The Path Toward Heaven

The steward looked up at the beginning of the voice and found that it was a room on the eighth floor. After a moment of reflection, he knew which denomination.

According to Bao Shuju's rules, he couldn't identify the other party with a smile, and said with a smile: "Why do friends say this?"

That cold voice said: "Mo Mo has to say more, calming up the borneol, we must get it, hurry up and start the auction."

The steward heard a little anger, and calmed down calmly. He said softly, "They are all the same people, why should they be so close?"

The man sneered and said, "What is wrong with acting according to the rules?"

The steward narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that it was trouble, and said with a slight expression: "Your Excellency should know that this is the south facing city."

"Of course I know it's facing south."

The man in the room on the eighth floor mocked and said, "Why don't you just say the name of Qingshan Sect?"

The steward said coldly, "What did you say? Do you dare to disrespect Qingshan!"

"Of course I dare not, but you think the Qingshan Sect will control you now? I really want to know that your Baoshuju is still so arrogant now, where is the confidence to come!"

The man sneered.

The governor heard the words change and finally knew why the other party dared to be so arrogant.

Two years ago, the Bishan Peak of Qingshan changed into a sky ... Baoshuju lost its biggest backing, but how did the other party know?

"Speaking of arrogance, where can you compare with the fact that all three of you sent us to Nanhe Prefecture, and dare to grab things with Guocheng Temple."

The manager no longer cares about the so-called rules, and sneers to clarify the origin of the other party.

If the Sandu sentiment still insists on asking for the calming borneol, let them go to Guocheng Temple.

Listening to the name of Sandu School, there was a burst of discussion in the building.

Sandu School is a Western sword school, and its reputation is not very loud, but because it is a vassal of the Kunlun School, no one wants to provoke it.

The window in that room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a cold expression stood in front of the window, sneered while looking at the manager downstairs, and then looked at the old monk at Guocheng Temple and said, "It's not the idea of ​​the master Against Guisi, it was just that I sent the little master to be seriously ill and needed to calm down with borneol. It is really impossible to give way. "

This middle-aged man was unkind to Baoshuju, but respectful to Guocheng Temple.

Listening to this, many people are a little puzzled.Dingshen borneol is not a real rare magic medicine, but it was just recently that the ghost eyes were out in Nancheng, and the people were scared and sick, and Guocheng Temple would come out in person.The Sandu faction is a vassal of the Kunlun faction, and the Kunlun faction is closely related to the Zhenbei Shenjun. If the head of the Sandu faction is seriously ill, how can it be impossible to get this medicine?

The middle-aged people knew what everyone was thinking, and said: "The little master came to Nanhezhou to play, unfortunately in Yingcheng ... got poisoned by flowers."

There was a resurgence of noise, and it seemed that everyone knew what the poison was.

If it was really the hard-working woman, the little master of the Sandu faction was indeed pitiful.

Flower poison will not kill you, but it will make people feel itchy and extremely uncomfortable, but if you have perseverance, you can get better by yourself after ten days of hard work.

The question is, how can the people of the Sandu faction watch their little master banned from such inhuman torture?

"Dingshen borneol, we must take it away, as for those mortals in the south of the city ... can only count their bad luck."

Said the middle-aged man.

Listening to this, there was not much opposition in the building.A benevolent heart should be there, but in the eyes of practitioners, mortal life is really nothing, especially when the object of comparison is themselves.

The old monk of Guocheng Temple naturally disagreed with this statement, but he was a bit unspeakable, but just shook his head and sighed.

In the room on the seventh floor, Zhao Layue did not understand and asked, "Why aren't such small denominations afraid of Guocheng Temple?"

Jing Jiu said: "The monk has a good temper."

This is about the style of Guocheng Temple, or the word of mouth formed in the practice circle for countless years.

Of course, this is also in the south of the city, the inland of the dynasty, and placed in the north. Who dares to have a little disrespect for the Guocheng Temple?If the Sandu faction dares to rob medicine with Guocheng Temple, it is afraid that it will be torn to pieces by the angry people on the spot.

Although the practitioners in the building acquiesced in the saying of the middle-aged people of the Sandu School, but here is after all the south city, the monks in Guocheng Temple need medicine to treat the patients, where are they willing to watch the sword repairs from the west take the medicine easily At the beginning of the auction, there were a lot of bids, and soon it became clear that the borneol exceeded its original value.

Sandu sent no weakness, no matter what price, they will continue to increase prices.

There are many crystal mines in Kunlun Mountain. Although the Sandu School is not as rich as the Kunlun School, there are not too few crystal stones.

As time went by, the price of Dingshen borneol was raised higher and higher, and those denominations gradually retreated.

Even if they want to use Dingshen borneol to make good fruit into the temple, they have to consider the current price.

Seeing that Dingshen Bingbing was going to be owned by Sandu, suddenly the steward smiled and said a word.

"Xuanzi B, there is a Xuancao Dan."

Listening to this, the building was quiet first, then an uproar.

Xuancao Dannai is a famous thing in Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou. It is said that it must be smelted by a small copper furnace in Tiantiandi.

Regardless of its efficacy or value, Xuan Cao Dan is more than a hundred times more precious than Dingshen Borneol.

Why are the people in that room willing to come up with a black grass pill to buy Shenbing?Do they also want to become good monks in Guocheng Temple?But the price is too great.

The Sandu faction was also very shocked, ignoring each other and not knowing what to do.

The middle-aged man sneered, beckoned not to increase the price, sat back, and didn't know what to think.

The strange peak turned sharply, and no one expected that Dingshen borneol would be so determined.

Unexpectedly, the window of the house on the seventh floor never opened, and the man did not seem to have the intention to meet the monks of Guocheng Temple.

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The manager in charge of the auction personally sent Dingshen Bingbing to Room Xuanzi B, and lowered his head very cautiously without glancing at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue got up and left.

The steward handed a small wooden box with respect and hands.

Jing Jiu took the wooden box and opened it.

Zhao Layue glanced at it and found that it was Xuan Cao Dan. After a moment of thought, he understood the meaning of Bao Shu Ju and was quite satisfied.

The steward reminded a few words in a low voice, suggesting that they could sit down again and wait for the owner to come and meet.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue knew what he meant, but ignored it. The auction was really boring. Obviously no clues could be found, so stay here to do much.

Looking at the two figures walking down the hallway, the weirdo who had no idea where it came from had to notify the owner quickly.

Today was originally a play arranged by Baoshuju. When they knew that the medical monks in Guocheng Temple needed to fix the borneol, the general content of the drama was settled. Fortunately, I had explained to some of the fairy masters from Tianqing Mountain. As a result, I thought that the Sandu faction suddenly jumped out, almost acting as another drama.

The governor also thought that the two did not pass the borneol to the medical monk in Guocheng Temple by themselves. Are they planning to find each other in private?

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Not far from Baoshuju, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were stopped by the Sandu faction.

Jing Jiu has not encountered such a thing for many years, and Zhao Layue has only seen such stories in books. He feels nothing new and very boring.

She looked at them and asked seriously: "Do you want to die?"

The Sandu faction hadn't had time to threaten the other party, and as a result, they heard such a question and couldn't help but stunned.