"..." Ye Wangxi was obviously blocked by what he said, but he did not get angry and endured for a moment, "You misunderstood. I didn't want to follow you, but was ordered by the Lord to come to Xuanyuan Pavilion to buy something back."

When Mo Ran and Chu Wanning heard this, they looked at each other.

——Shenwu.

Nangong Si shook the red mud wine pot in his hand, and his face became even more gloomy: "My father wants to buy something, why should you do? Am I helpless? Wouldn't I do it for him?"

"…A Si, that's not what I mean."

"Who told you to call me that?" Nangong Si's eyebrows were pressing very low, his eyes were as lightning, "Young Master Ye, don't think that your father was blind and close to you, and you could be unscrupulous in front of me... Don't you feel disgusted?"

"I call you that way, because the Lord means. If you are disgusted, just tell him by yourself." Ye Wangxi was silent for a while and said, "What's the use of getting angry at me?"

"Don't use your father to suppress me!"

Nangong Si took a breath and slightly suppressed his anger. The two black pupils were bright and extremely cold, just like the silver moon hanging high, and wolf smoke filled.

"Young Master Ye." He seemed to have extended these three words, "My father asked you to call me A Si, probably because he was wrong about your status in the sect. But you must have a little self-awareness in your heart. Don't give you three points of color, you will open a dyeing workshop. You must know that even if you are dyed with great passion and are born here, you cannot compete with me."

A trace of dullness seemed to flash on Ye Wangxi's gentleman's face, and his thick eyelashes as thick as bamboo slips drooped down and said quietly: "What the young master said is, but Ye... had never thought of comparing with the young master."

The switching of title made Nangong Si feel a little more comfortable. He raised his hand and drank a few sips of spicy soju, but he was not drunk. He stared at Ye Wangxi for a while, sneered from his nose, and waved his hand: "You don't dare to measure it. Look at how you are now, how can you be..."

He suddenly realized that there were so many people here that he almost said something he shouldn't say, and suddenly pursed his lips and stopped talking.

“…”

On the other hand, even though Ye Wangxi suffered such humiliation and abuse, he still lowered his eyes. No one could see whether he was angry or humiliated. He only gave everyone a peaceful and gentle face, three points of heroism and seven points of restraint.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Nangong Si looked around and for a while, and his eyes fell on the woman behind Ye Wangxi. It seemed that in order to cover up the mistake he almost made, he coughed, raised his chin to the woman, and asked Ye Wangxi: "Did you save?"

"Um."

"Where is she from? Don't save anyone from unknown origin."

"It's okay, it was taken by Xuanyuan Pavilion."

Nangong Si didn't care about the bidding of Xuanyuan Pavilion, and he didn't bother to inquire, but when he heard that Song Qiutong had actually photographed it, he was shocked. His originally lazy and perfunctory eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at Song Qiutong's face, and said for a while: "Is this thing a slave bone or a butterfly bone beauty mat?"

There are only two types of people in the Cultivation Continent that can be openly sold. In addition to the butterfly bone beauty mat, there is also a slave bone.

The slave bone is the offspring of human race and demons. Because people fear the demonic nature of such alien races, once they are aware of it, they will destroy their true essence and put slave curses on their pipa bones, making them become servants.

However, the price of slave bones is not high, and there is nothing strange about it. They usually serve tea and water to the big sect, or are bought by wealthy businessmen and giants to play with. Since it was sold by Xuanyuan Pavilion, it should not be of this level of thing.

Sure enough, Ye Wangxi said: "It's the butterfly bone beauty."

Nangong Si became interested, and walked around Ye Wangxi, walked to Song Qiutong, looked around her like a product, then frowned and said, "Why is this thing's legs lame? A broken product?"

"... She was injured when she was caught and applied medicine, but she had not healed yet." Ye Wangxi paused, "so we didn't walk far and wanted to stay here for one night."

Nangong Si squinted his eyes, and suddenly leaned over Song Qiutong's neck and sniffed it suddenly, his movements were like a wild wolf. Song Qiutong was so scared by his disciple-like behavior that he was shaking. He held his clothes in his original place, shaking.

"It smells no different from ordinary people." He rubbed his nose and sneezes, "and the smell of powder..."

After waved his hand, Nangong Si asked casually: "How much does it cost?"

"Fifty million."

"silver?"

"gold."

Nangong Si suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Ye Wangxi, you crazy? Do you know how many top grinding stones are enough to temper 50 million gold? The fuck buy me a woman back? Do you think the money of my Rufeng Sect is not money?"

"I didn't spend two dollars on the sect." Ye Wangxi paused for a moment and continued, "It wasn't for you either."

"You—!" The angry that had just dropped was coming up again. Nangong Si's face changed, "You are so good!" He turned his head and stared at Song Qiutong. The more he glared, the more he was dissatisfied, especially the light gauze covering his face. He was so unhappy that he immediately ordered, "Take off the rag on your face!"

Song Qiutong was frightened, grabbed Ye Wangxi's sleeve tightly, and shrank even more behind him, her voice extremely pitiful: "Young Master Ye, I...I don't want to..."

Ye Wangxiu was taller than Nangong Si, but when she raised her head slightly and looked at Nangong Si, she was fearless: "Since she doesn't want to, the young master, don't force her."

"Luoluosuo, you saved her, that is, I owe my life to Rufeng Sect. I have to listen to me and take it off!"

"I saved her. Since I saved her, she has been free." Ye Wangxi said, "I'll ask the young master, don't force others to do anything."

"Ye Wangxi! You are just a good thing!" Nangong Si angrily pounded the door frame, "What do you think of me? Today I was still fighting with you. I told her to pick it, so I asked her to pick it. After taking the veil, I asked you to live here. If you don't pick it, get out of here!"

Ye Wangxi sighed imperceptibly, turned to Song Qiutong and said, "Let's go."

This time, Nangong Si was choked. Ye Wangxi was carrying Shenwu on his body and said that he could not let him go like this. Chu Wanning immediately said, "Go and stop him."

"Okay, okay." Mo Ran was also thinking this way, but after a long time of recovery, he was suddenly stunned, "Master, stop him where to live, he has to stay in a hotel and rest."

"Give him half of our room."

"…uh." Mo Ran suddenly looked a little embarrassed for some reason, "I'm afraid this is something wrong."

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Master doesn't know anything. It's better for us not to stay in the same room with him, and he won't agree, because Ye Wangxi is actually a..."

Just as he was about to say the key, he suddenly heard Nangong Si kicking over a table with a slammed cup, bowls and plates hit the ground, and then pulled a bench with a kick on it, and said angrily: "Who allows you to leave when you say it?! I think you are a rebellion! Get back to me!"

"..." Even Nangong Si's followers were embarrassed.

Isn't this...Young Master, did you ask others to get out quickly?

Ye Wangxi seemed to have become accustomed to Nangong Si's unreasonable acts. He planned to pretend that he didn't hear his roar, and patted Song Qiutong on the shoulder, signaling her not to pay attention to the crazy maniac behind him.

"Ye Wangxi!"

“…”

"Ye Wangxi!!"

“…”

"Ye—Forget—Xi!!!"

The blue veins on Ye Wangxi's forehead leaped twice, and finally couldn't help but turn around. Unexpectedly, a wine pot was thrown over to him, and his pupils suddenly shrank. Ye Wangxi was about to dodge, but suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of him.

"ah--!"

A delicate cry of pain surprised everyone present, and Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si changed their color.

It turned out that in the flash, Song Qiutong was blocking Ye Wangxi's face. The heavy red mud wine pot was hitting her forehead hard. In an instant, blood was flowing. Her white jade hands trembled and stroked the blood stains, and she immediately burst into tears in pain.

"Don't touch me, I'll see the injury."

"I'm fine, I'm fine if I didn't hurt the young master..."

"You just talk, what bottle to throw?" Ye Wangxi said in a deep tone, looked at Nangong Si with accusation, and then said to his servant, "Get the gold-creation medicine."

"Young Master, I have used up all the Jinchuang medicine I brought." The attendant whispered, "Why do I go out and buy some more now."

Nangong Si didn't expect this to happen. Although he was so calm, he still felt a little ashamed and apologized in his eyes. He stammered with a stern face: "I, I have... Alan, bring my medicine bag."

Ye Wangxi was a little angry and pursed his lips and ignored him.

He held the small medicine bottle and froze in the place for a long time. Ye Wangxi looked back at him. Nangong Si couldn't stand his face, so he simply stuffed the medicine bottle roughly to Song Qiutong: "I'm going to give it to you, do you want to use it."

Song Qiutong looked at Ye Wangxi like a panicked deer. Seeing that he had not stopped him, he was just silent, he calmed down and took the Jinchuang medicine like a calm person. He lowered his head to the person who injured him and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Nangong."

Unexpectedly, the girl who was almost driven by her will even express her gratitude. Nangong Si was stunned, then waved her hand back to her senses, and coughed awkwardly: "It's okay."

That night, Ye Wangxi and his group finally stayed here.

In an inn, there were tiny candles, and the stars were chaotic.

Mo Ran sat by the window with his chin on his back, feeling a little absent-minded. It has been nearly two years since he was reborn, and the progress of many things is very different from his previous life. It is always a bit subtle to see the same people doing different things.

Song Qiutong, Ye Forgets the Past and Will Not Return...

These people and things that were very familiar to the past life appeared again in his life as time went by. However, he would never marry Song Qiutong again in this life. As for Ye Wangxi, this person will soon become famous in the world and become the second largest master in the cultivation world only after Chu Wanning.

Still not returning.

When he thought of this Modao that had accompanied him in his previous life, he felt restless.

"Master."

"What's the matter?"

"You have been drawing this spell for half an hour, why haven't you finished drawing it yet?"

"That's good." Chu Wanning said, and with a bean-solute lamp, he carefully took the tip of the pen dipped in cinnabar and pointed the last few strokes. An extremely complex Tenglong appeared on the paper.

Mo Ran leaned over to look.

"What is this?"

"Shenglong barrier." Chu Wanning said.

"what for?"

"You can see all the traces of spells around you, big or small. If that mysterious man wants to test the essence of spiritual roots with magical martial arts, he must leave a mark on the weapon. I will know immediately whether the appearance of this weapon is a coincidence or his careful design."

"Wow, with such a good thing, why don't Master use it in Xuanyuan Pavilion?"

"...I wake up the Shenglong barrier, you will understand after reading it."
To be continued...