nine coffins

Chapter 80

Han Bingyi and Amu were in the front, and Li Shui was behind, and the three of them wandered around the fairy collection.

Han Bingyi's flawless, glamorous face naturally attracted the attention of countless people, and Amu's handsome appearance in a white robe also attracted people's attention.Even Lishui, who is a little lonely in the back, also has a dusty temperament and is spotless.

The three of them walked together, which naturally attracted the attention of monks from all over the world.

"Who is that woman?"

"I don't know, looking at the costumes, they are probably disciples of the Northern Cold Sect!"

"That boy in white, why does he feel like a mortal?"

"Uh! Beihan Xianmen is indeed one of the three great Xianmen of the Northern Wilderness, there are such characters!"

"Brother, don't be fooled! The one who walks with such a woman is a mortal, maybe a master of the spiritual realm!"

"That's too young! I haven't heard that the Northern Cold Sect has such a master in the spiritual realm!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't know, you don't have it! Didn't you see that their followers are all of good temperament, elegant and dusty?"

I'm really not familiar with it. Those monks who are not from the Northern Cold Sect, because they have no preconceived notions, instead feel that Amu, especially Lishui, is not vulgar.

However, these words were heard by some Beihan disciples nearby, who thought they were talking about, so they hurriedly turned their heads to look.Seeing it was Amu and Li Shui, some were so angry that they almost fainted.

"Aren't those two well-known trash from the Northern Cold Sect?"

"Damn it! Why is Beihan's number one beauty walking with them!"

"Good cabbage makes pigs arch!"

"Keep your voice down, let Han Bingyi hear it and be careful to kill you!"

"Hey! That old man, let me tell you, those are my Beihan two useless cultivators who can't raise immortal roots! One mortal, what look do you have?"

The called cultivator was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself: "Mortal? These two useless cultivators are so temperamental! I, a beginner of ninth rank, can't live like a tree. It's so fucking unfair!"

Regardless of other people's comments, most people's comments are praising the three of them, but the comments of Beihan's disciples dare not reach Han Bingyi's ears.

The three of Amu watched while walking, and occasionally Han Bingyi explained various strange things to the two of them.Han Bingyi is a person of the ethereal spirit, and his knowledge is far superior to the two, which also benefited Amu and Li Shui a lot.

Passing through more than a hundred stalls, the three of them didn't find anything they liked.In fact, it's not that there is no such thing as a treasure-level flying sword magic weapon, but Amu's vision is quite high.He broke four of the treasure-level flying swords himself, so he didn't even look down on them. He only wanted to get a spiritual-level treasure, but such things can be met but not sought after.

The mysterious and familiar aura that Amu sensed just now sometimes disappears from time to time.

"Senior Sister Han, have you ever felt any difference in this fairy collection!" Amu asked.

Han Bing Yi'e frowned and said: "In addition to my four great spirit monks in Beihan, there are at least seven or eight masters of the spirit level in this fairy collection!"

Amu nodded, the number was about the same as what he detected with his magic sense.

"Senior Sister Han, besides these monks, is there anything else special?" Amu asked again.

"What do you mean?" Han Bingyi asked.

"For example, is there any mysterious aura and so on!" Amu said.

"No. Why did you feel something?" Han Bingyida looked at Amu meaningfully and said.

"Uh, I'll just talk about it!" Amu hurriedly said, but he told Han Bingyi himself that he didn't know any spells, and he said it in a righteous and impassioned way.

"Your spiritual sense is a bit special! Now that I think about it, you used your divine sense to attack me!" Han Bingyi stared at Amu, and it was that moment when she lost her mind that Han Bingyi didn't escape Amu's attack and was directly bumped by Amu to the ground.

"Really? Then let me think about the scene that night!" Amu was in deep thought.

"Don't pretend to be your repair boy, brat!" Han Bingyi heard that Amu wanted to think about the scene of that night, and suddenly lost his good face, snorted coldly, and ignored Amu.

At this time, with Han Bingyi's wisdom, he had already thought through everything that night. Amu is definitely not a good-for-nothing boy, but he just couldn't see through it.

As they said that, the three of them turned a corner, and there was a very inconspicuous small stall in front of it, but there was no customer, and the seller turned out to be a lady in red.The red dress was like blood, and the white hair was like frost. The old woman was sitting on a rattan chair, closing her eyes and feigning sleep.

"Huh?" Coming here, Amu's heart suddenly moved, and the familiar feeling of heartbeat just now suddenly became stronger.

The sea of ​​pills is surging, and the magic consciousness is surging.

"Senior Sister Han, let's take a look over there!" Amu remained calm, and the three of them rushed to the booth of the red-clothed mother-in-law.

flower?The mother-in-law bought all kinds of flowers.These flowers are all wrapped in light clusters formed by spells.They are colorful and colorful, but Amu can't name all the flowers.

Those flowers, some are like hibiscus, some are like camellia, some are like plum blossom, crabapple, etc., but if you look closely, they are not all of them!The faint aroma is scattered and refreshing.

There is no one to watch such a beautiful flower, and it is deserted.Amu felt weird, and Li Shui frowned slightly.

"These are not ordinary flowers!" Han Bingyi saw what the two of them were thinking and explained.

"Oh?" Amu and Li Shui were both taken aback.

"These are the flowers of monks. Don't look at the beauty of those flowers, some of them may be very poisonous, even I dare not provoke them easily!" Han Bingyi looked at those flowers.

Neither Amu nor Li Shui thought that these delicate flowers actually contained a poison that even a monk could not resist.

"Girl, do you want to buy flowers?" Seeing that someone had seen it, the red-clothed mother-in-law opened her eyes, but her eyes were dull, but she was indeed a monk again.There will be no ordinary people who can come here to do business, but the cultivation base of this red-clothed mother-in-law is only the third or fourth level of cultivation, which can be said to be the lowest level of monks, and it seems that her lifespan is not much, and she is about to die.

"Huh? Mother-in-law, your flowers are so poisonous!" Han Bingyi smiled, looking at those flowers, the flowers complement each other, the flowers are beautiful, and the people are more beautiful.

"Hehe!" The red-haired mother-in-law smiled, with wrinkles on her face, "What was handed down by my ancestors is almost lost here! Girls have good eyesight, pick some that are not poisonous, and calm down and nourish your spirit!"

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi was noncommittal, but looked at these flowers with great interest.Perhaps love of flowers and love of beauty are women's nature.

"Young man, take a good look, don't be stingy, you have failed the girl!" The mother-in-law in red smiled at Amu as if she had come here.

Amu giggled dryly, his magic consciousness scattered, he always felt that this red-clothed mother-in-law was not an ordinary person.But when the magic consciousness dissipated, the strong feeling just now disappeared again. The mother-in-law in front of her was indeed a monk of the third or fourth rank, and she might not live for a few years.Isn't it the mother-in-law's problem?
"Senior Sister Han, if you like that kind of flower, I'll give it to you!" Amu began to pay attention to those flowers.

"Girl, buy a pot of 'Forget Soul and Worry-free Grass'!" The red-clothed mother-in-law pointed to a pot of Nine-Leaf Immortal Grass on the ground that was shrouded in green light but gave off a faint blue light.

"Worried Soul Grass?" It was the first time Han Bingyi had heard of it.

"This grass is a different species. It will not dry up for a hundred years. Watching it every day can solve all the worries of life. The girl may need it in the future!" The red-haired mother-in-law said with her eyes narrowed.

"Will it be useful in the future?" Han Bingyi couldn't help smiling, "Grandma, I'm a cultivator of immortality, and I wholeheartedly seek the Tao, so why worry?"

"Hehe! You talk a lot when you are old! Don't blame me, girl!" The mother-in-law said to Amu again: "Brother, give me a pot of Wanghun Wuyou grass! Miss Wuyou, you will be happy!"

For some reason, Amu always felt that there was something in this red-clothed mother-in-law's words.

"Well! Then buy a pot of Wanghun Wuyou grass!" Amu looked at Han Bingyi, and saw that he didn't seem to object, "Grandma, how many spirit stones does this Wuyou grass have?"

"One thousand copper-level spirit coins!" The white-haired mother-in-law looked at Amu with a smile.

A pot of flowers, a thousand copper-level spirit coins?One hundred thousand spirit stones?

(End of this chapter)