How can a super obedient daughter-in-law be the devil?

The monk in Huafu carefully looked at the magic weapon. It was a snow-white folding fan. With a slight movement of his finger, the fan opened instantly. On the snow-white fan was a painting of a landscape in ink and wash.

With a slight wave of the fan, the surrounding scenes were instantly replayed. The small shop full of goods instantly turned into a misty mountain, forest and stream, and one could even feel the coolness of the continuous drizzle falling on people.

In the misty rain, there are murderous intentions everywhere, no one knows where the deadly attack will come from.

The eyes of the monk in Chinese clothes are bright, and as he turns the folding fan in his hand, the surrounding scene suddenly changes. The beautiful landscape instantly changes into hot red rocks, and hot magma rolls around his feet. No one knows whether they will erupt in the next moment out.

If it is said that Yanyu Shanshui is just a vague murderous intent, then this fiery magma is an undisguised murderous intent, surging and terrifying.

With a slap, the folding fan closed, and the surrounding phantoms disappeared instantly. The monk in fine clothes held the folding fan tightly, his chest heaved several times, and then he gradually slowed down his breathing.

However, his eyes were still burning, looking at Tan Jiayong very eagerly.

Zhan Yin raised his head and looked at him coldly.

The monk in fine clothes trembled from his gaze, calmed down immediately, and coughed dryly, "Well, I'm Shang Qingling, I haven't asked the two fellow Taoists what to call them yet?"

The person with the surname Shang in Shangcheng, although Shang Qingling didn't say who he is, the surname alone can explain a lot of things.

Tan Jiayong spoke more politely than Zhan Yin, "It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Shang. It's a pleasure to meet you. My surname is Tan. This is my fiance, and his surname is Zhan." Yin also only mentioned a word.

As for which Zhang Shang Qingling heard, that's none of his business.

On the other hand, Zhan Yin, when he heard what Tan Jiayong said, raised his head suddenly, his eyes were sparkling, amazingly bright.

In the past, Zhanyin was still young, and because he was afraid of trouble, he introduced him to others as his brother.

But now, Xiao Yin has grown up... and Tan Jiayong also wanted to see Zhan Yin's attitude, so he only said the word fiance.

Shang Qingling was a little surprised when she heard this.

There are also many monks who become Taoist couples. Although there are not many with the same personality, it is not impossible.

But in that case, they usually look at each other and get together.

Pre-contracted marriages are usually family marriages, and most of them happen when families want to continue their heirs. Men and women pre-contracted marriages. This is the first time he has seen them.

But soon, he put away the surprised expression on his face, and said with a smile, "When the two fellow Taoists are holding a double repair ceremony, I must go to ask for a wedding drink next time."

Both of them were very satisfied with Shang Qingling's sense of humor, and even Zhan Yin's expression softened. After looking at him twice, he finally stopped treating him as a transparent person.

Before Tan Jiayong could speak, Zhan Yin nodded reservedly, "If it's convenient, I'll send invitations to Fellow Daoists sometime."

Hearing his answer, Tan Jiayong suddenly felt his cheeks blushed, and his original uneasiness was thrown out of the blue by him, and he just felt that his heart was beautiful.

His Xiaoyin really likes him.

Seeing that, the atmosphere between the two became scorching hot visibly with the naked eye. Standing there, Shang Qingling felt as if he had been scalded by hot water, and his whole body became uncomfortable.

I always feel that standing here now is very annoying.

Shang Qingling: "..." It doesn't matter if you leave, or if you don't, it's really embarrassing.

Just when Shang Qingling was thinking about how to speak so as not to be so obtrusive, a middle-aged man walked in the door.

When the man entered the door and saw the empty shop, he was obviously taken aback.

There are also some customers who come in from time to time, but seeing the strange atmosphere of this shop, many people will choose to leave directly.

Shang Qingling thought that this person was the same, and looked away after only one glance, but the two bosses who had been ignoring him all had smiles on their faces, and they even took the initiative to say hello, "Father, are you back? "

Only then did Shang Qingling turn around and take another look at the visitor.

It was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a resolute face and a somewhat stronger figure than ordinary monks, but a lynx on his shoulder made him a little softer.

It seems... Although it is not an unforgettable public face, it is not the type that can be remembered at a glance, but if you look closely, this person does look somewhat similar to that weapon refiner.

Look at the men and look at the young people. If you look carefully, the similarities are not small, but at a glance, young people belong to the type that people can remember at a glance, while men belong to the type that can be ignored if they are not careful.

It can only be said that the appearance that the young man inherited from his mother is too striking?

Thinking of this, he looked at the young man's face a few more times.Looking at it this way, he felt that the young man's eyes seemed a little familiar.

Tan Wenchong nodded to Tan Jiayong and Zhan Yin, then glanced at Shang Qingling, then at the empty shop, with some doubts in his eyes.

Zhan Yin shrugged, "A trouble-finder came today, and there was a little commotion. Father, don't worry, business will come to you soon." As he spoke, he looked at Shang Qingling.

Obviously, those people are waiting for this person's reaction, as long as this person walks out of the gate, after those people are sure that there is a powerful craftsman here, they will definitely not worry about losing business.

Tan Wen nodded, indicating that he knew.

He wasn't worried about not being able to sell things. Although he didn't lack anything these years, he was still very clear about the prices, and he naturally knew the abilities of his two sons.

From his point of view, as far as the good things in this room are concerned, if you take out any good things, someone will probably loot them, and they put too many here, so they are picked on.

So, things are still rare.That is to say, there is no shortage of spirit stones in their family, so no one cares about this.

Seeing the man entering the backyard, Shang Qingling raised her eyebrows, always feeling that this man's attitude seemed to be that he didn't care much about this shop at all.

Watching Father Tan enter the backyard, Tan Jiayong looked at Shang Qingling who was still standing there, raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed to say, why are you still here!

Shang Qingling: "..." Why does he have the illusion that he is not welcome?I think even if he doesn't have the identity of the son of the city lord, he is still a Nascent Soul cultivator anyway!Wherever you go, you are always a guest, why do you get disgusted by people in this small shop?

However, the world will always be more patient with those who have the ability.

He coughed dryly and said, "It's like this. I wonder if you are interested in joining the Fairy and Demon Alliance?" Originally, he wanted to invite him to the Shang family to be the elder guest Qing, but looking at the magic weapon in this room, he always felt that Their Shang family probably couldn't afford it, so they simply changed the invitation method.

"The Alliance of Immortals and Demons?" Tan Jiayong raised his eyebrows. Isn't this the alliance organized by the leaders of Xianxiu and Moxiu?

Shang Qingling nodded, "Exactly."

Tan Jiayong: "..." He felt that he didn't really want to be a free coolie.

Almost without thinking about it, she was ready to refuse, and Shang Qingling said, "After joining the Fairy and Demon Alliance, if you encounter danger, the surrounding members will protect your safety."

Seeing that there was no emotional expression on his face, Shang Qingling said again, "The craftsmen will organize a communication day every month, and they will exchange their crafting experience with each other."

Tan Jiayong remained expressionless. If he wanted to learn about weapon refining, he could just go back to the Weapon Refining Sect. He didn't need to join any alliance of immortals and demons to restrain himself.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, Shang Qingling continued, "If you need the necessary materials, you can launch a mission in the alliance, and people from the entire alliance will look for you!"

This is a bit exciting... However, Tan Jiayong's refining is for cultivation, as long as there are materials for him to refine, there is no idea that there must be any kind of material.

So his expression remained unchanged.

Until Shang Qingling said, "There are still many books on refining weapons and array patterns in the alliance. I heard that there are even books on spirit patterns."

Tan Jiayong's expression finally changed slightly.

As we all know, magical weapons are weapons for low-level monks, magic weapons are commonly used by middle- and high-level monks, and spiritual weapons are only refined and used by high-level monks.

As for the spirit pattern, it is the formation pattern engraved on the spirit treasure.

Shen Changjun gave Tan Jiayong's brochure a lot of battle patterns, but none of the spirit patterns.

To be honest, Tan Jiayong was a little moved when he heard the spirit pattern.

Of course, with his current cultivation base, it's still too early to refine spirit treasures, but that doesn't hinder his desire for spirit patterns.

It's just that he is still unwilling to be restrained for a booklet.

In the end, Tan Jiayong shook his head.

Shang Qingling talked all the time, but even if this person didn't let go, he was helpless.

In the end, he rolled his eyes and said simply jokingly, "Tan Daoyou doesn't want to join the alliance of immortals and demons, so would you like to come to our Shang family to be a guest elder?" Immediately, Shang Qingling listed a lot of benefits.

It's a pity that Tan Jiayong was unmoved and didn't have any thoughts about his superior conditions.

Shang Qingling was helpless, and finally had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and placed a bunch of orders for magic weapons with him.However, what he has in hand is limited, and the order he placed is too large, so he needs to go back to pick it up.

Shang Qingling reluctantly left, just as Zhan Yin said, after he left, all the monks who had been waiting and watching rushed in again.

But this time, more people are willing to place an order.

Tan Jiayong was very satisfied with this.Seeing his expression, Zhan Yin muttered, "It's time to kick him out."

Tan Jiayong touched his nose and nodded in agreement.

After taking so many orders in one breath, Tan Jiayong hoarded all the extra materials except the magic weapon that needed to be completed.

When he was free, he set his sights on Lingbao.

With so many magic weapons refined, he has already accumulated enough aura, and he is only a step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

As for this kick, he had a feeling that he only needed to refine a spirit treasure, and everything would be done naturally.

However, this spirit treasure is not so easy to refine.It is not so easy to collect materials alone.

However, the advantage of being a refiner is that someone will send you the materials you want.

Tan Jiayong posted a list on the wall, which listed a bunch of natural treasures, and said that as long as someone can provide any material, he can choose any magic weapon in the shop, or help refine one for free. pieces.

Not to mention, after his news was released, he received a lot of materials one after another, among which Shang Qingling directly accounted for the majority.

Just as Tan Jiayong was thinking about how much refining materials he still lacked, he suddenly heard the sound of drums beating from outside.

That urgent, drum-like sound spread throughout Shangcheng.

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