I don’t know how long the summoning point has been full. Chen Jinyuan really feels that it is a bit of a waste. I just hope that this summoning can be successful. After being upgraded to a sixth-level summoner, it is the first time to summon a great master from the mid-Xianyao period. The ancient martial arts space should not
Let yourself down.
"The summoning is successful, the items have been included in the room 6-1, the experience value is +3000, and the upper limit of exchange value is +10000!"
After conveying the command to the space intelligence program, after a series of violent movements in the summoning pool, Chen Jinyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and finally got what he wanted. The prompt message in his mind was so beautiful.
There is still a long way to go before being upgraded to the seventh level Summoner. When he opened the door of 6-1, his eyes were bright and his ears were full of noise. Chen Jinyuan took a closer look and found that he was in an ancient town.
Vegetable sellers, steamed stuffed bun sellers, flower cloth sellers...all kinds of vendors took up half of the street. They were shouting and hawking. They were coming and going on the street, and they were crowded, making the street very lively.
"Uh... this..." Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Chen Jinyuan was a little dumbfounded. With so many people, who is the one he summoned?
After calming down and dispersing his consciousness, he realized that what he saw in front of him was not a small town, but a whole big city, and it was bigger than he had imagined. There were probably hundreds of thousands of people entering the city.
After searching for a while with his spiritual consciousness, he finally sensed the strong man's movements in a restaurant in the west of the city. Chen Jinyuan's mouth curved slightly, and he moved away from the crowd and headed to the west of the city.
——Dong Lai Restaurant.
"Great monk, what's wrong with you?"
Sitting in front of a small table on the second floor was a thin little lama who was speaking. The little lama looked to be about twenty years old. He was wearing an ill-fitting lama monk's robe and a lama hat on his head.
Her skin is fair and pink, her voice is soft and melodious, just like the sound of a celestial voice, and her delicate face is like a painting. It attracts the diners upstairs to look back frequently, fearing that even the men will be fascinated by it.
Sitting opposite the little lama is a big lama. His appearance can only be described as thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a fierce look. He is dressed in purple and yellow floral monk robes, with a large string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and his hair is twisted into strands.
Coiled on the head, the two ears are several times larger than usual, especially the two earlobes, which almost hang down to the shoulders, just like a Buddha, full of exotic style.
The diners next to him were all talking in low voices. Just now, when the big lama grabbed the little lama and went upstairs, he still had a fierce look and kept away from strangers. But in the blink of an eye, the big lama became obviously depressed.
He stood up, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, as if something was sad.
"Alas..." The great lama let out a long sigh, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I, Jiumo, have exhausted all his wisdom and tricks, and Yu plans to seize the sword manual of the Dali Duan family's secret skill, the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword'.
I got it, but unexpectedly something like this suddenly happened, it’s really better to have planned it than to have planned it!”
The young lama curled his lips and said, "Are you finally willing to tell the truth? What you said so righteously before was that for the sake of friendship, you wanted to take Duan's 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' and cremate it in front of Uncle Murong's grave. It's really ridiculous!"
The big lama didn't feel dissatisfied, he just shook his head and sighed for a moment before saying, "Miss Wang, I have worked hard for you these past few days, and I will apologize to you, little monk!"
After saying that, the big lama stood up, put his hands together and bowed to the little lama, with a very sincere expression on his face. When the diners on the second floor saw this scene, they suddenly realized that the little lama was a
Daughter body.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the little lama. He was so beautiful just in a lama's outfit. If he were dressed in a girl's outfit, wouldn't he be as beautiful as a fairy?
The little lama was obviously taken aback by the sudden change of attitude of the big lama. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He looked directly at the big lama with his two big eyes, as if he was suspecting that the big lama had some conspiracy.
The big lama's attitude was unusually sincere. The little lama was stunned for a while, and then he forced out a smile and said: "You can correct your mistakes if you know them, and there is no greater virtue. The master is a monk, so he naturally understands the principle of 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.'
Since the master no longer has any plans for Young Master Duan, I will beg my cousin for mercy so that he will not embarrass you!"
"Is Miss Wang afraid of your cousin when you become a junior monk?" Hearing the junior lama mention the word 'cousin', the senior lama shook his head gently, and a slight smile flashed across his face full of helplessness, "
There is a rumor in the world that 'Qiao Feng in the north, Murong in the south', Qiao Feng can be regarded as a well-known man, as for your cousin Gusu Murong Fu? Haha, he is a small one, he is not worthy of his name!"
"You..." After hearing the big lama's words, the little lama's face immediately turned red, and he was obviously angry. He was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.
"Bang!"
At this time, the diner next to him, who thought he was big and round, slapped the table and stood up. He pointed angrily at the great lama and yelled: "You monk, when will it be your turn to comment on my Central Plains martial arts affairs?"
There was a long knife on the dining table of this person. He was obviously a member of the martial arts world, and he was probably a fan of Murong Fu from Gusu. He just heard the great lama commenting on Murong Fu, so he couldn't help but scold him.
"Haha!" The big lama chuckled. He was still somewhat cultivated. At least he was not angry because of the big lama's scolding. "Zhongyuan Wulin? It's really ridiculous. As far as the young monk knows, Gusu Murongfu should be a member of the Xianbei royal family.
Descendants, right? After the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the Five Husbands invaded China, and the Xianbei tribe massacred so many of your Han people, yet you are still talking about the martial arts of the Central Plains in front of a young monk, how ridiculous!"
"What?" The diner was stunned when he heard this, and the entire second floor was filled with low noises. It was obvious that these people did not know that Murong Fu was from the Xianbei royal family, and the little lama's face turned pale.
It seems that he did not expect that the great lama even knew about this and even said it in public.
"Are you talking nonsense... about the Xianbei royal family? That was hundreds of years ago? You, a monk, dare to provoke the martial arts in the Central Plains. I will kill you!" The diner was angry, and Wu Huan Hua had passed the number.
A hundred years passed between the Sui and Tang dynasties. How could he bear it when the great lama used things that happened hundreds of years ago to slander his idol? He pulled out the long knife with a cry and slashed at the great lama. He wanted to put this aside.
The monk died.
"don't want!"
The little lama exclaimed, she knew how terrifying this big lama was, and he was not a kind person. If he angered the big lama, he would definitely die.