The qi returns to the qi, and the road still needs to be rushed.

After saying goodbye to Mei Hanxue, they walked up from Daicheng. After more than half an hour, they finally arrived at the world's largest sect, Linyi Rufeng Sect.

You can see from the name. The Rufengmen is located in Linyi. In this city, 72 Lianyan Immortal Palaces were built in all sizes. Because the mansions were too big, it took a meal to ride a horse from the front door to the back door. Therefore, these mansions were simply called "city". The 72 cities of the Rufengmen each perform their own duties. The system was clearly distinguished, and they were obviously one heaven and one earth with the top of the grassroots sects that were cooked by Yiguo. Even if someone like Xue Meng, who was disgusted with the upper world, was shocked when he stood at the gate of the city.

The nobles and scholars of heaven and earth.

This statement is true.

They came to the main city, which is the largest city in the Rufengmen. They were white walls and black tiles, with sunlight and four corners of towers. They were majestic and majestic. There were starry stone palaces on all sides of the southeast, west and north. The main city gate was painted with gold and red paint. The long and endless road was paved with high-quality qi refining stones. There was nothing to do with this kind of stone. You just need to stand on it and you could gather spiritual power. Although there were not many gatherings, everyone understood the principle of gathering sand to form a tower, so each of these stones could be sold for more than a thousand gold.

Xue Zhengyong sighed: "It's great to have money..."

Mrs. Wang smiled: "With money, do you want to pave a path to refine Qi on the top of life and death?"

"No, I'm building a square in every village in the Lower Cultivation Realm. This stone is full of spiritual energy, and most little ghosts and monsters dare not approach it. If one can be built in every village, we can hide when we encounter demons, and we disciples can't get rid of it." Xue Zhengyong muttered, counting on his fingers, and shook his head, "It's a pity that we can't afford to lay it out."

Xue Meng also sighed as he heard this: "The top of life and death, alas, I'm a little poor."

"Yes." Xue Zhengyong nodded like pounding garlic, "Everyone is practicing Taoism, I don't know where the Confucian Feng Sect gets so much money."

Chu Wanning, who had not spoken at this time, spoke: "The Lord knows, how much does it cost for ordinary disciples of the Rufeng Sect to ward off demons and entrust the people to entrust them?"

"I haven't asked, how much do I want?"

Chu Wanning stretched out four fingers.

"Four hundred silver?" Xue Zhengyong widened his eyes, "So expensive?"

Chu Wanning said: "Four thousand golds."

“…………”

"There are many wealthy businessmen in the upper world of cultivation, and it is easy for the Rufeng Sect to make money. With the method of earning 80 silver for each entrusted by the Lord, how can I catch up with them? Moreover, sometimes the Lord doesn't even take any money." Chu Wanning said, his eyes were very gentle, "Let's go, go into the city."

The big sects often treat people with rules. The Ministry of Rites, the Rufeng Sect, has stood at the city gate these days. Although they smiled at everyone, they knew the guests and the weight of the guests.

When individual tourists practiced for a while, they would accompany them to visit and then take them to their residence. Some small sects with status led to the guardian elders in charge and were received by the elders.

As for now, he has reached the top of the life and death of the top ten sects, the Rufeng Sect did not put on airs and directly invited them to the warm room to rest. When Nangong Liu, the head of the Rufeng Sect, finished his work, he came to the warm room to meet the guests.

The warm pavilion is lit with rich ambergris incense. When the soft carpet is stepped on, it can almost sink half of the soles of the feet. There are beautiful camellias in the pavilion. Eight flowers are of the same color. They are called the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea. The white petals are covered with red makeup, and the petals are dyed with red silk on the stems. They are beautiful and erect. Xue Zhengyong cannot understand these, but Mrs. Wang understands that every book placed here is an excellent top-quality one.

Xue Meng didn't understand either. Seeing one of the white mountain teas blooming charmingly, a pair of black star spots fell on the soft petals. He thought it was fun and wanted to touch it.

Chu Wanning said: "Don't move."

"Why?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, but just shook her head. Mrs. Wang sighed and said, "The treasure is charming. This book can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of gold."

"..." Xue Meng retracted his hand with a pale face, and then sat dejectedly in the soft-up tutor's chair.

He thought of the ranking book he saw on the book stall before. He was angry that the top 100 young heroes in the cultivation world did not have him. Now he felt that the book was really not bullying him.

There was a black letter on my forehead:

poverty.

But then again, I don’t know where the book went, and he lost it before he could finish it…

After a while, the curtains of red coral freshwater pearls stringed together made a delicate sound. Two elegant and dignified female cultivators, wearing the snow-clothed fairy clothes of the Rufengmen, floated up the pearl curtains, lowered their eyes and bent their knees, and their voices were like yellow crying of an oriole.

"The Immortal Lord of the Sect is here."

After speaking, a man in his forties walked into the door with a smile. He looked ordinary and a little scholarly. He was an ordinary person who would be immediately submerged in the crowd. Apart from being very fair-looking, he seemed to have nothing remarkable.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Ran, who was sitting there drinking tea, almost sprayed out the tea-

"Oh, Master Xue, Master Xue, I just look forward to the stars and the moon. I hope you can come to the Rufeng Sect earlier every day. Look, you are here, your heroes are so majestic. Who can get to the world? It's so good, the humble house is full of prosperity! Good! Good! Good!"

Xue Meng: “…………”

Mo Ran: “…………”

The head of the world's number one sect, facing the last ten sects of life and death, he spared no effort and praised it with three "Okay!" in a row, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by

Of course, Xue Zhengyong was very helpful to him and said with a smile: "Where is, Nangong Master is so kind."

"You're not polite, I sincerely envy Master Xue, a hero of Master Xue, who is majestic and imposing. Looking at me again, when you reach middle age, you are already dead and have nothing to do with fat, and you really feel ashamed of yourself."

Nangong Liu was so excited that Xue Zhengyong wanted to hold it in, but the peacock's tail could no longer hold it in, and he spread it a little: "I don't dare to be it, I don't dare to be it, hahahahaha, the leader of Nangong is too humble."

Mo Ran had never dealt with Nangong Liu in his previous life. When Tu Ru Fengmen was in the Fengsect, the man quickly ran away. Mo Ran was too lazy to pay attention to such a miscellaneous fish, and he didn't care that he died in the end by swords and guns, but he escaped and lived incognito for the rest of his life.

This was the first time he had met Nangong Liu so close to him, but when he saw his tone, Mo Ran didn't like it and lowered his voice: "It turns out that the head of the world's number one sect is just a mouth."

When Xue Meng heard this, he rarely agreed with his words and whispered: "That's right, when he opened his mouth, he was so brilliant that he was so smart that he could not even smell the fragrance of flowers in the room. Tsk, only the sweetness of Nangong Liu's mouth was left."

After Nangong Liu praised the old one, he came to praise the younger one again.

"Oh, isn't this the pride of heaven, Young Master Xue?"

The poor young master Xue Meng is very angry.

He bowed his hand indifferently: "President Nangong."

"What a hero, handsome! Awesome! Look at this nose, eyes, tsk, spirit! As expected, the tiger father has no dog son!"

Xue Meng: “…………”

Nangong Liu turned around and said to Xue Zhengyong: "Brother Xue, I really envied you. Look, looking at what kind of young master is like a man? If you want to talk about me, in such a big world of cultivation, there are so many young masters. If a man is called second, then no one can be called first!"

Xue Meng was holding him and disliked him, but Nangong Liu seemed to have never seen the distantness on Xue Meng's face. He smashed the baskets of warm praise on Xue Meng, knocking the good young Master Xue fainted, and finally showed a smile.

When he spoke to Mo Ran whispered again, he said: "Well, although this leader of Nangong is a little exaggerated, he is telling the truth."

"What's the truth?" Mo Ran was funny and looked at him squintedly, "You are the second in the world, and no one dares to be the first?"

"What's wrong? I'm from Lingshan Conference..."

"That's a competition, and many casual cultivators did not participate. Do you think the heroes of the world can really compete in that small field?"

"………………” Xue Meng's face turned red. After a while, he muttered indignation, "Forget it, I know you envy me."

If he was young, Mo Ran would have to laugh at him again, but now that he was talking to him, he felt that Xue Meng had such a competitive and narcissistic temperament, so he nodded and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I envy you, you are the most powerful."

However, when I looked up at Nangong Liu again, the smile in Mo Ran's eyes disappeared.

There are many types of evil people in this world. Some people are ruthless and have sins that can reach the sky. The whole world wants to kill them, and they will be killed quickly after they are killed.

But some people are so amazing. With their slap in their mouths, they are obviously so bad that they are not despised by everyone.

Mo Ran was the first type of person in his previous life, but what he hated the most was not the kind people in the world who opposed him. He did not hate Mei Hanxue or Xue Meng. He even admired Ye Wangxi and pity Ye Wangxi.

He hates Nangong Liu the most, who kneels on the ground and licks other people's hemorrhoids as long as there is a little use.

Damn, a person who sucks and licks the hemorrhoids.

Since Nangong Liu came in, Chu Wanning has been standing by the window, looking at the neat and magnificent scene of the Rufengmen and Houses outside.

The wind was high, and the fragrance covered with the window made the soft gauze curtain hazy. Chu Wanning stood in the hazy area. Nangong Liu's face was warm and warm for a moment, and soon packed up again and walked towards the window.

"Master Chu..."

Chu Wanning did not look at him, and looked dull and said, "President Nangong, you and me have long known each other's roots."

The fragrant gauze that was soft as spring water kept wiping on his face with the east wind, which made Chu Wanning feel a little impatient. He raised his hand and suddenly pressed against the annoying thing, and said lightly: "No need to exchange greetings."

Nangong Liu smiled and said, "It's nothing else. I thought I haven't met the Grand Master for many years, so I'll say hello, that's all. Grand Master, why should you keep someone from thousands of miles away?"

"I'm here for Nangong Si." Chu Wanning still didn't turn his head, "It's not for you."

"Si'er will be very happy to see you. Although you did not accept him as your disciple, you have enlightened him. After you left, he often told me that he missed you."

“…”

Seeing that Chu Wanning finally did not retort, Nangong Liu said again: "Master, when Caidie Zhentianliu was in a state of mercy, you went to the world with a sigh. Later, he was rescued by the master of guilt and returned to Yuanyang, but he probably hadn't recovered yet, right? Rufengmen specially prepared twenty top-quality soul-raising pills for you to express your feelings to the master for the sake of the immortals in the world. He also asked the master to accept it-"

"Nangong Liu."

Chu Wanning finally turned around and looked at him, but the name he spoke had changed. He withdrew his arm against Xiangsha and turned around suddenly. Xiu Ting's figure seemed to melt into the large sky light.

His eyes were like flames, his eyebrows were cold and frosty, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"Don't put me on a high ground and can't get down. How can a mere Confucian school thank me for the immortals in the world? Who gives you the face?"

"..." Nangong Liu's mouth twitched, and the charming smile on his face finally did not fall. He smiled for a while, "Look at why do you have to..."

Xue Zhengyong knew that Chu Wanning and Nangong Liu had a bad relationship, and the entire cultivation world knew that when Chu Wanning was fifteen years old, Nangong Liu worshipped him as a guest, and he was very good at eating, drinking and staying, and offering him like a god. But a few years later, Chu Wanning suddenly turned against each other in public in the Confucian Fengmen Hall. The two of them said one by one, "Jinchengchi", "Shenwu", "The demands of the monsters at the bottom of the lake", "morality", and "long-term illness". Anyway, others were confused.

But everyone knew that Chu Wanning was furious and slapped the table.

"He received ten thousand golds of money at that time, and there were more than a thousand spiritual stones and talismans every month, but he didn't take any money and didn't want it. He stood in front of the hall, untied the Qiankun bag on his waist in public, returned all the remaining money, and then took off the jade crown without saying a word when he was a guest. Nangong Liu gave him the jade crown that he had given him, with his long hair scattered, and returned the jade crown to the official of the Rufeng Sect."

——This is a scene that many storytellers in the Lower Practice World enjoy relish.

"Nangong Liu looked ugly, but he still tried to smooth things over. So he said to Master Chu: "The immortal has been with this sect for so long. Even if he wants to leave, he still has to settle the money that should be settled. The Rufeng Sect doesn't want to have a verbal argument that takes advantage of others."

Master Chu said, "In the past, I served in front of the palace just to repay the favor of my wife for a meal. Now that the wife has passed away, the noble school is inconsistent with my morality, I have no intention of keeping it anymore. There is no need for money, I am ashamed of eating the king's salary."

Xue Zhengyong originally thought that the storyteller was exaggerating the facts, so he tried to ask Chu Wanning how the Ru Fengmen offended him, but Chu Wanning didn't like to talk about people behind his back, so he only shook his head and never explained it in detail.

But now it seems that the storyteller may be true.
To be continued...