Wen Zongyi proposed to buy a phantom puppet that transformed into Wen Caiwei's appearance to deal with Mrs. Wen's advice to Wen Caiwei from time to time.
Lin Yige thought for a moment, then stretched out his finger and pointed behind "Wen Caiwei" to erase the mark of his spiritual consciousness.
She motioned to Wen Zongyi to take over and said, "Just use it and pay it back to me when the problem is over!"
"Wen Caiwei" used the top-quality spiritual stones provided by Wen Zongyi in order to find out the black-robed old man who had done a lot of harm. In the final analysis, it was just to seek justice for the innocent people who were harmed by the Huanxi Sect.
Wen Zongyi didn't force him to buy it, but he still had to say it clearly.
"What if Mrs. Wen notices that the phantom puppet is damaged?"
Lin Yige rubbed his fingers and said, "When the time comes, just pay me the spiritual stone."
After Wen Zongyi got the confidence, he felt relieved and nodded: "It's feasible."
Lin Yige glanced at Wen Zongyi and said uncertainly: "You should know about Wen Zongsi's purchase of Seven Color Lotus on Wen Mengyue's behalf, right?"
"Of course, I personally gave the order to relax Wen Zongsi's guard. Otherwise, where would he have the chance to find my relatively capable nephew?"
After Wen's rectification, he could barely be considered as one.
The actions of Wen Zongsi and Wen Mengyue could hardly escape his eyes and ears.
"Then do you know that in order for Caiwei to consolidate her cultivation and form a golden elixir as soon as possible, you specially asked Luoyue Valley to send someone to send the seven-color lotus to the mountain gate of Guiyi Sect?"
"Caiwei wrote a letter and was angry with me."
Lin Yige nodded secretly, Wen Caiwei was truly the most worry-free disciple among the Guiyi sect.
"Then don't forget to find any excuse to send Wen's children to Heming Mountain to try."
"Don't worry."
Wen Zongyi agreed and looked up at the gradually darkening sky outside the water pavilion.
The clouds were stained with ink, and there was a faint sense of moisture in the air.
The storm is rising and the rain is about to come.
Even Jindan monks are at risk of being struck by lightning when flying with their swords in violent storms and lightning.
Wen Zongyi picked up the spiritual tea and asked casually: "It's windy. Do you want to wait until the rain stops?"
Lin Yige sneered: "Instead of procrastinating like you, I might as well return to Nanyang County as soon as possible."
She is not the third senior sister. She can pinch and calculate and know when the rain will stop.
Before it rained or thundered, we flew away from the large black clouds, and naturally we were greeted by clear blue skies.
Wen Zongyi subconsciously retorted: "Although I am not very resolute, I have never delayed anything, so why bother?"
"If I remember correctly, it has been eight hundred years since you took over as the head of the Wen family, right?" Lin Yige smiled sarcastically, "You spent eight hundred years with Wen Mengyue, and another hundred years with Third Senior Sister. Isn’t this procrastinating enough?”
"This is inappropriate, Mrs. Wen..."
Although he didn't know why Mrs. Wen hated herself so much and wished she could kill herself, he still had some illusions about his mother.
But ever since he learned that the seven aunts who rescued him several times and brought him back from hell were most likely to die at the hands of Mrs. Wen, Wen Zongyi gave up his obsession with "a loving mother and a filial son."
Wen Zongyi sighed, "Why did you mention her?"
Then he thought of Wu Lan. After the two broke off their relationship, he never put his shady thoughts into practice, and even tried his best to avoid situations where he might meet Wu Lan.
It can be considered decisive after all, right?
This time he went to the Wanqian Zhishe auction, originally for Xuanguang Bajiao, and meeting Master Wu Lan was a complete accident!
The haunting figure appeared in Wen Zongyi's mind, and he couldn't help but look nostalgic, sighing: "To me, the hundred years with Master Wu Lan are just a fleeting moment..."
"Okay, okay...just pretend I didn't say anything!"
Lin Yige covered her ears and almost cursed, deeply regretting raising this topic.
She made a prompt decision, threw the Gengxin sword into the air, and jumped to stand on the sword.
"I'm rushing back to ask my sixth senior brother something, so I'll take my leave now!"
Wen Zongyi was used to her vigorous and resolute actions, so he only watched her leave the Xiong'er Mountain area.
…
Lin Yige flew over the mountains outside with his front legs, and the thick dark clouds on his back legs cast a curtain of rain.
When I returned to Wanqian Zhishe in Nanyang County, I was catching up with the auction of Shenwu yellow paint.
That was the last perfect item in the auction, and it was also Sixth Brother's goal.
Shenwu yellow paint has a bright, dazzling golden color that will last for thousands of years.
When applied to the surface of treasures, it will not burn in the fire and become immortal when exposed to water. It is a commonly used refining material in ancient times. It is also a good dye and a good pigment.
For others, it is rare but not necessary, but for Cao Bai, the owner of Jiuzhou Newspaper Office who is good at painting, it is a good thing that can only be found.
Lin Yige, like many monks seeking paintings, was waiting outside the Qianqianzhishe.
Not long after, the owner of the Jiuzhou Newspaper Office successfully bought the Shenwu yellow paint, and the auction came to a successful conclusion.
Many monks came out of the auction house one after another.
Passing by the door, they glanced at the waiting girl overtly or covertly before leaving.
As for whether there was something about Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, Lin Yige had no way of knowing.
During this period, people gathered around Wu Lan to come out, and the crowd almost pushed her down the stairs.
After Chi Wulan, several elders from second-rate sects gathered around Ying Yu, the master of Wuweizhai, talking about something.
After the Fifth Senior Sister also left, the owner of the Jiuzhou Newspaper Office came out.
Tu Baicao was also a little surprised when he saw the junior sister at the door.
Just now he clearly "heard" Lin Yige leaving with Wen Zongyi's pretty face, so why did he come back and wait for him?
Could it be that... the junior sister finally discovered that he had dressed up carefully today and was more handsome than ever before?
What a sin. How could he, Tu Baicao, have such a charming and handsome face? !
Those female cultivators must have been too shy to approach and talk to him, thus sparing him from the pain of being obsessed with love.
Thinking of this, Tu Baicao smiled confidently and raised his chin towards Lin Yige, "Little... little friend, why are you still here?"
He was so complacent that he almost called out his "little junior sister".
The monks from the nine major sects have not gone far yet.
He originally established the Jiuzhou Newspaper Office because he set himself up as the last disciple of the Hidden World Sect.
Because he possesses the early stage of cultivation, the nine major sects are happy to see him not focusing on cultivation and allowing him to develop the insignificant Jiuzhou newspaper that spreads gossip.
He also called it euphemistically, "Nine sects join forces to support the Taoist sect that is about to die."
The other members of the Guiyi Faction, except for the Dark Alliance, have similar principles.
These are at best a small fight, and ultimately cannot pose a threat to the nine major sects.
Lin Yige's spiritual consciousness transmitted the message and said straight to the point: "Sixth Senior Brother, does the Huanxi Sect have any clues?"
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