The best feng shui master

Chapter 290 Let's Get Some Goods
Chen Yi suddenly made a move that stunned everyone. He threw the Qingzhi sword on the ground, sat down on the ground, and said, "You, don't scare people, let alone nonsense, I believe you Xie, the few of you talk like fart, none of you counts, if you don’t enter, you will die, if you enter, you will die, if you just give me a knife now, it will be considered a pleasure.”

Chen Yi threw the Qingzhi sword into the short and thin old man's hand, then lit a cigarette on his own, and sat cross-legged on the ground, as rascal as he could be.

The old man took the green sword, narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold light, and said: "Do you really think I dare not kill you? The prairie will not turn into a desert just because of a bug, and the snow-capped mountains will not melt all over the mountain just because of a single person." ice!"

Chen Yi was indifferent, disapproving of the old man's threatening words, changed his posture, made it more comfortable, and said, "Of course you can kill me, isn't that what I'm asking you to do? The Green Sword is in your hand Come on, you can do whatever you want, whether to behead your head or dig out your heart, it’s all up to you, old man, I’m here for my friends, and now they’ve been killed by you, if I listen to you again, I’ll be a fool, idiot!"

When he was talking, he pulled Qing An out of his backpack, and found speechlessly that he was about to die, and this little bastard was snoring and sleeping soundly.

This psychological quality is enough to instantly kill any psychological expert in the world.

The old man raised his hand several times, wanting to kill this guy neatly here, the green sword had already been raised, and it shone coldly under the scorching sun that is unique to the plateau, but he hesitated several times, but in the end he couldn't do it hand.

The people are not afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of death!
This tired bastard is not even afraid of death, it's no different from trying to find death. If he kills Chen Yi, it's really not worth the gain.This guy's life is small, but entering Padmasambhava's underground palace is a big deal.

Their sect has worked hard for several generations and paid a heavy price, but all this time, they have not achieved any gains, and even cost many lives in vain. Now that they are about to have the conditions for success, how can he destroy it? , Wait another few decades or hundreds of years?
Gong Chajiebu and Yang Jin had been with Chen Yi for a long time, and they knew the virtues of this guy for a long time. Seeing that he was such a bachelor, there was nothing he could do.

To enter the underground palace, you still need him and Qing Yan as the main force. Without them, I am afraid that like the previous generation, you will still fail, or you will be driven to the uninhabited mountains by those iron lamas like chasing dogs. Do not go out of the mountain.

The short and thin old man's angry beard trembled, and with a bang, he threw the green sword on the ground, and said sharply: "What do you want? Do you really want to die? You are so good at such a young age." Cultivation base, the future is bright, are you really willing to die in this place where you don't know, and don't see the light of day?"

If it is hard, it will be soft, and if death is no longer a threat, Xiaozhi began to reason with emotion. Chen Yi rolled his eyes, raised his head, slanted at the old guy, and said: "Your level is really bad, even the most Temporary workers in remote rural police stations are not as good, they can do ideological education work, but also make criminal suspects feel guilty and remorse, your level is to teach elementary school students, adults can't fool anyone."

Isn't that right? Chen Yi relied on that talkative mouth on Fengshui Street, and the police station of the Public Security Bureau has been in many times. No one has seen it, and no one has fooled him. Use someone of this level to do it for him. "Ideological work" is simply playing a big knife in front of Guan Erye!

Too damn underestimated people!
The short and thin old man's face was blue and purple, his chest heaved violently, and he was choking heavily.

Chen Yi stubbed out the cigarette butt, looked at him, and said amusedly: "You said that as a person who deals with wild animals, all you do is whips, sticks and sweet dates. Why do you want to humiliate yourself and imitate others? ?In ancient times, some people played the qin to cows, but you are barking to people, what is the effect? ​​Nothing!"

The short and thin old man's face turned completely liver-colored. He raised the Qingzhi sword and wanted to kill this guy, but seeing the little beast in Chen Yi's arms, he refused to let go. The Qingzhi sword was held in mid-air It's not right to cut it down, it's not right to put it down, it's embarrassing and angry to the extreme.

Yang Jin couldn't bear it anymore. It was the first time that someone dared to talk to her master and uncle like this. Even her master Gongcho Jiebu was respectful and angry, and said: "You really want to die, don't you need the master?" Uncle, do it, I'll do it!"

As she spoke, she pulled out the bone hairpin, drew a strand of hairpin in the air, and stabbed Chen Yi's neck.

Chen Yi still sat there, motionless, looking directly at Yang Jin's face, full of banter.

Yang Jin gritted his teeth and became even angrier. The valuation hairpin, which was also poisonous, landed on Chen Yi's main artery without any hindrance or hesitation.

There was a sneer on her face, not to mention the vital arteries of the neck, even a shallow wound on the arms, legs and feet, even if she didn't die, the skin would peel off, this kid wanted to die by himself, no one could blame anyone.

After so much, Yang Jin had long since given up the idea of ​​dual cultivation. No matter how good his skin was, it couldn't match her anger and hatred for him.

"Snapped!"

Just when Yang Jin's smile burst open, and the valuation hairpin fell onto his skin, ready to meet the spurting blood, a huge force hit his hand, making it feel like it was struck by lightning, unable to hold it, and sending out The hairpin flew out and inserted into a crack in the stone on one side.

"what!"

Yang Jin exclaimed, "Master Uncle, what are you?"

The person who shot was not Chen Yi, nor Qing Yan, but the short and thin old man.

"Yang Jin, step back!"

Gonchojebu raised his legs and crossed the dark hole, and scolded coldly.

"Yes."

Yang Jin didn't show any expression. Although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to show it. He gave Chen Yi a hard look and stepped back with his head down.

Gong Chajiebu came to Chen Yi's side and said: "Boy, if you spend time here, I can't guarantee whether your friends will be in danger down there. Back then, my master and ancestor were close to death inside. If you delay for a long time, when you go down, they may not even have a corpse left."

Chen Yidao: "Is there any difference? They both die at the same time, it's just earlier and later."

Gongchajiebu smiled and said: "Of course there is a difference. If you go down, they still have a lot of life, otherwise they will die. I also know what you want. It is nothing more than to ensure their safety. I can do it here." I promise you that I will never take the initiative to hurt them."

The reason why Chen Yi played a rogue, risked his life, and ignored Yang Jin's knife was not because he really broke the pot, but because he was negotiating terms and ensuring the safety of Han Wenxue and the others.

"Hehe, you have lied to me many times, how can I trust you?"

Chen Yi stood up and put away his rascal look, "Don't tell me that I broke my promise first, you have already made this plan, you have no intention of letting anyone go, you said you came to check the terrain first, In fact, it's just to cover up people's eyes and ears and stabilize us."

"That's right, boy, you're very smart and you're right!"

At this time, there was no need for Gongchajiebu to hide any more, and he simply said openly, "I really think so, and I really do it this way, but I have changed my mind now, as long as I can get back the Holy Spirit Beast, what's the big deal if you let go of your trash fish? If necessary, I can make a great vow to the gods."

"Signing, painting, official and fair contracts can be torn up as soon as they are said. Who can you bluff with your oath? If you want me to help you, come up with some real hard goods. We don't have to waste time, otherwise we will be here The lama found out, it may not be very easy for you people to escape."

Chen Yi still didn't believe it.

"What kind of hard goods do you want?"

Gongchajiebu's face was gloomy, not only because Chen Yi didn't believe him, but also because he was worried that he would be discovered by those damn lamas as Chen Yi said.

On the contrary, Chen Yi was very happy, the fish had already bit the bait.Konchajeb's words like this have proved that he is impatient and is giving up part of the initiative.

"Hey, it depends on you. How do I know what kind of hard goods you have? You can't sell things and ask buyers to guess what you want to sell, right?"

Gong Chajiebu stared at Chen Yi, and said after a long time: "Okay, I will give you some hard goods."

After speaking, he threw an emerald green flute in his sleeve into Chen Yi's hand.

"Master, this is the inheritance of the master, how can you give it to this bastard?"

Yang Jin was shocked, regardless of questioning the punishment brought by Master, he repeatedly stopped him.

Not only Yang Jin, the short and thin old man saw the emerald green flute, his eyes were also burning.

This jade flute is the inheritance of their beast speakers, and only the "beast king" among the beast speakers can have it. Similarly, whoever owns it is the "beast king".

If there is no accident, after a hundred years of Gongchajiebu, this jade flute will definitely choose a master between her and Nobu, and I have a great opportunity to defeat my junior and become the king of beasts.

Goncho Jebu glanced at Yang Jin, a look that made her stop her words quickly, and obediently stepped aside, not daring to say more.

"This beast king flute is my magic weapon to control the beasts. If you find something wrong, you can break it and crush it. After that, I will no longer be able to control large-scale wolves or beast hordes. Beast Whisperer There will also be huge losses."

Gongchajiebu's eyes stayed on the jade flute, with a trace of reluctance and determination.

Chen Yi was slightly startled, he didn't expect the old guy to be able to take out this thing, it was really unexpected.

This jade flute is cool to the touch, the jade quality is extremely fine, it is made of the best Hetian jade, the material cost alone is an astronomical figure.Moreover, the aura lingering on it is very pure and rich, obviously it is an extremely powerful magic weapon.

If a suitable buyer can be found, the price will definitely not be lower than that of Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu".

Chen Yi took the jade flute, and in the eyes of Gongchajiebu who was reluctant to give up, in the eyes of Yangjin's hungry wolf who saw meat, in the eyes of the short and thin old man who was complicated and inexplicable but obviously not in good intentions, he felt at will. I played with it, and even put it on my mouth and blew a few melodious but out-of-tune notes.

He "tsk tut" twice, nodded and said, "Yes, this is indeed a solid product, deal!"

(End of this chapter)