"If there is a chance, Master will say this for you." Master Xuanzhen said quietly.
Sun Bucheng nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Master! By the way, Master, I heard that a Baiyun Villa owner has appeared recently!"
Master Xuanzhen said as he walked: "I know, what do you want to say?"
"I heard that the origin of the Lord of Baiyun Villa is extremely mysterious, and he probably has a very deep relationship with Nanyuan Phoenix Queen." Sun Bucheng said: "Gu Batong, the son of Emperor Dongyuan, is willing to be the housekeeper of Baiyun Villa.
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Hearing this, Master Xuanzhen couldn't help but be moved: "Is this really true?"
He just heard that Baiyun Villa had a new owner, but he never thought that the owner had a rather terrifying background.
So much so that the sons of the Yuan Lord are willing to be stewards.
"It's absolutely true!" Sun Bucheng said eagerly, "Baiyun Village has been recruiting people recently. I would like to go over and have a look. Master, please give me permission."
I heard that the servants and maids in Baiyun Village are treated extremely well.
He has a salary of ten Black Moon Coins a year, and he can practice at will in the manor.
What kind of place is Baiyun Village? It was one of the two manors owned by Queen Feng in Nanyuan in the past.
If you practice in it, you can enjoy the top-notch treatment that only Abyss Lords can enjoy!
Sun Bucheng had been moved for a long time, but he didn't dare to make the decision without his master's permission.
Master Xuanzhen said displeasedly: "It is not appropriate for a closed disciple of a master to become a servant."
In that case, where is his face?
"Master, there is no hope for me to make a breakthrough for the time being. I just want to try my best to refine the star power and make it more pure to make up for the lost practice time." Sun Bucheng said.
Master Xuanzhen frowned. Naturally, he did not want his disciple to go, but considering his current situation, he could only agree: "Okay, but remember not to embarrass your master!"
"Yes, Master!" Sun Bucheng beamed.
On the high platform.
The atmosphere is extremely relaxed and lively.
They thought they could not break through the moon realm and were depressed, but Xia Qingchen gave it to them for free, which made their mood fly from hell to heaven in an instant.
The departure of Master Xuanzhen and his disciples was without any disturbance to them.
Xia Qingchen continued, and finally came to Han Xiangdong, who stood beside Beiyuan Sword Master in a nonchalant manner.
And Sword Master Beiyuan still held a ball of mud in his hand.
The longer the moon marrow was exposed to the outside, the more moonlight was lost, so Beiyuan Sword Master never opened the mud ball. He only waited for the eagle meeting to end, then took his son back to take out the moon marrow.
"What about you? Do you want to consider joining Tingxue Tower?" Xia Qingchen asked casually.
He didn't think Han Xiangdong would agree.
"Okay!" Unexpectedly, Han Xiangdong actually agreed with a half-smile.
His face showed a sense of relief and pride that he hadn't seen in a long time.
After all, his father snatched Xia Qingchen's eighth-grade moon marrow. How could he not be happy and proud?
"What level of moon marrow can you give me?" Han Xiangdong asked teasingly.
He really wanted to know how Xia Qingchen was feeling at this moment. He clearly had an eighth-grade moon marrow, but someone just snatched it away.
"Sixth grade." Xia Qingchen took out a seventh-grade moon marrow and said, "This is the last moon marrow."
Of course there is still moon marrow left, but it is reserved for him and the people around him, and cannot be given to outsiders.
"Okay!" Han Xiangdong grabbed the sixth-grade moon marrow with lightning-like hands.
However, he did not sign, but after weighing it, he suddenly slammed it on the ground.
Amidst the exclamation, this extremely precious sixth-grade moon marrow was blown to the ground and reduced to fragments.
This is one of the few sixth-grade moon marrow!
It was so smashed!!
Han Xiangdong showed a bit of ferocity on his face and sneered: "A mere sixth-grade moon marrow wants to touch me?"
Not to mention, the moon marrow he got was not as good as Gu Ba Tong. Even if he was given the seventh-grade moon marrow, it would be impossible for him to agree.
"Let me tell you, I have the eighth-grade moon marrow. I don't need your moon marrow. Get away as far as I want!"
Xia Qingchen didn't regret the broken moon marrow at all, but looked at him with strange eyes: "Are you sure?"
"Haha!" Han Xiangdong crossed his arms on his chest and said arrogantly: "Even if I die, I will not use any of your moon marrow!"
"Well, you have the guts, I hope you remember what you said." Xia Qingchen returned to his original position with an expressionless face.
Han Xiangdong chuckled: "I leave my eighth-grade moon marrow aside and don't care about yours? I'm dreaming!"
At this time, Beiyuan Sword Master was already a little impatient: "Is it time to end?"
Emperor Dongyuan saw that most of the people present had gained something, so he nodded slowly: "Before finishing, take out your moon marrow and register it."
This is a routine rule. You need to register the moon essence obtained by the contestants over the years.
Everyone took out their own moon marrow one by one and placed it in their palms.
Emperor Dongyuan recited it while ordering people to write it down.
"Li Nianyun, a third-grade moon marrow."
"Zhong Yunxiang, a fourth-grade moon marrow."
"Xia Qingchen, a sixth-grade moon marrow."
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"Sun Bucheng, zero."
"Clouds draw hearts, zero."
"Finally..." Emperor Dongyuan paused and looked at Sword Master Beiyuan.
The latter had a trace of hesitation on his face. This competition, in a sense, was the participation of his Beiyuan Sword Master himself.
The recorded name will be Beiyuan Sword Master!!
This record can be watched by future generations. Anyone who sees a Abyss Lord personally participating will laugh at it.
After all, he is so senior, but he personally participates in the activities of young people.
Not only will the young people of later generations find it funny, but the older generation will also not be ashamed of it.
"Hey!" Beiyuan Sword Lord sighed silently. He is notorious and will become a joke to future generations.
Because of this unsatisfactory son, he was completely disgraced!
The only good thing is that he finally managed to obtain the eighth-grade moon marrow, which is rare to find once in ten years, and he can barely save his reputation.
At least it's worthy of a Yuan Lord taking action himself.
Otherwise, if the dignified Lord Yuan takes action and only gets a third-grade or fourth-grade medium-low moon marrow, future generations will only laugh at him even more.
The eighth-grade man could barely speak. When future generations see it, they may sigh: "As expected of the Yuan Lord, he can actually get the eighth-grade moon marrow."
With this thought in his mind, Sword Master Beiyuan put down the clay ball in his palm and said, "There's no need to look at mine, it's eighth grade."
As the Lord of Yuan, how could he lie about such a trivial matter?
One sentence is enough.
However, Emperor Dongyuan could not help but be secretly surprised. Eighth-grade moon marrow?
Such a rare moon marrow really requires a lot of luck. He couldn't help but have some doubts: "Take it out and have a look."
Beiyuan Sword Master was helpless: "You are questioning my credibility."
Would the dignified Lord Yuan lie blatantly about this?
He put down the clay ball and tapped it lightly with his finger. The clay ball immediately moved away, revealing its center: "Let's see..."
His words stopped abruptly because the astonishing moonlight as imagined did not appear.
Instead, a fishy stench from the seabed mud hit my face.
Emperor Dongyuan looked over and cast a confused look: "Where is the moon marrow?"
To be honest, he also didn't think Beiyuan Sword Lord was lying. At such a status, there was really no need to lie about Yuexi.
However, there is really no sign of moon marrow in the mud ball.