The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Wang Yan was dumbfounded, and said in shock: "Friar Yashan, who can get [-] gold per person? It's better to go and rob."

Xia Zhitao said with emotion: "I never thought that there would be a moment when I was worth more than ten thousand gold."

At the top of the cliff is the way of practice, not the way of making money. A few people can be said to be clinkingly poor, let alone [-] gold baht, they can't even get a single gold baht out.

Wang Yan rummaged through the storage ring for a long time with a sad face, but finally only a few copper coins came out, and said with a sad face: "I... I left my money bag to my brother, and there are only so many."

Xia Zhitao did bring more than a dozen taels of silver, but it was not a little bit worse than the cost of entering the city for monk Yashan, which can be said to be a drop in the bucket.

A few people looked at the city gate not far away, and then looked at the gold baht that was not enough for all the people to add up, they were a little helpless and didn't know what to do.

Jin Li looked around and saw that there seemed to be no other orthodox monks around, so she sneaked up to Xia Zhitao's side and whispered: "Junior Sister, it's time for you to show your skills."

Xia Zhitao wondered, "But I don't have enough money..."

Jin Li sighed, pointed at the high-end and luxurious billboard inlaid with gold and inlaid with jade, and said, "Look at the name on the first row, isn't it familiar?"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

She looked at the contrasting [Crazy: Zero Gold] and [Yashan Brother: Ten Thousand Gold, One Person], and felt that she could guess what Jin Li would say next.

Sure enough, Jin Li leaned over with a shy face, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, Junior Sister Xia, quickly summon the leader, and let's enter the city for free, it's wonderful."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

Not to mention that you don't have any principles of being a disciple of Yashan, what is it for you to be a leader, and you can be summoned by me? ?

When Jin Li said this, he was enlightened by the smoke, and suddenly realized, excitedly said: "Yes, the leader is so easy to talk, he will definitely be willing to take us into the city."

Having said that, Xia Zhitao lowered her head and nodded the silver in her hand, she was a little lost in thought, and after a while she replied softly: "I'm sorry."

"...I don't want to trouble her."

I don't want her to run around and get tired, and I don't want to spend and use her time and energy unscrupulously just because she is kind to me.

Coupled with the fact that Zhang Kuang was injured because of the Baihe incident, and he didn't know how much he had recovered these days, Xia Zhitao didn't want to let her come because of a trivial matter.

Jin Li was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and said in a playful voice, "Well... I think today, the leader has a good vision."

She blinked at Xia Zhitao, and said, "We were too impulsive just now, let's think about it together, is there any way we can enter the city?"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wang Yan held his chin and murmured, "But monk Yashan costs [-] gold, and there is only one entrance, and there are restrictions on the rest of the place. How can we get in?"

Xia Zhitao smiled and said, "Who said we have to enter the city as Yashan monks?"

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Her method is very simple.

Ten minutes later, the three of them changed into black clothes, took off the Yashan wooden plaque, and wrapped their swords in black cloth and hung them behind them. temperament.

"Don't tell me, I think we look alike," Jin Li excitedly said, "So, which side are we pretending to be? Yanling Ligu Qianren Mace, or the leader's Qiling?"

"Arrogance does not accept people, you have to use the name of Qiling to reveal your secrets," Xia Zhitao thought, "In my opinion, the four major anti-Taoisms are too famous and easy to expose their identities. We might as well choose a small one."

There are so many scattered and contradictory ways, so numerous, so at the entrance gate of Yunji City, three women with red eyebrows ushered in.

"Bangdang-"

Jin Li was the first to bear the brunt of the blow, stretched out his hand and slapped the closed stone window fiercely, and scolded, "We are members of the Bloodthirsty Cult, so hurry up and open the city gate!"

She sneered coldly, and threatened: "If you delay the affairs of the Tutian leader, be careful that the blood is splattered three feet on the spot and the head is in a different place!"

These names were all messed up, Xia Zhitao had the illusion that he was wearing the wrong book, silently raised his hand to cover his forehead, trying to pretend that he didn't know this person.

The guarding soldier didn't raise his head, but tapped the bound book beside him with his fingers, and said, "Except for Mr. Zhang Kuang, the other three anti-paths still have to charge fees, and you will pay them yourself."

Jin Li was stunned, picked up the rice paper booklet and flipped through it resentfully, and found that apart from the zero gold that was extremely eccentric to Madness, and the [-] gold that was extremely bad to Yashan, the other fee settings were still very reasonable.

If it is close to a city, it will promote trade at a low price, and the caravan is also considered in detail according to its size and scale.

Jin Li turned to the "Other Anti-Tao" grid, turned around and said to the two: "One silver baht per person."

This price is still a bit high, but it is much more reasonable than the [-] gold of monk Yashan, and the three of them can still afford it together.

Finally entered the legendary Yunji City, Xia Zhitao used to think that Kyoto was already prosperous, but only after seeing this ancient city in the Western Regions did he know what prosperity is.

As far as you can see, there are pavilions, terraces and bead curtains everywhere. The market is extremely prosperous, and the shops are as dense as stars. There are everything from Duan inkstones from the south of the Yangtze River to silver bells from the Tianshan Mountains.

Unlike the quaintness of the Central Plains, the Western Regions prefer thick and bright colors. Large areas of gorgeous colors adorn the eaves and lighted window lattices. When viewed from a distance, it seems to converge into a rushing river.

What a prosperous and prosperous world.

...except for one thing.

Xia Zhitao stopped by one of the shops, looked at the dazzling array of animal tooth necklaces, and the three-piece suit of black clothes, black robes and black silk, and was speechless.

Seeing her stop, the peddler regained his energy and began to sell: "Miss, you have a good eye! Demon Cult leader, you want a bunch of wild animal tooth necklaces of the same style?"

Xia Zhitao: "...no way."

The peddler said courteously: "When you come to Yunji City, how can you not buy Zhang Kuang's same style of clothes and accessories. Look at the jet black clothes, which are close-fitting and comfortable, and this cloud-pattern black robe, which is made of top-notch materials. How about counting ten silver coins for you?"

You sold it like this, have you ever paid the leader a copyright fee?

Xia Zhitao let out a long sigh, turned around and left silently, but when she turned around, she saw that Wang Yan had already put on a string of animal tooth necklaces of the same style, while Jin Li was holding a bunch of messy gadgets and was eating meat pie with relish.

Xia Zhitao: "..."

The members of the team were so unreliable, Xia Zhitao had no choice but to take on the burden of life again, dragged away the two people who had wandered so much that they couldn't think of leaving, and sat down in the teahouse to study the mission files.

"There are five fragments of Xisheng scrolls, which are stored in five different main cities. The Yunji City where we are located is managed by Yuan Rufei, the only daughter of the lord of the Western Regions."

Xia Zhitao thought about it: "Yunji is a commercial port among the five cities, and it is also the most affluent and prosperous among the five cities... But Princess Yuan seems to be very obsessed with Zhang Kuang."

Jin Li slapped his thigh and said: "This is no longer an attachment. Banners are hung on the top of the city in a big way, intending to crowd out the Yashan monks, but they are mostly caring for the anti-dao."

She was very emotional: "I dare say, if the leader nods, Yunji will be able to change his name to Qiling Mountain Demon Cult Stronghold No. [-] tomorrow."

According to the current level of obsession, and the behavior of voting for Zhang Kuang in the previous rankings, Xia Zhitao feels that Jinli's words are very reasonable.

Xia Zhitao analyzed: "The left and right missions are just to take away the fragments, so there is no need to stay in the city for too long. We have a total of three days, so we must act as soon as possible."

…At first, I thought that the hurdle of entering the city had already passed, and the three of them just had to find a fragment of Xisheng, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

As a result, the grandfather of Yunji Library stroked his long beard, raised his head and glanced at the three of them, and said, "You came from Yashan looking for the remnants?"

"With your temperament, you still want to pretend to be against the Tao," the old man snorted out of his nostrils, "I'm afraid I haven't seen it before, what does the real one look like!"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

I'm sorry, regardless of other contradictory things, I have seen the leader of the Demon Cult a lot, and he is just a sticky and a little silly good boy.

Xia Zhitao smiled helplessly, and said in a polite and polite voice, "Our ineffective little trick can't compare to your perceptiveness and sharp eyesight."

"Since you know that we are from Yashan, we naturally don't want to bother you too much. We will leave immediately after taking away the Xisheng scroll."

The old man waved his hand: "It's not with me."

The three of them were all taken aback. It was clearly written in the task file that the fragments of Xisheng were kept in the Yunji Library and guarded by an ancient and rare old man. They only needed to report the name of Yashan.

But under such circumstances, it is not known whether there was a mistake in the dossier, or the old man was unwilling to hand over the fragmented dossier to them.

Seeing that they were looking at each other, the old man slapped the table angrily and said displeasedly, "Why did I lie to you!"

"The princess heard that Yashan was coming to get the fragmented scroll. In order to deliberately embarrass you, he threw the fragmented scroll at the Yunji Auction House. The auction will start today. If you fly there, there is still time!"

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The three of them turned pale with shock, and they didn't bother to confirm with the grandfather. They hurried all the way, and finally rushed to the front of Yunji Auction House.

There were people coming and going in front of the ranking line, and it was very lively. The three of them managed to squeeze in and asked a beautiful girl who was holding a booklet to register at the front, surrounded by pearls and emerald greens.

The girl giggled, several strings of gold bracelets jingled around her wrists, and said: "The three are from Yashan, right? The fragments are in the martial arts competition. As long as you can win the ring, it will be yours."

"However, we are like the little Princess Fei, with a lot of connections." The girl smiled sweetly, "A few days ago, I spent a lot of money to invite more than a dozen people to contradict me, and I appointed you to grab the fragments from Yashan."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

On purpose, absolutely on purpose! !

Yunji Auction House is divided into "Wen Mo" and "Wu Xing". Wen Mo is an ordinary bidding ranking, and Wu Xing is similar to the form of a ring. As long as no one comes forward to challenge, you can take away the item without spending a penny.

The undercurrents of literature and ink are turbulent, and there are many hypocrisy and scheming, while martial arts is much more lively. If you don’t go on stage to fight, there are also off-site gambling games for people to entertain and place bets.

The three of them lined up to register honestly, always thinking that the Yashan disciple would be beaten here, so they hung up the title of "Bloodthirsty Sect".I rented a small box in the martial arts arena, and waited for the auction of the fragments.

Looking around, the little princess is really spending money like water, black, black, red and red in the arena, they are all anti-Taoists from all corners of the country, this one is carrying a ghost-headed black axe, that one is carrying a gluttonous big axe, aggressive and unkind.

Wang Yan was about to cry: "This...how do I fight this?"

The disparity in strength is extreme, not to mention winning the arena, whether they can survive is a problem. The big ax that weighs a thousand catties can smash the three of them to death.

Xia Zhitao said sadly, "I can only work hard."

The beating drums sounded, and the crowd sitting around seemed to fall into boiling water. The shouting became more and more intense, and countless eyes focused on the black stone ring in the field.

It was okay at the beginning, the auctioned items were relatively rare and ordinary, not too expensive, Wang Yan went down to explore for two rounds, but brought back a small item.

"It looks scary, but it's actually quite orderly," Wang Yan and the two reported. "And it's stipulated that the order must be stopped, and no killers can be killed."

This is quite humane. There are a few powerful people guarding around the arena. Once the situation is out of control, they will take action immediately and subdue the two people in the arena.

And those who do not abide by the rules and commit murder will be expelled from Yunji City immediately, and they will not be able to enter again forever.

They waited patiently for about half an hour. There were all kinds of auction items in the arena, including many priceless treasures, and the competition was quite fierce.

Xia Zhitao had nothing to do, she slipped out and placed more than a dozen bets, and finally came back with a few hundred gold baht calmly, startling the two people in the room.

Jin Li looked at the lottery chip she bet on, and asked curiously: "That little skinny guy looks ugly, how did you win it, Junior Sister?"

Xia Zhitao smiled: "I didn't look at people, I just guessed based on mathematical probabilities."

Seeing the confused faces of the other two, Xia Zhitao smiled and didn't explain much. She pulled a chair and sat down: "I just asked, and the next one is the Xisheng fragments. The competition is quite fierce."

She didn't just go out to make a bet, she walked around the arena several times, thinking about the principle of knowing yourself and the enemy, and invincible in a hundred battles, and inquired about the details of the competitors.

"Princess Yunji did spend a lot of money, but the chivalrous men who responded were uneven, and none of them were too powerful—for example, the four great anti-paths."

"There is no news from Li Gu. The people from the Poison Mansion stayed in Wenmo, but one person came from Qianren Mace, but he didn't come for the fragments, there was another reason."

Xia Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief, and thought: "If we adapt to the situation and add some luck, we still have a chance to win the ring."

She put the roster full of annotations on the table, turned out a few names to the two, and said seriously: "I went through it carefully, and there are only three people we need to pay attention to."

The first one is Moxiu from southern Xinjiang. He is irritable and impulsive.

The second one is the Scorpion King of Beiyu. This man is thin and dry like wood, and he is good at using insidious and hidden weapons.

The third one is a bit special, it is the secret guard sent by the assassination organization Jiuyao Xing, he is taciturn, has advanced martial arts, and relatively little information.

The communication was well-founded, and after an extremely detailed analysis, Xia Zhitao raised his head and found that the two people in front of him didn't listen to a word, their eyes were shining, they looked at him expectantly, and said in unison:

"—It's up to you to arrange it!"

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Xia Zhitao brought two teammates who just wanted to hug her thighs. It can be said that she was unloved and physically and mentally exhausted, and she especially missed that cute someone.

Of course, the leader doesn't know how to analyze the situation, but he is cute and cute, he works hard to follow, and tries very hard to make a contribution.

Last time when the Liu family happened, Zhang Kuang not only served tea and water and cut fruits, but also came out to fight when necessary, which was better than the two salted fish beside him.

The so-called snipe and clam fight each other, and the fisherman benefits.

According to Xia Zhitao's plan, the few people don't have to rush to make a move, and observe in the wing room for a while, waiting for the opportunity.

When the ring is about to be played, all the high-powered players are eliminated, and when the ring leader is exhausted, the three of them will take turns to step forward to see if they can win.

Tingting, a girl wearing gold and jade just now, stepped onto the ring, holding an ancient book carefully in her hand, which was the long-awaited Xisheng remnant.

"—Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

The girl's eyebrows are full, her smile is like a flower: "The next auction item is the third part of Xisheng's remnant volume that breaks through the mystery of Xuanji and speculates on the dark trajectory. I wonder if any knight would like to try one or two?"

As soon as the words fell, several people jumped down from the high platform, and the girl nodded slightly, then smiled and retreated to the side, handing over the ring to a few people.

Everything was within Xia Zhitao's plan. Nanjiang Moxiu eliminated most of the scattered contenders, but he did not lose the insidious hidden weapon of the Scorpion King.

Although the scorpion king's poison technique was superb, he lost because of lack of energy, and after a few rounds he was exhausted and left the game resentfully.

The hidden guard hadn't made a move. Seeing that an unknown rebel had no one to challenge in the ring, and when he was about to get the fragment, the three of Yashan had no choice but to make a move.

As the best of the three, Wang Yan was pushed out to inquire about the situation, but as expected, she was kicked off the ring with one move, and she grinned when she fell.

As Jin Li was the last secret weapon, naturally he couldn't make a move easily, so Xia Zhitao stepped forward with his sword in hand, wrestled with the anti-path for half an hour, and finally won by a narrow margin.

Xia Zhitao's wrists were aching from the shock, her chest rose and fell slightly, and her breath was a little disorganized.

"—Bloodthirsty teaches victory."

The gold bracelet girl stood in the arena, looked around, and said, "Is there anyone else to challenge?"

Xia Zhitao was uneasy. The victory just now had a bit of luck, and it would be impossible to hit her again. She prayed silently in her heart: "Don't come, don't come, but don't come..."

Afraid of what would happen, the dark guard walked forward slowly, covered his face with a black cloth, and said coldly: "Nine Yaos."

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Xia Zhitao fought ten moves with all her strength, but was pushed away by the hidden guard who was close to Dongxu's cultivation level, and she stepped on the edge of the ring and was eliminated.

She rubbed her sore wrist and walked back dejectedly. Two girls hurried over to help her, and Wang Yan comforted her, "It's okay, we still have Senior Sister Jin."

Jin Li slapped her chest in a vow, and was ready to fight the hidden guard with her sword in her hand, and if she couldn't beat her, she would hug her thigh to death.

She was just getting ready to play, but she was a step too late.

A person suddenly stepped on the sidelines, with black boots pointing to the masonry ground, walking slowly and quietly to the center of the ring.

The power fence was worn in the hair, and the black gauze fell down layer by layer, completely covering the face behind it, only revealing a pair of well-defined and slightly pale hands.

"...The Soul Bone of the Demon Forest, Xuanhua."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had pinched a handful of dry branches and leaves, grinding his ears like a blunt blade, and he couldn't hear clearly.

"Hey, so it's Mr. Xuanhua," the girl's expression changed, and she put on a courteous smile, "Please."

Young Master Xuanhua nodded slightly, and stepped into the arena.

He was tall and slender, with a slender figure, dressed in jet black, his wrists and ankles were tightly bound, and blue marks on his joints could be seen faintly.

Xia Zhitao said in a daze: "It's not right, he is a member of the ninth floor of the Demon Forest, and he has never made a move in the past few games, how could he suddenly—"

"Isn't the ninth floor the territory of the great demon of ten thousand years, Master Xuanxu?" Jin Li asked curiously, "Where did this Mr. Xuanhua take the risk?"

Xia Zhitao felt a little uneasy, rubbed his knuckles, and said softly: "He is the adopted son of the master, the younger brother of the soul boy, and his strength is unfathomable... We are not opponents."

Xuanhua pulled out the sword at his waist, the tip of the sword provoked a gleam of coldness, tapped his toes lightly, and his body suddenly flew into the air.

He is obviously a cultivator, with spiritual power overflowing all over his body, his long sword is extremely beautiful, and every move is skillful and sharp, sharp and sharp, as if quenched by whistling frost and snow.

But within three breaths, the hidden guard of Jiu Yao Xing was overturned to the ground, his back hit the brick hard, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The dark guard wiped the blood from his lips, and said sternly: "People from the demon forest, why do you want to snatch the fragments from me?!"

"……Nothing to do with you."

Young Master Xuanhua weighed the long sword, put it into the black scabbard, hid the sharp and cold light, and said casually: "Next."

The demon forest is already an extremely dreaded existence, not to mention the ninth soul bone in the deepest part, so when Mr. Xuanhua announced his fame, all the people who wanted to go on stage to seize the treasure with great fanfare all fell silent.

Mr. Xuanhua stood up three times, no one stepped forward to challenge, he took the fragmented scroll from the hand of the gold bracelet girl, and walked down the ring slowly.

As soon as he got back to his seat and sat down, Mr. Xuanhua raised his hand to hold a cup of tea, and then saw three little girls in black, leaning towards them, pushing and murmuring.

Jin Li pushed Xia Zhitao's shoulder, and whispered to her, "Since he belongs to Master Xuanxu, he must be easy to talk to."

She exhaled, and said righteously: "Whatever you don't want, let's plop down on your knees and beg for mercy when we meet, maybe for the sake of the old man, he will give us the fragmented scroll as soon as he is in a good mood."

Wang Yan trembled: "That man is so scary, I dare not go."

Jin Li also felt apprehensive, looked at Xia Zhitao with wide eyes, and said, "Junior Sister, I'm depending on you, I dare not go."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

To be honest, Xia Zhitao was also a little timid when he saw Mr. Xuanhua's indifference and alienation, and the cold air lingering around him.

But the other two had already hid behind her, and Xia Zhitao was pushed in front, but she still walked over bravely.

However, when she got a little closer, she suddenly felt that there was something faintly wrong with this enigmatic Mr. Xuanhua.

...I always feel like a person.

Xia Zhitao stared carefully at the black gauze Mili, while Mr. Xuanhua was a little restless by her look, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"

Xia Zhitao frowned, and said, "Have you recovered from your injury, you just wandered around like this."

The man was taken aback: "Huh?"

So why is it said that her acting skills are poor? Xia Zhitao just asked a question, and she had already collapsed.

Without the hoarse voice that was pretending to be deep, the man's voice was like a silver bell being shaken by the wind, suddenly falling to the ground, with a clear and clear sound.

Xia Zhitao said softly: "Is it possible?"

The man in black was silent, his fingertips were dyed a little red, his long fingers crossed his arms, and he gathered his black clothes uneasily.

Xia Zhitao bent down, hooked the layered black gauze with her fingertips, and slowly rolled it up lightly, carefully pinning it to the edge of the veiled hat, revealing the familiar face behind.

The long night breaks into the dawn, and the starry sky dawns.

Her black pupils were a little misty, the corners of her eyes were bent in a daze, she looked very puzzled, and asked earnestly, "How did you recognize it?"

The author has something to say: Xia Zhitao: Open the black gauze curtain and see which little girl it is.