The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

Perhaps Jing Zhan thought that Su Wangli would nod or ignore him, but Su Wangli answered him for the first time, with a very gentle tone.

Jing Zhan was stunned for a moment, only to feel flattered, and after a long time came to his senses, Su Wangli had already left the two of them and walked away. Jing Zhan looked at Su Wangli's slender figure, and the strange emotion in his heart became more and more obvious.

Liu Chehan saw the actions of the two of them in his eyes, a gleam flashed in his heart, and he strode towards Su Wangli with a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the situation, Jing Zhan hurriedly stepped past Liu Chehan, gave Liu Chehan a hard look, and followed Su Wangli closely.

The three walked down the stairs aimlessly.

"We've visited all the sword-making shops within a radius of several miles." Jing Zhan was anxious, and said to himself without calling Master again.

Just after noon yesterday, the three of them went through all the big and small artifact shops in the streets and alleys. They even tried the pig iron that the swordsmith was forging, but they found nothing.

"It's a shame to say you're a rag, you should be a rag and a fool." Liu Chehan took the opportunity to sneer again.

"Aren't you twitching if you don't speak for a moment, crazy man!" Jing Zhan yelled at him impatiently.

"Enough! Wasn't last night enough?" Su Wangli couldn't stand the two flirting anymore.

Talking about love depends on the occasion!There is someone next to you!

Su Wang's heart was flooded with anger, like a vast grassland being ignited, out of control.

"If I hear you arguing again! Let's quarrel here from now on! Don't go back!" Su Wangli yelled at the two of them.

Now he is in a fit of anger, Jing Zhan has been with him for more than a year, and Liu Chehan is a person who is very good at observing words and expressions. Naturally, he knows that a cat with fried hair can't even touch its tail. Suddenly quiet down.

Su Wangli returned the room, followed the two of them aggrievedly, and walked out of the inn.

"Go slowly, objectively! Come again next time!" Behind him, the waiter clenched the golden leaf rewarded by Su Wangli tightly, waving enthusiastically but reluctantly.

The three of them were silent all the way.

"Master..." Jing Zhan asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

"Find your artifact." Su Wangli's voice was sullen, distant and indifferent, without even turning his head.

Jing Zhan vaguely heard that there seemed to be some grievance and forbearance in it, but it disappeared immediately.

How could his master have such emotions?

"Where can I find it?" Jing Zhan asked.

"You really are..." Liu Chehan wanted to scold him, but he held back immediately, and changed his tone, with a calmness he had never had before with Jing Zhan: "The reason why the divine weapon is called the divine weapon is not unreasonable." , The polished ones in those shops look glamorous on the outside, but they are actually low-level artifacts, which are specially found for sale."

What Liu Chehan said is right. The artifacts all choose their masters. How can there be so many people with extraordinary talents and abilities in this world? Most of them are mediocre people. Dig out these weapons and polish them, inlaid gems to decorate them, making them look beautiful and brilliant, but whether they are broken cotton wool or broken cotton wool inside, so that as long as there is a person with a little ability, the artifact will choose him as the master, so that's good make money.But there are also some high-grade artifacts, which are generally not easily discovered and dug up by people. Only the artifacts themselves are willing to be obtained by their recognized masters.

"You can't find the magic weapon here, so you have to go to the place where the spiritual energy gathers on the edge of the city to find it. There is plenty of spiritual power, and the magic weapon will be easier to find." Su Wangli didn't like Liu Chehan talking to Jing Zhan, and he didn't care if it was It's not polite to interrupt Liu Chehan's words and continue on.

"Then... what if there's nothing there..." Jing Zhan asked cautiously.

It's not that Jing Zhan is humble enough to feel that he is not worthy of a first-class artifact, but that he is really not worthy. This year, relying on his little talent, he can be lazy when he can, and never practice kung fu when he can sleep. Where is Su Wangli? Think so well?

"That means you are not even worthy of a low-level artifact, and rotten wood cannot be carved." Su Wangli turned his head to look at Jing Zhan beside him, his voice was as cold as a bayonet piercing a wood, and his pair of stern bright eyes narrowed slightly to look at Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan was so frightened by the sharp eyes of the fox, his whole body shivered from the cold.

"It's time to see if it's suitable for you to stay in Penglai Mountain." Liu Che sneered coldly, adding fuel to the fire.

At this time, Jing Zhan didn't even have the mind to argue with him, he felt lost, sad, and terrified.

If he really has no talent, what should he do then?

The loss in my heart is like a rock sinking into the deep sea, unable to shake any waves.

"Even so, Jing Zhan will continue to stay in Penglai, and I'm still his master." Su Wangli turned his eyes to Liu Chehan, his tone full of unconscious sourness.

The strong sour smell, the bitter complaint, Liu Che's taste is clear, a crack finally appeared on the perfectly smiling handsome face, and he felt unwilling.

But the idiot Jing Zhan couldn't understand it, he only understood the literal meaning, the master didn't drive him away, no matter whether he was talented or stupid, Su Wangli would recognize him as his apprentice.

Su Wangli would like to be his master...

This cognition gradually spread from Jing Zhan's heart, following the blood flowing into the heart, the whole body was icy cold, and the stubborn stone that fell into the bottom of the sea seemed to be floating again.

Su Wangli has always recognized him as his apprentice.

Jing Zhan was so happy that he was so happy, and his nose was sore. He used to treat his master like that, and thought of using the hilt of "eternal hatred"...

Stupid!

Thinking of this, Jing Zhan didn't dare to think about it, his heart ached, and he followed Su Wangli sullenly.

Although Su Wangli walked forward straight, he couldn't help but glance at Jing Zhan from the corner of his eye. Jing Zhan didn't pay attention, and all the thoughts in his heart were expressed on his face.

Su Wangli saw him laugh for a while and cry for a while, happy for a while and bored for a while, at first he was a little dazed, but then his heart gradually cleared up, and he sighed helplessly in his heart with confidence.

This child was very happy when he didn't study before, but now he is worried about whether he can find the magic weapon, and he knows how to worry and worry.

As a good master, he should say a few thoughtful words at this moment to comfort his restless disciple.

Su Wangli coughed twice to clear his throat, not knowing how to comfort others, he pretended to be calm on his face, his heart was already beating like a drum and beating non-stop.

"You don't have to worry so much, my apprentice is definitely not bad." Su Wangli said coldly, not only wanted to reward himself with admiration for a few cups of lotus seed brewing, but how could he be so smart and comfort others? It was so perfect that he even praised himself.

Su Wang was complacent in his heart, but his face was still indifferent.

Liu Chehan barely looked at the two of them, turned his head, but his eyes caught up with the two familiar figures, and his slender figure suddenly stopped.

Su Wangli noticed something strange and followed Liu Chehan's gaze.

I saw two people wearing Tsing Yi hiding in a quiet alley in the corner, it was the two people from Liushan Xuetan in the inn that day.

"The disciples of the Liulixuetan School must come down to catch and eliminate demons," Su Wangli said.

Liu Chehan neither refuted nor responded.

There are three types of cultivators in the human world, among which Taoist cultivators have the most Taoist temples. Buddhist cultivators concentrate on cultivating immortals behind closed doors because of their cultivation methods, regardless of world affairs, and casual cultivators have no time to care about others. It is not easy to cultivate into immortals by yourself.

Therefore, some Daoist monasteries in Taoist monasteries usually take live demons to earn some silver taels, unlike Su Wangli who need believers to kneel down and worship. As long as the silver taels are given enough, they will send disciples down the mountain to eliminate demons.

This kind of Taoism is very common in the human world. Although there are gods and stars to protect the Quartet, not everyone is willing to believe that the gods in the sky are really willing to commit themselves to the lower world to eliminate demons and collect demons for them. The interval between them is not long, but it will take too long for the prayers of believers to spread to the gods in the distant nine heavens.

Therefore, what Taoist temples have done in the human world can be described as flourishing.

"These two people should have just entered the Liushan Cold Pool not long ago, and their cultivation base is not high. It seems that this monster is also a weakling." Liu Chehan stared at the street where the two disappeared, without moving half an inch.

No matter how you say it, eliminating demons is inseparable from Su Wangli.

"Follow and have a look." Su Wangli raised his legs to follow after saying that, and the three of them disappeared into the narrow alley in an instant.

The alley was cold and damp, not at all like the bright sun outside the alley.

"Big and delicious buns! Just out of the cage!" On the opposite side of the alley, a bearded man with strong arms opened a huge round steamer, and a large steaming white mist escaped into the sky, "Come here, guest officer Come and taste it!" The bearded man smiled flatteringly at the guests who stopped.

The main street in the city is still bustling with people coming and going, vendors yelling at passers-by, there is an endless stream, and no one notices the movement in the alley at the corner.

The three of them entered the alley, only to realize that it was very different from the bustle outside the alley, only one person could be allowed to walk in the narrow alley, Su Wangli walked at the front, Jing Zhan followed Su Wangli closely, and Liu Chehan was at the back.

Liu Chehan only felt that the alley seemed to have been born for no reason, and subconsciously turned around to look at the entrance of the alley not far away, "Big and delicious buns! Just out of the cage!" The thick bearded man on the opposite side of the alley opened the steamer, and a large The heat came out, "Come, come, guest officer, come and taste it!" A guest stopped, and the thick bearded man smiled flatteringly at the guest.

After the guests left, the bearded man shook his beard and began to repeat the same movements and words as before.

The uneasiness in Liu Chehan's heart spread out, and it all came out in the next moment.

He looked up to the sky, and the high walls of the narrow alley went straight to the sky. There was a transparent film between the two high walls, which was similar to an enchantment, but different from an enchantment.

The heart is clear, and sure enough, this alley was created by myself.

Liu Chehan wanted to tell the two people in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, a dilapidated wooden door suddenly appeared on one side of the bare high wall, and all three people's attention was attracted there.

Su Wangli opened the door cautiously.

squeak-

The broken wooden door opened slowly, knocked lightly on the stone wall and bounced halfway back.

The green grass and green leaves in the house, many rhododendrons are bright yellow, some are in bud, some are already in full bloom, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers.

Su Wangli summoned Everlasting Hate, and stepped vigilantly through the broken threshold, followed closely by Jing Zhan and Liu Chehan.

Boom-------!

As soon as the three of them entered the garden, the wooden door closed tightly behind them. Jing Zhan immediately went up to open it, but this dilapidated wooden door was as strong and hard as a stone door, and it stood firmly no matter how hard it was kicked.

Jing Zhan stopped struggling and turned around resignedly.

Only then did the three of them see clearly what the house looked like.

The small house, which is not too big, has all the internal organs like a sparrow. A small corridor connects the two rooms, and there is a slightly larger room between the two rooms.

The door of the room in the middle was wide open, and two people in Tsing Yi could clearly see fainting in the room.

Su Wangli immediately leaned forward, walked quickly towards the two disciples who were lying on the ground unconscious, lifted one of them up by his shoulders, and stretched two fingers to the tip of his nose to test it.

Liu Chehan also helped another person up to test, but the result was the same.

But the faces of the two were blue, and although their hearts beat and breathed evenly and continuously, they didn't wake up no matter how much they shook and beat.

Su Wangli put the two of them on the ground, got up to check, only to find that this room was a study room, and there was a letter next to the two of them, they must have passed out after picking up the letter.

Su Wangli knelt down and carefully read what was written in the letter.

The font is elegant and elegant, but the paper looks old, the edges of the paper are curled, and the paper is waxy yellow.

"Don't go tonight, are you willing to wait for me to return? When I return, I will wear ten miles of red makeup, hold my hand, and grow old together..."

The handwriting was a little fuzzy, and the paper was crumpled together. Su Wangli couldn't see everything, he could only get a general idea.

Then he squinted his eyes and looked back at the two people who were sleeping. The undulations of their bodies gradually became smaller, and their faces became more and more ugly.

Seeing this situation, Su Wangli sighed almost imperceptibly, his hoarse voice mixed with a little tiredness and vigilance.

"These two people should have their fetal lights stolen."