"What are you going to do?" Xiao Ran looked at them.
The two female ghosts looked frightened and struggled to stand up. They were still lying on the ground after moving for a long time.
"This person has a high level of cultivation, please call Sister Qian over quickly." A female ghost said.
Another female ghost nodded quickly.
The two ghosts opened their mouths at the same time, and a special scream came out, which was spreading toward the surroundings.
The huge momentum enveloped the room.
The temperature drops to freezing point in an instant, the wind blows, the tables and chairs are automatically without wind, and a creepy sound comes.
The ghostly spirit was turbulent, and a female ghost appeared in front of the two of them.
Wearing a red bridal dress and embroidered shoes, she was quite quiet.
"Young master, do you think they are too ugly and want me to accompany you?" The woman in red smiled shyly.
The ghost power transforms into a unique charm and rushes towards Xiao Ran.
Chih!
The golden light rippled, breaking her charm.
"You used the wrong person." Xiao Ran said.
The woman in red face changed, and her majestic ghost aura rolled, forming a huge aura, which turned the room into a ghost domain, and said coldly: "Give me shameless!"
It turned into a red afterimage and rushed towards Xiao Ran.
The five fingers raised and turned into bones. The terrible ghost power filled the palm of his palm, and with a strong suction force, he grabbed his head fiercely.
"Come here!" Xiao Ran slapped his palm ruthlessly.
He broke her bones, slapped her on the head, and slapped her to the ground.
Stepping on her head, pressing her face to the ground.
"There are ghosts?" Xiao Ran asked.
"Let me go!" The female ghost in red struggled violently.
The master’s eighth level of Taoism cannot be turned on at all.
The two female ghosts were startled and fled outside one after another.
"Where to go?" Xiao Ran pointed his finger.
Two golden lights shot out, one after another, catching up with the two ghosts and dealing with them.
The Taoist practice is too low and I can't even look down on the golden book of fortune.
"Don't kill me, I'm the thousand-year-old boy's grandmother." The female ghost in red reported to her home.
"Where is she?" Xiao Ran asked.
"Grandma will arrive in the capital in three days."
"Oh." Xiao Ran replied.
He stepped on her with one kick.
The golden book of fortune emerged, introducing her personal information and the crimes she committed.
Chunfang stayed in the courtyard for a month and absorbed the yang energy of no less than two hundred people.
The golden page rotates, showing three things, 50,000 proficiency, five years of martial arts cultivation, and five years of soul cultivation.
Add these 50,000 proficiency to the Phoenix Xuanyuan Sword Technique.
Property refresh.
Phoenix Xuanyuan Sword Technique: A little success
It is still 195 years away from breaking through to the second level of Xuanzong Realm.
The spiritual master's cultivation level has also further improved, and he can make another breakthrough in just 145 years.
Out of the room.
Xiao Zhou and the other two walked out in a refreshing mood.
His steps were a little weak and he was shaking very hard.
"Brother Xiao has asked you to spend money, I will treat you tomorrow night." Xiao Zhou said.
"Look at how you look, I'd better get some supplements when I go back." Xiao Ran said.
Pay the money.
After leaving Chunfangyuan, separated from the three of them, he returned to his home in Jingwenfang.
It's dawn.
In the Chen family yard.
Chen Wenheng put away Haoran's righteousness, hurriedly left the room, and woke his father up from his sleep.
"Dad, give me 20,000 taels."
Chen's father glared angrily: "Get out!"
"I have understood Haoran's righteousness." Chen Wenheng released Haoran's righteousness.
A golden righteous spirit rushed out from the top of his head.
The golden light illuminates the room, and the breath of justice and sacred falls on people, drives away negative emotions and makes people feel relaxed.
"It's too late to explain to you, it's too late to go."
"Get the account yourself."
As soon as Chen's father finished speaking, Chen Wenheng rushed out.
After taking 20,000 taels, he rushed to Qingyuan Bookstore excitedly.
The shopkeeper had not opened the door yet, so he couldn't wait and slapped the door: "Hurry up and open the door."
About a few minutes.
The shopkeeper walked out of the room cursing and saw that it was Chen Wenheng when he opened the door. His sleepiness disappeared and he woke up. He was on guard: "Once the goods in this store are sold, they will not be returned."
"Those two paintings are still there?" Chen Wenheng asked hurriedly.
"Didn't you come to return the painting?"
"I'll buy the painting."
"Oh..." The shopkeeper relaxed his heart.
His eyes rolled: "The two paintings are still there, but they can't be sold to you at the price yesterday, so they have the original price."
"This is 20,000 taels, hurry up and give me the drawing." Chen Wenheng stuffed the silver bills.
Wait until he gets the painting and leaves.
The shopkeeper looked at the silver notes in his hand, and the monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his head: "Is this nerd badly reading his head, right?"
I felt worried again, so I wrote a pair of words on the wall, "The goods left the store and refused to return them."
Longyuan Academy.
Chen Wenheng released Haoran's righteousness, rushed into the academy, and found his teacher Wen Fuxian.
A great scholar of a generation has understood the righteous spirit and entered the practice of cultivation. It took ten years to break through to the third level of the Grand Master.
"Teacher, I have realized Haoran's righteousness." Chen Wenheng shouted and rushed into the room.
Wen Fuxian had the habit of drinking morning tea. After he screamed, he almost choked by morning tea.
He glared at the angrily eyes, and was about to blame him, looking at the righteousness on him, he stood up suddenly.
"This shouldn't be! With your talent, you will definitely not be able to understand Haoran's righteousness in this life."
"Teacher, you said a few days ago that as long as you work hard, you will be able to understand Haoran's righteousness sooner or later."
Wen Fu was speechless and slandered, I am comforting you.
"Tell me carefully about the process of understanding Haoran's righteousness."
Chen Wenheng said truthfully.
After hearing his words, Wen Fu first asked: "Where is the painting?"
Chen Wenheng took out the two paintings in his arms, and he couldn't wait to open them, looking at the big sword and the sun.
With his attainments, it can be seen at a glance that these two paintings must have been from the masters of a generation, and their painting techniques are at least superb, or even returning to the essence.
"Ten thousand taels per picture?" Wen Fuxian asked.
"Yes." Chen Wenheng nodded.
"This is 20,000 taels, these two paintings belong to me."
"Teacher, you..."
Wen Fuxian's face was solemn, "This painting is extraordinary. A painting can allow a person to understand Haoran's righteousness. You have already understood Haoran's righteousness, and they are useless to you."
Seeing him wanting to speak but stop, he comforted him: "Your credit is indispensable. I will report to the dean later and tell you the song of righteousness."
"Teacher Xie." Chen Wenheng was excited.
"This matter is of great importance. You must not let other academies know that you are going to Qingyuan Bookstore to guard it. There are also such paintings that you need as much as you want. The money will be reimbursed by the Academy."
"Yes." Chen Wenheng responded.
Holding two paintings, Wen Fu hurriedly left the room and rushed towards the dean.
Heavenly Prison.
Xiao Ran came in from outside and stood in the hall.
The atmosphere is depressing.
The jailers are here.
The captain said with a cold face: "These sects are becoming more and more arrogant, not taking the imperial court seriously, relying on their advanced cultivation to commit rebellion. A group of criminals will be imprisoned later, and various punishments will be given to them first.
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