Teacher's life is hard to violate

"Master, who are those people just now? Does Master know them?"

Feng Shuyu's understanding of his apprentice's perceptual powers has grown to a new level. During the competition, he saw this child's sensitivity to murderous intent, and now he is also very accurate about changes in people's emotions.

"They are people from the Qingxu Sect." The Qingxu Sect is not only famous in the cultivation world, but in the hearts of ordinary people, the Qingxu Sect is close to the existence of immortals. If you squeeze your head and want to go in, the Qingxu Sect is even a three-year-old child Everyone has heard of it.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Shuyu's eyes shifted to Mu Wei's arm, although he said caring words, there was no such intention in his eyes.

Mu Wei didn't let go of his left hand holding his wrist, he hesitated, and his voice became as quiet as before: "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Wei knew that Master was angry because he was worthless, this kind of pain was completely different from when he was beaten before, and it even made him a little happy.

Feng Shuyu smiled: "In the future, if you don't do what I want in the slightest, I won't show mercy, are you afraid?"

Afraid, of course he is afraid of pain, even if he is used to being beaten, it doesn't mean he won't be in pain, but now compared to physical pain, he is more afraid of being abandoned by the master, and then living with nothing and nothing like before.

Mu Wei raised her head and looked at Feng Shuyu's majestic gray eyes for the first time. It was as cold as ever, as if the depths of his pupils were frozen, and there was a faint hint of blood flowing out. heart.

"Master, I'm afraid!" Mu Wei replied with the loudest voice in her life, with tears in her big eyes, she couldn't stop it no matter what.

Feng Shuyu was silent for a moment, bent down to pick up the child, and gently wiped away the tears on the other's face with his green and strong fingers: "It's good to be afraid."

How can a person who doesn't even know how to be afraid stay?

Mu Wei buried his face in Feng Shuyu's neck, the tip of his nose stuck to Feng Shuyu's neck, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, if Master hadn't picked him up, he would have collapsed on the ground.

Feeling the child's breath on his neck, Feng Shuyu tilted his head in discomfort, his brows were slightly frowned, but he still didn't put him down in the end.

The original owner's spirit stones have been returned by Su Fang. In the past, Feng Shuyu didn't even pay attention to these spirit stones. Ever since he became a demon king, when did he ever worry about these things.

Among the several Demon Lords in Tianzhou, he is considered the richest one.

But at this moment, Feng Shuyu was a little helpless holding the spirit stone that he didn't see in his eyes. Now these are all his savings.

Mu Wei lay on Shizun's shoulders, he took in Shizun's expression, and quickly turned his head to prevent Shizun from seeing the smile in his eyes.

Feng Shuyu didn't enter the auction venue, and continued to stroll around the downtown area. It didn't take long for it to get dark. The monks always like the daytime, so the downtown area became quiet after dark.

In order to avoid fights among the monks, Yinshiqiao clearly stipulated that during the day, it was reserved for righteous monks, and at night, it was the so-called demon cultivators.

Of course, in Yinshiqiao, this rule is not a dead rule, but just a suggestion, so we often see some "interesting" things.

Most of the monks don't think of conflicts, so they keep to themselves, but there are some exceptions, especially the demon cultivators who act recklessly and often hide among the monks during the day.

Feng Shuyu's attire that resembled a demon cultivator often attracted attention, and most of the conflicts were blocked by the old man who knew the body of the heavenly spirit back then.

Everyone knows that the body of the celestial spirit can only cultivate the Tao, but not the demons. Once it falls into the demonic way, it will be destroyed by the heavenly way, and there is no time to do evil.

"Master...Master, this disciple can come down and go on his own." Mu Wei blushed. Although his body was like that of an eight-year-old child, he was 12 years old after all. Shame on you.

"Don't move." Feng Shuyu patted Mu Wei's back, "There are a lot of fish and dragons here, what accident happened, I don't have time to guard you."

Mu Wei hummed, Master's embrace was different from his own, it was so warm that his ears could not help turning red, his whole body was like a grilled shrimp.

It's time to change the scene soon, the herbs for the medicinal bath have been collected, and the spirit stone in his hand has been spent for a long time, it's time to go back, he is not confronting all the demons now Intend.

Obviously, most of the monks had the same idea as him, and the scattered ones also retreated, and the stall owners also began to change shifts, from some low-level Taoist monks to other monks.

There must be no conflicts in the shift change time, otherwise Yinshiqiao will never stand idly by, and this price is not something every monk can pay.

So during this period, demon cultivators, demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, and Taoist cultivators stared in pairs, determined to kill each other with their eyes.

Feng Shuyu walked up to a Moxiu who had just set up a stall, Moxiu greeted him with a smile, completely unaware that it was Daoxiu standing in front of him.

"My lord, what would you like to order?" the Moxiu stall owner rubbed his hands obsequiously.

Demonic cultivators and Taoist cultivators are always different. Daoist cultivators have one "daoist friend" who seldom appears in demonic cultivators. On the contrary, the division of ranks is even more serious.

The stalls are full of small and odd things, more types than Daoxiu, and many of them are weird, some of which have special shapes, and they don't look serious at first glance.

Mu Wei didn't know what it was at first, but after comparing the shape with something on the person's body, her face turned red, what is Master doing here.

In fact, Feng Shuyu didn't see those things at all, and focused his eyes on an inkstone. Although it was not a valuable item, its pattern was a bit special.

"This, how much."

Moxiu smiled immediately: "My lord has a good eye. This is the relic of the first emperor of mankind. It contains a lot of dragon energy and has many benefits for cultivation. Just give me a hundred and ten spirit stones."

Can the relics of the first emperor appear in this small place?

Feng Shuyu raised his eyes lightly, ignored the other party's nonsense, and directly gave 20 yuan of spirit stones.

Surprise flashed in Moxiu's eyes, that thing was originally used by him to cushion the table, 20 yuan was a profit, but he still pretended to hesitate: "That... my lord, you are embarrassing me, this is the real thing, It's not an ordinary inkstone."

Feng Shuyu took away five spirit stones: "15 yuan."

The stall owner froze with a smile on his face. How could this be said less and less.

"This... my lord."

Feng Shuyu took another five yuan, with killing intent in his eyes: "Don't waste my time, ten yuan."

The magic repair stall owner immediately caught it, and nodded bitterly: "Enough is enough, ten yuan is ten yuan."

Seeing such a sharp bargain, Mu Wei looked at her master with admiration, the master is so powerful.

Feng Shuyu didn't know that he had received the admiration from his disciples. He just simply didn't like the weak, and he didn't even like playing tricks with the weak.

Just as the stall owner was about to hand over the inkstone to the buyer, he was stopped by an elderly man, followed by two young men.

"Wait, I'll give you 30 Yuan Lingshi for this inkstone."

Feng Shuyu looked at this group of people, thinking that it was really a bad start. He just met people from the Qingxu Sect, and now he met a group of bastards.

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and curled his lips when he saw that it was a Taoist cultivator, not to mention that the Taoist cultivator looked at him with faint disgust.

Although the inkstone has no aura, it is exquisite in workmanship. The owner of the magic repair stall has no interest in such exquisite but useless things, so he uses it to cushion the table. It is also a kind of appreciation.

This middle-aged man bought it as a gift.

Feng Shuyu took the inkstone that Moxiu handed over, without even looking at the three of them, the middle-aged man's face turned blue, unexpectedly, the two little Moxiu didn't take him seriously.

"Moxiu, I'll give you forty low-grade spirit stones to buy the inkstone in your hand." The middle-aged man looked at Feng Shuyu with a haughty expression.

Mu Wei quickly grabbed the corner of Shizun's clothes, looking resentful, he wanted to call Shizun that it wasn't some evil spirit, but he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

Known as a magic cultivator, Feng Shuyu's eyes flashed with strangeness: "50 yuan high-grade spirit stone, this thing will be given to you."

50 yuan high-grade spirit stone!A small sect does not add up to so much money!

How could the middle-aged man not know that he was being tricked, and his face was gloomy: "Moxiu, do you know who I am."

Again.

Feng Shuyu was suddenly bored, and returned to his indifferent posture, without saying a word, bent down and continued to hold Mu Wei in his arms, turned around and left.

"Master." Mu Wei buried his head in Feng Shuyu's neck and whispered, "Master, don't be angry."

He knew that all cultivators hated demonic cultivators, not to mention that the master was a decent disciple of a famous family, and presumably hated demonic cultivators. He would be very angry if he was called a demonic cultivator.

Feng Shuyu couldn't understand Mu Wei's sudden approach, but he didn't care about it, as long as the child in his arms was obedient.

Mu Wei thought that the master was still angry, so he closed his mouth and hugged the master's neck obediently, since the master hates the demon cultivator so much, he should practice hard in the future to prevent the demon cultivator from getting close to the master's body.