Peerless Taoist

"How long has he been flying up from the lower world and without a profound background, how can he have so much money?"

Meng Zhuyun obviously doesn't believe what Zhen Yuqin said.

With so much money, only imperial relatives like Zhen Yuqin can take it out. He Lu Yu, how can he be so generous.

Meng Zhuyun glanced at the Dinghai stone in Lu Yu's hand and said with a cold smile: "I thought it would waste some words and you would let out the Wensheng pen and ink in your hand. Unexpectedly, you just changed a Dinghai stone. It's really not your own money. It doesn't hurt at all."

Zhen Yuqin responded positively: "Lu Yu likes it. Naturally, he has his reason. You have taken advantage of it now. What are you still doing here!"

"Hehe, it's just a Dinghai stone. Lu Yu is not a water monk. He is willing to exchange his pen and ink with the sage of literature. I don't know whether you are stupid or arrogant."

Meng Zhuyun sneered and said, "I'll tell you. After a while, Taifu will get out of the customs. Taifu is not good at money, but loves antiques. This ancient sage's pen and ink is the best gift. Do you think it's too broken and useless? Its value is far more than you think."

Only his disciples can call Yihan the master.

Registered disciples like Meng Zhuyun can only honor Yihan's official position or holy name, but they are not qualified to address the master.

Meng Zhuyun now has the pen and ink of the sage of literature in hand. I think she will certainly get Yihan's attention, so she doesn't pay attention to Lu Yu.

"Master, are you going to leave?"

Lu Yu suddenly realized that he came to Dijing and didn't know about it.

The spies trained by Pei Tianguang are all over the imperial capital, but they have no penetration into the residence of Wensheng. After all, that is Lu Yu's master in this life. There should be some respect.

It seems that we should find a chance to meet the master.

Lu Yu raised his head and said faintly, "you can't see the authenticity of this thing. You think it's just an ordinary sea setting stone. That's your clumsy eyes. Its value is far more than the literary sage's calligraphy."

"I think you should stop pretending. It's no use regretting now. Although Dinghai stone is precious, its value is there. Who are you bluffing here?"

Meng Zhuyun sneered.

She checked the Dinghai stone immediately after she came back from the auction, but like other Dinghai stones, there was no other difference.

Things like Dinghai stone can only be regarded as ordinary auction items at the auction, not even inflow.

Zhen Yuqin has to refute, but Lu Yu stops her.

"Although I don't want to argue with you, it's not something you can slander. Since you say it's just a Dinghai stone, I'll show you what is short-sighted!"

Lu Yu suddenly clapped with a palm, and his powerful spirit slapped on the Dinghai stone.

This Dinghai stone is also a treasure in the world. It is covered with a light mist on the surface, and its appearance is very solid.

However, with the palm force slapping on it, dense cracks broke on the surface of Dinghai stone.

Click, click!

Bursts of crisp sound immediately echoed on the surface of Dinghai stone.

At this moment, this hard celestial spirit suddenly began to break apart from the middle.

A dazzling golden light immediately emerged from the broken cracks, dazzling and shining brightly.