Wu Ming's eyes twitched. He was already accustomed to Shan Lao's banditry, or in other words, he didn't have the courage to do so.

Firstly, the other party is right. Cultivating such extraordinary demon spirit plants does require a huge amount of resources and many precious treasures. Secondly, it is really unbeatable.

"No, that's all?"

Shan Lao seemed a little dissatisfied, scratching his messy hair and muttering.

"Shan Lao, please take it easy. My cultivation is weak, but I have to work hard to save this little fortune!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Hmph!"

Shan Lao glared at him noncommittally, and immediately started to pull himself up in Long Yi again.

Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat, as he felt that the other person seemed to be staring at the center of his eyebrows just now, but no matter how sharp his senses were, he could not determine the sight of such a being.

"Be careful, this old boy is not simple, he seems to have seen something!"

Ku Ye's voice was extremely low, resounding in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then fell silent.

"Um?"

Shanlao raised his head suspiciously, looked around, and scratched his head in frustration, "Is he really an old fool? No, eh..."

Suddenly, his palm turned over, and in a flash of yellow-brown light, there was a knee-high gourd on the ground. Of course, it was similar to Shan Lao's knee, and it was still huge for a human.

"What a good guy, he turned out to be one of the treasures of the clan in Nanhai who played in the mud. Tsk, tsk, what a skill and courage!"

Shan Lao picked up the treasure gourd with thick breath and didn't play with it carefully. He looked at Wu Ming teasingly.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming smiled, feeling quite speechless.

Such old monsters all have weird tempers, just like the ancestor Xuan Sheng likes humanistic poetry and is rumored to be very good at fine wine. This one is better. Those powerful people who have cultivated to this day and can suppress any party by just calling them names, when it comes to him

In his mouth, he was either an old turtle, someone who dropped his book bag, or someone who was playing with a sword.

Well now, there is another 'mud-player', and he has included the whole family, what kind of discrimination is there!

There is no way, no matter who makes the situation stronger than others, even if the entire Sand clan is dispatched, they may not be able to withstand this slap in the face.

As the saying goes, might makes right.

I think back to the country in the past life that was known as the world's police. It was just nosy everywhere, pointing fingers at anyone who didn't like it, but no one dared to resist. At most, they just yelled a few words.

"wrong!"

Shan Lao's big hand caressing the treasure gourd suddenly paused, and a rich and dazzling yellow light like the midday sun suddenly poured into it. The mouth of the gourd was wide open, and a yellow whirlpool emerged, revealing a vast, but

A majestic and thick atmosphere of terror.

"Hahaha!"

After just one glance, Shan Lao's dark face changed. He was stunned for a moment, as if he had opened a dyeing workshop, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Rumble!

In an instant, the sky and the earth shook, the wind and clouds changed color, and the entire void became dark. Whether it was the Dragon-eating Vine, Wu Ming, or Mopan, they all slumped to the ground with pale faces.

"Hmph, what a good boy!"

Shanlao stopped whispering, but his dark face could not hide his smile. He could be said to be overjoyed, and his big mouth reached behind his ears. He patted the gourd and waved a stream of light into the bodies of the three of them. He said with a smile, "It's rare, it's rare.

You actually refined Cang Yue's remains and gave this broken gourd the foundation of the Holy Path. Aren't you afraid of being involved in the great cause and effect of heaven? You know, you bear the giant spirit mountain seal, and you are half a mountain giant spirit. Cang Yue

If I were born, I would not embarrass you as a junior, but doing this would create a deadly feud.

Moreover, once his descendants know about it, he will definitely fight you until death."

Wu Ming knew that he could not hide the power of the saint who could observe the subtleties, so he immediately said: "Shan Lao also said that the boy is half a mountain giant spirit. Since he knows about the feud with Cang Yue's lineage, he will never let it go.

"

"Yes, you may have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but this is what I like!"

Shan Lao saw his righteous and awe-inspiring look. Although he could see that he had selfish motives, he was still satisfied with stroking his beard.

"Then you..."

Wu Ming said with a shy face.

"Don't even think about it!"

Shanhu had a dark face and said in a deep voice, "I have been cultivating during this period. Once you have improved, then Ansheng will follow me to Heilongling. Don't even think about the trip to Beijin. As long as you stay here, the King of Heaven will come."

It won’t hurt you at all!”

"this……"

Wu Ming frowned. He didn’t expect Shan Lao to be so unkind. After thinking about it for a while, he changed the subject and said, “Can Lao Shan satisfy the two little ones for the sake of the young man’s great contribution to the giant spirit lineage?”

A small request.”

"Well, as long as you don't want to go north to die, everything else is easy!"

The old man stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

"Young man wants to borrow Qianzhong Mountain for use!"

"Ahem!"

Shan Lao pulled off a few strands of his beard, crushed them into pieces, rubbed his blood-stained hands, and yelled angrily, "Who are you trying to use?"

"I……"

Wu Mingnen's face turned red from suppressing it. Wu Ya was a son of a bitch, but he knew he couldn't hide it, so he bit the bullet and said, "The boy and Wu Ya, the descendant of Xuansheng ancestor, are close friends. Five years since the boy returned from Beijin, he has repeatedly

Save me from danger..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense with me here, two words... no way!"

Shan Lao waved his hand impatiently, turned around and left.

Wu Ming's face was full of embarrassment, thinking that these old immortals were all very arrogant, and they were all capable of causing trouble back then. They all said that the saint was a saint with a heavenly body and a peaceful mind, so how could there be dissatisfaction among them all?

As far as he knew, Holy Monk Dao Ye had opened the head of Patriarch Xuansheng, and the latter had stolen the chickens raised by Shan Lao to make food for wine. Shan Lao also ran to Longquan Temple to steal Longquan water to irrigate the land. After careful calculation,

What a mess.

He just barely managed to drag the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea over to play a mahjong table!

Maybe it's really possible, but he just doesn't know it!

When Wu Ya told him these secrets while drinking, he almost choked to death in the wine vat. But when he talked about the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea, he remained silent and refused to tell him no matter how he asked. Wu Ming almost lost his mind.

constipate.

It’s just that Wu Ming never expected that when he later found out what His Majesty the Dragon Emperor had done, he almost worshiped him and was so shocked!

But that’s a story for another day!

"You have a lot of wealth, why do you need to be as knowledgeable as a junior? If you tell me, you won't be laughed at..."

"Humph, I'm just petty. The chickens I worked so hard to raise are going to be kept to lay eggs. That old turtle doesn't have good wine, and his hands and feet are unclean. You humans have a saying, what is it called Shangxialiang?"

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"

"Yes, that little turtle bastard is not a good thing. He still wants to use my Qianzhong Mountain to condense the foundation of the holy way. Damn, you kid, turn your elbows outward, aren't you afraid that you will not be able to repay the loan?"

Wu Ming was completely speechless when he saw the old man scolding him like a shrew. He demoted Xuan Sheng to the dirt. Have you forgotten all the embarrassing things about yourself?

It's like a stone in a latrine - smelly and hard!

The old god Mopan squatted under a tree and pulled weeds, ignoring Wu Ming's eyes.

"Yes, Xuan Sheng is wrong, but that doesn't mean he lost his moral character after drinking. Isn't it excusable? You don't want to see me break my promise to others, do you? What's more, what's more, what I just did for you?

This clan has made great contributions, so you can’t just not reward them, right?”

Wu Ming shamelessly caught up and said with one last gritted teeth, "No big deal, I just want to donate this treasure to my clan!"

"That's nonsense. Do you really think I care about you, you loser?"

Shan Lao shook his arm and threw the thick breath treasure gourd back with obvious hesitation.

Although he was reluctant to part with it, he was not so thick-skinned that he took possession of the younger generation’s trophies without conscience. But holding such a treasure in hand is no longer about its value, but its meaning.

The remains of the dignified Cang Yue were used as nutrients to refine and nourish treasures. Just thinking about it made my face light up. When I saw Cang Yue born in the future, to be precise, I could laugh at it for generations to come.

"See what you always said, this is what I contributed to my clan. Without your cultivation, how would I be today?"

Wu Ming's heart was bleeding, and he raised the thick gourd with righteous words.

"really?"

"really!"

"Well, for the sake of your filial piety, I will... no, I almost asked you to go around the pit. Anyway, don't even think about going to Beijin and Qianzhong Mountain!"

Shan Lao said angrily.

"Old old fashioned!"
To be continued...