After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Xiao Fangchi fell hard. After being stunned for a moment, he came to his senses and sat on the ground, rubbing his painful shoulder and complaining:

"Master is so cruel that he doesn't even want to accept his disciple."

"Pick you up?" Song Huaiqing bent down and lifted Xiao Fangchi's chin, "Do you want me to be your meat pad?"

"whee."

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi bared his big teeth and said, "How could I let Master use me as a meat mat? I can't bear to do it. It doesn't matter if the disciple is rough-skinned and thick-skinned and falls a few times. Master can be refined."

Song Huaiqing finally discovered that this person hid his thoughts five years ago. Five years later, it was revealed like a mask being torn off. Now it is even more straightforward. Three of the five sentences are in It's very disgusting to challenge his ability to accept.

He retracted his hand and didn't know what to say. He said a faint "hmm" and immediately looked out the window, staring at the flow of people outside.

Xiao Fangchi saw the master's reaction and knew that the master didn't want to smile with him anymore, so he patted the dust on his body, held up the round stool and sat down opposite Song Huaiqing.

It didn't take long for the waiter to bring all the dishes to the table. Song Huaiqing's favorite dishes were all on the table.

Xiao Fangchi casually took a few high-grade spiritual stones and threw them to the waiter. The latter took the spiritual stones and happily said a few words, "Young master, eat slowly, call me if you need anything" and then stepped back consciously.

"Master, give it."

Xiao Fangchi wiped the chopsticks and bowl carefully before handing them to Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing took the chopsticks, but was still staring out the window.

The original owner has not been to the Southern Territory, and the cultivation world has always been extremely disgusted with the Southern Territory and evil cultivators, so he always thought that the Southern Territory should be a dark and dark land, with blood everywhere, filled with evil energy and chaos. However, he didn't expect it to be exactly the opposite of what he imagined.

Bustling crowds crowded the narrow streets. It was not necessarily a crowd. There were many people with human heads and snake bodies, and bull heads and horse faces. There are various stalls on both sides of the street. The shouts of stall owners can be heard constantly, and you can also see the scene of bargaining, which is quite harmonious.

There were a lot of products on sale. Song Huaiqing glanced at them a few times, but they were all things that didn't catch his eye.

At this time, in the stall opposite them downstairs, a young man was bargaining fiercely with the stall owner.

"Master, do you think the Southern Territory is different from what you imagined?"

"Yes."

"Master, don't be fooled by this superficial phenomenon. In the Southern Territory, no one can believe it. Don't look at someone who is fine one second, but the next second they may shed blood in the sky and die with hatred."

Xiao Fangchi showed a mocking look in his eyes and pointed at the two people who were negotiating the price. At this time, the two people were already blushing because of the price issue.

"Master, do you believe that the stall owner will take action in the next second?"

"is it?"

Song Huaiqing looked at the two people for a moment, and was a little curious whether they would take action as Xiao Fangchi said.

The stall owner was a burly, middle-aged man with a majestic appearance. His face was red, as if he was angry, and he glared at the young man opposite him in a rough voice.

Lingyue originally just wanted to take a stroll today while the weather was nice, but he didn't expect that he would find a good-quality Yan Yuan grass at this stall.

If he buys it and uses it on his face, his handsome little face will be much more refined.

So he pretended to be 40% disgusted and 60% willing to buy or not, and negotiated the price with the stall owner, trying to get Yan Yuancao at the lowest price. After all, the stall owner seemed honest and honest, so he should be easy to deceive.

Generally speaking, an ordinary quality Yan Yuan grass costs about two hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

Ling Yue waved his hand and raised his chin slightly, as if he was a rich man:

"Brother, I bought a hundred low-grade spiritual stones and this Yan Yuan Cao!"

Unexpectedly, the stall owner, whom he thought was easy to deceive, glanced at him contemptuously and said only one word: "Get out."

Ling Yue felt that his face had been wiped out, and he thought that the stall owner was not easy to cheat, so he raised the price a little more: "How about two hundred low-grade spiritual stones? Brother, this Yan Yuancao is not a rare thing. Worthless."

Still a brief: "Get out."

Ling Yue was angry. He was a handsome guy after all. Why wasn't this wooden-faced man at all attracted by his charm?

What's wrong with selling it to him cheaper? ! You can also get a sincere thank you from him.

But this Yan Yuan Cao was really good. He hadn’t used it on his face for a long time, and he wanted it very much, so he reluctantly raised the price:

"Three hundred low-grade spiritual stones, no more." Ling Yue said calmly, "This Yan Yuan grass has little effect. Most of the people who buy it are female cultivators. Brother, just sell it to me, otherwise you can't sell it." I can only take it home and apply it on my face. But brother, with your figure and appearance, um——"

Lingyue glanced at the stall owner from bottom to top, and continued: "It's not very useful."

Ling Yue is a very serious face-controller, and his actual intention when he said this was that he was just discussing the matter.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, the burly, honest and honest stall owner felt that he had been provoked. This shameless young man just wanted to deceive him, but also attacked his body and appearance? ! So he got angry, scratched his neck and said angrily:

"If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, get out. Why am I here to entertain you?!"

Ling Yue hated it the most when someone hurt him. When the stall owner yelled at him, he slapped him in the face without thinking, "You are so cruel, uncle!"

"Your uncle!!"

The stall owner didn't expect that this man would take action directly, and he became furious. He took out his big axe, swung it and slashed at Lingyue.

Then there was a flurry of excitement.

Song Huaiqing withdrew his gaze and looked at Xiao Fangchi, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Xiao Fangchi said that the stall owner would take the lead, but it turned out that the young man took the lead.

Xiao Fangchi choked. He originally wanted to show off his skills in front of his master, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly.

"Let's eat first."

He changed the topic and glanced unkindly at the frisky young man below with his peripheral vision.

Seeing him like this, Song Huaiqing raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc.

A disciple is just a disciple, and he still wants to show off his knowledge in front of the Master.

The food at Yuehua Building really tastes good. Song Huaiqing sipped a portion of bone soup in small sips. He likes to drink soup when eating.

While he was drinking, Uncle Li's face suddenly flashed through his mind, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he put down the spoon.

The spoon and bowl collided together, making a crisp sound.

Although they were eating, Xiao Fangchi kept staring at Song Huaiqing, so when he saw this scene, he immediately asked:

"What's wrong, Master, does it taste bad?"

"I don't want to see soup in my meals anymore, do you understand?"

Xiao Fangchi nodded and kept these words in mind.

Song Huaiqing couldn't eat anymore after being treated like this. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. Just as he was about to get up, the door of the private room was violently knocked open.

Immediately afterwards, an unknown object flew in.