MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 6 A thousand years at a glance

There was an uproar.

As a pure refined spirit stone, the value of Lingyu is naturally incomparable.

This move directly raised the asking price to an unprecedented level, representing the bidder's determination to win.

Mu Chuihan shrank in a corner alone and was shocked. With 600,000 spiritual jade, how many visiting gifts did he have to squat to collect!

It's a pity that the price of this sale can't reach him at all. He closed his eyes and sighed. Fuguilou is really a black businessman, very cunning.

As soon as Lingyu came out, the cultivators who had been shouting vigorously before were also defeated, and there was no sound of anyone raising their cards.

The auctioneer was already very satisfied with the price, and smiled and made the final decision: "Then congratulations to Young Master Ye."

Mu Chuihan swayed and was carried down again, Ming Qi immediately greeted him and said excitedly, "600,000 spiritual jade!"

Mu Chuihan still didn't give up: "Can you share with me?"

Ming Qi nodded very generously and said boldly, "This dress is for you."

Mu Chuihan opened his mouth in astonishment, and had a whole new understanding of the wealth accumulation level of Fuguilou.

Could it be that they didn't even plan to give him the clothes on him? Do you really let him walk away in the same single clothes when he came?

Mu Chuihan began to reflect on whether his means of earning money was too simple. Compared with them, it was nothing but nothing.

"Okay," Ming Qi couldn't help laughing, "The buyer said it, and I'll take you away as is."

untouched...

Mu Chuihan pointed at the golden cage in confusion.

Mingqi nodded affirmatively.

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to put out the thought of letting Mingqi let him go, and sat back to the place very autistically.

Ming Qi has always been very patient with good-looking people. Seeing Mu Chuihan's pitiful appearance, and thinking of his future fate, she felt a little pity, and said, "It was the Ye family who photographed you in the end. , that is also a family of cultivators and will not treat you harshly."

"Do your best to protect yourself." The death of every beautiful woman is a loss to the world of immortals, and Ming Qi naturally hopes that the young man can live for a longer time. She pouted and said a wish: "Then we have to leave it here, Shanshui. met."

Saying that, Ming Qi looked at Mu Chuihan, as if waiting for his answer.

Mu Chuihan thought about it for a long time, and the words in the storybook suddenly appeared, and it was quite suitable for the current scene. He hesitated and said: "Mo, don't bully the poor?"

Ming Qi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay."

The Ye family quickly took away the people who were photographed by the 600,000 Lingyu. That layer of black cloth was covered again, and Mu Chuihan could not use his spiritual sense to perceive the scene outside, so he could only listen to their voices.

There are probably two people in the Ye family, one sounds older than last year, even if you can't see him, you can imagine his frowning face at the moment: "Young master, your shot is 600,000 spiritual jade, you you ... why don't you God!"

Another young voice, the one who just made a bid on the field, still smiled: "The cultivation base has not arrived yet, so I won't be able to go to heaven for the time being."

The older servant said, "Is this a problem with God? It's about 600,000 spiritual jade! Young master, you are going to hollow out our family!"

Under the black cloth, Mu Chuihan almost laughed out loud. Who would have thought that the Ye family, who had shocked all the monks in the auction just now, was secretly slapping their faces and making them fat.

The young man said confidently: "What are you worried about, he is going to give it to the ancestors. The one who stretched out his fingers to take care of one or two, what are we worried about?"

The servant worried: "But in case that one doesn't accept..."

The young master didn't care at all: "With such a furnace, the ancestors would not accept it?"

"Yes." The servant seemed to be moved by the young master, and laughed: "As long as that one is happy, there is hope for our Ye family!"

The two reached a consensus, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious, and together they gave out wicked laughter.

Mu Chuihan couldn't see the scene, but the word "old ancestor" gave him goosebumps.

A vague image appeared in my mind inexplicably. The old cultivator had a wrinkled face, his dry and sallow hands stretched out towards him, and his mouth made a more lewd laugh than the two outsiders. Evil laughter...

He shook his head and tried to throw the idea out, but he couldn't do anything along the way, the face reappeared again and again, and he even automatically refined the image, such as thinning hair and yellow teeth.

That's what it says in the book.

Mu Chuihan was taken aback. Although he had never tried Luding, he knew that it was used for double cultivation... Combined with this face in his mind, he felt that a basin of ice water was poured over in an instant, and all his rambunctious thoughts were thrown away.

What if that "old ancestor" forced him! This body is only eighteen years old!

The more Mu Chuihan thought about it, the more terrifying it became, and he began to think about how to escape. But just like he couldn't save Li Erniu, he couldn't find any way to escape now.

After racking his brains to no avail, Mu Chuihan thought indifferently, let's explode this world.

The Ye family didn't waste a moment, and immediately took him to the ancestor's lair.

Mu Chuihan guessed that it should be a cave in a deep mountain and an old forest. There may be scattered bones in the cave, and the atmosphere is gloomy. The dilapidated family enshrines such an evil cultivator and seeks skin from the tiger, looking forward to the prosperity of the family in exchange.

In the context of the story, it's pretty cool.

After an unknown period of time, the golden cage that had been hanging in the air was finally placed on the ground, Mu Chuihan's heart was pounding, and it was about to the most crucial plot!

The young master of the Ye family said respectfully, "Junior Ye Qixuan, I have seen Lord Tingyun."

It seems that the name of this ancestor is "Ting Yunjun", Mu Chuihan thought silently, it sounds good, and now the devil is really popular with some immortal names.

That Tingyun-jun just made a "hmm" and didn't respond much.

Ye Qixuan bit his head and said again: "My father's birthday is approaching, the younger generation dared to come to see Jun Tingyun, you may not have returned to Ye's house for a long time, I don't know if you can appreciate the honor..."

Ting Yunjun finally spoke, his tone was clear, not like the hoarse look of the old man in Mu Chuihan's imagination: "I haven't asked about family affairs for many years."

Ye Qixuan said: "Ting Yun-Jun, my father respects you very much. The younger generation feels what my father feels, and he really came here with sincerity. The younger generation has prepared a small gift for you, please accept it."

Speaking of gifts, Mu Chuihan knew that it was time for him to appear.

He couldn't escape because he didn't want to use his spiritual power to hurt his body. But when he thought of having a double cultivation with such an old man, Mu Chuihan would rather destroy the body of this spirit search grass, and also perish with this devil.

He made all the preparations, and at the moment when the black cloth was uncovered, his eyes were extremely cold, and he was full of arrogance and invincibility.

The long-lost light came, and his eyes gradually swept upwards. The old devil in front of him was wearing a dark-patterned black robe representing evil. His face was wretched, and his skin was sallow...

No, Mu Chuihan suddenly took a breath, and the thoughts that were taking it for granted stopped.

It was a face that belonged to a young man, with handsome facial features, sword eyebrows reaching into the temples, and black hair standing tall.

All the messy thoughts in Mu Chuihan's heart disappeared, and they all turned into two words, handsome.

And the owner of this handsome face is also looking at him at the moment.

In the words of the book, this scene should be called, a thousand years at a glance.

The icy eyes that belonged to Immortal Venerable Yuelin faded away instantly, and Mu Chuihan's eyes twitched, and he looked like Fu Yan was soft and seductive again.

He bowed his head a little shyly, adjusted the messy red clothes again, and then said in a very gentle tone: "Xianjun is so handsome, have you ever been married?"

Ting Yunjun had probably never heard such a direct question before, so he shook his head for a while.

Mu Chuihan was overjoyed, and tried to use what he thought was the most charming posture, seduced: "I, the top furnace, whoever uses it knows."