Pei Chuan became angry and glared at Hu Ying angrily: "You will also be a direct disciple in the future."
"Junior Brother Hu, can you be a little filial? You didn't call me Senior Brother Pei for nothing."
"I've taken enough blame in the past two days, so it's your turn."
Hu Ying argued: "I am not a direct disciple yet."
Pei Chuan threatened: "Uncle Jingyue asked me to teach you the following demon swordsmanship in advance. Do you still want to learn it?"
"This is the kind of treatment only a direct disciple can get. You kid, don't play tricks on me."
"Either take the blame, or give up the demon swordsmanship."
"Hey, choose one of the two and it's up to you."
Pei Chuan started the vehicle and followed slowly.
Hu Ying accepted her defeat and took out her cell phone to call Lingxi.
"Hey, senior sister, we are in the ghost street, Suning..."
"Yes, I went to the second floor."
Five minutes later, Hu Ying hung up the phone.
Pei Chuan pricked up his ears and asked, "What did senior sister say?"
Hu Ying looked at Pei Chuan sympathetically and said pitifully: "Senior Sister said that if you can't figure out what Suning is doing on the second floor of the tea house, don't expect her to pay you back the two million."
"Fuck."
Pei Chuan clutched his chest, feeling so painful that he couldn't speak.
Hu Ying consoled him: "Take money to avoid disasters and not suffer losses."
Pei Chuan howled: "That's not your money."
Hu Ying suppressed a smile and continued: "You know Senior Sister's temper better than I do. This is already the minimum punishment."
"Whether it's thinking about crossing a cliff or being flogged in Kunlun, it will cost us half our lives."
"If it doesn't work out, I'll give you an even one million, and we'll share the pot equally."
Pei Chuan, who was in grief, immediately regained his energy and shouted: "Okay, it's settled."
Hu Ying was dumbfounded and said: "Don't you be pretentious?"
Pei Chuan smiled and said: "I can't learn to be pretentious. I am more realistic."
"squeak."
With a sudden brake, the car stopped in front of Ding Changyou's antique shop.
Pei Chuan solemnly said: "You don't dare to break into Qingshan Tea House. Old Man Liu should be fine, right?"
"This old guy has been chatting with Suning for so long, he must know something."
"Rather than spending money to avoid disaster, I want to be praised by my senior sister."
"Ahem, okay, I want senior sister to return the two million to me."
...
At the same time, in the backyard of Qingshan Tea House.
Tantai Jinse, whose pseudonym is Diao Fanyin, stood with his hands behind his back, looking in a trance.
In front of her, a golden writing brush made of special material was placed on the wooden table.
The thickness of an adult's thumb, twenty centimeters in length.
It is small and exquisite, with obscure characters and symbols engraved on it.
This Xunlong pen, one of the three most precious treasures of crape myrtle, has been carried by Tantai Jinse and hidden in his sleeve since his master Xiao Xiuyan ordered it to be sent down the mountain.
But at this moment, the brush was glowing, and the rich yellow light pierced the eyes, disappearing and appearing.
The hot breath oozed out from the tip of the pen, and those who were forced did not dare to approach.
Such weird scenes have been going on for half an hour, making Tantai Jinse, the young palace master, shocked and confused.
She didn't understand what happened, why Xunlong Pen had visions for no reason.
The only thing she thought of was Xiao Xiuyan's explanation, Xunlong Biliang, about Ziwei's prosperous age.
