Wu Shuangjiang raised the ancient clumsy tea cup with partridge spots in his hand. He took a sip of tea, looked at Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "Master Yin Guan just asks the price. Let's talk about it first. Don't worry about being judged by me."
It's the lion's mouth. Mr. Wu and his Taoist companion have two lives. No matter how high the price is, it's not exaggerated."
Cui Dongshan sneered and said: "Forced buying and selling is not the way of an expert, right?"
Wu Shuangjiang nodded and said: "There is such a suspicion, but it involves my family and life, so it is not up to me to pay attention to the godly demeanor."
Jiang Shangzhen sighed: "It's so honest. After all, Immortal Wu is a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm. His words and deeds are consistent and upright."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "I've been hacked to death by a few of you once. If I get a few more strange words, it won't be a big problem."
The battle between the avenues must definitely be a life-and-death battle between the avenues. Jiang Shangzhen was so angry that he wanted to stand up and say some words. Cui Dongshan put his hands on his shoulders, pressed them back hard, and complained: "What the hell?"
Well, I can't fight again and again, so save your energy. If we can't reach an agreement later, the important task of kowtowing to Immortal Wu and begging for mercy will have to be left to you, the chief minister."
After Chen Ping'an sat down, he took out a porcelain bottle, smeared the secret plaster of the Yang Family Pharmacy on his hands, bandaged them skillfully, then twisted out a few bones and flesh talismans, and finally put his hands into his sleeves, and then said: "Senior, please turn it over
Old Huang Li, after listening to this, I will make a decision later."
Wu Shuangjiang looked at this young man who was always calm and composed, and asked with a smile: "How did you make that last sword strike?"
If it were Ning Yao who handed over the sword, Wu Shuangjiang would not be surprised, but a Jade Purity sword cultivator, holding a long sword, which was only half an immortal sword, could actually cut open his own true body.
Mutually?
Chen Ping'an said: "There are no superior sword moves. I just jump forward and slash with my sword. But the method of movement is the sword energy from the Great Wall of Sword Energy. I stopped for 18 seconds and added some boxing techniques. It's called Shenren."
Drum style."
For Wu Shuangjiang, who is just learning what he learns, it doesn't make much sense to hide it deliberately. In this case, it's better to just be honest.
Wu Shuangjiang nodded with a smile, raised his hand and put his fingers together, and with a slight swipe, eighteen mustard seeds of sword energy appeared on the table. It was not a straight line, but the hovering position just fit the eighteen air palaces of the human body, connected in series with each other.
Line, the sword light bloomed slightly, the table was like the earth, the sword energy was like stars, Wu Shuangjiang seemed to have created a pocket galaxy out of thin air, Wu Shuangjiang suddenly made a fist with his other hand, slowly pushed it out, shook his head, as if he was not satisfied, and counted
After changing the subtle trajectory every time, he finally delivered a punch, which was completely natural. After the sword energy was carefully connected, it was a hovering long sword, or a complete superposition of eighteen punches.
Wu Shuangjiang twisted his wrist and put this "picture scroll" that was both a sword manual and a boxing manual into his sleeve. He did not hide his admiration, nodded and smiled: "Boxing is good, but it is a pity that I am not a pure martial artist.
It’s not complete, it’s missing a fundamental part of God’s will.”
Wu Shuangjiang thought for a moment, took out a green talisman from his sleeve, pushed it gently, and floated it towards Chen Pingan, "Just think of it as a small compensation for the removal of the palace."
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "No merit will be rewarded. The seniors secretly learned the swordsmanship and boxing skills based on their abilities. The juniors just hold their noses and recognize them."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "It's a Taiqing light body talisman, also known as the White Sun Lifting Treasure Urn, and also called the Shangzhijie Talisman by Qingming Taoist officials. It is my proud work, derived from the Taixuanqing talisman made by Taoist ancestors.
The birth talisman. Like the previous Moon Palace Jade Ax Talisman, they are all well-deserved great talismans."
Chen Pingan was indifferent when he heard this and still declined.
If the final deal was concluded today, let alone Chen Ping'an, even if Wu Shuangjiang offered a large pile of this light-body-lifting talisman, he would accept it without hesitation and would not reject anyone who came. But Wu Shuangjiang was here People's temperaments are unpredictable, and God never knows whether they will fall out at a moment's notice. If someone tampered with a talisman and then accepted it openly, it would be a way to die.
Seeing that the young hidden official didn't know how to praise him, Wu Shuangjiang was not angry, but he also didn't take back the talisman, which was "made only of green words and green seals", and gently fell on the table in front of Chen Ping'an.
Cui Dongshan stood behind Jiang Shangzhen, stood on tiptoes, and looked hard at the rare talisman with the light flowing on the table. The method of drawing the talisman can be learned secretly, but it is difficult to replace the talisman paper, because the material of the talisman paper is extremely expensive and extremely valuable. Not to mention the city, the main thing is that it has a price but no market. In the Qingming world, it is the immortal on the twelfth floor of the five cities of Baiyujing, who is specially used to invite the gods to send really good things.
Wu Shuangjiang turned to look at the "old" leader of the Yugui Sect with snow-white temples, and said with a hearty smile: "You and I are kindred spirits."
The woman that both parties like is not a stunning beauty among the women on the mountain. What kind of beauty can't be possessed by monks like them?
Jiang Shangzhen raised his hands and cupped his fists, shook them gently, and said with a playful smile: "If you reward me, please reward me."
The seats for five people in the room are also very interesting.
Wu Shuangjiang turned his back to the window and faced the door, and the wine table faced the door as a respect.
Among Chen Pingan and his group, after Wu Shuangjiang entered the room and took the seat first, although Chen Pingan was in the lowest state and was still seriously injured, second only to Cui Dongshan who had his body shattered into pieces, he still sat on the long chair to the left of Wu Shuangjiang. On the stool. So the location is closest to Wu Shuangjiang.
Ning Yao acted like a protector and chose to sit next to Chen Pingan.
Jiang Shangzhen was the first to sit on the right side of Wu Shuangjiang. In this way, he gave the seat opposite Wu Shuangjiang to the young man in white who was the most seriously injured and was the furthest away from Wu Shuangjiang. However, Cui Dongshan did not sit down, but stood Jiang Shangzhen's death.
Except for Wu Shuangjiang, an outsider.
There were four people at a table in the room, but they were all thinking about others.
Luolu Mountain has a good atmosphere. Between a pair of young immortals and Taoists, between a teacher and a student, between a sect master and his worshipper, without exception, they can be entrusted with life and death.
It's natural to follow these people, but it's just the right thing to do.
This is why when he, Wu Shuangjiang, showed up, he made no secret of his murderous intentions and had absolutely no intention of sitting down for discussion.
The purpose is to verify one thing. Chen Pingan can see the weight of a transaction or an agreement, and how much Chen Pingan is willing to pay to fulfill the agreement.
"What's the rarest thing on a wine table?"
Wu Shuangjiang asked and answered his own question: "A table of drinkers is not an eyesore."
Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, Wu Shuangjiang raised his chin toward the door of the room and said, "You can leave first to reassure your disciples and that little water monster, and then we can talk about business. Otherwise it will be difficult for you. Real peace of mind.”
Chen Pingan nodded, went to Ning Yao's house, and told Pei Qian that everything was fine. He just asked Pei Qian not to wake up the sleeping millet in a hurry.
Finding that Pei Qian was still worried, Chen Pingan bent his fingers and tapped the chestnut shape. Pei Qian smiled, sat back down, and rubbed Xiaomi's head.
Chen Pingan walked slowly. As he walked in the corridor, the white-haired boy whose real name was Ziran was nowhere to be found. He must have been hidden by Wu Shuangjiang.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly and understood this clearly. He turned to Jiang Shangzhen and said, "No wonder you are willing to spend a lot of money. Your gambling skills and luck are so good."
Jiang Shangzhen carried a pot of moonlight wine brewed by his own Yunku Blessed Land and was drinking heavily. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Old God Wu has a high level of immortality, so whatever he says will be done."
When Chen Ping'an came back and sat down, Wu Shuangjiang knocked the teacup in his hand gently on the table. The three words "Can't do it" turned into golden light at the bottom and spread like water and cloud patterns on the table. In an instant,
Chen Pingan and his party were on the top floor of a stork tower. Only four pillars supported the glazed roof of the caisson. There were no doors or windows to block the view. In front of Chen Pingan, there was still the green talisman hovering. Jiang Shangzhen stood leaning on the railing, his hands
Twist the wine pot with your fingers and shake it gently, the moonlight and the wine smell will be sloshed out together, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Cui Dongshan jumped away and stood on the railing, his two snow-white sleeves slowly fluttering in the wind.
Wu Shuangjiang slowly walked to the white jade railing on the other side. There was a string of walking horses hanging under the eaves. They were moving in the wind, tinkling, tinkling, and swaying with bursts of golden light. When he listened carefully, he could hear the voice of a woman singing, graceful and beautiful.
Wu Shuangjiang put away the tea cup, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and pointed to a mountain. Pavilions, pavilions, palaces and palaces were built on the mountain, row after row. "From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are a total of one hundred and eight mansions."
, when I entered the cave realm, I had an idea. If I were to be the master of the Sui Chu Palace in the future, the Sui Chu Palace would have 108 direct descendants from the Patriarch Hall.
First, everyone’s realm is not low, and everyone has good moral principles. Unfortunately, it has not been done yet. It is easy to build a mansion and hard to find people. Money is easy to make, but people’s hearts are like running water. There are many monks from the sect with excellent qualifications who can’t control it.
In my mind, I don’t like this or that. Either the residence is too small or the location is low, so I have become a passer-by.”
Wu Shuangjiang laughed: "People say Suichugong is a juvenile cave, so I laugh at it. It just reminds the monks of Suichugong that young people's spirit is the most valuable, don't let it be wasted away by the world."
I have been practicing too diligently throughout my life and dare not slack off at all, so I often owe money to study.
Occasionally, when there was nothing going on on the mountain, I would burn incense and read Yuxi poems. Every time Wu Shuangjiang went down the mountain to kill people, he would read Su Zi's poems to cheer up.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "What is the real name of the shopkeeper of the Stork Inn in Upside Down Mountain?"
Wu Shuangjiang said: "I won't mention his real name, otherwise Xiaobai will be unhappy. As for the golden and jade genealogy of my New Year's Eve Palace, his name is Bai Luo, which means "rising and falling".
Chen Pingan was shocked in his heart. He lowered his voice and asked a seemingly unnecessary question: "Ups and downs?"
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and nodded, "Xiao Bai was actually on the night boat, but not in Entry City. He had been wandering around Chui Gong City, probably to find trouble with the long-faced man. So it was very strange for you to refuse Xiao Bai's proposal at that time.
Choose wisely, otherwise Feisheng City and the fifth world will have to go to war. The sword cultivators in Feisheng City may not be all bad. Maybe within a hundred years, they can be overwhelming and be able to fight against the three forces with the power of one city.
The religious forces have not fallen behind yet. However, if this happens, the steady and long-term layout of the Summer Palace, and the great mission of helping Feisheng City remain standing, may be in vain."
Chen Ping'an was speechless, so much so that he couldn't hold it back. In front of Ning Yao, he had to take out a bottle of wine and take a swig of wine to calm down his shock.
At that time, when he rejected the innkeeper's deal, Chen Ping'an really didn't think much about it. He simply didn't want any complications in Feisheng City. Risks are opportunities, and opportunities can also be risks. This truth couldn't be simpler. A man who endures in Daixuan Mountain
Chen Ping'an couldn't believe that the young shopkeeper who had been in charge for hundreds of years was still the watcher of the palace. He was totally ignorant.
Ning Yao had a guess, but he was not sure, so he asked Chen Pingan with his eyes.
Chen Pingan nodded and said helplessly: "That's the person."
Randomly searching through his memory, the past events are still vivid in his mind. Chen Pingan clearly remembers the small inn at the end of an alley in Daixuan Mountain. Every time he went there to stay, he saw the young man standing behind the counter. He seemed lazy and young.
Every time the shopkeeper talks to Chen Pingan, his face is full of smiles and he is very friendly and prosperous.
Wu Shuangjiang revealed the secret with one word, "Xiaobai actually found you very pleasing to the eye back then, so he helped you 'cover up' a martial arts aura. Two by two were superimposed. That's why he was so scared to death at the Huangliang Blessed Land."
Huang Que. Don't worry, there is no conspiracy behind this matter. It's just that Xiaobai felt that he couldn't find the person he was looking for, he couldn't make much money, and his life was too boring. Later, you became a hidden official, and Xiaobai was still very happy.
Yes, from my side, I think he has a good eye for people."
Chen Pingan took another sip of wine.
To be continued...