"Master, what do you want to buy? In the territory of Yanchi Country, you can take whatever you want, no one dares to ask you for money!" Diao Diao said proudly.
"Oh? What if we leave Yan Chi Country?" Yao Mowan finally understood how supreme the Imperial Religion was in Yan Chi Country.
"After leaving Yanchi Country, our banknotes are just a piece of waste paper. Even the Dongzhou Continent, which is closest to us, does not recognize our banknotes." Diao Diao felt that this was not a secret, so he simply told the truth.
"Dongzhou Continent?" Yao Mowan's bamboo chopsticks, which she was about to pick up, stopped in the air, and she looked at Diao Diao in confusion.
"Yes! There are seven countries in Dongzhou Continent. Their banknotes can be exchanged with each other, but ours cannot. So no matter how rich you are in Yanchi Country, you will be a pauper if you leave here." Diao Diao wanted to go outside at that time.
Seeing the world, this is what the master warned her.
"Silver bills are worthless, so there must be gold and silver in the house, right?" Yao Mowan picked up a piece of fish and spoke calmly, but she was a little surprised in her heart that such a powerful Yanchi Kingdom was so closed off?
"That's true, but master, what do you want so much money for?" Diao Diao asked thoughtfully.
"Having money by your side will make you feel more secure. Just do as this saint says." Yao Mowan said calmly.
"Yes!" Diao Diao felt quite emotional in his heart. This master seemed very arrogant and arrogant! He even asked for the font of the new plaque when tearing it down, and he took other people's money as casually as his own. What a courage!
I just don’t know if Qi Canglan will agree!
At the end of the night, a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from the ghost mansion.
"Disciple! This is the hard work of a lifetime for the master, you, you, you! Why are you confiscating the house? No way!" Guidaozi saw that the dough he had collected in the past fifty years was scratched beyond recognition by Leng Bingxin with a knife, and he was so heartbroken that he wished he could
He immediately strangled Leng Bingxin to death. However, it was difficult to find a disciple with such good bones and extremely high understanding as Leng Bingxin. Otherwise, he would not have tolerated the rape until now.
"Old man, you are not telling the truth. You said that Saint Wan'er passed under your knife, but why is there no record here? Also, I have compared these faces, and they all have owners, then
Where is Saint Wan'er's previous appearance?" Leng Bingxin
Since returning to the Ghost Mansion during the day, he has been asking Gui Daozi about this matter. If Saint Wan'er did not change her skin, then Leng Bingxin has reason to believe that Wan'er is probably Yao Mowan. She only looks like her and has the same aura.
, which makes people suspicious.
"Is it because I show off the dignity I had before Saint Wan'er that you will stop making trouble?" Gui Daozi looked at Leng Bingxin angrily, with the pigtails on his head standing tall.
"Yes! And you must prove that the face is Wan'er's!" Leng Bing felt cruel.
"Come with me!" Gui Daozi took a deep breath, turned around and left the secret room. Leng Bingxin raised an eyebrow, and then followed out.
Until he reached the rockery in the back garden of Gui Mansion, Gui Daozi suddenly stopped and knocked his hands on the inconspicuous stone beside him. He turned slightly and saw movement on the rockery, and then a stone path leading to the ground appeared.
level.
"Let's go!" Kidozi glanced at his beloved disciple and shook his head helplessly.
After passing through a long secret passage, Leng Bingxin felt her eyes suddenly light up, and saw that the huge stone cave was filled with exquisite noodles.
"Master...Master! You actually saved a hand! Are these all your masterpieces?" Leng Bingxin looked at the beautiful faces hanging on the stone wall as beautiful as peach plums and as cold as frost, and the hairs all over her body stood up inexplicably.
"Nonsense! The master has taught you everything he can! What's hanging here are the faces of peerless beauties handled by the ancestors of the ghost family in the past. Just take this one, it has a history of three hundred years!" Ghost Daozi said proudly.
"It's so scary..." Leng Bingxin couldn't help but choked.
"What do you mean!" Gu Daozi was very dissatisfied with Leng Bingxin's evaluation.
"It's not interesting. Is the picture of Saint Wan'er kept here?" Leng Bingxin shrugged. The beauty had turned into bones, but her face seemed to be sleeping peacefully. There is nothing more terrifying in the world than this, Leng Bingxin thought.
"That one! That one is the face of Saint Wan'er. Based on Saint Wan'er's previous appearance, her face is definitely qualified to be placed here!" Leng Bingxin followed Gui Daozi's direction and saw it with surprise.
A piece of dough that is as beautiful as a fairy, but the dough placed here is not as stunning as the one in the country, so the dough does not look as stunning as expected.
"Then how do you prove that this face belongs to Wan'er?" Leng Bingxin disagreed.
"Go and look at the words below Sui!" Gui Daozi raised his chin and tried to persuade Leng Bingxin to take a few steps closer. When Leng Bingxin walked under the face, he suddenly saw a line of small words: 'August 10th, Dingmao Year'.
On the second day, Saint Wan'er volunteered to change her lower skin.
"Just these few words?" Leng Bingxin disagreed, she was not a fool.
"What? You don't believe it! You don't think that your master and I have the ability to predict the future. Before you even asked, I prepared a show for you to watch! Believe it or not!" Kidozi also got angry.
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"Then why did Saint Wan'er lose her memory? There's obviously something going on here!" Leng Bingxin asked herself that this head was not for free, and immediately raised questions.
"Is it my fault that she became obsessed with practicing? Okay, let's go!" Kidozi said impatiently. Just when Leng Bing was doubtful, his eyes subconsciously glanced at another face.
"This looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere." Leng Bingxin carefully looked at the face on the stone wall, narrowed her eyes slightly, and murmured to herself.
‘On the 15th day of the seventh month in the year of Ziyin, Yao Mo’s heart is thin’
"Yao Moxin! She...she is Yao Moxin!" When she saw the words under the face, Leng Bingxin stepped back in shock, her eyes full of fear and horror. She knew that Yao Moxin was the master's eldest sister, the eldest sister.
The former Queen of Chu! Didn’t she die in the cold palace with her child? Why did her face appear here?
"What's wrong with Yao Moxin?" Gui Daozi disapproved of Leng Bingxin's reaction.
"She, she...why is her face here?" Leng Bingxin pointed at the face on the stone wall, choking on her throat, and her face turned pale.
"This is a business I took over three years ago. Someone asked me to change the skin on this face, so I will do it myself." Gui Daozi's extremely bland narration shocked Leng Bingxin.
"Then you mean, when you were changing your skin, the owner of this face was still alive?" Leng Bingxin found it even more incredible.
"I don't know about this, but she seemed to have run out of energy at that time." Kidozi pretended to recall.
"It's okay not to be angry...it's okay..." If there was anger, then the world would be in chaos.
"Stop talking nonsense, follow the master out!" Gui Daozi saw Leng Bingxin stroking his chest tightly and pulled him out of the cave. After Leng Bingxin was gone, Gui Daozi returned to the cave.
At this time, there was already another person in the cave. This person was wearing a plain robe, with colorful patterns embroidered on the cuffs with gold thread. His long black hair moved without wind, and there was a strange light flowing in the air. The atmosphere in the cave was because of the
The existence of this person dropped to a freezing point. Even Kidozi, who had always been domineering and domineering, became a little less arrogant in front of this person.
"I have already done what the Master asked me to do. I don't know if I can honor what the Master promised me." Gui Daozi's voice was full of respect.
"From now on, people from the Imperial Religion will not be unfavorable to Leng Bingxin." A deep voice suddenly sounded, and echoes could be heard faintly in the cave. Gui Daozi secretly practiced his skills so that he would not be hurt by the sound.
"I don't understand. Yao Moxin has been dead for three years. What does it have to do with the great cause of the mage? Why did you let me deceive the ghost sister?" Gui Daozi looked at the picture on the stone wall that was 90% similar to Yao Moxin.
Face, if he hadn't seen Yao Moxin, he wouldn't have acted so expressively.
"You don't need to know. The ghost sect painter is the treasure of the Yanchi Kingdom. You really shouldn't accept foreigners as closed disciples." The mage's voice revealed a hint of regret.
"I'm talking too much." Gui Daozi heard the implication of Sikong Mu's words, so he remained silent. Almost as quickly as possible, Sikong Mu disappeared into the stone room.
Disciple! The master has done his best for you. Kidaozi looked at the face made from only the portrait and couldn't help but shook his head.
It's late at night, and the sky is as dark as ink and dotted with stars. The occasional chirping of insects breaks the tranquility here. In the Holy Lady's Mansion, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the courtyard is full of spring peaches. The breeze blows, and the petals fly with the wind, falling gracefully on the snow of Huanluo.
The person on the shoulder is more beautiful than the flower.
"What's so good about Yao Mowan that you deserve to detoxify her yourself?" It's hard to imagine that such a resentful voice came from the mouth of such a beautiful woman. With Huanluo's beauty, any man would be willing to make her sad.
"Huanluo, you shouldn't let Xiu Di deal with Yao Mowan. If you let the mage know about it, Xiu Di will definitely be punished. He is just a child!" Qi Canglan's voice was full of reproach, but his eyes were still full of affection.
of.
"So you're blaming me? But that's Xiu Di's own intention!" Huan Luo retorted with a guilty conscience.
"No matter what, don't do such stupid things again. Yao Mowan is very important to us and cannot be hurt." Qi Canglan's deep eyes contained a hint of warning.
"Just because she is important, the high priest, who has always been cold and arrogant, has to be courteous in front of her like a dog?" Since childhood, everyone has said that she and Qi Canglan are a perfect match, so unknowingly
, Huanluo had already regarded herself as the only woman in Qi Canglan's life, until Yao Mowan appeared, her ideals were threatened like never before.
"Huan Luo! You know what you are talking about!" Qi Canglan looked at Huan Luo with a sharp eyebrow and an angry look.
"Canglan...I'm sorry, I just don't understand. Even if she is important, she is not important enough to live in your mansion and be taken care of by you personally! You can send her to the palace or hand her over to a mage.
Ah!" Huan Luo saw the anger in Qi Canglan's brows, and realized that what she had just said was too much. She felt regretful for a moment, how could she be so rude in front of Qi Canglan!
"It is the Master's intention to keep her in the Priest's Mansion. The Priest has his own opinion on Yao Mowan's matter. You should not interfere in this matter from now on. Also... you are not allowed to do anything to Yao Mowan again. This time, the Priest
I'll hide it for you. Next time, this priest will tell the mage truthfully." Qi Canglan's voice is still like the sound of nature, falling on Huanluo's heart, but it is as cold as ice. Since when, the one who has been protecting her
Men actually started to threaten her? Looking at Qi Canglan's figure, Huan Luo felt the urge to cry. Her pink fists gradually clenched tightly, and hatred silently took root in Huan Luo's heart.
The next day, when Diao Diao hung the plaque with the words 'Holy Lady's Mansion' on the door of the mansion, Qi Canglan walked over with a sullen expression on his face.
"Wan'er, who asked you to deposit all the gold and silver in the house under your name?" On one side, Diao Diao saw Qi Canglan approaching fiercely, and immediately hid aside in despair, concentrating on directing the hanging of the plaque, but his ears
Still stretching here from time to time.
"No one, myself." Yao Mowan looked calm, not feeling at all that she had done anything wrong.
"Those are the money of this priest!" Qi Canglan can tolerate Yao Mowan changing the plaque. According to the mage's wishes, Yao Mowan should have a sense of belonging and let her feel from the bottom of her heart that she is the saint of Yanchi Kingdom.