Walk the career line in Xianxiawen

Wei Yin wandered around the Jiaolong Clan's territory with Xiao Yao, listening to the gossip everywhere, thinking about how to get close to Li Long.

Walking to the vicinity of the auction house, Wei Yin made a plan, and lightly grabbed the little demon's sleeve, "Help me, okay?"

"After thinking about it, I still don't want to part with the young master, even if it's just to be the bodyguard next to the young master. I want to use the auction to go to the young master's side to take care of him. On the field...do you know anyone?"

The little demon didn't push Wei Yin's hand away, he sighed, he couldn't bear it, and he was very sad: "You are also a Nascent Soul cultivator, why bother to fall in love with the young master's flower alone, listen to my advice, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world ,let it go."

"He's my demon."

The little demon was silent.

Inner demons are the hurdles on the path of most monks' practice, and they are also taboos of cultivation. Once contaminated, it is difficult to get rid of, and it will affect the growth of Taoism. He can understand the pain of being haunted by desires, and he can also understand that Wei Yin can't let go, because he There have also been demons.

Knowing that it can't be done.

The little demon rubbed her head, hesitated for a moment, and said with difficulty: "My elder brother is in charge of the auction... I can help you, but I can only do my best. At auctions, monks' escort power is often auctioned. You are a Nascent Soul monk. , will definitely be selected.”

The auction does not do demon trafficking, but it is very popular to buy labor and other things. The auction's cards are strong enough, and both parties need to swear by their real names, so this transaction is very safe.

Wearing a black bamboo hat, Wei Yin followed the little demon into the second floor of the auction house. Before he could communicate with the little demon, he suddenly heard the voice of the demon, and the auction room became lively again.

"At this meeting today, someone repaired it?"

"That boy is so good-looking, sister, I want to buy it to be my husband!"

"Look at the innate Taoist body? With such qualifications, if you are a cauldron...it would be a waste of talent."

One after another, strange voices reached Wei Yin's ears. He lowered his eyes to look over, and found that Renxiu, who was trapped by the Lingbao on the stage, was still an acquaintance.

The bamboo hat that can cover his chin has long been thrown away. The young man in the black cage is sitting quietly, his eyes are lightly closed, his snow-skinned and jade-like appearance, the Taoist robe reflects the scenery of water and mountains, and the black crane stretches out from behind, vividly , as if about to spread its wings and fly high, the black hair was tied with white silk, looking down, it was clearly a root-binding spirit belt.

It was that strange boy.

This person has disappeared from the half-spiritual realm since the sunrise, and he did not expect to bump into the dragon clan.

As soon as Wei Yin thought of it, he suddenly denied it.

——Could the other party come here on purpose?

Since he came prepared, if he saves someone rashly, it will disrupt the other party's plan.

Wei Yin was about to leave, when suddenly a voice in Zhihai said slowly:

"help me."

Wei Yin: "?"

Who?

He looked at the boy who was about to be bought by a girl from the Flood Dragon tribe.

The other party didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear the commotion below, and didn't say what he just said to Wei Yin.

"Help me." The voice was confident, emphasizing the word "I".

Wei Yin laughed, and asked back: "If you are not fully prepared, brother, how can you have the confidence to break into the territory of foreign tribes?"

"help me."

Wei Yin stared at the living repeater, pondered for a while, and planned how to blackmail him, "I can save you, but you have to exchange it with something."

"I'm penniless." The man transmitted the voice again.

Wei Yin could tell that this man was poor, the only thing on his body that was the most valuable was the medicine cauldron, and even the storage bag was given by Shi Wuhui.

"Then please do what you want, Your Excellency." Wei Yin clapped his hands, intending to turn around and join the little demon.

At this time, the sound transmission appeared again.

"Someone once said that I have a predestined relationship with a person named Wei Yin."

As soon as these words came out, Wei Yin froze.

This sentence reverberated in his sea of ​​consciousness. It was buzzing at first, from small to large, and finally exploded into waves. It took him a long time to regain his thoughts.

——Only the master once said that he had a predestined relationship with him.

"Who is that person? Where is it? How are you doing now?" Wei Yin asked anxiously.

"Help me." The man in the bamboo hat began to repeat this sentence again.

Wei Yin turned his body around.

The auction house does not deal in monster mouths, but there is no such regulation for foreign races.

The bamboo hat man is a human race, and to the Jiaolong tribe, he is a foreign race, and it is impossible to gain all the respect of the Jiaolong tribe.

Wei Yin discussed with Xiao Yao for a while, asking the other party to wait for him first, and finally seeing that no one was bidding, he lowered his voice and shouted: "One million spirit stones! I want this man back from my house, and I will come to the house later Take it!"

After speaking, he lit up the token in his hand.

The waiter scanned it with his spiritual sense, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued: "100 million spirit stones once, 100 million spirit stones twice, 100 million spirits—"

"150 spirit stones!"

Seeing another bid, the waiter's smile became more sincere.

Wei Yin lowered his head and saw that the bidder was staring straight at the man in the bamboo hat. She seemed to be aware of her gaze, and she looked back at the man in the bamboo hat. She turned her eyes slightly, looked at Wei Yin, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, please." cut love."

"That can't be done." Wei Yin pitted Xie Xingxiu without any psychological burden, "Master Hui likes a beauty like him, especially with such excellent qualifications, it's not easy to find someone he likes, girl, please understand, Everything else can be allowed, but this is not enough.”

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand: "I bid 250 million Lingshi."

The female cultivator's face was slightly stiff, but there were only 150 million Lingshi in her bag, and there was no more, so she could no longer bid with Wei Yin.

In the end, Wei Yin bought the hat man with 250 million Lingshi.

The man in the bamboo hat inside the black cage seemed to have known for a long time that he would get out of trouble, and even had time to adjust a comfortable posture, concentrating on breaking through the untouchable and irremovable spirit binding belt on his head.

After a while, Wei Yin waited in the box for the "goods" to be delivered.

When someone pushed the door, the man in the bamboo hat still had his eyes closed.

After hearing a few compliments from the attendants, Wei Yin waved his hands to let people leave, then closed the door and asked, "Why do you close your eyes?"

"Open your eyes and kill, I don't want to kill you."

Instead of being angry, Wei Yin smiled, sat on the seat, and said decisively, "You can't kill me."

The man in the bamboo hat tugged at the collar, feeling that the cassocks presented at the auction were a bit rough and not as comfortable as ordinary civilian clothes, "To a certain extent, you are right."

"I'll ask you again, who is that person?" Wei Yin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, leaned forward slightly, and put his hands on the table, "Is it surnamed Meng or something, make it clear."

"I can't tell you yet." The bamboo hat man pointed to the top of his head, "I hope you can understand what I mean."

Wei Yin looked at it, and there was a ceiling above his head.

The worries, panics, and annoyances accumulated over the past few days converged at this moment, and gathered together again, like a great river, with a wind blowing up and stirring it up violently.

The movement of the person in front of him seemed to slow down, and in a trance, Wei Yin saw the figure of the person gradually drifting away until he disappeared.

It never occurred to him at that time that this was the last time he would see his master.

Wei Yin stood where he was, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand abruptly.

The light suddenly appeared, and there was a small lotus sweeping towards the man in the bamboo hat. The figure of the man in the bamboo hat flickered, and he avoided it several times. The attack sucked in.

After finishing all this, he added: "If I say so, she won't be able to come back."

Shi Shiran, the man in the bamboo hat, walked forward. Wei Yin had already settled down and stopped attacking.

The man in the bamboo hat smoothed out the folds of his clothes, approached the table, and drank the spirit wine that had not touched the table, "It doesn't matter if you say it or not, as long as you understand each other, why are you so irritable?"

"Itchy hands."

Wei Yin knew very well that he was a little irrational when it came to touching Master, but he didn't intend to change.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine." The man in the bamboo hat sat down by himself, stretched out his jade-like hand and poured himself a drink: "My name is Jing Xiange, and I came here this time to assassinate Li Long."

The two of them had the same goal, and Wei Yin's anger dissipated a lot, and he also sat down.

"I can't see, can Fellow Daoist Wei pour me a cup?" Jing Xiange finished his drink, still feeling a little unfinished.

"Pretentiously." Wei Yin filled a glass for himself, and didn't watch Jing Xiange, who was able to take care of himself.

Only then did Jing Xiange realize that he didn't look like a blind man who couldn't pour wine at all, so he couldn't help cupping his fists and said, "Sorry, I'll try my best to pretend."

Wei Yin slightly paused his drinking hand: "..."

Jing Xiange asked again: "Do you know what kind of man women will feel sorry for?"

it has started.

The man started asking him strange questions again.

"I don't understand, I don't know."

"For example, a sick child? A forbearing type? Beautiful and strong? Poor little one?"

After all, Wei Yin didn't bring the glass of wine to his mouth, "Who did you listen to?"

"A female monk named Qing."

really.

Jing Xiange raised her chin, "Am I beautiful?"

Wei Yin turned around and left.

"It's miserable, but it's not very strong..."

The people behind Wei Yin are still talking: "Why don't you just pretend to be pitiful, Fellow Daoist Wei, can you teach me?"

These words came from far to near, within a few breaths, Jing Xiange had come behind Wei Yin, Wei Yin never looked back, his plan to get close to Li Long fell through, and he left the auction.

"I have a plan to get Li Long to come out." Knowing that Wei Yin didn't want to talk to him now, Jing Xiange directly proposed the business.

He caressed his face, and in the blink of an eye, it changed into Jiang Xueqi's face, "How, does it look like it?"

Wei Yin paused, as if looking at an idiot, "You think Li Long is a fool?"

"If you're not stupid, why would you do anything to save an idiot?" Jing Xiange changed back to his own face, "I'm just giving you ideas, not really trying to seduce Li Long with the appearance of an idiot."

Wei Yin was about to say something when the little demon suddenly came over and gasped, "Senior, come back quickly, the young master lacks two guards!"

Hearing this, Jing Xiange "looked" at him.

After a while, Jing Xiange changed her attire and changed her appearance, followed Wei Yin and sold her labor, and came to Li's residence.

Li's mansion is very large, and there is an endless stream of monster clans coming and going. This place is filled with spiritual energy and the air is fresh. It is a good place for cultivation, and there must be spiritual veins underground in Li's mansion, so that such a strong spiritual energy can be emitted.

Wei Yin went to get the guard uniform, and heard Jing Xiange asking the other little demons: "Have I got anything to do with Bo Liuzhi?"

He sighed, pulled him back, handed the clothes to him, "Put it on."

Jing Xiange cast a spell to put on the clothes, touched the material and shape of the clothes, frowned, "It's too tight, there is no softness, I don't like it."

Wei Yin had never seen such a fluffy person, the clothes Jing Xiange actually fit very well, at most they were not as loose and comfortable as Taoist robes.

"Let's act separately." Wei Yin stepped back silently.

Followed by Jing Xiange who has no acting skills and is easy to pass through, he seriously doubts that the other party will hurt himself foolishly.

He quickly got rid of this burden without self-knowledge, just as he stepped through the door, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Over there, come and pour me a cup of tea."

Wei Yin raised his eyes and saw a young man with a round face sitting on a stone bench with a smile on his face. The young man was sitting and talking with Mr. Li's family. When he talked about Xingfu, his eyes glowed, as if he was riding on a galaxy.

It was Xie Xingxiu.

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