"This is what the disciple earned through his own ability. Each elixir has the disciple's hard work on it. It is not a windfall."
When Zhang Xiaozu heard the Taoist saying "windfall brings disaster", he immediately said that this was not windfall.
Daozu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled without saying a word.
Zhang Xiaozhu's expression was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.
He naturally knows whether the money obtained by passing it off as real or fake is a windfall.
"Could it be a fake elixir that will make you go crazy after eating it?"
"Is Dan poisonous?"
"Is someone from the auction house targeting me?"
Zhang Xiaozu wanted to ask where the misfortune was, but Daozu remained silent, as if the secret must not be revealed.
"Dry!"
"Why are there only one thousand nine hundred and fifty?!"
Zhang Xiaozhu's spiritual consciousness scanned every Holy King Pill in the jade box. While checking whether there was any problem with the pills, he counted the number. When he found that the other party had given fifty pills less, he immediately exploded.
However, he quickly realized that the fifty missing stones should be the auction fees deducted by the auction house.
"It's too shameful to charge me the auction fee for fifty Holy King Pills."
"Master, you see, what they earn is the windfall. Please cast a spell quickly and let the misfortune come to them."
Zhang Xiaozu said angrily.
Little did he know that the auction house had already charged him half of the auction fee because he was Yan Mingchao's disciple, because Lingbao Auction House's auction fee was one hundred and five cents, and the jade ring finger sold two thousand Holy King Pills.
Logically speaking, one hundred pieces should be drawn.
Daozu shook his head slowly and said: "You have your misfortunes, they have their misfortunes, there is no need to give in."
Zhang Xiaozu:......
"As the saying goes: Spend money to eliminate misfortune. If you give me half of your windfall, I can help you share part of your misfortune and ensure that you turn misfortune into good fortune."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozu looked at Daozu's serious look and almost couldn't help laughing.
This is not Daozu. He is clearly a swindler who cheats money.
"Could it be that this is his old job?"
Zhang Xiaozu guessed wickedly in his heart.
At the same time, he put the Holy King Pill into the void space, feeling that Daozu was just teasing him and did not really want his pill.
Because in his opinion, it is impossible for the dignified Taoist ancestor to value this Holy King Pill.
"What, you don't believe it?" Daozu raised his eyebrows.
"I believe it." Zhang Xiaozu nodded, but the smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.
Daozu suddenly took a step towards Zhang Xiaopeng, and then punched.
boom!
It hit Zhang Xiaopou's left eye.
Zhang Xiaozu screamed and flew backwards, then hit an invisible air wall with a bang and fell to the ground.
The left eye, which was already bruised and swollen, suddenly became even more swollen.
"As you say, follow the law." Daozu said with a serious face.
"..."
Only then did Zhang Xiaozhu know what the unlucky disaster Taozu mentioned was, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Spend money to eliminate disasters. The words of the ancients do not deceive others. You have to believe it." Daozu shook his fist and warned.
Then Daozu looked at Daozu with an expression of "I am doing it for your own good" with an angry look, and took away the two boxes of Holy King Pills that he had not yet had time to put away.
This box is 200 pills, and the two boxes are 400 pills.
Zhang Xiaozu thought to himself that this was a sudden disaster.
Daozu put down his fist, then waved to Zhang Xiaopeng and said: "Come on, let's continue."
Zhang Xiaopeng, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but trembled with fear when he heard this, and asked with a grimace: "Master, can you take a rest?"
"No." Daozu shook his head, "Unless——"
Zhang Xiaozu's eyes were hopeful.
"Continue to spend money and eliminate disasters."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozhu's expression stiffened for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he said angrily: "The ancients also said: A horse will not grow fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall. Just continue -"
Snapped!
Before he could finish his words, Daozu stepped in front of him and slapped him away.
"You cannot trust the words of the ancients." Taoist ancestor said leisurely.
"I...I..." Zhang Xiaozhu's lips trembled with grievance, and then he yelled: "I will fight with you!"
Snapped!
"ah--"
boom!
"ah--"
The room echoed with Zhang Xiaopeng's screams like he was killing a pig.
But people outside couldn't hear a sound, because the two were fighting in the space barrier created by Daozu.
The physical combat skills that Zhang Xiaozu was proud of were vulnerable to Daozu's fists and feet.
What he couldn't accept was that Daozu didn't use his realm to suppress him, and even suppressed his cultivation to the entry level of the Holy Realm, which was three realms lower than him. However, even so, he didn't have the power to fight back.
.
"One force can defeat ten groups. Your law of power is very strong."
"Your physical combat skills are also very strong."
"So, why can't you beat me? What's the problem?"
…
"Idiot, haven't you realized what the problem is?"
"Although you have integrated your own power laws into my physical combat skills and made some clever changes to my physical combat skills to make them more suitable for your own fighting style, no matter how you modify them,
It's just a modification, it doesn't change its essence."
"What is its nature?"
"It is a physical combat technique that I have developed that is most suitable for me based on my own strength law characteristics."
"Your modification is just to make the physical combat skills fit with your law of power. However, no matter how it fits, it will always be a little bit worse after all, because it is not yours."
"Your power law is strong and your physical combat skills are strong, but when you add the two together, they cannot reach the ultimate level of strength."
"It's just because of this difference."
"do you understand?"
…
"Ahem, I forgot, you are in the Moon Saint Realm. What I said can only be realized after reaching the Imperial Saint Realm."
"..."
"I accidentally overthrew the seedling and encouraged it. No, no, um, can you forget what I just said?"
"..."
"Why do you think you only have the Moon Saint realm? Your cultivation is too slow."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozu cried.
Not to mention that he had been beaten for more than ten hours in vain, not to mention that he was forced to spend money to eliminate the disaster. In the end, it turned out to be his own fault.
There's no fucking way to explain it.
The image of Daozu collapsed in his heart.
The Tao Ancestor he imagined was an old man with a majestic figure, awe-inspiring righteousness, an immortal demeanor, unparalleled wisdom, and a kind and majestic old man, but the man in front of him——
It’s hard to describe in one word.
"Stop beating it. If you beat it again... it will be useless."
Zhang Xiaopeng held the pig's head with a bruised nose and swollen face and begged for mercy.
Boom!
Daozu pushed him away with an elbow, and joked: "Have you touched the corner of my clothes after fighting for so long?"
"Ah - Shi can be killed and not humiliated!"
Snapped!
"ah--"
boom!
"ah--"
boom!
…
"A scholar can be killed, or... he can also be humiliated. Don't fight him, otherwise he will be useless!"
Zhang Xiaozhu burst into tears and begged for mercy with humiliation.
His eyes were so swollen that there were only two gaps left, his cheeks were swollen, as if he had two big steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, and his lips turned into two big sausages.
The whole head is twice as big as before, as if there is a big meat ball on the neck.
Daozu looked at the sky outside the window and saw that it was already dark, so he put back his fists and said, "Well, let's rest for a while, have breakfast, and then continue."
"..."
"I like to eat something lighter for breakfast. Considering that there will be a lot of activities next, let's order a little more."
"ah?"
"Why, don't you have an appetite?"
"..." Zhang Xiaozu clenched his fists, stared at Daozu with a pair of swollen eyes, and asked angrily: "Do you think I can still eat with this mouth?"
Daozu stared at Zhang Xiaopou's mouth carefully for a moment and said, "It should be okay to drink the paste."
