The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

When the six people heard Murong Chuan's voice, it was like hearing a ghost howling from deep in hell. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they froze in place immediately.

"What else do you want!"

After taking the elixir, Jiang Qiancheng's injury immediately recovered to a minimum, and at least his speech was not leaking.

Those injuries seemed serious, but they were actually just traumatic injuries. Murong Chuan didn't want to seek money or kill him, he just wanted to humiliate Jiang Qiancheng, so naturally he wouldn't do anything serious.

"The bet has not been settled yet, how can you leave."

Murong Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Jiang Qiancheng playfully, and took the time to say: "It's your proposal to gamble with your wealth, you don't want to renege on your word and get fat. Since you lost, everything on your body is my property.

Fortunately, the young master is kind-hearted and doesn't want you to lose your dignity, so he allows you to redeem the clothes.Outerwear costs 3000 spirit stones, underwear costs 5000 spirit stones, and underwear costs 8000 spirit stones.

If you can afford the money, you can wear your clothes and leave. If you can't, you can only wrong Mr. Jiang.Of course, you can't afford to pay now, but you can write down the paperwork. "

Everyone gasped, stunned by Murong Chuan's viciousness.This is no longer vicious, but advanced to be vicious.

Killing is nothing more than nodding and slapping is enough to humiliate people. Unexpectedly, Murong Chuan didn't think it was enough, and he had to make a fuss about clothes.

"Murong Chuan! Don't bully people too much! They are all fine, why are you only targeting me!"

Jiang Qiancheng was also so angry that he dragged his friend into the water.The expressions of the five people froze, and then they took a few steps back, bowed to Murong Chuan and said:

"Brother Xie Murong reminded us to see his true nature. We are not familiar with him, we were just deceived by his sweet words, and we will not have any contact with him in the future. I wonder if we can leave."

Jiang Qiancheng was stunned for a moment, obviously realizing that his words were wrong, but it was too late for him to make amends at this moment, and Murong Chuan would not give him a chance.

"The young masters are all dragons and phoenixes among men. It would be great if I can understand your painstaking efforts. Please feel free to do so."

Following Murong Chuan's words, they fled the martial arts arena like flying.Jiang Qiancheng's face was full of remorse, and Murong Chuan smiled, and said calmly: "Young Master Jiang, everyone has betrayed their relatives."

Jiang Qiancheng gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to step forward to do his best, so he had to accept his fate after careful consideration.He left written evidence in the jade slips and emptied all his belongings before leaving in despair.

"Mr. Jiang, remember to pay back the money within three days. Just send the money to Baibao Pavilion. I have a lot of work to do, so I don't have time to receive you."

Jiang Qiancheng flew away, and when he heard Murongchuan's words, almost none of them fell to their deaths.He stood up in embarrassment, the hatred and viciousness in his heart had boiled beyond measure.

"Murong Chuan! Damn it, Murong Chuan! I must report to Shimen and let the elders of Shimen arrest you personally! Just pray and don't fall into my hands!"

The protagonists all left, and the onlookers lost interest in watching the monks, and they all set up magic weapons and left.After Murong Chuan packed his things, he turned around and saw Guanshi Huang with a warm smile on his face.

"Mr. Murong is not only intelligent as deep as the sea, but also has unfathomable strength. Mr. Huang really admires him."

Steward Huang stepped forward with a haha, followed by a monk in black.That monk is at least in the Fate Spring Realm, and having a Fate Spring Realm monk as a bodyguard is enough to show the importance of Guanshi Huang.

Murong Chuan's pupils shrank, but his expression didn't change at all. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "It's just a trick, how can Huang Guanshi be able to pinch and count?"

Murong Chuan's intention was obvious, to remind Guanshi Huang not to treat him as a fool.The encounter with Jiang Qiancheng this time could never be a coincidence.

Huang Guan hesitated beforehand, and then let go with a big laugh: "Hahahaha, sure enough, you can't hide from Mr. Murong. This is not a good idea. District A is full of eyeliners from the princess's mansion, and it is easy to know what you are doing.

Especially when you entered the city, you made a lot of noise, it's hard for the princess mansion not to take it seriously.The few city defense troops you are optimistic about are still complacent, claiming that they have something to do with the imperial court. "

Guan Huang has read countless people, and his communication methods are even more profound.It was obviously a careful surveillance, but he said it as a joke, which did not arouse Murong Chuan's disgust at all.

This is the art of language, with the same meaning, but the language is different, and the context of expression is completely different.

Whether it's Murong Chuan, Jiang Qiancheng, or the five young masters, they are really young and their words are full of sharpness.Guanshi Huang is exquisite and tactful in all aspects, which is hard for young people to match.

Murong Chuan smiled and said nothing, although he was not as smooth as Huang Guanshi, his brains were not bad at all.He didn't answer, but waited for Manager Huang to give him an answer.If he picks up the conversation, the topic may change somewhere.

"Hehe, Mr. Murong is so smart, you might as well guess why you two met."

Guanshi Huang is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Sometimes communication is also a battle. Whoever gains the initiative will gain more benefits.

"Nothing else, let your eyeliner tell those second-generation ancestors that there is something new in Baibao Pavilion, or some other reason."

Murong Chuan analyzed lazily, bowed his head and fiddled with the confiscated magic weapon, and stopped talking.The black-clothed monk frowned slightly, but Huang Guanshi pretended to be surprised and said:
"Young master is really a man of gods. Your guess is not bad at all. If you are an official in the court, you will definitely be the master of Qingtian who will benefit the country and the people."

"Finally we've gotten to the point. The Hundred Zhou Dynasty is truly remarkable for engaging in big battles to win over and test talents."

Murong Chuan was thinking in the bottom of his heart, but he said with an extremely humble expression: "Guan Huang is ridiculously praised, and I don't dare to take it. This time I came here, I just want to study at Shuijing Academy, and I have no interest in being an official."

"My son's words are wrong. Although I, Huang, can't cultivate, I also know that cultivation is about the state of mind. Young people are crazy, and the world of mortals cultivates their hearts. Only by tasting all the ups and downs and all the flavors of the world can we get the road to immortality."

It is true that Guanshi Huang cannot cultivate, but he has seen countless people in Baibao Pavilion, and his life experience is incomparably richer, and his mood is actually more open-minded than Murong Chuan.

Murong Chuan trembled in the play, watching the breeze blowing through the golden forest, and whispered to himself:
"I strayed into Wushan and couldn't sleep at night, and found Wen Tianyun to cover my eyes.

The ancients always said that the road to Shu is difficult, but it is even more difficult to complete it in Wood.

The green bamboo bends with the wind, and the wind and rain keep breaking.

When the clouds are calm and the wind is light, it will be firm and leisurely again.

In front of the stagnant water and rotten fish beach, fortunately, there are always fish with me.

The changed Qingxian's nasal cavity was full, and the moonlight only appeared in the fundus of his eyes.

Drank three thousand cups of turbid wine, lying drunk in the East China Sea and sharpening his sword secretly.

Cut down all the young pine trees in Nanshan Mountain, refine them and burn them to the sky. "

Murong Chuan didn't know why a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, and he remembered this poem that had been dusty for many years.If it weren't for Guanshi Huang's phrase that "mortals refine one's heart", he would never have remembered such a poem in his life.

"A good poem, a good poem. Mr. Murong is both civil and military, and his talent is also rare in the world. The four words frivolous and rebellious are vividly displayed in this poem."