"Hey, that guy is at the teahouse opposite. He seems to be watching over you, junior sister, when you go out."
"Brother Gu, please don't do ostomy business."
On the third floor of the Forging Pavilion, Ning Weizhi glanced at the invisible place downstairs and reminded her senior brother with a smile. She knew that his senior brother was a sweet-tempered person and was used to being bold, and there was an edge hidden in her gentleness.
Senior Brother Gu chuckled and became a little curious about the boy. He turned to talk to Old Man Hong who was cleaning the tea set: "Brother, you have been practicing meditation in this palm-sized place and haven't gone out for several years. Are you about to break your elixir?" "The road to breaking the elixir is full of thorns and thorns every step of the way. It's easier said than done."
Shopkeeper Hong chuckled and shook his head, sighed slightly, changed the subject and asked, "Are Fairy Ning familiar with that little brother?"
Facing an elder who was hundreds of years older than her, Ning Weizhi leaned over and replied: "We had met once before and had a conversation, but we were not very familiar with him."
There is no need to say more.
Senior Hong is a friend of Senior Brother Gu, and she is not familiar with him either.
Shopkeeper Hong spoke to the middle-aged Taoist priest again and said: "Wherever Taoist Master Gu passes, evil spirits and evildoers are punished. How many merits have you done during this journey?"
"I tracked down the hidden whereabouts of an old ghost with a thousand-year-old ghost who was about to break through to the fourth level. I passed by the precious land and said hello to my brother."
"Oh, you have to talk to me about this. You can't let such a powerful ghost break into the city and cause trouble."
Hong Renche was a little nervous about this news, and added: "Old Hao was bored in Fangshi, and he asked me several times. Gu Daoyou could ask him to come and help, and help to kill the thousand-year-old ghost. He
I must be happy."
It is not appropriate for him to go out at the moment, otherwise all his previous efforts will be wasted.
He raised his hand to pour a cup of clear green tea for each of the two people opposite him, and extended his hand to invite them.
The middle-aged Taoist priest Gu Zong picked up the tea cup and drank the tea slowly. After putting down the tea cup, he continued: "No need to trouble Taoist friend Hao, several other colleagues will arrive tonight, eight hundred miles southeast of Danyangfang, maybe in a few days.
There is some big news, please say hello to me in advance to avoid any misunderstanding."
He and Hao Dachang were just casual acquaintances and did not want to owe any favors.
Besides, when it comes to encircling and killing ghosts, it’s better to use your own people to rest assured and don’t want to travel.
Saying hello to a local friend and a local friend is the right thing to do.
"I understand. In three days' time, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Danyang Sect, Forging Platform, Hongyi Sect, Wanyao Mountain and Jiafu Sect will open their sects to accept disciples. I am afraid that many secular families are recruiting qualified children to the Five-Year Plan.
The sects of each family will be escorted to prepare for the assessment three days later. Danyangfang will also assess interested casual cultivators on the Mid-Autumn Festival and recruit additional disciples to become outer disciples of the five sects."
Shopkeeper Hong informed the other party of the matter so that the other party would know better and it would be best to avoid the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gu Zong smiled and nodded. It takes time to set up the trapped ghost formation, so he tried to stagger it as much as possible.
The three of them drank tea and chatted without delay. After finishing the pot of tea, Gu and Ning left.
Hong Renche used his identity as the shopkeeper as a cover-up, and welcomed him to and from him every day. Many people knew him, but only a few people really knew his secret identity. Several forging masters and two foundation-building monks in the backyard also thought he was
He is just an old qi refiner with some background in the sect.
There is only one monk guarding the upper floor of the shop who is his confidant.
Chen Mou saw the two Taoist priests joking with Shopkeeper Hong and walking out of the door. He quickly got up and walked out of the teahouse. After the two Taoist priests and Shopkeeper Hong said goodbye to each other, he appeared at the right time and saluted: "Taoist Master Ning, Taoist Gu
Sir, can you two take a moment to say a few words?"
He thought that the two of them were Qi refining monks like him, but they had different identities.
He is a rootless cultivator in the wild, and the other two have the sect to rely on, so he is mentally prepared to be rejected by the other party.
The opportunity was before him, and he would not be willing to give it a try. Even if he was rejected, he would not lose a piece of meat.
Having been in the city for so long, he has already developed a thick skin.
He is timid and cowardly, but he is unambiguous when it is time to take action.
Ning Weizhi looked at the ignorant and fearless little guy, and before she could speak, she heard that the unreliable senior brother had boldly agreed for her, and he seemed to be in no hurry to leave.
"Okay, you can treat us to a pot of spiritual tea, give you a chance, and let's chat for a while."
"Two Taoist priests, please come in!"
Chen Mou was overjoyed. A good start is half the success. He smiled apologetically at Shopkeeper Hong and handed over his hands: "Next time, I'll treat you to tea alone!"
We are going to talk about life-long matters today, so it is not appropriate for outsiders to be present.
(This "lifetime" is not that "lifetime")
Shopkeeper Hong smiled and waved his hand magnanimously: "It's settled, I'll be invited to tea alone next time."
He was also a little curious, what kind of shameful things did the little guy want to talk about with two big shots with very different statuses? He actually ended up talking about it.
He is a very courageous talent. I was mistaken before.
"Definitely, definitely!"
While Chen Mou was saying a few words, the two Taoist priests had already walked into the teahouse diagonally opposite and helped him order the tea for his guests. When Chen Mou walked to the counter, they were waiting for him to take out the spiritual stones and pay the bill.<
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"Twenty spiritual stones?"
Chen Mou almost thought he heard wrongly.
The tea shopkeeper smiled and said: "Our Qi Wu Feng Ling Tea comes with twenty Ling Stones in a pot, and four kinds of refreshments are included."
Chen Mou didn't say anything more in front of the guests, so why didn't he grab it?
He knew that it was the Taoist priest surnamed Gu who was causing trouble and wanted him to retreat in spite of the difficulties. This stab made his flesh sore. He remained calm and asked Dr. Tea to lead the two distinguished guests to the wing first. Even if his face was swollen and he pretended to be fat, he would have done it.
Betting on a slim chance.
As a wealthy local cultivator with a family fortune of nearly 300 spiritual stones and two spiritual medicinal herbs, he can still afford to drink a pot of spiritual tea with 20 spiritual stones.
After the guest had gone away, he took out eighteen spiritual stones and took off the dagger from his sleeve.
"Shopkeeper, if you don't want the spiritual stone, I will keep this magic weapon with you first. I will use the spiritual stone to cancel the account tomorrow morning and exchange it for my magic weapon. Could you please be accommodating?"
When I usually go out on the streets, I don’t carry too many spiritual stones with me, just enough for daily expenses.
If he refused to be accommodating, he would lose his face and run to the opposite side to pledge the magic weapon to shopkeeper Hong. With the face of an acquaintance, it shouldn't be difficult to borrow two spiritual stones.
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The tea shopkeeper pulled out the dagger from its leather sheath, glanced at it, put away the magic weapon, smiled and extended his hand to invite you.
Chen Mougong handed over his hands and hurried to the back room. Dr. Cha was waiting for him outside, led him to his place, and closed the door to facilitate the guests to talk about important matters.
Tea and refreshments have been served.
After Chen Mou sat down, he first poured tea for the two Taoist priests opposite him, and then poured a cup for himself. He smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, and seemed to hear the wonderful sound of the collision of spiritual stones. He picked up the tea cup and said: "
I would like to invite the two Taoist priests to express their apologies for the rudeness, a cup of tea, please!"
Gu and Ning took a sip and put down the tea cup, meaning they had something to talk about and don't go around in circles.
Chen Mou didn't taste anything high-end. He was thinking about his words and said: "I would like to ask you two to recommend me to join your sect."
He decided to get straight to the point, first arouse the interest of the two people, and then use his sharp tongue to act on the spot.
The advice given to him by Taoist Master Ning last time helped him see the light and find the direction for his future cultivation.
The Forging Pavilion has become his alternative.
It was Master You Zhong's letter of recommendation and his ability to forge low-level magic weapons that gave him the confidence to recommend himself. He had a very safe escape route behind him, so there was nothing to fear.
There is a strong light of confidence surging around him.
As soon as he said this, Gu Zong grinned and asked, "Why?"
I have traveled around the world for more than two hundred years and have never seen such a shameless person.
Was it Hong In-cheol who gave me the courage?
Or the twenty spiritual stones in a pot of spiritual tea?
There are many demons in the street, and there are many bastards in the shallow pond. Are today's children so ignorant, arrogant and ignorant?
He wouldn’t be Gu Yong if he didn’t beat the little kid who was obsessed with delusions to death and was covered with bruises.