"My master... If you don't eat, you will eat it! This cost me a whole year..." Cui Buqun wailed, covering his heart.
Looking at the table full of delicacies, Cui Buqun couldn't help but swallow twice. In the past years, these sky-high price delicacies could only be viewed from a distance. "It would be too wasteful to throw them away like this."
I just picked up the chopsticks and wanted to eat a piece of meat. Unexpectedly, before the tip of the chopsticks touched the meat, the table suddenly collapsed with a bang.
Cui Buqun was so angry that he threw away his chopsticks, squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the roast goose in the soup and started to eat it.
"The way you eat it is quite unique."
A cool coolness poured into his ears, and Cui Buqun's limbs stiffened. Why was the master back again...
A ball of crescent-white yarn slowly floated past his eyes.
He turned his face away in embarrassment and was about to spit out the duck legs in his mouth without leaving any trace, "Eat it, I'll wait."
This, this, this...
He hurriedly held the duck leg and devoured it. He ate so quickly that his face turned red and his neck became thick.
"I just went out for a while and you handled it well."
Hearing the compliment, the joy on Cui Buqun's face was beyond words, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Thank you, master, for the compliment! I will definitely live up to my master's cultivation for you."
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After a long time, he bravely raised his head and found that there was no one else in the room except himself.
"When did you leave?"
The dancing candlelight reflected the colorful outline of the branches outside the window. Cui Buqun fell into deep thought. His master's cultivation level was definitely higher than that of the Yaowang Sect master, but why did he have to deal with the Cui family?
Is it just because Cui Simei made things difficult in the Liuling Jungle? There must be something else he doesn't know.
The top priority now is to intensify the conflict between the royal family and the Cui family. Without the royal family, the Cui family will only have Jixia Sect with power.
Thinking about this, he stopped sleeping and took out a new robe from the wooden box, thinking of going to the palace, but before leaving, he saw a blue forged brocade bag on the main seat.
Confused, he stepped forward and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper that read: "Haste makes waste. The red letter."
In addition, there was also a deposit certificate of 100,000 gold coins from Tang Feng Bank.
Tang Feng Bank, a bank that has risen like a comet, is not just a bank. It has a treasure pavilion that collects treasures from all over the world, and an auction house that auctions everything in the world.
Seeing this huge sum of money, Cui Buqun's first feeling was not ecstasy, but shame, his cheeks were hot, and he murmured to himself: "Master, you don't think that I am so poor that I can't even afford food!" "
One family was happy and the other was sad. After traveling all day and night, Cui Simei finally arrived at Jixia Sect at nightfall.
Jixia Sect is located in Wanxiang Mountain in Fengyan. There is a serious imbalance between male and female disciples in the sect, with more girls and fewer boys. This is the only sect in the Star Continent that is known for its good deeds.
Most of the disciples in the sect are homeless and lonely. If you think that the Jixia Sect is weak and can be bullied, you are totally wrong.
The leader of the sect, Miao Yuan, a third-level Lingjue, can be said to have few rivals in the entire Star Continent. Miaoyin ranks second, a first-level Lingjue, and is the great master in the sect.
In the first room of the Xiafei Pavilion, "Junior sister, the master asked you to come over." The person responsible for delivering the message was Mu Qing, a rare male disciple in the sect. He had an average appearance and a slender figure, but there was a shrewd calculation and intelligence in his eyes.
He has always been stepped on by Cui Simei's seventh level, not to mention that he longs for this Phoenix Flame Goddess.
There are seven levels below Lingjiang including Lingjiang, and each level above Lingxuan is divided into nine levels starting from Lingxuan.
"Okay, I understand, let's go down."
Cui Simei put down the baggage in her hands, walked around him and walked out of the room. She never respected Mu Qing as a senior brother, but rather treated Mu Qing like a servant, coming and going as soon as he was called.
Looking at the slim figure, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly before leaving the door.
What he didn't know was that a pair of blurred eyes could see everything clearly in the dark, including the bitterness between his eyebrows that was unwilling to accept love.
Xiaguang Pavilion, "
Master, you must save your disciple. "
Cui Simei said this to a white-haired mother-in-law holding a needle and thread. This person was Miaoyin, and the embroidery in her hand was a Miaoshang lotus.
"What happened?" She had a kind look on her face and her hair was neatly pulled back on her head. There were no decorations on her bun except for a black wooden hairpin.
"I don't know if the monarch of Feng Yan is too old and confused. He insists on me marrying the leader of the Kabu Kabu tribe. In order to form the Pegasus team, he actually has to sacrifice his disciple's happiness... My father also agreed." She said. Instead of being unruly and willful, he half leaned against Miaoyin's side and sobbed.
Hearing this, Miaoyin stopped pulling out the needle in her hand, "Kabu Kabu tribe? There have been rumors everywhere recently that you accidentally killed Naye, the leader's son. What happened?"
Miaoyin was confused, hadn't the head of the Cui family always treated Simei like a treasure? Why did he agree to let her get married again? They are still the savage Kabu Kabu tribe. This tribe is full of misdeeds and cannot be refined.
Hearing Master's question, Cui Simei's face showed a hint of appropriate shyness.
"This...this is all Qianchen's idea. Master, I...he and I have already had a relationship. I don't want to marry Natuda. Master, can you please continue to love your disciple?" She cried with real emotion, as if The eldest disciple of Yaowang Sect really did that unlucky act.
Hearing this, Miaoyin was surprised and said: "Qianchen? Big disciple of Yaowang Sect, you... when did it happen? Didn't you say that he beat you?" Could it be that the dispute between the two was about the marriage?
"Hit? How is it possible? It's too late for him to hurt his disciple. But, I lied to my father that I was pregnant with Qianchen's flesh and blood. Now... Master, is there a medicine that can make me falsely pregnant! I'm afraid... I'm afraid Father will send someone to take me back soon." She couldn't make a single mistake. One wrong step would lead to an abyss.
Qianchen...ha! Just wait for me. I, Cui Simei, must let you beat gongs and drums and come to Fengyan to marry me.
"This...is true, but it is extremely harmful to the body. Why don't I leave tomorrow and go to the Yaowang Sect in person to see how the wedding ceremony is properly handled."
"Disciple, thank you Master for your protection. If Master hadn't loved me, I really don't know what I would have done. Now all my father's thoughts are on the mother and daughter, and he doesn't care about Meier's life or death."
"Master Cui is confused! Don't worry, Master will never let you be wronged. You go back and have a good rest first."
"Yes, Mei'er is resigning."
When Cui Simei returned to the room, she was filled with joy. When all the fingers were pointed at Qian Chen, she couldn't believe that Yao Wang Sect was so embarrassed. She firmly thought that she would win this time.
Although her status as the top disciple of the Medicine King Sect was not enough for her, her peerless appearance made her feel that apart from Qian Chen of the Medicine King Sect, there should be no one in the world who could be worthy of her.
Xiafei Pavilion, Tian's Second Room, after hearing the conversation between Cui Simei and Miaoyin, Mu Qing sat in the room in despair, drinking wine. As soon as he took a few sips, an evil thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
He stumbled to Cui Simei's door and said, "Junior sister, open the door. I have something to ask you."
Hearing the hurried knock on the door, Cui Simei opened the door impatiently, "What's the matter?"
The smell of wine that hit her face made her take two steps back in disgust.
Now, seeing that she was still acting like a saint, Mu Qing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Thinking back to what she said in Xiaguang Pavilion, he immediately became furious, took a big step, and locked the door with his backhand. He walked closer to her and said, "Don't you want a child? Senior brother, let me help you." As he said that, he began to undress and take off his belt.
"What are you doing? Get out!"
She immediately pulled out the rattle whip and threw it towards Mu Qing's face.
The next second, she froze on the spot in shock, because Mu Qing caught the attack of the whip with one hand.
Mu Qing grabbed the rattlesnake whip and threw it aside. Cui Simei stepped back and looked at her hands. Why couldn't she hold the whip tightly? How could this happen?
"Don't come here! I won't be polite if you take another step forward!" Mu Qing didn't listen to her warning at all, and took even bigger steps towards her.
She had no choice but to release the seventh-level pressure of the Spirit General, but unfortunately... no matter how she summoned it, she could not awaken the soul. She was so anxious that she could only yell.
In fact, there were many fellow students in the Xiafei Pavilion where she lived. The place where she slept was only separated by a wall from the Xiaguang Pavilion, but no matter how heartbreaking she called for help, no one came to hear her.
"Senior brother, please, I will give you as much money as you want... no, no, no... ah..."
In Xiabao Pavilion, where Miao Yuan, the leader of the Ji Xia Sect, lived, a white shadow flashed past at high speed, forcing Miao Yuan to appear and chase after him.
When the two of them were in the same room, a gray figure broke in. Miaoyin and the disciples of the sect were also moved when they heard the sound.
Seeing the hazy naked figure under the bed tent, and then listening to the melancholy sound coming from the tent, Miao Yuan blew his beard and stared in anger.
"Who ruined the reputation of our Jixia Sect!" After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and the spring scenery in the tent was unobstructed, causing the female disciples in the sect to cover their eyes and run away, while the male disciples' eyes glowed green.
"You, you, you..." Miaoyin was so excited by the scene in front of her that she fainted and was in a hurry. At this time, the two people on the bed gradually regained their clarity.
"ah!……"
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Liang Xiang, the head of the Jixia Sect ordered that what happened that night must be kept quiet and no rumors were allowed. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be expelled from the sect.
Such a concealed scene opened the eyes of the shadow hidden in the dark.
In the fourth dimension, after three days of flying by Leopard Sun and Leopard Moon, Wuyou and the others officially entered the Wuwu Sea when the sun rose in the east.
"Your Majesty, my subordinate wants to go into the sea to test the water." Hai Si was a little excited after not seeing Wuwang Sea for a long time and wanted to go into the sea to test the temperature of his home.
"Okay, approved, Wu Jinbu can also choose to go down or stay on Bao Ri's back." As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Jinbu rushed to jump off Bao Ri's back.
The colorful galaxy seems to be dumped on the mirror-like sea. The sparkling fish tail gently paddles the sea water. From time to time, it jumps up, which makes Wuyou marvel again and again.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was already
I have confirmed that I saw it correctly.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
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Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
