"This is what the disciple earned based on his own ability. Every pill has the disciple's hard work and sweat on it. It is not a windfall."
Zhang Xiaozu heard Taozu say "windfall brings disaster" and immediately said that this was not windfall.
Daozu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled without saying a word.
Zhang Xiaozhu's expression was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.
He naturally knows whether the money obtained by pretending to be real or not is a windfall.
"Could it be a fake elixir that will make you go crazy after eating it?"
"Is the pill poisonous?"
"Is someone from the auction house targeting me?"
Zhang Xiaozu wanted to ask where the trouble was, but Daozu remained silent, as if the secret must not be revealed.
"Dry!"
"Why are there only one thousand nine hundred and fifty?!"
Zhang Xiaozhu's spiritual consciousness scanned every Holy King pill in the jade box. While checking whether there was any problem with the pill, he counted the number. When he found that the other party had given fifty pills less, he immediately exploded.
However He quickly realized that the fifty missing pieces should be the auction fee deducted by the auction house.
"It's too shameful to charge me the auction fee for fifty Holy King Pills."
"Master, you see, what they earn is the windfall. Please cast a spell quickly and let the misfortune come to them."
Zhang Xiaozu said angrily.
Little did he know that the auction house had already charged him half of the auction fee because he was Yan Mingchao's disciple, because Lingbao Auction House's auction fee was one hundred and five cents, and the jade ring finger sold two thousand Holy King Pills. It stands to reason that one hundred pieces should be drawn.
Daozu shook his head slowly and said: "You have your misfortunes, they have their misfortunes, there is no need to give in."
Zhang Xiaozu:......
"As the saying goes: Spend money to eliminate misfortune. If you give me half of your windfall, I can help you share part of your misfortune and ensure that you turn misfortune into good fortune."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozu looked at Daozu's serious look and almost couldn't help laughing.
This is not Daozu. He is clearly a money-scammer.
"Is this his old job?"
Zhang Xiaozu guessed in a wicked way.
At the same time, he put the Holy King Dan into the void space, feeling that Daozu was just teasing him and did not really want his elixir.
Because in his opinion, it is impossible for the dignified Taoist ancestor to value this Holy King Pill.
"What, you don't believe it?" Daozu raised his eyebrows.
"I believe it." Zhang Xiaozu nodded, but the smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.
Daozu suddenly took a step towards Zhang Xiaopeng, and then punched.
boom!
Hit Zhang Xiaopou's left eye.
Zhang Xiaozu screamed and flew backwards, then hit an invisible air wall with a bang and fell to the ground.
The left eye, which was already bruised and swollen, suddenly became even more swollen. "As you say, follow the law." Daozu said seriously.
"..."
Only then did Zhang Xiaozhu know what the unlucky disaster Taozu was talking about was, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Spend money to eliminate disasters. The words of the ancients are not deceptive. You have to believe it." Daozu shook his fist and warned.
"Disciple understands." Zhang Xiaozu nodded quickly.
Then he looked at Daozu with an expression of "I am doing it for your own good" with an angry look, and took away the two boxes of Holy King Pills that he had not yet had time to put away.
This box is two hundred pills, two boxes is four hundred pills.
Zhang Xiaozu thought to himself that this was a sudden disaster.
Daozu put down his fist, then waved to Zhang Xiaopeng and said, "Come on, let's continue."
Zhang Xiaopeng, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but trembled with fear when he heard this, and asked with a grimace: "Master, can you take a rest?"
"No." Daozu shook his head, "Unless——"
Zhang Xiaozhu's eyes were hopeful.
"Continue to spend money and eliminate disasters."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozhu's expression stiffened for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he said angrily: "The ancients also said: A horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall. Just continue -"
Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, Daozu stepped in front of him and slapped him away.
"You cannot trust the words of the ancients." Dao Ancestor said leisurely.
"I...I..." Zhang Xiaozu's lips trembled in grievance, and then he yelled: "I'll fight you!"
Snapped!
"ah--"
boom!
"ah--"
Zhang Xiaopeng's screams sounded like he was killing a pig.
But people outside couldn't hear a sound, because the two were fighting in the space barrier opened by Daozu.
The physical combat skills that Zhang Xiaozu was proud of were vulnerable to Daozu's fists and feet.
What he couldn't accept was that Daozu didn't use his realm to suppress him, and even suppressed his cultivation to the Holy Realm, the entry level of the Holy Realm, which was three realms lower than him. However, even so, he didn't have the power to fight back. .
"One force can defeat ten. Your law of power is very strong."
"Your physical combat skills are also very strong."
"So, why can't you beat me? What's the problem?"
…
"Idiot, haven't you realized what the problem is?"
"Although you have incorporated your own laws of power into my physical combat skills and made some clever changes to my physical combat skills to make them more suitable for your own fighting style, no matter how you modify them, It's just a modification, it doesn't change its essence."
"What is its nature?"
"It is a physical combat technique that I developed that is most suitable for me based on my own strength law characteristics."
"Your modification is just to make the physical combat skills fit with your law of power. However, no matter how it fits, it will always be slightly different, because it is not yours."
"Your power laws are strong and your physical combat skills are strong, but when combined together, they are not extremely strong."
"It's because of this difference."
"do you understand?"
…
"Ahem, I forgot, you are in the Moon Saint Realm. What I said can only be realized after reaching the Imperial Saint Realm."
"..."
"I accidentally overthrew a young talent and encouraged it. No, no, um, can you forget what I just said?"
"..."
"Why do you think you only have the Moon Saint realm? Your cultivation is too slow."
"..."
Zhang Xiaozu cried.
Not to mention that he had been beaten for more than ten hours, not to mention that he was forced to spend money to eliminate the disaster, and in the end it turned out to be his own fault.
There’s no fucking pointreasoning.
The image of Daozu collapsed in his heart.
In his imagination, the Tao Ancestor was an old man with a majestic figure, awe-inspiring righteousness, an immortal demeanor, unparalleled wisdom, and a kind yet majestic old man, but the man in front of him——
It’s hard to describe in one word.
"Stop fighting. If you fight again, it will be useless."
Zhang Xiaozhu begged for mercy while holding the pig's head with a bruised nose and swollen face.
Boom!
Daozu pushed him away with an elbow, curled his lips and said jokingly: "After fighting for so long, have you touched the corner of my clothes?"
"Ah - Shi can be killed without humiliation!"
Snapped!
"ah--"
boom!
"ah--"
boom!
…
"A scholar can be killed, or... he can also be humiliated. Stop fighting, otherwise he will be useless!"
Zhang Xiaozhu burst into tears and begged for mercy with humiliation.
His eyes were so swollen that there were only two gaps left, his cheeks were swollen, as if he had two big steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, and his lips turned into two big sausages.
The whole head is twice as big as before, just like
It felt like there was a big meat ball on his neck.
Daozu looked at the sky outside the window. It was already dark, so he put his fists away and said, "Well, let's rest for a while, have breakfast, and then continue."
"..."
"I like to eat something lighter for breakfast. Considering that there will be a lot of activities next, let's order a little more."
"ah?"
"What, you have no appetite?"
"..." Zhang Xiaozu clenched his fists, stared at Daozu with a pair of swollen eyes, and asked angrily: "Do you think I can still eat with this mouth?"
Daozu stared at Zhang Xiaopou's mouth carefully for a moment and said, "It should be okay to drink the paste."
"..."
