One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Meng Guiwen looked at the broken keel gate, which was made of the Dragon King's skull.

My master cut off half of the Dragon King's dragon skull.

This Tai Sui Mausoleum can't let his master lose his family and property, can he?

And is Master the kind of person who would do such a thing?

She really couldn't imagine that her gentle and gentle master, who didn't speak loudly, would come to someone else's house and cut the door of the other person's house.

As for why the gate was not repaired, Meng Guiwen didn't ask much.

After all, this is someone else's business, and she can't say: Since my master cut it off, why don't I fix it for you.

So Meng Guiwen withdrew his gaze and looked elsewhere.

Fang Yunjin felt a little funny when he looked at Meng Guiwen's way of looking away confidently.

However, he also changed the subject and talked about other things.

"Junior Sister Meng and Sister Lin are coming to Taisui Mausoleum for the first time, so you have to stay for a while, just in time to catch up." Fang Yunjin said.

"Catch up with what?" Lin Yue asked suspiciously.

"The dragon's breath unique to our Taisui Mausoleum." Fang Yunjin replied.

Although Meng Guiwen and Yu He didn't talk to Fang Yunjin, they didn't diminish Fang Yunjin's enthusiasm.

After all, Fang Yun knew that these two people didn't talk much, even if he said ten words, these two people might not be able to make up ten words for him.

So he naturally talked to Lin Yue.

The dragon's breath was originally a unique ceremony of the Dragon Clan, once every ten years.

Later, the dragon clan was wiped out, and the sect of Taisui Mausoleum settled here.

And the ancestor of Tai Sui Mausoleum is Que Ying.

But Ying transformed the dragon's breath into a level acceptable to monks.

And I heard that if you are lucky, this dragon breath can also cleanse the tendons and cut the marrow, and even help the monks improve their cultivation base.

Of course, this is very good luck.

Even the disciples of Tai Sui Mausoleum knew that the chance of their turn was slim, but they still looked forward to it.

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"Hmph, grandstanding." Jisu said in disdain when he heard Fang Yunjin's hype.

Naturally, Meng Guiwen understood Jisu's disdain.

After all, Jisu and the Dragon Clan did not deal with each other, so naturally he sneered at the things of the Dragon Clan.

"You were born as a divine beast, so naturally you don't understand mortals' desire for power." Meng Guiyi said it as a matter of course.

These words made Feng Qi's eyes widen slightly as he was lying in her state of mind.

He never thought that one day he would hear such words from this little girl.

"What are you looking at? My previous dream was to be number one in the world. Naturally, I also wanted to be a strong man." Seeing his ancestor looking at him in surprise, Meng Guiwen turned back.

Feng Qi: ...he hasn't said anything yet.

In the past, this little girl would only hate him if she opened her mouth.

Now he didn't even say a word, and he started to make mistakes.

Just thinking about it one by one, this girl never had any respect for him from the beginning.

She even completely ignored herself when she appeared in her state of mind.

He even threw the immortal bell away.

Although he did have some selfishness at that time, this girl is completely different from ordinary people.

If others knew that he was a god, they would naturally respect him with three prostrations and nine kowtows.

But who asked him to choose a person who disrespects ghosts and gods?

Of course, Meng Guiwen was also interested in this kind of thing.

If Hua Yuanyue came, then this point might definitely fall on Hua Yuanyue.

It's just that Hua Yuanyue is working in the Penglai Empire now.

She wanted to pray and see if she could make her senior sister the lucky one.

Or go to the temple to worship another day.

Meng Guiyi thought of this, and the Nascent Soul who could transform into a clone at this time looked at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi is a god, so is it more useful to worship a god?

Furthermore, the first sentence my ancestors said to me was that I could realize my three wishes.

I just don't know if that counts.

Naturally, Feng Qi could know what Meng Guiwen was thinking.

So after hearing Meng Guiwen's thoughts, a drop of sweat dripped from the back of Feng Qi's head.

Although Feng Qi is indeed a god, his godhood has been abandoned by Jiu Xiao.

If I have to say, Feng Qi is just a demigod now.

It means having the ability of the Protoss, but not the rights of the Protoss.

Furthermore, even if it is a real Protoss, it is impossible to realize the wishes of the Human Race at will.

Of course, things like resurrecting a human race can be done by the gods.

But it is impossible to change a person's past or future.

Of course, if Meng Guiwen really wants to change Lin Yue's cultivation roots, it's not impossible.

It's just that the method is a little difficult.

But let Long Xi choose Lin Yue, Feng Qi really can't do it.

This kind of destiny belongs to the destiny, and even the Protoss cannot interfere.

"If you want to change Lin Yue's roots, it's not just the method of dragon's breath, but it's not an easy thing to change your roots. If you want to change your bones, you won't even have an afterlife, or you won't be able to practice for a lifetime. , you have to think about it." Feng Qi reminded Meng Guiyi aloud.

After all, there are some things that even the Protoss cannot interfere with.

After human intervention, the consequences to be borne are not something ordinary people can afford.

Feng Qi looked at Meng Guiwen and hesitated, and knew that this little girl really cared about her senior sister.

If this kind of thing were her own, she would definitely agree to it immediately.

But when it was her senior sister, Meng Guiwen hesitated.

"Let's discuss it later." Meng Guiwen ignored this sentence and bypassed the topic.

As for when this will happen in the future, it is unknown.

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After Linglou rose to a certain height, he rowed towards the opposite mountain.

Meng Guiwen lay down by the window and looked down.

From the perspective of ordinary people, it is completely impossible to see how high and what is below.

But Meng Guiyi could clearly see the winding paths at the foot of the mountain.

From time to time, some disciples of Tai Sui Mausoleum passed by on these small roads.

When Ling Lou stopped, Fang Yun took a look outside.

"Here we are, Junior Sister Meng, Junior Sister Lin, Master Yuhe, please." Fang Yunjin stood up from the futon and made a gesture of invitation to the three of them.

The four of them went down the tower, only to find that they were going to live in a courtyard built on a platform dug near the top of a mountain.

The courtyard looks like an ordinary two-storey building without much difference.

The only difference is that half of the yard is built along the edge of the cliff.

Just below the courtyard window is the abyss.

This is not scary for a cultivator, but if it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that not many dare to live in this kind of house.

There is even a nice little garden on the platform, with lush trees and flowers.

Although this courtyard is not very magnificent, it should be considered a relatively good courtyard.

With the comparison, Meng Guiwen feels that they are not poor if they are too clean.

However, what cultivators pay attention to is cultivation, not wealth.

But that is to say, if there are too many disciples in the sect, even if they don't eat or drink, they still need various pills and weapons.

These expenses are much more expensive than eating and drinking.

Not to mention that the disciples of Tai Sui Mausoleum still need to press their prosthetic limbs, and the prosthetic limbs will need to be maintained and replaced within a certain period of time.

Maintenance requires things like spirit stones and mines.

However, Tai Sui Mausoleum can still maintain a degree of lack of money. Looking at it from another direction, Tai Sui Mausoleum is actually very rich.

In the end, are they the poorest Taiqingmen?