Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 134 I won't play with you anymore
Chen Mou, who resolutely refused to share the spoils, hid back in the West Room in Fangshi, meditated until dawn, finished his morning class, opened the door and went out.

In winter, the cold mist filled the air, and the smoke from the roof curled up. The two maidservants were busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Xu'er jumped from the wooden stake in the corner of the courtyard to the young master, landed lightly, and said a playful blessing: "Greetings, young master!"

Before the Young Master raised her hand, she had already got up and said with a smile, "If you don't come out of the customs, we will go out to play after breakfast, go shopping, and leave you alone in the empty room."

Holding the young master's arm, he walked towards the main room.

Chen Mou deliberately displeased her and asked, "How many books have you read these days?"

Compared with the ups and downs and exciting experience of Qianfeng City for a few days, he still likes the life of Fangshi, which is full of fireworks, peaceful and peaceful, and simple day after day, how wonderful.

It's a pity that he is the successor chosen by the old Taoist Qingtong after more than 3000 years, and he is destined not to live an ordinary life.

If you want to advance to Nascent Soul within a hundred years, you can't stop thinking about it.

Bloody hands, just getting started.

No fighting calculations, accompanied by beauties, and fairy-like days, we must cherish them even more in the future.

Xu'er was no longer afraid of the young master's questioning about her studies, and chirped: "I've read a lot, "Strange Tales from Eight Continents", "30 Years of Changzhou Adventure", "Mountain and Sea Strange" and so on. I have read a few chapters. My son, they are not as good at telling stories as you. If I run out of pocket money, I can sort out the "Liao Zhai" you talked about before, and find a shop to print thousands of copies. It will definitely sell for a good price... It's been a long time Listen to your story, how many more chapters will you tell today?"

Going around, just to listen to the story told by the young master.

Chen Mouhe promised to talk about it when he was free, and he went to the main room to sit down, enjoying Xuer's gentle kneading, and casually asked a few words about Xuer's practice.

After breakfast, Ying'er and the others finished their housework, and the family of four went shopping in Shandingfang City.

Unconsciously, Chen Mou compared Danyang Fang with Qianfeng City. The difference between the two was too great. What he saw on the streets of Qianfeng City, Zhujin Pills were walking everywhere, monks of various ethnic groups mixed together, and the scene of cultivation and prosperity.

Maybe when he goes to other Dafang City in Changzhou in the future, he can compare with Qianfeng City.

After wandering around for more than an hour, Chen Mou took the three girls into the tea house, ordered a pot of tea and some refreshments, and felt the prying eyes of all kinds in the tea house hall. Breath, all kinds of comments suddenly converge.

In Danyangfang, the monks who established the foundation were already rare masters, but in Qianfeng City, they were nothing.

Unless a "child of a wealthy family" with a deep background like him can have a great reputation.

"Chen Mo... Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for a while."

Someone stood up in the far corner to say hello.

Chen Mou chuckled and cupped his hands: "Master Zhong, when did you come to Fangshi, don't come here without any problems!"

Let Xu'er take Ying'er and Han'er to the window by the window with Dr. Cha, and he walks in the direction of Zhong Jin, whom he hasn't seen for several years. , I met him a long time ago, but there was no friendship.

"Your younger generation is awesome, your cultivation has already surpassed mine."

"Where, where, compared to you, it's still far behind. It's better to meet you by chance. At noon, I will be the host, and Xiankeju will have wine. What do you two think?"

Chen Mou is still grateful to Master Zhong, he thinks of Master Zhong's kindness to him.

Zhong Jin laughed and felt that he had more face. Chen Mou is not what he used to be. Whether it is cultivation or status, he is no longer the elementary school student back then. He agreed and said: "I am talking to my senior brother, and I am going to find you. When you come to Fangshi, you have to have a meal of wine, but I didn't expect that you would send it to your door without reading aloud."

Fang Que smiled and said: "How can a meal be enough? If you have a relationship, Zhong Jin, you are inconvenient to go out in the sect. I, a senior brother, can do it for you. Next time I invite Brother Chen, I will definitely reward you." face."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'll be here whenever you call, haha."

The three talked and laughed, drank a pot of tea, got up and walked out.

Chen Mou told Xu'er to let her take Ying'er and Han'er to go shopping or go home, and it is not appropriate to bring them to a social banquet.

He knew that Xu'er was very courageous, and often brought Ying'er and Han'er to Fangshi.

I heard that she once fought with street bastards. Relying on the endless talismans on Xu'er's body and the amulets given to her by two sword servants, she taught her sword skills and spells. The son was arrested and punished by visiting monks.

After that time, the street bastards in Fangshi no longer provoke Xu'er who is shopping.

It took more than an hour to treat guests at noon, and said goodbye to Zhong Jin and Fang Zhen. Chen Mou was walking on Fangshi Street, and suddenly received a message from Senior Brother Cui. salute.

"Hey, that's not right, Chen Mou, why do you have evil spirits?"

Gu Zeng was originally grinning and grinning in return, but suddenly his face was suspicious, he carefully looked up and down the proud little brother he had taken in, and said: "The murderous intention hides the heart, what have you experienced?"

Logically speaking, Chen Mou lived in Fang City and had not experienced blood, so it was impossible for him to be contaminated by these.

Cui Xiao looked at it for a long time. He could see the faint and invisible evil spirit on his junior brother, but he didn't see the killing intent hidden deep in his heart.

Chen Mou admired him from the bottom of his heart, as expected of Senior Brother Gu, he could even see the blood on his hands, and said, "I dare not lie to my two senior brothers. In recent days, when my younger brother is cultivating, he occasionally gets irritable and his blood surges. Difficult to stay still."

He had to find a suitable reason to prevaricate.

Gu Zeng frowned and said, "Maybe it's because your cultivation base has entered the realm too quickly and your mood is unstable."

Evil spirit and killing intent are vain, and may also reflect the state of mind.

On the way of practice, you will encounter all kinds of obvious or hidden problems. If you can find out and solve the problems, you will make progress in your practice. Unsolved problems will accumulate and become the bottleneck of difficulties in the future.

Cui Xiao thought about the suggestion: "Why don't you go back to the sect to practice?"

Chen Mou said with a smile: "A journey of a hundred miles is half-ninety. The more you end up, the more you must insist on finishing the journey. Don't give up halfway. I can resolve the troubles in your mind."

Gu Rong quite agreed, and asked, "Did you miss your usual morning and evening homework and chanting?"

Seeing that Junior Brother Chen said "no", he explained: "The Taoist exercises are somewhat special. As the cultivation level gradually deepens, it must be blessed by chanting scriptures. It accumulates over time and has unexpected effects. I will communicate with Senior Brother Zijian Fengzhuang later. , ask him to send disciples to come over.”

There are specializations in the art industry, and Zijianfeng's transmission of scriptures must be inspected based on the disciple's skills, aptitude, and xinxing.

This is the truth that cannot be passed on lightly.

The three chatted for more than half an hour. Gu Zheng got up and said goodbye when he received the summons. He has a restless temper and has a lot of things to do. This time he took the time to meet Chen Mou. Satisfied with the performance of the year.

It was agreed that tomorrow morning, at Senior Brother Cui's residence, he would meet with the scripture preaching monks sent by Zijian Peak.

Chen Mou went back to meditate until night, entered the room of the guest house in Qianfeng City, calculated that the time was almost up, opened the door, put away the ghosts on the door frame, and nodded slightly to Hua Chaoyue and Shen Xing who were waiting outside.

"go!"

He returned to his unsmiling, cold and proud son.

Shen Xing followed the young master's footsteps, and said via voice transmission: "The auction of the Baicaofang shop is held on the top floor of the 'Breeze Pavilion' in the city, and my subordinates have already received the post to enter the auction site. I found out that at least fifteen companies participated, which is more interesting. Competitive ones are the Ling family and the Chi family of the barbarians. The starting price of Baicaofang is 30 spirit stones, and the outside world predicts that the transaction price is 80 spirit stones..."

Report the news he inquired in the past two days to the young master one by one.

He accompanied the young master to Qianfeng Mountain, and witnessed the young master's debate and confrontation with the fourth-rank elders of the Hundred Clans Cultivation United Branch. He was fearless and single-handedly won the bet. .

The young master arranged for him to be responsible for the external intelligence of Taisu Mountain, and entrusted him with the important task of the sect, how could he dare to neglect the slightest?

It also means competing with Shangguan Sheng and Hua Chaoyue, secretly competing for superiority.

After Chen Mou listened, he gave the evaluation of "very good".

A group of people came to the Breeze Pavilion, and Shen Xing stepped forward to show the post, and the three were respectfully invited upstairs.

Climbing to the top floor, Chen Mou glanced around with his nostrils, and immediately attracted many eyes.

"Why is he here?"

"I heard that he won 200 million spirit stones from the Wei family. Now he's in big trouble."

"Brothers, we have to discuss countermeasures."

"Yeah, don't mess around."

Facing the spoiler who appeared suddenly, the monks sitting in the hall on the top floor whispered loudly, mostly through sound transmission, and sent their subordinates to go out to send out the message talisman. idea.

Hua Chaoyue smiled and stretched out her hand to invite, and arranged for the young master to sit down in the empty seat beside her.

She greeted the monks who had met once before, and pretended to be familiar regardless of whether others paid attention to them or not.

After a quarter of an hour, the auction officially started.

The old man on the stage preached a few general rules, introduced the location and advantages of Baicaofang for a while, and said: "The starting price of Baicaofang is 30 spirit stones, and each increase should not be less than [-]. Please bid."

"31."

Some people raise their hands to throw bricks and jade, but they all pay attention to the master who is sitting alone, he is the target of public criticism.

Not long after, the price rose to 40.

Chen Mou raised his hand and said, "120 million."

The room was silent.

Here we go again, I heard it was the same as last time, money is great, can you still have fun?

Some people want to scold their mothers and raise the price to the sky all of a sudden. That shop is not worth it at all. If you buy it, you will lose a lot, and your brain is sick.

The young prince and the barbarian man sitting in the middle of the hall were originally smiling, but in fact they disliked each other. Because of the appearance of the spoiler, they felt the same hatred, and the two exchanged glances at each other.

"120."

The strong barbarian raised his hand, bared his teeth provocatively, and looked at the young Taoist priest with his nostrils upturned.

Chen Mou got up and walked away, "You play."

He fluttered down three words, he only had 120 million in his pocket, and he didn't want any more money.

He did it on purpose, let's see if anyone dares to follow suit next time?
Smash it in your hand, brainless idiot.

Shen Xing and Hua Chaoyue who followed behind almost laughed out loud, the young master never took the usual path.

Play dirty, play hard, no trace, you can play however you want.

This is the confidence to be your own master.

The strong barbarian raised his hands dumbfounded.

The young man next to him laughed, and got up and walked out. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to bid to take the offer.

Some calculations are skillful and natural, and they are caught off guard.

The shopkeeper in front of the Baicaofang shop had a bright smile on his face. The last sale made a big profit.

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(End of this chapter)