Smashing pots and selling iron to cultivate immortals

Chapter 299 Familiarity

"Pavilion Master?"

A male cultivator in a black robe whispered a few times, only to come back to his senses when he saw a male cultivator in a white robe, with a crown like a jade face and a son-in-law.

"What's the matter?"

"Pavilion Master, the Goddess Temple is conveniently in front of you, did you just now?"

As soon as the words were finished, the gentle and jade-like male cultivator glanced in the direction of the long street again, "It's nothing."

But the sense of familiarity in my heart can't be lingered.

"Let's go-"

After speaking, he stepped up and walked towards the Goddess Temple, and the people around him also glanced at the long street, and then followed quickly.

Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and there are many people who come to pray.

Ling Xiaohua was placed in front of the goddess statue.

And the male cultivator dressed in white stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the goddess statue.

"A thousand years have passed, Qingyan, are you alright?"

Greetings to old friends, with nostalgia, with regret——

The statue of the Goddess is still standing, and the whole is immersed in the holy brilliance.

The male cultivator didn't get any response, and his expression gradually became sad.

"You, do you still hate me?"

Yes, she must hate herself, doesn't she?
The hatred of destroying the family, whenever he sees her face of hatred and resoluteness to die, it is difficult for him to calm down.

"Pavilion Master, if Fairy Qingyan had a spirit, she would not blame you."

The guards beside him hurriedly comforted him, but at this moment, the white-robed man, Nan Fuheng, the owner of the Nether Pavilion of the Demon Temple, laughed at himself.

"You don't know her well, Qingyan can't hold grudges the most."

"She won't forgive me, not in this life."

After Nan Fuheng finished speaking, he looked up at her god statue, and then raised his hand, and there was a bouquet of Lingxiao flowers in his hand.

He gently placed the bouquet of flowers in front of her statue.

After standing quietly for a long time, he sighed and said, "Let's go!"

"Yes--"

It's just that when they left the Goddess Temple, they happened to see the millennium wishing tree.

On the highest branch are two prayer belts.

"If you really have a spirit, can you protect him and live in peace and joy for the rest of your life?"

"May all your wishes come true, and all your encounters can be expected. If you really have a soul, please protect her safety and health."

Two lines of large characters glowing with golden light slowly appeared in midair.

Nan Fuheng looked at it for a long time, and suddenly recalled that, not long ago, he also made a wish with a clear face.

It's just that at that time, he was still young and didn't understand feelings.

At that time, Qingyan was just an ignorant and playful little fairy.

Has there ever been such a deep friendship?
"Oh, it's really affectionate!!!"

"Master, do villains need to destroy it?"

Nan Fuheng stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the two lines of writing and smiled slightly.

"No need, if she is really alive, with her kind nature, maybe she can really save that nun."

The guard was stunned after hearing this, "How does the pavilion master know that the female cultivator's life is not long?"

Seeing Nan Fuheng smiled slightly, it was so ridiculous that it didn't reach his eyes.

"If it wasn't for the imminent death, how could you think of fulfillment?"

The world is ignorant, and greed knows no bounds.

Hope can ignite everything, or it can destroy it. Human nature is complicated, and who knows what will happen until it is hopeless?
Apparently the guard didn't understand this.

But they didn't dare to ask more questions, and the two quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Pavilion Master, can this Moonlight City be returned?"

"Forget it, since Qingyan's statue is here, let her leave a piece of pure land."

"Then us?"

"Go to the auction and see—"

"Yes."

"Little Martial Uncle? Little Martial Uncle?"

Ming Zhen called out several times before Jun Guling came back to his senses.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? I've called you several times, what are you looking at, little uncle?"

After speaking, I looked in the direction I came from, but I didn't see anything.

But Jun Guling's expression was not right, "It's nothing, just, I always feel a sense of familiarity."

"Familiarity?"

Gu Linyuan's eyes fell on her instantly, "What kind of familiarity?"

"It's nothing, maybe I feel wrong."

Jun Guling withdrew his gaze, but his heart was not at peace. The man in white who disappeared just now was somewhat similar to Nan Fuheng who had a good memory.

But isn't Nan Fuheng in the Demon Realm?

How did you come to Beizhou?

What are you doing in this Goddess Temple again?
It must be the sequelae of her turmoil in the past few days. If Nan Fuheng came here, how could she be so silent?

It seemed that she was overthinking.

But Gu Linyuan looked at her with nothing in his eyes, and then at the way when he came.

Because he seemed to feel it just now.

A monk's spiritual sense is very keen, if he is the only one who feels it, that's all, but now Jun Guling also has it.
"Hey, how normal is this crowd of people? Little uncle, let's go to the auction as soon as possible. I heard that there will be a lot of good things in this auction. My master is a madman in making weapons. He will definitely come back to participate. We will find him in time."

You Mingzhen has been urging so much, Jun Guling is not good to delay, after all, there are indeed many people here, it is not easy to find, if you use your spiritual sense to probe, it is easy to offend people, it is not the best choice.

So after thinking about it, he followed Mingzhen.

The three went straight to the auction.

It has to be said that the specifications of the auction in Moonlight City are really extremely high.

The layout is also very tall and meticulous.

"Three distinguished guests, please—"

With the token of the city lord to clear the way, they took a little effort and entered directly. Not only that, they were also regarded as honored guests and sent to the private room with the best view.

Ming Zhen looked excited.

"Little uncle, you don't know how difficult it is to get tickets for this auction. You need to spend no less than [-] spirit stones in the city to buy one at this moment. Only one hundred thousand can enter the venue."

"Huh? So strict?"

"That's not right. How about I really borrowed my little uncle's light. You don't know how much headache I have these days."

Ming Zhen had a bitter look on his face, and Jun Guling understood him very well.

After all, most of the immortals in this world are poor ghosts.

Especially those who refine them are poorer.

Some spirit stones are all smashed on the refining materials, can one hundred thousand spirit stones be kicked on the body?That's hardly too rich.

Jun Guling was a little worried about whether his cheap senior brother would be able to enter the arena.

But fortunately, my master is already a master craftsman, and this status is enough to enter the arena.

After a cup of tea, the auction officially started.

The first item at the opening is an extremely rare spiritual fruit with a thousand years of history [wisteria thunder fruit], with a starting price of 1 yuan for low-grade spirit stones.

The price is not too high.

But there are not a few people who bid below.

"Ten thousand"

"twelve thousand"

"Fifteen thousand"

"Eighteen thousand—"

Shouting and shouting, 3 yuan of Lingshi was paid.

"3 yuan of Lingshi once"

"3 yuan Lingshi twice"

"Thirty-two thousand."

Not to be outdone, Jun Guling gritted his teeth and called out the number.

Ming Zhen was stunned.

"Little uncle, the price is too high, it's just a thousand-year-old spiritual fruit."

But unexpectedly, Jun Guling gave him a good meal.

"What do you know? Although this [wisteria thunder fruit] is only a thousand years old, it grows in the land of thunder. It takes a thousand years to become a tree, a thousand years to bloom, and a thousand years to bear a fruit. It is really rare, and it is hard to come by."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Mingzhen is a craftsman, so he doesn't have much research on spiritual grass and fruit.

So, when I heard about a thousand-year-old spiritual fruit, I didn't take it seriously, not to mention it was a thunder-type fruit, which most people wouldn't be able to eat.

I really don't understand why my little uncle is so active.

But he didn't see it, but the corners of Gu Linyuan's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of smiles, who was leaning against the window lattice with his sword in his arms.

(End of this chapter)