I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

Just looking at the shape and color of the flowers on Moshang, they are no different from ordinary bouquets.

"Isn't this just an ordinary flower?"

"I thought it was so magical, it's just a broken flower."

"If these monks want it, I'll go back and get them a bundle."

"Hahahahaha."

The laughter of ordinary spectators in the hall resounded throughout the hall, and the monks living upstairs laughed disdainfully.

Elder Zhong stretched out his hands to Xiao Lin, "Young Master, would you like to show Moshang Hua to this old man?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Lin reluctantly handed the wooden box in his hand to Elder Zhong.

Elder Zhong carefully opened the black wooden box in his hand.A pair of eyes stared at the pale pink bouquet, and slowly closed the box again.

"The flower has nine petals, it is Moshang flower."

With Zhong Lao's testimony, no one in the audience dared to question the authenticity of Moshang Hua.

The eyes of the monks present were like hungry wolves staring at the wooden box in the hands of Mr. Zhong on the high platform.

"Boy, it's useless for an ordinary person to ask for flowers from Moshang, so let's make a price."

The audience didn't know which faction it was and rushed directly to the high platform, and the posture of pressing questions became more and more obvious.With the first person, there will be the second person, and more and more piles are piled up under the high platform, so frightened that Yan Qing, who was originally standing under the stage, quickly climbed up the high platform.

"My son, my son, what should we do now?"

Xiao Lin didn't want to take care of the people below the stage at all. He turned around and looked at the old man behind him with a rare calm face. "Mr. Zhong, is the problem you said still count?"

"Calculate."

A trace of sweat slowly appeared on the young man's forehead, and his pupils shrank slightly, as if after a long time of hard work, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Mr. Zhong, I want to know who Moshang Hua was before." all"

As soon as Xiao Lin's words fell, Mr. Zhong had a look of doubt on his face, "This... since Moshanghua is in the hands of the young master, the young master does not know who it is."

The reason for this incident was the scar on Xiao Lin's heart, a thorn in his heart, stuck in the bottom of his heart, and became an indelible shadow in Xiao Lin's heart for so many years.

The silence on the scene made Mr. Zhong nod his head, "Forget it, since the young master wants to know so much, it doesn't matter if the old man tells you."

He raised his hand and touched the notch on the cane, as if recalling that time back then, Mr. Zhong said with a rare smile: "That is a beautiful woman, I have seen her once. That was 100 years ago, in Wu Duling, with just a jade flute, killed the seventh world inside."

His wrist was clenched suddenly, and when Elder Zhong's voice stopped, he heard Xiao Lin's question, "Who is she?"

"The former owner of Xianyao Palace, Yaoji."

"Mr. Zhong, where can I meet her?"

Facing the young man's longing, Elder Zhong sighed, "Xianyao passed away a hundred years ago."

"No...not possible."

Xiao Lin's expression changed instantly, "A hundred years ago...how could it be..."

"Young master, if you don't believe me, you can ask that one."

Following what Elder Zhong pointed out, everyone saw Lian Qing standing at the fence on the third floor, dressed in white, with a beautiful face.Just like a hundred years ago, this person is still so outstanding.No matter where you go, wearing white clothes is better than snow, just like the moon in the sky, the lotus in the pond, without a trace of smoke and dust.

"Peak Lord."

No. 1 in the world of cultivating immortals needs to be respected everywhere.

Yan Luo accepted everyone's flattery, and slightly lowered his eyes to look at the young man on the high platform.

"The flower on Moshang was obtained by this immortal teacher for a hundred years and sent to Xianyao as a token of love. If you don't believe me, young master, just go up and ask him."

Behind him, Elder Zhong's voice was faint, as if he was talking to her about an ordinary thing back then.But at this moment, Xiao Lin was suffering in his heart while showing forbearance on the face.If he hadn't taken Moshanghua to find Elder Zhong and the Lingbao Pavilion today, would he never have known this secret?

For some reason, Xiao Lin wanted to laugh at this moment.

It was as if the whole world was playing a big joke on him.

The glazed palace lantern above the head is so bright and dazzling, and the bright lights reflect that person's face, as elegant as a lotus.Such a familiar figure made Xiao Lin's eyes narrow for an instant, which made him wonder whether the previous encounter was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.

"What are you still doing there?"

A somewhat nasty voice suddenly sounded above his head, Xiao Lin settled his expression, and saw the young man in red walking out from behind Yan Luo at a glance.

The red clothes are flamboyant and uninhibited, as strong as fire.Qian Hongfeng stood aside with a smile, slowly propped her hands on the railing on the third floor, and looked down at the still dazed boy below.

"It's you."

One sentence spit out from Xiao Lin's mouth with a taste of gnashing of teeth.

Qian Hongfeng didn't take it seriously, he raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud, "Yo, it looks like Mr. Xiao really doesn't want to see us?"

Xiao Lin's expression turned ugly little by little, and he slowly clenched the hands that had been hanging by his sides. He turned around and snatched back the black wooden box that Zhong Lao had been holding all the time. , held in hand.

He has held this box like this for many years, and he has touched the lines on it countless times. Holding the black wooden box in his hand now, Xiao Lin feels extraordinarily heavy.He lowered the corner of his mouth, kicked the box in his hand into his arms, pressed one hand on the high platform, turned over and jumped off.

"Young master, where are you going?!"

Xiao Lin didn't look back, but replied in a calm voice: "Go back."

Yan Qing didn't know what Xiao Lin was thinking, so he let out a cry of surprise, looked at Xiao Lin's steps towards the gate, and asked, "My lord, we're not going...don't we go to find the immortal master?"

"To shut up."

Xiao Lin's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Yanqing, "I think these people are all in the same group, so don't ask. Let's go."

"Alas, young master, don't you want to consider selling your Moshanghua?"

A monk holding a sword stood in front of him, like a wall blocking Xiao Lin's movement.

"Step aside."

"Little son, we don't want to conflict with you. If you honestly hand over Moshanghua, we won't care about anything with you, but if you don't listen, you may not be able to leave this door today."

Yan Qing stepped forward and stood in front of Xiao Lin, "What are you doing? Are you brazenly robbing Lingbao Pavilion?"

"Isn't it just a robbery? You are holding it, why don't you show it to us?"

"That's right, you waste it."

Seeing the crowd gathering more and more, Yanqing was a little overwhelmed with their aggressive aura.

He protected Xiao Lin and retreated bit by bit, seeing that there was no way to retreat, he put his hands on his shoulders.

"Sir?"

Xiao Lin, who had been silent all this time, slowly raised his head to look at Yan Qing who was standing in front of the monk.

"If such a small matter can't be handled well, why do I need you, let's get started."

Xiao Lin cursed and pushed Yan Qing who was standing in front of him away, and stood up by himself.

He raised his hand and took it out of his pocket, "You all want the flowers on Moshang, don't you?"

"Yes, as long as you honestly give us Moshanghua, we promise not to touch you at all."

Xiao Lin smiled, and he took out the black wooden box and put it on the palm of his hand, "Here, this is the Moshang flower you want."

"Young master, you can't give it."

"Go away, what do you know?"

Yan Qing who rushed forward was pushed away by Xiao Lin, because of too much force, Yan Qing fell to the ground directly after being pushed away.

The pain in the body is not worth the pain in the heart.

Yanqing frowned tightly, looked up at Xiao Lin, and questioned word by word, "My lord! Do you really want to give Moshanghua to them? Then what have we been doing for so many years?" What is it. You once told me swearingly that you must find the truth, and you must untie the knot in your heart. We have persisted for so long, and we are only one step away from getting the whole truth of the matter. Do you really want to give up, son?"

His hands were trembling, the black wooden box was held in his hand, and his fingertips were turning white, Xiao Lin just said in a low voice, "Enough! You don't understand anything."

His face turned red with anger, he took a deep breath, and looked at the crowd in front of him again, "Moshanghua is in my hand now, if you want to take it, just..."

"Young master! It's Yanqing who doesn't understand, but Yanqing knows that that is your mother!"

In a word, it successfully made everyone present stunned in place.

It's like a bomb dropped in the lake, stirring up the lake, causing ripples in everyone's heart.

third floor

Qian Hongfeng, who was lying on the railing watching a joke, suddenly tightened her hands, and her nails were firmly dug into the wood.

What did he just hear?

Mother?

As if thinking of something, Qian Hongfeng suddenly turned her head to look at Yan Luo who was still standing behind her silently.

Those eyes that fell on Yan Luo's body were no longer respectful and dignified as before, but instead seemed to be a pool of blood surging, with surprise, anger, and questioning in the pupils.

Even Qian Hongfeng herself didn't know why she had such a big reaction just because she heard two words, and she didn't know why she was so angry because of these two words.It was as if he had been deceived and played with, just like in his previous life, using his hypocritical face to deceive again.

why?

He wanted to grab his neckline fiercely to question him what was going on, and he also wanted to tear this man's face that was always calm and breezy.

However, in the end, all the thousands of words turned into a sigh, and he took a step back.

"Feng'er?"

"Do not touch me."

Qian Hongfeng flung Yan Luo away, and raised her eyes again with red eyes, "Lian Qing, what kind of method are you going to use to lie to me this time?"

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