The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

When the qi returns to the qi, the road still has to be rushed.

After bidding farewell to Mei Hanxue, they walked up from Daicheng for more than half an hour, and finally came to the world's largest school - Linyi Rufengmen.

As you can see from the name, Confucianism is located in Linyi, and in this city, 72 large and small stretches of immortal mansions were built. Because the mansions are too large, it takes a meal to ride a horse from the front door to the back door. Therefore, these mansions are simply called "cities". The 72 cities of the Confucianism School each perform their own duties and have a clear hierarchy.Rao is a person like Xue Meng who hates the cultivation world in his bones. When he stood at the gate of the city, he couldn't help being shocked.

Tianhuang Noble Confucianism.

This statement is really true.

They came to the main city, which is the largest city of Confucianism, with white walls and black tiles, facing the sky, with four corner towers, majestic and towering. The road for carriages and horses is five feet wide. It is a long road with no end in sight. It is paved with high-quality Qi refining stones. You don't need to do anything with this kind of stones. You just need to stand on them to gather spirits. Although there are not many people gathered together, everyone understands the principle of gathering sand to form a tower, so each of these stones can be sold for more than a thousand gold.

Xue Zhengyi sighed: "It's nice to have money..."

Mrs. Wang laughed: "If you have money, do you want to pave a way to refine Qi at the peak of life and death?"

"No, I'm going to build a square in every village in the Lower Cultivation Realm. This stone is full of aura, and ordinary ghosts and monsters don't dare to approach it. If we can build one in every village, our disciples won't be able to clean it up in time if we encounter monsters. It's time to hide." Xue Zhengyi muttered, counting with his fingers, shaking his head and saying, "It's a pity that we can't afford it."

Xue Meng listened and sighed: "The pinnacle of life and death, alas, a little poor."

"Yeah." Xue Zhengyi nodded his head, "They also practice Taoism, and I don't know where the Confucianism School got so much money."

At this time, Chu Wanning, who had been silent all the time, spoke: "The lord knows, how much does it cost for ordinary disciples of the Confucianism School to eliminate demons, and the people entrust them?"

"I haven't inquired about it, how much do you want?"

Chu WanNing stretched out four fingers.

"Four hundred silver?" Xue Zhengyi's eyes widened, "So expensive?"

Chu Wanning said: "Four thousand gold."

"........."

"There are many wealthy merchants in the Shangxiu world, and it is easy for Confucianism to get money. How can you catch up with them by entrusting eighty silver per entrustment to the Lord? What's more, sometimes the Lord doesn't take any money." Chu Wanning As she said, her eyes were soft, "Let's go, let's go to the city."

Martial sects tend to be very polite in their dealings with people. The ceremonial department of the Confucianism sect is waiting at the gate of the city these days. Although they smile at everyone, they know what kind of guests are coming and how much they are.

For individual minor repairs, just accompany them to visit around, and then take them to their residences. For some small sects, they will be led to see the elders who are in charge of the Dharma, and the elders will receive them.

As for the top ten sects who are now among the top ten sects, the Confucianism Sect doesn't put on airs, and invites them to rest in the Nuan Pavilion. When Nan Gongliu, the head of the Confucianism Sect, finishes his work, he will come to the Nuan Pavilion to meet the distinguished guests.

The warm pavilion is burning with rich ambergris incense, and the soft carpet can almost sink half of the sole of the foot. In the pavilion, there are eight delicate and beautiful camellias, eight of which are the same plant of different colors, called Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, with white petals falling a little The bright red ones are wrapped in red makeup, and the stems are dyed with veins of red silk. They are Yilanjiao. Xue Zhengyi can't understand these, but Mrs. Wang understands that every book placed here is unique. Good top grade.

Xue Meng didn't understand either. Seeing the charm of one of the white camellias blooming, a pair of black star spots fell on the soft petals. He thought it was fun and reached out to touch it.

Chu nightning said: "Don't move."

"why?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak, just shook his head, Mrs. Wang sighed, and said: "The precious eyes are charming, such a book can sell tens of thousands of taels of gold."

"..." Xue Meng retracted his hands with a pale face, and then sat down in the padded chair.

He thought of the ranking book that he had seen on the book stand before. At that time, he was angry because he was not among the top [-] young heroes and rich men in the cultivation world. Now he feels that the book is not deceiving him.

There was a big black character printed on his forehead:

poor.

But then again, that book went somewhere, and he lost it before he could finish it...

After a while, the curtains strung together with red coral and freshwater pearls creaked. Two elegant and dignified female cultivators, dressed in Confucian-style snow gauze fairy clothes, floated in, one on the left and the other on the right, lifting up the bead curtains. His eyes drooped and his knees bent, his voice was like a warbler's twitter.

"Sect Master Xianjun has arrived."

As soon as the words fell, a man in his forties walked in with a smile. He was ordinary-looking, a little bookish, and he was an ordinary person who would be drowned in the crowd. Apart from being very fair, he seemed to have nothing Remarkable place.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Ran, who was sitting there drinking tea, almost didn't spit out the tea——

"Oh, Master Xue, Master Xue, you only look forward to the stars and the moon, every day I hope that you can come to the Confucianism School early every day, look, you have come here, you are full of heroism, magnificent, a hero in the world, Who can match it! That's great, that's great, the humble house is flourishing! Good! Good! Good!"

Xue Meng: "..."

Ink burning: "..."

The majestic head of the world's number one sect, facing the bottom one of the top ten sects, the top head of death and life, spared no effort and praised him lavishly, saying "Okay!" three times in a row, each more generous and more passionate than the last.

He praised Xue Zhengyong so hard, Xue Zhengyong was of course very useful, and said with a smile: "Where is it, the head of Nangong is really polite."

"I'm not being polite. I just envy Head Xue from the bottom of my heart. Head Xue is a generation of heroes, majestic and majestic, who can teach people to worship him. Looking at merely, a middle-aged person has no energy. He is already a dead body with spare fat. I really feel ashamed of myself." Not as good."

What Nangong Liu said was so enthusiastic, Xue Zhengyong wanted to hold back at first, but the peacock tail couldn't hold back any longer, and he stretched out a little: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, haha, hahahaha, the head of Nangong is too modest."

Mo Ran didn't deal with Nangong Liu in his previous life. When he was slaughtering Confucianism, this person ran away quickly. Mo Ran didn't bother to pay attention to such a miscellaneous fish, and didn't care that he died of a knife and gun in the end. Still escaped and lived the rest of his life incognito.

It was the first time in his life that he met Nangong Liu so close, but when he saw his tone, Mo Ran didn't like it, and lowered his voice: "It turns out that the head of the world's number one faction is wonderful because of his mouth."

When Xue Meng heard it, he rarely agreed with his words, and said in a low voice: "That's right, when he opened his mouth, he was really eloquent, and I couldn't smell the fragrance of flowers all over the room. Tsk, only Nangong Liu is left. Sweetness in the mouth."

After Nangong Liu praised the old ones, she praised the young ones again.

"Oh, isn't this the proud son of heaven, Young Master Xue?"

The young master Xue Meng is forced to be poor, and he is not short of breath.

He cupped his hands indifferently: "Master Nangong."

"It's really a boy from a hero, handsome! Amazing! Look at this nose, these eyes, tsk tsk, spirit! Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs!"

Xue Meng: "..."

Nangong Liu turned back and said to Xue Zhengyong: "Brother Xue, I really envy you. Look, in today's world, which young master has half an inch of spirit like a son! If you want to talk about me, there are so many young leaders in such a big cultivation world. , if your son is the second, then no one can be the first!"

Xue Meng was holding it at first, and hated him, but Nangong Liu didn't seem to see the alienation on Xue Meng's face at all, and threw a basket of warm praises at Xue Meng, smashing the good little Xue Meng They were all stunned, but in the end they actually showed a smile.

When he whispered to Mo Ran again, what he said was: "Hey, although the head of Nangong is a bit exaggerated, he is telling the truth."

"What big truth?" Mo Ran was funny, squinting at him, "Say you are the second in the world, no one dares to be the first?"

"What's the matter, I'm from the Lingshan Conference..."

"It was a competition, and many casual cultivators didn't participate. Do you think that the world's heroes can really compete in that small arena?"

"..." Xue Meng's face flushed, and after a while, he muttered unhappily, "Forget it, I know you envy me."

If he was young, Mo Ran would have to laugh at him again, but now that the words are on his lips, he feels that Xue Meng has such a competitive and narcissistic temper, so there is nothing to argue about, so he nodded and said with a smile: "Well, well, I envy you, you are the best."

But when he looked up at Nangong Liu again, the smile in Mo Ran's eyes disappeared.

There are many kinds of wicked people in this world. Some people are outrageous, their crimes can reach heaven.

But some people, that's amazing, they are not despised by everyone, even though they are rotten to the bone, with their perfect tongues and the ability to flatter horses.

Mo Ran was the first type of person in his previous life, but what he hated the most was not those good people who opposed him in the world. He didn't hate Mei Hanxue or Xue Meng. He even admired Ye Wangxi and pitied Ye Wangxi.

He hated flatterers like Nangong Liu the most, who would kneel on the ground and lick other people's hemorrhoids as long as they could be used.

Damn, sucking carbuncle and licking hemorrhoids.

Ever since Nangong Liu came in, Chu Wanning had been standing by the window, looking at the neat and magnificent scene of Confucian style houses outside.

The wind at the high place was so strong that the fragrant soft gauze curtain covered by the window was hazy for a while, Chu Wanning stood in that hazy, Nangong Liu's face was full of enthusiasm and kindness for a moment, and he quickly packed it up and walked towards the window go.

"Master Chu..."

Chu Wanning didn't look at him, with a dull expression, and said: "The head of Nangong, between you and me, we have already known the root."

The fragrant yarn that was soft into spring water was flicked on his face by the east wind, which made Chu Wanning a little impatient. When he raised his hand, he slammed against the annoying thing and said lightly: "No need Greetings."

Nangong Liu smiled, and said: "It's just nothing else, I thought I haven't seen Grandmaster for many years, so I came to say hello, that's all. Grandmaster, why do you reject people thousands of miles away?"

"I'm here for Nangong Si." Chu Wanning still didn't turn his head, "Not for you."

"Si'er will be very happy to see you. Although you didn't accept him as an apprentice, you have enlightened him. After you left, he often told me that he missed you."

"..."

Seeing that Chu Wanning finally did not speak out against him, Nangong Liu said again: "Grandmaster, when the colorful butterfly suppressed the sky, you went to justice generously, and the world admired you. Later, you were rescued by the sinful master and returned to Yuanyang, but you must have returned to Yuanyang. Didn’t recover, okay? Confucianism Sect specially prepared twenty top-quality soul nourishing pills for you, to express their hearts to the master on behalf of the immortals in the world, and ask the master to accept—”

"Nangong Liu."

Chu Wanning finally looked back at him, but the address in his mouth has also changed.He withdrew his arm against Xiangsha, and turned around abruptly, his tall figure seemed to melt into the vast sky.

His eyes were like lightning, his brows were frosty, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"Don't put me on a high place and I can't get down. How can a mere Confucianist sect thank me for the immortals in the world? Who will give you face."

"..." The corners of Nangong Liu's mouth twitched, the charming smile on his face finally did not fall, and he smiled for a while, "You see, why do you..."

Xue Zhengyi knew that the relationship between Chu Wanning and Nangong Liu was not good, and the entire cultivation world knew that when Chu Wanning was 15 years old, Nangong Liu worshiped him as a guest, eating, drinking, and living, offering him like a god, but no A few years later, Chu Wanning suddenly turned his face in the Confucianism Gate Hall and Nangong Liu in public. The two of you talked about each other, what were they talking about, "Jinchengchi", "Shenwu", "The request of the ghosts at the bottom of the lake", "morality" and "long time" illness", "Madame" was confused by others anyway.

But everyone knows that Chu Wanning was furious in the end and took the case.

"At that time, he was paid ten thousand gold, and he had more than a thousand pieces of spirit stones and charms every month, but he didn't take any money, not even a baht. He stood in front of the temple, untied the Qiankun pouch from his waist in public, returned all the remaining money, and then said solemnly Without saying a word, he took off the jade crown given to him by Nangong Liu when he visited Keqing, scattered his long hair, and returned the jade crown to the ceremonial official of the Confucian School."

——This is a plot that many storytellers in the lower cultivation world love to talk about.

"Nangong Liu looked ugly, but still tried to smooth things over, so he said to Grandmaster Chu: "The Immortal Master has served in this sect for so long, even if he wants to leave, the money that should be settled must be settled, and the Confucianism sect does not want to lose one." Take advantage of the tongue.'

Master Chu said: "In the past, I served in front of the palace just to repay Mrs. Rong's kindness."Now that my wife has passed away, your faction is at odds with my morals, so I don't intend to stay any longer.There is no need for money, I am ashamed of the food king's salary. After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and turned around, resigning from Confucianism. "

Xue Zhengyi originally thought that the storyteller was exaggerating the facts, so he tried to ask Chu Wanning how the Confucian style offended him, but Chu Wanning didn't like to talk about people behind his back, so he just shook his head and never elaborated. speak.

But now it seems that Mr. Storyteller's words may be true.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but come out to smooth things over, and said softly: "Elder Yuheng, don't get angry, what can you do if you get angry?" She turned around and bowed to Nangong Liu, "Nangong Xianjun, your We appreciate your good intentions, but there is no shortage of spiritual stones and precious medicines on the summit of death and life, we cannot accept your soul nourishing pill..."

"...Haha, what Madam said is right, it's just a mere lack of consideration." Nangong Liu took a step down, and then said kindly, "Elder Yuheng, please don't take it to heart if you offend me."

Mo Ran watched from the side, and said in his heart, this person was splashed with cold water by the master, but he can still smile so calmly, it's amazing.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and drank the Rizhao Xueqing tea in his cup.

Who would have imagined that when he was drinking tea, Nangong Liu had already come to him with a smile.

The author has something to say: The name of the camellia and the description of its appearance quoted Jin Yong's "Tianlong Babu" No. 12 "Drunk From This Time", which is a misunderstanding, and I hereby declare it.

There is only one sentence in today's small theater:

[Straight man Xue Meng is a brick, where there is a lack of suffering, move]