Chapter 141 There are such good things
Chapter 141 There are such good things
Chapter 141 There are such good things
By the time Jiang Qiongxing came out of the Immortal Cultivator's Bazaar with a dagger, it was already completely dark.
As soon as they entered the small courtyard, the three of them sat in the courtyard and turned their heads to look over in unison.
Jiang Qiongxing froze.
"Why are you sitting in the yard..." She turned around and closed the door.
Even Shangguan Tao was there.
Could something be wrong?
"Come, sit." Ji Cheyu motioned her to sit on the last vacant seat beside the stone table.
There is no difference between the four stools beside the stone table, one in the southeast, one in the north, and one in the north. However, just as Jiang Qiongxing sat down, when he saw the three people in front of him, he felt inexplicably being judged by three courts.
The table was empty, except for a faintly glowing spirit bead lamp.
"What happened?" she asked cautiously.
Shangguan Tao couldn't wait to be the first to speak: "I heard people from Shuojin say that you are a miscellaneous spirit root today, are they spreading rumors?"
Her menacing posture seemed to rush out the door to slaughter Shuo Jinman's family as soon as Jiang Qiongxing nodded.
"I'm indeed a miscellaneous spirit root," Jiang Qiongxing said blankly, "If they want to talk, let them talk."
She didn't think it was a big deal.
"However, since the news that you are a miscellaneous spirit root has spread, your odds have been rising in the betting game of the trial meeting, and it has risen to eight today." Liang Weisheng said heartbroken.
Those who were optimistic about her in the ring before all ran away at once.
No one believed that a miscellaneous spiritual root could win the top [-] in the trial meeting of tens of thousands of people.
"How much?" Jiang Qiongxing couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard his words, "Doesn't that mean that if I bet one spirit stone, I can earn back eight?"
And such good things?
Stock trading is not so fast.
Unexpectedly, her focus would be on this, and the three of them were speechless for a moment.
"So," Ji Cheyu finally said, with a chilly voice, "Why did you reveal the secret of your miscellaneous spirit root?"
"Uh……"
Behind the Lingzhu lamp, Ji Cheyu looked at Jiang Qiongxing silently, thinking that if you don't answer, everyone will not want to leave today.
Jiang Qiongxing lowered his head and scratched at the edge of the stone table: "Oh... I just went out to play, and I accidentally said it..."
"Did you tell me about your habit of using talismans?" Ji Cheyu asked.
Ah this...
Jiang Qiongxing glanced at him secretly, but didn't find any emotion in the other person's eyes, but she felt even more guilty, although she didn't know why: "That's right, when I was playing, I had a ring..."
This time, before Ji Cheyu could speak, she hastily added: "I knew it well. I only went up to see that the arena was very formal. Even if something happened, I would suffer a little flesh injury at most. It's not a big problem..."
Ji Cheyu sneered.
Jiang Qiongxing swallowed, not daring to speak.
"Very formal?" Ji Cheyu said slowly, "Fool, have you ever thought about why they want to open this arena when there is only one month left before the trial meeting? The reward is so generous?"
"Why?" Jiang Qiongxing, who was dubbed a fool, dared not speak out.
"They're just trying to test the strength and moves of those of you who weren't well-known before, but have a certain level of strength." Ji Cheyu said, "How many immortal cultivators over the years lost because of their moves being guessed? Fortunately, no one noticed at first, so you have to go up and show them off."
Jiang Qiongxing buried his head in his chest: "I was wrong..."
How could she have thought of this level.
The world is really too sinister.
Ji Cheyu sighed.
Liang Weisheng looked around and advised with a guilty conscience: "Forget it, it's over, it's useless to talk about it."
"You are not allowed to go to that kind of place again," Ji Cheyu said.
Jiang Qiongxing nodded without hesitation: "Okay, before the trial begins, I will practice obediently at home and never run around."
Ji Cheyu's expression eased slightly.
Shangguan Tao held his chin: "The man behind letting Shuo Jin spread the news that you are Miscellaneous Spirit Root is that boy Zhan Peng. When did you offend him?"
"So it's him." Jiang Qiongxing suddenly realized.
Sure enough, she knew that guy would not let it go.
"As for how I offended him, maybe it was because I exposed his true strength?" She tactfully said.
Shangguan Tao understood, and said happily, "Don't worry, I'll beat him up for you next time we see you!"
Seeing that the atmosphere gradually relaxed, Jiang Qiongxing breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and persuaded: "It's so late, everyone go back to the house to practice."
Stop interrogating her!
Liang Weisheng chimed in: "Yeah, the weather in August is still quite hot, and there is no constant temperature formation in the yard, let's go back to the house."
Ji Cheyu got up, glanced at Jiang Qiongxing: "Come here."
After speaking, he went straight to his room.
Not finished yet?
Jiang Qiongxing's eyes went dark, he asked for help and raised his eyes, only to find that the remaining two people had eyes of "you ask for blessings", and they didn't mean to help at all.
She gritted her teeth and followed.
Ji Cheyu opened the door, his room was poor.
In addition to a set of tables and chairs, there is only a futon left in the room, and there is not even a place to sleep.
Even a cultivator would occasionally be lazy and not want to cultivate, no matter whether he needed it or not, he would always put a bed in the room.
Jiang Qiongxing has never seen something as simple as Ji Cheyu.
It's as if the only thing left in one's life is cultivation.
How lonely it is.
This person is obviously only two years older than him, but he doesn't know what he has experienced. He is so old that even Liang Weisheng, who is older than him, is a little afraid of him.
Jiang Qiongxing suddenly remembered that Shi Yueren casually mentioned that he had lost a lot of life in order to help an old man save the child, and he had some vague guesses about Ji Cheyu's childhood.
That must not be a memory that can be mentioned casually.
"Where did you go today?" Ji Cheyu asked.
"I went to the auction in the market and bought a magic weapon." Jiang Qiongxing answered obediently without knowing what he meant.
"What magic weapon?" Ji Cheyu asked again.
Jiang Qiongxing took out the short knife and showed him.
Her cuteness seemed to please Ji Cheyu, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he took a look at it: "Not bad, only bought this one?"
"There's no money." Jiang Qiongxing sighed.
Ji Cheyu laughed lowly, returned the short knife to her, went to the table, picked up a box, turned around and handed it over.
"Give it to me?" Jiang Qiongxing asked uncertainly.
Ji Cheyu nodded: "Open it and have a look."
Jiang Qiongxing opened the long box without knowing why.
Inside is a scroll.
"What is this?" she asked.
"A magic weapon."
Ji Cheyu unfolded the scroll.
This is a vertical-axis landscape painting. The landscape is hidden among the clouds and mists, like a fairyland.
Jiang Qiongxing saw this type of magic weapon for the first time: "How do I use this?"
Ji Cheyu let go of his hand, and the scroll hovered lightly in the air: "You will know once you try it."
No matter how strange the appearance of the magic weapon, the usage is similar. Jiang Qiongxing tentatively stretched out his hand and urged it with spiritual power.
The landscape on the picture suddenly jumped out of the paper, the mountains, water, clouds and mists all surrounded the surroundings, and the picture became blank, but she instinctively felt that all of these could be manipulated by her as she wished.
"Mountain Lord's defense, water can be used to attack, and clouds and mists are mazes." Ji Cheyu explained one by one, "There is also that blank scroll, if someone breaks through this layer of defenses and comes to you, you can lock them into this painting."
Jiang Qiongxing was shocked.
This is too powerful...
(End of this chapter)
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