Ming Shenzong and Song Tingshu looked at each other, and looked at each other, thinking to himself that he would not be able to get involved in anything.

At this moment, the Ming Shenzong said straight to the point, "Purgatory, I'm here to stop fighting. Don't always keep the demon plant saying that you are the devil's sect's sect's words. It's just that you're just thinking of deceiving yourself. Why always take it out and be ugly? I've asked about the relationship between the demon plant and the little thief afterwards. The bystanders said that the demon plant was raised by the little thief and was extremely close to you. You can't snatch the demon plant, but you say that the demon plant is the thing you are the deceased of the demon plant. Such false words can be said once, and if you say too much, where is the place where your sect's sect's dignity?"

The old master of Purgatory blushed and was about to be sarcastic when he saw the Ming Shenzong wave his hand, "To be honest, without you, the Ghost Sect, I will take action, can't I take the lead? I just don't want the news from both sides to be unhappy. If you fight again, you always have the attitude of everyone owing you to fear you. Everyone uses their own means, and you can fight."

The purgatory Venerable's heart was boiling, and his face turned red and red. He was ashamed and angry, but reason told him that the Ming Shenzong was telling the truth.

Obviously, the "demon plant is the thing of the Ghost Sect" can no longer suppress the three parties, and the trouble is opened. Both sides use their own means. Compared with the Ghost Sect, no one of the three parties is weak. With three against one, how can the Ghost Sect guarantee that they will gain the advantage in the process of dealing with the thieves?

If the Ming Shenzong is really successful and cannot destroy the thief with his own hands, let alone the demon will definitely be unrestrained. Unless he is really cruel and fights with the three parties, the outcome will be unspeakable.

The situation is stronger than that of a human being, and the Venerable Purgatory has a huge amount of fire and can only swallow it into his stomach.

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "Mr. Ming is admirable. It's true that even if you don't come, I'll take someone to invite you. Since the three of you are here, please ask Mr. Ming to tell me about the constitution. I will listen with the first person."

The middle-aged literati understood that since the three Ming Shenzong had come to this, they must have communicated thoroughly in private.

Ming Shenzong said, "Mr. Su is the only one who is happy, so Ming said it straight. Kill the thief, we all work together to set up a killing game, capture it alive, hand it over to the noble family, kill it and scrape it, and listen to the emperor. As for the demon plant, there is only one piece, and it would be unfair to divide it into four pieces. It would be better if you and I bid each other, and those who get the price are higher, the other three parties will share the gold tickets. I don't know that Mr. Su thinks this method can be considered fair."

The middle-aged scholar clasped his fists heavily, "No matter how fair it is, it will be gone. Mr. Ming's plan is extremely admired."

"Purgatory, what do you think?" Ming Shenzong said.

The purgatory Venerable's face was as deep as water, and he was convinced in his heart.

If you want to be strong, the strength of all parties is similar. If you really make a fuss, you will have to suffer heavy losses, and if you don’t do it well, you will have to be beaten up.

The method of the Ming Shenzong was to deliver the thief and let him punish him. If he had to do everything in his face and resolve the dispute, it was fair and reasonable.

"The first seat has no objection."

The middle-aged scribe expressed his opinion on behalf of others.

Ming Shenzong said, "Since that's the case, let's bid each of you and I." As he said that, he called the waiter to get the four treasures of the study.

The middle-aged scholar said, "Do you want to secretly mark it?"

Song Tingshu laughed, "This method is elegant. What kind of identity we are? Why do we learn from the villains to compete to fight? This method is both fair and simple."

Soon, the waiter brought pen and paper. The Ming Shenzong, the Supreme Buddha, and Su Tingshu had their own worries and had a look at them in one stroke.

The Venerable Purgatory and the middle-aged scribe sent a voice for a moment, and also dropped numbers on the paper.

The four sides showed that the Ming Shenzong bid the highest bid, with a total of 20 million gold. The closest one to the Ming Shenzong was the Ghost Sect, and the bid was only 12 million gold.

The gap is so big that the three parties are convinced.

Indeed, although the demon plants are rare treasures, they rely on different values. Taiyi Dao is best at alchemy. Such rare treasures in heaven and earth have the greatest effect on them. It is also ordinary to be willing to pick them at an extraordinary high price.

The Ghost Sect, the Imperial Confucian Sect, and the Kuchan Temple are not nothing. If you use your own slight effort, you will get nearly seven million gold. It is better to get a treasure, and you will be satisfied with it.

At this moment, even the worst-looking purgatory Venerable looked much better, and he looked unscrupulous and congratulated everyone to celebrate the Ming Shenzong.

After a moment of vain and giving up the snake, the Ming Shenzong said, "Once the demon plant is taken, the gold ticket will be delivered immediately. The most urgent thing is, should we negotiate and come up with a proper way to attract the thief into the thief? No matter what, the thief is now covered with a layer of tiger skin, and I can't wait to start rashly. As for the way to go to the side of the Shenjing, it is really far away and difficult to save the nearby fire. After all, killing the thief is the reason, and obtaining the demon plant is the fruit. You must be careful of the long night and dreams, so that the thief can let the demon plant go."

As soon as this statement was made, everyone praised it for a moment, but they could not understand the method. Only the middle-aged scholar smiled when he twisted his beard.

The Ming Shenzong was happy and clasped his fists and said, "I heard that Mr. Su is unparalleled in his magical qualities for a long time, so I should teach me."

The middle-aged scholar laughed and said, "Mr. Ming has a bad reward. It is difficult to say it, and it is easy to say it. The difficulty of killing a small thief lies in the identity of the small thief. If you want to destroy it, assassination is not a good idea. After all, the scene that happened before has fallen into the eyes of many people. If the small thief dies, it is difficult to guarantee that the court will not impose this bad debt on us. Therefore, if the small thief dies, it is best to die in vain."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up. There was something in the hand of the Ming Shenzong, which was a folding fan, with jade bones all over the body, and there was a formation faintly at the handle of the fan, with a flowing light overflowing, and a flying dragon and a phoenix.

"This fan is called Duobao Fan, which is obtained by Ming by chance. The dragon jade is the fan bone, the blood is soft and gold is the fan surface, and there is a flowing light array at the tail of the fan. This fan fan is a phoenix, and it is the most refreshing. Ming is a commoner. I have heard that Mr. Su is a contemporary scholar, and his sword is given to a hero, so this thing is given to Mr. "

After saying a smile, the Emperor Shenzong of Ming smiled and handed the Duobao fan to the Emperor Shenzong of Ming.

He was decisive by nature, and when the middle-aged scholar kept him in a silence, he could hear the strings and songs and know the meaning of elegance.

Sure enough, the middle-aged scholar took the Duobao fan without hesitation and said with a smile, "Su is ashamed of his command. Since he wants to let the little thief die in vain, how can you forget the Seven Evil Soul Monument?"

"Seven Evil Demon Sounds!"

Ming Shenzong suddenly changed color.

“That’s exactly that.”

The middle-aged scholar nodded.

"This method is too heavy to kill. My Buddha is merciful, so good, so good."

The Supreme Good Buddha chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"How wonderful!"

Song Tingshu glanced at the round head of Shangshan Buddha with cold eyes and swiped a folding fan, "The seven evil demons sound together, the demons danced in the arena, and the watch commander died in the chaos. It is hard for gods and ghosts to complain, and Wang Ting could not say anything."

At this moment, Qingyi quickly walked into the hall with his servants and reported, "Zhan Zong Zhou Shirong asked for a meeting."
Chapter completed!