Someone next to him raised his hand to Mo Xiaoran, "Junior sister, I'm ashamed to say that this person took advantage of our unpreparedness and stole our belongings. Fortunately, an astute junior brother found out and chased this kid away.
It’s getting dark soon, and there will be disciples of the sect inspecting this place soon. To avoid trouble, junior sister, please come back!”
He said it politely, but his tone was firm and could not be argued with.
Mo Xiaoran nodded and turned around to leave when the boy lying on the ground started yelling.
"I'm just short of money, so I borrowed the spiritual stones from several senior brothers to use for a while, and I will definitely compensate you twice as much later."
Then there was a scream, maybe someone had done something wrong.
The young man's voice was a little weak compared to before, but he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "My grandfather is from the Wuji Sect, and I am a new disciple of the master of the Wuji Sect's Qingguang Peak and Jiuxuan Mo Peak.
If you dare to be disrespectful to me, be careful as my master will lead the Wuji Sect to attack the Yuling Sect, and make you and the Ziyun Sect disappear into ashes."
After a moment of silence, someone asked, "Are you really a member of the Wuji Sect?"
The young man said, "How can this be false? It's just that my sect token and storage bag were stolen today, otherwise I would have the token as evidence. I never expected that the Yuling Sect is so poor that there are thieves stealing things.
, it really blinded my eyes."
Another person said, "Although Wuji Sect is only at the bottom, it is the sect's business after all. If what this kid says is true, killing this kid within the sect will still cause trouble."
Someone said, "What kind of trouble will it cause? A mere Wuji Sect disciple is a thief. He stole from us. Let alone kill him, we can just throw him into the furnace and burn him as coal. That's right. Senior Brother
Don't listen to him messing around here."
While he was talking heartily, a strong wind hit, causing several people to stagger around. When they came to their senses, the little girl in yellow cedar stepped on the boy's chest, and there was a slight "click, click, click" sound under her feet.
The young man had obviously suffered internal injuries, and scarlet blood was dripping down his mouth. He stared at the face of the girl above him, full of hatred.
Those few people who were photographed by the powerful violent bear did not dare to get close, and they did not know what kind of medicine the girl was selling in her gourd. They just stayed aside, observing and guessing.
The girl's voice was emotionless, her eyes were cold as she stared at the boy at her feet, her childish face looked a bit sharp as her hair rose.
"Are you a disciple of Wuji Sect?"
"Exactly...ah!"
The young man gritted his teeth and stared back. As soon as he said two words, he felt a huge force coming from the little foot wearing embroidered shoes on his chest, and several ribs that were already cracked were immediately broken.
The girl continued to ask, "Who are you?"
The young man was brave and spit out the blood in his mouth, "I am the disciple of Master Mo."
"You're not!"
"I am!"
The girl's tone suddenly softened, "Okay, you are!"
The young man was astonished. He just got away with it like that?
The girl stretched out her jade hand to the side, and the purple-gold dragon gun flashed with lightning. The pink girl turned around and smiled slightly at the Yuling Sect disciples who were standing aside, "Senior brothers, I'm Mo Xiaoran, my father is here
What people call Mo Jiuxuan."
Several disciples were suspicious at first, but when they saw the girl took out a few Huanglong Pills from her pocket, each one was of top quality. Not to mention them, not even the elders of the sect had ever seen such high quality.
Mo Jiuxuan was good at alchemy and took the master of the alchemy hall as his disciple. This matter had already spread in Qingzhou.
Who else but his daughter could give away Huanglong Pill of this quality with such skill?
Immediately he replied cheerfully, "Junior sister, please, do you need any help from senior brother?"
The little girl glanced at the darkness in the forest and said with a smile, "Brothers, please dig a hole there!"
The faces of several Yulingzong disciples turned dark. Are you still doing such a saucy thing?
Zhanyan smiled and said, "It's a trivial matter."
The young man who thought he was going to die suddenly shouted, "It turns out you are the daughter of Lord Mo. The flood has really destroyed the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn't recognize my family."
This junior sister, although I am not a disciple of the Wuji Sect, my grandfather is, so counting from this, I can be considered as half a disciple of the Wuji Sect."
Mo Xiaoran said nothing and looked at the young man intently.
The young man continued, "This junior sister, my name is Zhao Xishan. I heard from my grandma that forty years ago, my grandfather went up the mountain to learn Taoism with the immortals of our Wuji Sect.
However, it seems that grandpa is not doing well in the sect. Someone met him in Muhua City twenty years ago."
The girl in yellow frowned, "What's your grandfather's name?"
The young man said, "My grandfather is the fourth eldest son. People in the village call him Zhao Laosi. I heard from my grandma that he has no other hobbies in his life except drinking. It doesn't matter if he is hungry for two or three days. If he doesn't drink for one day, the house will be in a state of chaos.
.”
Zhao Laosi?
The little girl's thoughts went back to the shabby shop in Muhua City two years ago, when there was a drunkard lying on the counter.
Then there was an old man in the middle of the street, covered in blood and stained with blood, and still talking about his sect when he was about to die.
The young man who went astray in front of me turned out to be that grandson. Time has passed and the deceased has passed away!
But Mo Xiaoran will never forget those elderly disciples who have been guarding the sect's shop in Muhua City for more than ten years!
The girl's eyes softened, her feet moved down from the boy's chest, and the lightning spear in her hand disappeared quietly.
Bushan and Ni Hou thought of the old man who would rather die than surrender, and looked at the young man on the ground angrily.
I feel sorry for him for not fighting, and angry for his misfortune.
The little girl turned around and held up her hands to the Yuling Sect disciples, "If any of you, senior fellow apprentices, have lost anything, Mo Xiaoran is willing to pay double the compensation. However, this person has some connections with the Wuji Sect. Please remember that he is young and ignorant.
Don’t pursue it any further.”
The gift of a top-grade Huanglong Pill to each person was an unexpected surprise. They were not careless people and were willing to give the girl some face.
Let's say goodbye together.
At this point, Mo Xiaoran no longer had any interest in accompanying the violent bear in search of food, so he threw two Huanglong Pills to it and let it use it on its own.
Following the little master, there is no shortage of Huanglong Pills. The violent bear has a wild temperament and likes to eat blood. The joy of swallowing the top grade Huanglong Pills at the beginning has already turned into boredom.
However, in front of this little ancestor, it did not dare to complain at all, and followed behind him back to the yard with great grievance.
The young man named Zhao Xishan had several broken ribs. He was very strong and followed the girl without saying a word.
Early the next morning.
Ni Hou whispered to Mo Xiaoran outside the house, "Junior sister, the child has been waiting outside the hospital all night."
A little girl's voice came from the room, "Ignore him. His bad behavior has ruined the reputation of the sect and father. If you don't deal with him, it's just for the sake of the dead Grandpa Zhao. Do you still want to join the sect and continue to do evil?"
Ni Hou tried to explain, "Junior sister, you can't say that. After all, you are the descendant of Zhao Laosi. Young people sometimes have no choice but to do so."
Mo Xiaoran's voice was emotionless, "If you do it, you will do it. It's a sure thing. Senior Brother Ni, don't explain it to him."
"But...can I come in and talk?"
The loyal and honest six-door monk said pitifully.
"sure."
After entering the door, Ni Hou turned around and stuck his head out the door to look around. Then he carefully took out a dozen storage bags from his pocket. When he put them on the table, he could clearly feel the weight of the delicate bags.
feel.
"Uncle, our sect wants disciples who can live and die with the sect, not those who are habitual thieves...Besides, I am just a young disciple, so I have no say!"
Ni Hou didn't say anything. He stepped forward and opened the storage bags one by one, and bright golden light suddenly emerged from inside.
Under the golden light, the girl's serious expression disappeared silently like the snow in early spring, turning into a feeling of surprise and joy.
Each bag contains something worth at least five thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
Some are elixirs, some are magic weapons, and some are spiritual stones. They are solid and full.
"Although I am just a young disciple, I don't have much say."
The little girl's eyes had the shape of spirit stones, and she naturally changed her words, "But I can talk to dad, this young man still has some abilities."
"That's natural."
Ni Hou smiled and said, "Little junior sister, who in our sect doesn't like you? Recruiting that young man into the sect is just a matter of your words."
With that said, he walked out of the house, pinched the bag he had hidden in his arms and showed a satisfied smile.
After Mo Xiaoran carefully checked the contents of the eight storage bags, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
To be honest, she has never seen so many valuable things before. Bringing them back to the first, second and second senior brothers can be regarded as my best effort.
...
At this time, in several small courtyards not far from Mo Xiaoran, there were several impressive young disciples groping around with blank eyes. They clearly remembered that they used spiritual stones to buy things yesterday...
But today, where is my damn storage bag?
The security of Yuling Sect is also very good, right?
...
In the main hall of the Yuling Sect, an old man put his hands behind his back and looked up at the calligraphy and paintings on the stone wall with an imposing manner.
Behind him are several elders of the Yuling Sect.
One of them said, "Sect Master, please move to the Wind and Fire Palace. The treasure was born today. Not only many Qingzhou sects came outside, but many people from Cangzhou also came to watch the ceremony."
Another person smiled and said, "Sect Master, this time, we will definitely let other sects see Yuling Sect's superb weapon refining skills. Our Yuling Sect's reputation will skyrocket and become famous throughout the world."
Someone laughed and said, "Well, the Yuling Sect is said to be unique in refining weapons. Besides us, which other sect can refine spiritual weapons? It's ridiculous that the Shiren Sect ranks the Yuling Sect and the Alchemy Hall.
To tell the truth, that old and shameless Lian Shen actually became a disciple of a young disciple and learned alchemy.
I am deeply ashamed to be placed alongside such people."
The burly old man with his hands behind his back snorted coldly, "I borrowed the remaining gifts from my ancestors, took a bottle of Qilin's blood, worked hard, and spent ten years using the entire sect's efforts to refine it into the Phantom Wave Qilin Armor, which can be used as a low-grade mysterious treasure.
This level is extremely rare even in Shuijing Sect and Cangyu Sword Sect, let alone other third-rate sects.
With it, it is possible to attack the Zhongzhou Weapon Refining Sect.