? How come... there are still tens of thousands of them?"
"Yes, they are indeed gone. These treasures belong to monks from various sects. They threw them to me, so I can't just refuse them, right?"
Qi Zifan looked somewhat helpless, and gently spread his hands: "They are really too enthusiastic! There is nothing I can do."
There’s nothing I can do.
Is he stupid or insane, throwing all his treasures to you to pick up
The expressions of the six people at this moment were very interesting.
"Your Highness..."
The corners of Fan Jianqiang's mouth twitched continuously. At this moment, he suddenly clasped his fists and said, "Well, I suddenly remembered that we have some important matters to attend to at Dionysus Peak. Let's say goodbye for now."
"Junior brother, let's go."
Without waiting for Qi Zifan's response, Fan Jianqiang dragged the confused Lu Ming away.
Pulling and pulling!
Fatty Dan also felt his legs go weak: "Your Highness, I'm afraid this won't end well. If it were the treasures we found in the burial ground, it would be fine, but the tens of thousands of treasures from the disciples of various sects... Once they are freed, they will definitely not give up."
The fortune teller nodded repeatedly.
Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining's expressions were also extremely wonderful.
They finally understood why Qi Zifan had such an expression when they said that the disciples from various sects would not chase to the Zifu Holy Land.
It turns out... he was the one who had all his magic weapons taken away!
Who wouldn't come
Even when facing the Purple Mansion Holy Land, they must at least come to ask for an explanation.
"What are you afraid of?"
Seeing that they were a little scared, Qi Zifan rolled his eyes and said, "Do they still dare to take action in the Purple Mansion Holy Land?"
"At most, they'll come to my house to argue. What's there to be afraid of?!"
"Master, you are an expert at talking, are you afraid of them?"
"… "
The fortune teller's eyelids twitched: "Your Highness, this... treasure is with you."
"Uh... that seems to be the case." Qi Zifan was slightly stunned, then reacted.
Yes, this treasure is here with us...
Oh my god?!
He stared.
What should I do when those people come to cause trouble and argue with me? Should I just shut myself up and not see them? Or should I just cheat on them
But no matter what you do, it doesn't seem good, right? It's simply ruining your image!
Especially when our Saint Daughter came back and found out that she...
"But then again, what she did wasn't very impressive, and she wanted to take over everything. I was just implementing her ideas, so this isn't my fault, right?"
"If you think about it this way, I have an idea."
Qi Zifan's eyes rolled around, and then he shook his head: "Let's go back first!"
After she spoke, no one else said anything, but most of them looked worried and went into the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
…
Qi Zifan returns to Haoyue Peak...
Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining also followed back.
The fortune teller and the elixir master each went back to their own homes and looked for their own mothers.
Everything seemed to have calmed down.
only…
On the top of Haoyue Peak, there suddenly appeared a huge coffin several dozen feet long.
Looking at this extremely unsightly coffin that looked like a mountain, Qi Zifan shook his head and said, "This thing is really eye-catching."
"Fortunately, it can be reduced in size. Otherwise, with its original size, ugh..."
…
Time passes.
Everything seemed to have calmed down.
However, as more and more Purple Mansion disciples returned and told everyone what happened in the burial ground...
Countless Purple Mansion disciples were dumbfounded.
"What?!"
"You said Her Highness the Saint brought people to buy up all the treasures?!"
"ah???"
"The Saint also took away the treasures of tens of thousands of monks from various sects? How is this possible!"
"Nonsense! Do you think that cultivators are made of paper? Their magic weapons can be taken away by anyone? If it was just one or two people, it would be fine. But is it possible that the treasures of tens of thousands of people were taken away?!"
"Your Highness's style... seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the past!"
"… "
There are many disciples who believe in it.
There are more disciples who do not believe.
At the same time, many people keenly noticed a problem, which was... Is Saint Qi Zixiao's style this time different from her previous aloof personality? !
"What on earth caused such a drastic change in His Highness's personality?"
"Such changes... aren't all bad things, right?"
…
While many disciples were discussing the matter, inside the Zifu Palace.
Crackling!
The mahjong battle between Mo Daolin, Xiao Zhan, Zizhu, and Su Muxue has not stopped yet... However, occasionally they will switch to playing Landlord.
Nowadays, there are more and more games available on mobile phones. In addition to several types of Mahjong, there are also Landlord, Gobang, etc.
However, the disciples of Zifu were not very interested in Gobang.
Many people like Landlords...
Bang!
Sudden.
The door was violently pushed open, and Sloppy Jiuwu rushed in and took a look. His eyes widened immediately: "Great! I was wondering why I haven't seen you recently, so it turns out you are???"
"You've been playing all this time?!"
"So what?" Zizhu and Jiuwu didn't get along, and she was the first to look at each other sideways: "Is it not possible?"
"You old Zizhu, who was it that lied and swore that mahjong was the root of all evil? And now you are addicted to toys and have no ambition to make progress?!"
"Who said I don't want to make progress? I am trying to realize the great Dao and make further progress. How can a person like you who only cares about things understand?"
Master Zizhu remained calm and talked freely.
"I don't trust you!"
Jiuwu curled his lips and said, "Quick, get out of the way, I'll do it!"
"Why?"
"Will you let me go?!"
"I won't let you!"
"Hey? I mean, do you want to have a fight..."
The two of them rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight if they disagreed. Seeing this, Su Muxue slammed the table and said, "Shut up, everyone."
"We're playing mahjong, why are you arguing?!"
"Jiuwu, are you okay? If not, stop making a fuss!"
"… "
Jiuwu was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "There really is something going on. I almost forgot about it. You guys are actually playing mahjong!"
Four people: "…, what does our playing mahjong have to do with you?"
Jiuwu: "... I am an old man, I..."
"That's all."
well!
He sighed heavily: "I'd better play with Qiqi. You guys can only play mahjong to kill time."
Mo Daolin glared at him: "Shut up!"
Crack!
The mahjong in Xiao Zhan's hand exploded.
Master Zizhu didn't say anything, but the smile on his face had completely disappeared.
Even Su Muxue rolled her eyes: "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now."
"Hey, don't you know?" Jiu Wu didn't delay any longer: "Zi Xiao and the others are back."
"Know, how?"
Mo Daolin was as cool as ever, his face was cold and he looked unconcerned.
"I'm wondering if you're sick, old man?" Zizhu Zhenren said sarcastically, "They've basically returned safely, with minimal damage. What's there to say?"
"Whether they get the opportunity or not, it's their own destiny. Do we, as elders, have to beat gongs and drums to welcome these disciples back when they return?"
"What does it have to do with you? Your people from Zizhu Peak haven't come back yet!"
Jiu Wu showed no sign of weakness and immediately said, "Brother, you know about this, but you are still so calm?"
"Aren't you afraid that those sects will put pressure on Zixiao and even our Zifu?"
"???"
Mo Daolin was stunned: "Why?"
"Why?"
Jiu Wu said with a click of his tongue: "Zi Xiao robbed the magic weapons of tens of thousands of people this time. Those are not ownerless objects in the secret realm, but treasures of cultivators from other sects!"
"Do you think they will come to our house to ask for money or put pressure on us?"
Mo Daolin was stunned for a moment, then he was shocked: "Is this true?!"
Zizhu Zhenren's expression changed slightly: "Drunkard, please stop talking nonsense."
Xiao Zhan pulled his beard and accidentally pulled out several strands.
After the initial surprise, Su Muxue smiled brightly: "As expected of the Purple Mansion Saintess, this is how it should be. Back then, I..."
"Stop."
Mo Daolin stretched out his hand to stop Su Muxue from speaking, feeling extremely annoyed.
You back then
What were you like back then? Don’t you have any idea
Wherever you go, people will call you a witch or something like that.
That means you are strong, otherwise you would have been beaten countless times, right
Mo Daolin naturally couldn't say so many words in a short time. At this moment, he was speechless and looked at Jiu Wu: "Are you serious?"
"How could this be false? Otherwise, go ask Zixiao yourself!"
Jiuwu patted his chest and said, "Can I, Jiuwu, deceive you?"
"If you ask me, Zixiao is really amazing. She has the charm of Senior Sister Su in her youth. I, the Saint of Zifu, should be like this..."
"I am invincible among my peers, so what if they are disciples from other holy places? So what if my treasures are stolen? It doesn't matter if they are stolen!"
"It's their own fault that they don't have enough skills and don't have good enough knowledge!"
"In my opinion, we should support Zixiao this time and beat out all those who come to ask for treasures and seek justice!"
"I'll take responsibility for this!"
Su Muxue stood up excitedly and stopped playing mahjong: "There will definitely be no problem..."
"I'll come and help too." Jiuwu was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
"sit down!"
Mo Daolin started to scold and his face turned green!
I felt so miserable.
Everything was fine, why did it turn out like this
Especially Zixiao, what a good child she was before? She was cute and well-behaved, just like her own daughter, but now... why is she becoming more and more like Su Muxue
Could it be that she has been secretly tutoring Zixiao? !
This is simply outrageous!
Mo Daolin was heartbroken...
How come she was such a caring and considerate person, but she suddenly became a black-hearted one? !
What on earth happened in this?!
ah?!
What on earth happened?!
Mo Dao Lin was depressed.