Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 67 Angry

Stealing and robbing are two different concepts.

In the Cangyun Sect’s rules and the laws of the mortal court, burglary and highway robbery are not comparable in terms of sentencing.

Ye Xiaochuan has been in Cangyun for fifteen years and has stolen from all twelve peaks of Samsara, but in the final analysis, he is just a thief, a timid mouse.

What is a mouse?

A mouse just secretly moves some rice grains from the warehouse back to its mouse hole in the dead of night.

As for highway robbery, he dare not do it, as he will be expelled from the sect.

Unexpectedly, tonight, in this important place of Cangyun Samsara Peak, where countless cultivators gather, he was robbed by Yun Qiyou and was left with only a pair of pants. He was shocked and angry, and wanted to eat Yun Qiyou alive.

But he also knew that he couldn't beat Yun Qiyou, and he didn't dare to go to Yuanshui Xiaozhu to ask Yun Qiyou for it, let alone go to the Elders' Hall to ask Uncle Yunhe to be fair, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.

This time he really suffered a heavy loss. Originally, he had more than 100 taels of silver on him, which was all his belongings. Yesterday, he cheated more than 100 taels from Xiaochi's sister, which was nearly 300 taels in total.

As a result, Yun Qiyou was even more greedy than this big rat, and didn't let go at all. He robbed all his silver and the silver bills auctioned tonight.

This time, not only did he not make a penny, but he also lost nearly 300 taels of silver. It was really a loss of both the wife and the army.

Amid Ye Xiaochuan's angry curses, Yun Qiyou had already returned to his residence in Yuanshui Xiaozhu on the mountainside. In the simple and unpretentious room, a candlelight tore through the darkness and illuminated this small room.

Yun Qiyou took out all the things she had robbed from Ye Xiaochuan and poured them on the dressing table in front of her. These things were all taken out from Ye Xiaochuan's pocket just now. There were all kinds of things. In addition to some silver, there was also a thick stack of dragon head silver notes that were circulated in the thirty-six counties of Kyushu and could be exchanged at any time in all money houses.

In addition, there were several ticket stubs and receipts, four of which were Ye Xiaochuan's bets that he could enter the top three in the fighting competition, and one was a ticket stub for Ye Xiaochuan to prepay 300 taels of silver for the sixty jars of champion red.

Yun Qiyou really couldn't figure it out. Silver, money, gold, silver and jewelry were all pursued by mortals. Ye Xiaochuan was a cultivator, and his goal should be to become an immortal by fasting and eating qi. Why did he love this kind of yellow and white things that he couldn't bring with him when he was born and couldn't take with him when he died?

A moment later, she found a emerald green jade hairpin from a pile of silver notes. It was crystal clear and cold to the touch. It was a good thing at first glance.

Ye Xiaochuan had bought this jade hairpin at Guangna Hall tonight for three hundred taels. He planned to give it to Xiaochi as a gift when he met her tomorrow morning. Unexpectedly, Yun Qiyou snatched it away.

Yun Qiyou gently held the jade hairpin in her hand with her white and moist fingers. She looked at it carefully for a while, then slowly raised her head and looked at the ancient bronze mirror on the dressing table.

In the bronze mirror, her beautiful but cold face was reflected, and her black hair was like ink that could never be dissolved, splashing down.

Since she gave the red hairpin to Ye Xiaochuan during the day, her hair has been scattered. At this moment, she looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror, slowly reached out to gather her hair, her movements were gentle and skillful, and there was a different kind of charm in her every move.

After a moment, she tied her hair into a bun and gently inserted the jade hairpin snatched from Ye Xiaochuan into her bun. She looked left and right in the bronze mirror, and suddenly felt that her worn-out red hairpin was indeed incomparable to the jade hairpin.

The next day.

The third day of March, the third day of the Cangyun Sect's fighting competition.

After the first round of fighting ended yesterday, the top 80 were produced. Today is the competition for the top 40 in the second round, and the competition will be completed today.

According to the fighting rules, starting from the second round, the fighting disciples will be carried out in a way that the numbers are opposite to each other, which is consistent with the Duantian Cliff Fighting Rules.

Now the remaining 80 disciples have numbers from one to eighty, and the numbers are opposite to each other, that is, number one against number eighty, number two against number seventy-nine, number three against number seventy-eight, and so on, until number forty against number forty-one.

Today, there are five competitions on each of the eight arenas. After these five competitions, the top forty will be produced.

Yun Qiyou is the second lot and will play in the first match in the north Kun position today.

Ye Xiaochuan is the fifteenth lot and will play in the second match in the southwest Xun position, and his opponent is Sun Yao.

Ye Xiaochuan came to Zhenwu Square early in the morning. It seems that some people have been queuing up all night last night. The area around the north Kun position is already full of disciples, which makes the other seven arenas seem sparsely populated.

Ye Xiaochuan walked to the fence and paid special attention to the opponent of the second lot Yun Qiyou, who was an elite disciple named Li Wendao who won the seventy-ninth lot.

He knew that Li Wendao was the son of Li Feiyu, the first elder of Zhengyang Peak in the south, one of the four outer sects. He was very advanced in Taoism and should have cultivated the Yin-Yang Qiankun Dao to the seventh level of the out-of-body state. He is an outstanding young master in the current Cangyun Sect.

Ye Xiaochuan turned around and glanced at the direction of Kunwei with hatred, gnashing his teeth and muttering to himself: "Yun Qiyou! Just wait to be beaten!"

"Brother Xiaochuan!"

Suddenly, Xiaochi's voice came from behind. Ye Xiaochuan turned around and saw Xiaochi walking over with Zhao Shilin, Yang Quanyong and others.

Xiaochi ran to Ye Xiaochuan, took Ye Xiaochuan's arm, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaochuan, I heard that you made a lot of money last night and bought a hosta to give to me. Give it to me." Bar!"

Ye Xiaochuan glanced at Yang Quanyong and others who were walking over, and knew that it must be these guys who told Xiaochi.

He groaned and said: "Don't mention what happened last night to me! I'm still angry! Whoever mentions what happened last night to me will be the one I'm in trouble with!"

Xiaochi was stunned. She happily came over to ask Brother Xiaochuan for a gift, but found that her brother Xiaochuan seemed to be in a bad mood.

As soon as she saw it, she understood that her gift was probably wasted, and her mood suddenly became irritable. She pouted and shouted: "Brother Xiaochuan doesn't love Xiaochi! He can't even part with a hairpin! Xiaochi is very angry! Xiaochi ignores you. !”

Of course, Ye Xiaochuan would not tell the embarrassing story about being blocked and robbed by Yun Qiyou last night. He was in a bad mood at the moment, and he was not in the mood to comfort the angry girl Xiaochi. He waved his sleeves and turned around to walk towards Kunzi in the north. Bit.

Yang Quanyong and others on the side looked at each other, wondering what happened to Ye Xiaochuan today. He made so much money last night, and he should be giving out red envelopes to people early this morning. Why did it seem like all his money was wasted? ?