Jiu Motoko has only participated in one auction, and since then, except for irregular matters, she has never spent money at Diyi Auction House.
Although I don't spend much money, I always feel like I have no money.
Sure enough, buying real estate is too expensive.
She felt that the renovation expenses for the Qingqi Xuti Cave must have exceeded the standard. Strangers and monks were building the house, and it took almost a month to complete the repairs. She felt her scalp numb just thinking about it.
I don’t know what Mr. Ning is doing on his island. Maybe he’s trying to force some high-priced art pieces in that can’t be sold.
There are too many strange and useless spiritual beings that can only be displayed for show.
Thinking of the decoration money, she didn't know how much she would have to pay. Jiu Yuanzi, who knew nothing about decoration and building a house, could only trust Mr. Ning.
When the time came, she went to class obediently.
Fortunately, there are only two classes a month, so I can just goof around.
When Jiu Motoko arrived at the Three Realms Cultural Center, as soon as she got to the fifth floor, she saw through the glass wall that all the students had arrived and were sitting on the small sofas honestly.
Except for Xiao Wanfa, everyone also brought a notebook and pen, as if they were taking notes seriously.
Very good, I finally look like I respect my teachers.
She pushed the door open and walked in. Monitor Liu Ruxian quickly stood up and said, "Teacher Jiu, everyone is here."
If they don't attend class well, the whole clan will be wiped out. Even if they don't want to attend class, they can only come honestly.
"Oh, okay." Jiu Yuanzi glanced at Luo Danxian and saw that the guy's arms and head were bandaged, as if he had fallen from dozens of floors.
This is a monk. If he can be injured like this, it can only be like this.
"Classmate Luo, what's the matter with you? Is there campus violence?" She walked to the sofa and sat down, asking curiously.
Luo Danxian said with a grimace: "I contradicted the teacher in the last class, apologized and made the teacher unhappy, so the patriarch beat me and told me to remember the lesson and teach well in the future."
I believe you, you big-headed ghost, who are you lying to?
but……
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at their faces one by one, as if he was a little afraid of himself.
What she wants to teach is various types of handsome boys, not a group of honest and obedient students. That would be boring.
Do you really think that you came to the class just because you want to be successful in the world?
It's better than anything else, it tastes like sesame glutinous rice balls and can be refreshing.
Jiu Yuanzi wanted to ease everyone's mood and comforted them: "Everyone, please relax. Wang Hao's matter has nothing to do with me. It is their own fault. They practice evil arts and kill innocent monks, monsters and mortals."
"Wang Hao obviously didn't want to go to class, so I followed his wishes and expelled him. I didn't expect his family to hate me so much. They kidnapped my assistant and his whole family, and wanted to lure me over to kill him."
She smacked her lips and said, "Such a bad family can naturally be removed from the family. It is not worthy of sitting in this position."
"Are you right?"
"Yes." All the students said together, regardless of whether this is the case or not, just treat it like this.
As long as it doesn't cause trouble for their family, anything can be said.
Jiu Yuanzi looked at them and said, "Just in case something like Wang Hao happens again in the future, I will do a family investigation and ask a few insignificant questions."
"Are all your ancestors still alive? How long do they have left to live? Are they all alive?"
She wanted to kick out those crazy family members to avoid being kidnapped again if she said the wrong thing one day.
As soon as this question was asked, the students were immediately frightened.
Why do you still ask for such privacy?
Jiu Yuanzi first looked at Xiao Wanfa. Only this classmate was the most cooperative and the most suitable person to start with.
Xiao Wanfa said calmly: "My ancestor's life span has been extended for another 50 years."
"Oh, not bad." Jiu Yuanzi nodded. The elixir he got from Taozi's dojo last time can last for a hundred years.
But how can other people know about this kind of thing, but there are not many. I feel that if I accidentally stay in seclusion for a long time, I will just sit down and die.
But what others heard was that the ancestor of the Xiao family had added 50 years to his basic life span. How long can he live?
They secretly guessed in their hearts, how many years does the ancestor of the Xiao family have to live now, one hundred years, two hundred and fifty years, five hundred years?
It's really hard to guess. How long each ancestor lives is a secret.
Otherwise, it would not have appeared. Wang Tianliang had already become cold, but he turned himself into a zombie and continued to live in the world without resting in peace.
Several people present believed that their ancestors were all alive and well, unlike the Wang family who deceived themselves.
With Xiao Wanfa taking the lead, they started talking separately.
"My ancestor is in good health. He just married a new wife last year and is already giving birth to his 17th child this year."
"My ancestor is hibernating, and there is a certificate issued by the alien bureau."
"it is summer now."
"My family has the blood of candle dragons. As long as the air conditioner in the room is turned on enough, I can hibernate in summer."
"Then my family will have no problem. My ancestor is only 139 years old and is still young."
"My ancestor is a great beauty, and she even went out on a date with a handsome guy yesterday."
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at the speaker, Linghu Xian'er, a male vixen who looked like a girl.
"My ancestor is not a human being. He asked Diyi Auction House to transfer his soul into a spiritual body ten years ago. There is no such thing as physical death."
Is there such a good thing?
Jiu Yuanzi looked up and saw that the speaker was Lin Feisheng.
She asked curiously: "Diyi Auction House can do this, so why doesn't the Wang family use this method?"
"Because spiritual objects are rare. They were the spiritual objects we got by chance from the dojo. Both the Yiren Bureau and Diyi Auction House recognized that they were not made by magic." Lin Feisheng said with high spirits.
That spiritual object has a hint of immortality, which is completely an opportunity for the Lin family.
At this time, only the Purple Demon Saint was left. He had a special visual style, with purple hair, black lips, many tattoos and jewelry on his body, and he wore exaggerated tight leather pants.
The boots on my feet are very pointed and long and are full of rivets and metal. When walking up the stairs, you have to turn sideways, otherwise the soles of your feet will remain outside when you step on them.
He looks like the lead singer of a very successful visual kei rock band, trying hard to hide his unruliness and not wanting to offend Shu Motoko, so the overall feeling is a bit unharmonious.
This kind of person should not sit here quietly in class, but should stick out his tongue, gesture with his fingers, and take selfies with a skull on his head.
"The ancestors of my family are the 19th generation descendants transformed by a drop of blood from the ancient demon king. The life of the demon is endless. When the sky is no longer bright and the earth is filled with flames, my ancestors will return The body of the Demon King..." The Purple Demon Saint spoke intoxicatedly.
Jiu Motoko interrupted him directly, "Okay, I know the situation of each family. Please hand in your homework and show me all the demonstrations. Have you studied hard these days?"
The Purple Demon Saint bit his lip. He was so angry that he hadn't finished talking about the glorious era of his family.
Jiu Yuanzi doesn't manage him, who wants to listen to this kind of thing.
Ancient Demon King?
All turned into spiritual minerals.
If you really want to find your ancestors, why should you practice? The whole family should work as miners to get closer to their ancestors.
She still has to check her homework.
In a one-hour class, let’s talk some nonsense first and then check the homework. There are only 20 minutes left.
Just give me some pointers and the class will be over.
It’s much easier than taking a group of children to paint their palms with colors and then printing them on paper as paintings.
Jiu Yuanzi felt happy and felt that Mr. Ning was right. It was so easy to make money.
Especially children's money.
