Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

In the end, the farce ended with Mo Xue asking Mozun Xianjun and his wife for ten taels of performance fees and eight taels of mental damage fees from Qin Shutong. He took out eight taels of silver and handed it to the other party very neatly.

But when it was Wei Buming's turn, it was not so easy.

"Ten taels of silver? Mo Xue, you're out of money." Wei Buming rolled his eyes and said angrily, "I haven't told you to let me see such a scene, it's almost blinding." .”

"Oh! Then you just poke your eyes, so you won't be able to see anything." Mo Xue's face was still flushed, and she stared round and said: "Why, you are a demon, can't you even pay ten taels of silver? come out?"

Wei Buming choked, and his mouth fell silent.

He really couldn't get out the ten taels of silver.

Originally, as a Demon Lord, even if there is no grass in the Xuanming Realm and the geographical location is not good, he is still among the wealthy class. Whenever he goes out, he is not followed by a bunch of subordinates, who have always made a face in the Demon Realm, or those horse legs. money.

The blame can only be blamed on those people, who plotted against him when he was in retreat, so that he didn't even bring a vase, and fell into the dream house in a daze.

All in all, it's all the traitors' fault.

After that, the two are together, escorted by a fairy, and where is the money?What's more, he couldn't eat or drink money with him, and he was even more unwilling to put it on his body.

"Whether you have money or not, I can't be blackmailed by you for nothing." Wei Buming didn't answer, but changed the subject, and said excitedly to Shen Qing who was honestly paying the money: "This is fraud, Xiaoxian. Jun, our family doesn't have gold and silver mines and is so poor that we are going to sell our iron, so we can't be beaten for nothing like this, don't give it!"

As soon as Shen Qinghuan heard it, she turned around and stuffed the purse back into her hand, looked up at Wei Buming and hesitated to speak.

After a long time, after looking at Wei Buming with an angry face, he hesitated to say, "It is true that our family does not have gold and silver mines."

He paused, and said solemnly: "However, there is a spiritual spring called Baiguang in the back mountain of Mengju, and the water from the water can be turned into pearls when it is splashed in the air; no matter how bad it is, there is a Qianlong at the bottom of the back mountain, which can produce spirit stones while breathing. Although it is not as gorgeous as the Jinshan Silver Mine, it is not bad.”

Speaking of this, a trace of guilt flashed across Shen Qinghuan Bingshan's face - if he knew Taoist couples like the simplicity of Jinshan and Silver Mine, he shouldn't have looked for Qianlong Baiguang for the sake of looking good.

How could he forget that Wei Buming was a good man who was thrifty and managed his family, how could he like those exaggerated things.

Wei Buming's eyes glared - why did the little fairy be so rich, why didn't he know it before, didn't he say that a cultivator would have a breeze in his sleeves?

"So?" So you are so rich, do you want to tell me that I can't get the dowry in my life?

"That's why our family doesn't need to sell pots and irons." Shen Qinghuan covered the spiritual bag in his hand and said, "Without pots, we can't make food."

"And the pot in our house is made of Xuanxin Stone, so it won't break if you smash it."

"But I have a hammer made of Xuanxin Stone..."

"No." Wei Buming covered his face and said: "Actually, smashing pots and selling iron is just an adjective." Besides, the Xuanxin Stone has been formed for thousands of years, who would be willing to smash it.

However, in the end Shen Qinghuan still gave the money. First, Wei Buming suddenly heard that he had married such a rich daughter-in-law. There was a kind of poor scholar who was favored by a rich daughter. This gave Mo Xue an opportunity.

Secondly, Mo Xue, a little devil, has such a sweet mouth. When he heard that there was so much money, his eyes lit up green, and he came up to surround Shen Qinghuan and started to praise others.She is also smart, she figured out Shen Qinghuan's temperament in just one day, pointed at Wei Buming and praised him to the sky, not only coaxed Shen Qinghuan to throw him a sack of golden beans, but even made Wei Buming start to doubt herself while holding the mirror , isn't he so handsome?

"So, why did you give Mo Xue so much money?"

"It's all the truth," Shen Qinghuan took out another bag of golden beans without feeling sorry for him, but was slapped back into the spiritual object bag by the Taoist couple. He could only say solemnly: "There are not many people in the world who are as honest as Miss Mo." See you."

honest?Qin Shutong, who was watching the whole process, held his heart and thought, so the demon king can really make a rainbow when he sneezes, a smile on his face can melt ice and snow and bring people back to life, and the way he eats and sleeps is pure and unpretentious totally different.

Wait, uncle, honesty doesn't mean that, does it?

Having lost such a large bag of golden beans, Wei Buming dejectedly picked up the guidepost and walked to the center of the formation, urging his magic power to cast spells.According to the plan, before Wei Buming called, Qin Shutong and Mo Xueyujian patrolled the sky to prevent accidents and sand bandits who would emerge from nowhere.

Although it happens to be the Demon Dao Ghost Festival, and it is the time when the Demon Cultivator is busy, but there are some things, who knows?

Wei Buming stroked the pattern of the guide sign, stuck it on the ground and began to instill demonic energy.In an instant, countless black silk threads appeared in the air with Wei Buming as the center, spiraling and intersecting in mid-air, flailing their teeth and claws in a disorderly manner.It's like the most ferocious beast in the world, when it is released, it is the power to swallow mountains and rivers.

No longer the usual hippie smiling face, under the black line, Wei Buming's facial features are sharp and sharp, like a cliff, straight into the sky and unattainable.One raised his eyebrows and one raised his eyes, and every capillary in his body trembled, making people unable to help but kneel down and bow their heads in worship.

A foot away from the formation, an imperceptible strand of black silk floated by, passing by in an instant, leaving a bloodstain on Shen Qinghuan's face.

At that second, the cold-faced Xianjun standing aside still did not take any action, just staring at Wei Buming without blinking.

This is the real Wei Buming, the real Mozun.Not that man with a hippie smile, not that tender-eyed Taoist couple, not even that young city lord with lofty aspirations and bright eyes.This is the only Demon Lord in the world, and this is also Shen Qinghuan's Taoist companion.

It's not that he can't move, Shen Qinghuan can easily dodge the black thread just now, or break it up with a random burst of true energy.It's not that he can't, but he doesn't dare.Only Shen Qinghuan knew how much effort he had spent to resist the urge to hold Wei Buming into his arms, embrace and kiss.

Although for a moment, he thought about pressing the other party in his arms, forgetting about the immortal way and demon way, finding a secret cave at random, hiding his Taoist companion, and only facing himself for the rest of his life.

However, it was only for a moment, and in the next moment Shen Qinghuan clenched his fists tightly, with such great strength that red blood drops dripped down the joints on the ground.No, he can give up the way of immortality, but Wei Buming is absolutely reluctant to part with the way of magic.He swore that he would never make the other party sad in his life.

On this day when man and nature were fighting, Shen Qinghuan suddenly thought of the ceramic medicine bottle that Xia Gui quietly handed him that day.

In the distance, there were bursts of loud sword cries in the sky mixed with exclamations from Mo Xue and Qin Shutong. Shen Qinghuan turned a deaf ear to them, and just stared at the sweaty man in the center of the formation without blinking.

Mo Xue cut through the throat of the incoming cultivator with a sword, and the blood spurted out and was about to splash on the top of Wei Buming's head. Shen Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, and the invisible barrier bounced all the liquid back, splashing her unexpectedly all over.

A few steps away, Qin Shutong faced the encirclement and suppression of the monks with two swords, but he was more than capable, and under the influence of the crowd tactics, he had to abandon his left sword and retreat for the time being.

The sharp blade reflected dazzling white light in the sky, and the sword pierced through the throat of the cultivator in front of him.Losing his spiritual power, the rapier fell, Shen Qinghuan breathed out lightly, and in an instant the white sword blew, and with a few swipes, it pierced the hearts of all the monks in midair with lightning speed, and pressed them into the cliff.

Qin Shutong took a breath and was able to get away, and was about to salute his uncle, but the next second, the rapier pierced through his collar and hung him dead on the top of the cliff.

Not knowing all the things happening outside, Wei Buming has now entered a mysterious space.

Obviously the body is still in place, but the soul seems to be floating in the air without the body, bending down to look at the body.He felt countless voices coming from his ears, men, women, old and thin, and everyone was chanting the same rhetoric. He clearly understood every word when he took it apart and recited it, but why they were together seemed unknown. intonation.

Gradually, black spots appear in the pupils, and the scene in the eyes is spinning dizzyingly, and it is impossible to turn around - this is a symptom of excessive loss of magic energy. It seems that it is really impossible for one person to mobilize the terrain around the entire demon world. He Zhang He opened his mouth and was about to call out to everyone, but his body didn't listen and didn't move.

There was a bloody smell coming out of his mouth, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. At the last moment when he fell to the ground, what Wei Buming saw was the boy who was copying the scroll for himself....

In the next second, Wei Buming's body fell and was embraced by Shen Qinghuan just before it collided with the ground.Unprepared for the sudden change, he breathed lightly first and felt his pulse carefully. Seeing that the Taoist companion was breathing steadily, he felt relieved.

"This..." Roughly wiped the blood on her face, Mo Xue landed on the ground, looked at the two uncertainly and said, "So it failed?"

"No." Behind her, Qin Shutong struggled for a long time and had to cut off his back collar, and then also struggled down the cliff. "I saw it on the top of the cliff just now. The Demon Realm has been surrounded and sealed by huge stone walls."

While saying this, she looked around and suddenly Yujian pierced through the stone wall on the far side, and lifted the monk who was pressed inside.

This is the cultivator who led the crowd to fight her inextricably just now. Mo Xue swallowed, suddenly remembered what the other said when they met, and silently took two steps back, for fear that the other party would get excited and split the body, and the blood would splash on her again body.

The monk is wearing an ordinary black robe, without any jewelry on his body, and the accessories are the most ordinary items. Even the dormitory above his head is tied up with a bamboo chopstick. In addition to his ordinary appearance, it is hard to guess. How divine is man.

It's so ordinary, so ordinary that it's just right, outrageous.Such a person could not be a sand bandit or a demon cultivator. The only possibility was a death squad deliberately assigned by someone.

Qin Shutong looked at him for a long time, with an extremely serious expression, so that even Mo Xue was about to step forward to guess her identity together, but she suddenly raised her head and said with a painful expression:

"I know this monk. He is the leader of the patrol in Zizaimen—Wang Er."

Anyway, he is also a famous monk of the Zizai Sect, and he is also a prominent figure in the sect. Why would he suddenly pounce on him like a mad dog today?

If even Wang Er has become like this, what about the rest of Zizaimen?

Or, what about the other monks who attended the party before?

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