I chase corpses in Gaowu world

Chapter 192 The Wu Xiang Bao Ling is obtained!The tragic life of Cui Donglai
Seeing Cui Qingxiu and Xian Rong's expressions change, Fang Ze chuckled.

"Of course, as I just said, I will pay more if I know in advance that the suffering master has transformed into a corpse."

"But I didn't know this time. I only discovered the corpse transformation after the price was negotiated."

"Even if I suffer a little loss, it also counts as a good relationship with the Cui family, so I won't add this money."

"But what was agreed upon before will never be without me."

Fang Zedao.

After hearing this, Cui Qingxiu and Xian Rongxing relaxed a little, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Ze watched the couple's expressions change and sneered in his heart.

Some people, regardless of their status, are really a bit cheap.

You talk nicely but don't listen, you have to resort to some means to be satisfied.

As the saying goes, if you want to open a window in your house, you have to lift the roof first, and then you can talk about it later.

What he said was indeed within the sect's rules.

Negotiating the price is always done before doing the work. Fangze will never increase the price midway after negotiating the price. If things are difficult, he will admit it.

This is about professional ethics.

Xian Rongxing smiled to cover up his embarrassment and said, "Haha, Fang Ze, you are very disciplined in your actions."

"Through you, I can get to know your sect. You are reasonable and restrained, and Xian admires it."

"Hmph, what's the point of admiring you?" Cui Qingxiu, who was standing next to him, snorted coldly without giving her husband any face.

Cui Qingxiu was dissatisfied, but even though she was a master in the heaven and human realm, she did not dare to attack Fang Ze because she knew for sure that she would be criticized back.

So I vented my dissatisfaction on Xian Rongxing.

Xian Rongxing looked embarrassed and kept coughing to cover it up.

Fang Ze was not surprised.

The foundation of wealth, as well as the foundation of strength, determines the status, and it is not simply the husband who must have more say.

Fang Ze has seen this kind of thing so often that he is not surprised.

I just feel that such a relationship is very unhealthy, and sooner or later there will be problems in the future.

"Mrs. Cui, Mr. Xian, I have accomplished what you asked me to do."

"Do you need to settle the final payment?"

Fang Ze asked.

"There is one missing Zihuan sword. Where is the Zihuan sword?" Cui Qingxiu asked.

Fang Ze smiled faintly.

"Haha, I have the Zihuan Sword in my hand, but the Cui family is very powerful in Boling, so I always need some guarantee."

"After you pay the balance, I will naturally give you the Zihuan Sword." Fang Ze said.

He doesn't trust the Cui family very much.

In fact, Fang Ze didn't trust any of the upper echelons of Tianzhou's powerful forces.

Now given the Zihuan Sword, with Cui Qingxiu's character, it is completely possible for her to default on the balance payment, which is disgusting.

Pay off the balance first and keep it in your own pocket, and then give the Zihuan Sword to you, otherwise you will take the sword and leave.

The Cui family could still use excuses to hold off until they gave the money. After all, they didn't say they wouldn't pay, but they would be very uncomfortable with it.

First, urge them to pay. Once the things are in Fang Ze's hands, if the other party wants to take them back, it is an open robbery.

No matter how powerful the Cui family is, they still can't do this kind of thing.

Otherwise, no one in the world would do business with them.

Cui Qingxiu's face looked very ugly.

Facing this Fang Ze, it was clear that her Cui Qingxiu family was stronger and her own strength was stronger. She was far behind in the realm, but she felt deflated everywhere.

This kind of experience is rare for Cui Qingxiu.

And very uncomfortable.

"Humph!"

Cui Qingxiu snorted coldly.

But the body, although reluctant, still took out two things from the storage bag on the body.

Among them are spirit-detaining ghost-shaped balls and a transparent crystal bottle.

Inside the crystal bottle, there is a mass of invisible things that appear to be transparent, but claim to be one, like a transparent spirit floating in the air. One moment it becomes a galloping horse, another moment it becomes a man and woman, and the next moment it becomes a vast flowing cloud. .

"This is the magic ball that I promised you earlier, and the one in the crystal bottle is the Wuxiang Baoling you want."

Cui Qingxiu said.

Fang Ze nodded, not being polite at all, and directly took two things from Cui Qingxiu's hands.

The hand strength used is a bit strong.

After taking it over, he confirmed it.

There is nothing wrong with it. From the appearance point of view, there is nothing wrong with it. The ghost ball is in good condition and can be used at any time. The magic weapon is also very pure and the weight is sufficient.

Fang Ze didn't shy away from it, and directly put the two things into the multi-treasure bag.

There was a lightness on him.

"After so much trouble, I finally got the Wuxiang Baoling."

"With the Star-Moon Eyes on my body, and the Wuxiang Baoling, I can smelt the true pupils of life and death."

His spirit became much more relaxed and active.

"Where is the Purple Huan Sword?" Cui Qingxiu asked, her face always looking unpleasant.

Fang Ze shook his head slightly and said, "Mrs. Cui, have you forgotten that there are still 1 taels of gold tickets?"

Cui Qingxiu seemed to have swallowed some bugs, but she knew she couldn't defeat Fang Ze, so she took out a stack of black bills from her purse and handed it over reluctantly.

Fang Ze took the golden ticket. He was jealous and nodded the golden ticket in front of Cui Qingxiu.

With each count, Cui Qingxiu's face became more ugly.

After counting, Fang Ze smiled slightly and said, "That's right, 1 taels of gold."

Cui Qingxiu's face was very cold and she said: "Zi Huan Sword!"

Fang Ze ignored her emotions, waved his hand, and took out the Zihuan sword from the multi-treasure kit.

He handed it to Cui Qingxiu.

The latter took the sword, looked at it carefully, and finally nodded.

Cui Qingxiu's slightly chilled face softened a little and said: "You don't make me very comfortable, but you did a good job, I have to admit it."

Fang Ze smiled and thought to himself that I have no obligation to make you feel comfortable.

He did not mention this, but said: "Mrs. Cui, then this time of returning to the sect from thousands of miles away, is this considered completed?"

Cui Qingxiu reluctantly nodded and said, "That's right."

The moment Cui Qingxiu answered, Fang Ze's spirit roared and he pulled away.

...

The environment changed.

It seems to be Cui Mansion.

A child of six or seven years old was kneeling on a stool in the study, holding a pen and drawing on rice paper.To be fair, his paintings are pretty good, not very structured, but full of childishness and imagination.

After the painting was completed, the child was very satisfied. He wiped his mouth with his hand, and unknowingly rubbed a little black ink on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he was very excited. He picked up the painting he had just painted and ran out happily. .

After running out for a while, he saw his father, mother, and sister performing martial arts.

My sister is practicing swords in the martial arts arena, and my parents are watching.

"Dad, Mom, look, what do I draw?"

The child ran over excitedly and came to his father.

He handed the painting in his hand to his father, and with longing and expectant eyes, he wanted to see his parents' reaction.

but.

The tall and majestic father looked at him for a while, with a look of disdain on his face.

The father handed the painting to the child's mother beside him.

The child's mother only glanced at it and lost interest.

In front of the children, she directly tore the painting from the middle and threw it at her feet.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

The child suffered a huge blow, his eyes were full of tears, and he felt wronged and ready to cry at any time.

"Cui Donglai, you are a direct descendant of the Cui family, why do you want to paint?"

"Hmph, calligraphy, painting, music, and chess are all trivial. If you have a little understanding of them, when you become an adult, just let outsiders think you are not too vulgar. Don't pay attention to it at all. It's a waste of time."

"Anything that cultivates sentiments is all fake. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all the ways of prostitution. People at the bottom are very yearning for them, but these things are painted to please us, the real upper class."

"You went so far as to degrade yourself. What kind of painting did you draw?"

"I'm disappointed in you."

The noble woman and mother of the child said coldly.

The child burst into tears and looked to his father for help.

"Your mother is absolutely right."

"As the Cui family, why do you want to get involved in these side ways?"

"People who don't know, think that my Cui family is going to be lonely, and the direct bloodline will study this kind of thing."

"Go and learn from your sister. She is more sensible. She has already mastered the basic swordsmanship of the Cui family."

The tall and dignified man said.

For a moment, the child felt so wronged in his heart, and the tears fell down in big drops.

"People in the Cui family will never cry."

"Hold me back."

"You are not allowed to eat tonight."

The noble woman said indifferently.

The majestic father also cast a look of intimidation and indifference.

Children dare not cry, but the grievance and heartbreaking feeling remain in their hearts, melting into their bodies, and they cannot calm down.

His parents watched for a while and left because they had something to do.

After her parents left, my sister, who had been diligently practicing her sword just now, immediately stopped and stopped practicing.

She came over and saw the child who was still holding back his tears, and said with a sneer: "He only cries."

"The incompetent person who is nothing is actually my brother?"

"waste."

The elder sister threw the sword to the weapons rack without looking at the child, turned around and left.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he stepped heavily on the child's drawing that was torn open on the ground.

My sister left.

The child endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

...

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years have passed.

The child has become a teenager.

Still in the martial arts arena, he was practicing his sword.

A set of swordsmanship flows like clouds and rivers in the sky, extremely smooth.

With his sword skills in full use, the young man stood still and looked to the side of the martial arts arena with expectant eyes.

Father, mother, and sister are all here.

The young man thought he was learning very quickly and was very eager to receive awards.

However, one of his parents had a cold expression and the other frowned.

"Donglai, come here."

The tall and majestic father said.

The boy was overjoyed, thinking he would be rewarded, and came to his father.

Mother also stood up and seemed to greet him.

"Father, how did I use the Galaxy Flooding Scroll just now..."

"Snapped!"

Before the boy could finish his words, he was slapped hard by his mother.

The young man was stunned.

Even half of his face was red and swollen, but he didn't feel any pain.

His mother was angry.

"Who asked you to practice this swordsmanship?"

"Didn't I arrange for you to practice Zishang swordsmanship?"

"What's the use of practicing this Galaxy Sword Technique?"

The noble-looking mother scolded her coldly.

The boy was completely stunned. He looked at his mother with puzzlement in his eyes.

"I... I think my temperament is more suitable for this set of Xinghe swordsmanship. It is faster to learn and more comfortable to practice..." He subconsciously argued.

"Snapped!"

Mother slapped her back with another slap.

"Do you think?"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

"You are so smart that you ruined my arrangement with your father. It's really disappointing!"

"Give you a month, and no matter what method you use, help me practice the Zishang Sword Technique again, otherwise you won't recognize me as your mother."

The young man was shocked and confused.

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