Chen Luo looked at the person who was talking coldly, but stopped saying anything.

The qualifications of the three of them are not much better than those of Chen Luo. On weekdays, they rely on their relationship with Ding Hua, so others are very polite to them. At this moment, seeing Chen Luo's expression, they feel very difficult and don't know what to do.

"What are you doing together here?" At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shen Luo turned his head and looked in the sound, and saw a young man wearing a green robe, thin and yellow-faced, carrying one hand behind him, walking slowly towards this side with a cold expression.

"Senior Brother Ding..."

Seeing this, everyone's expressions became slightly solemn and greeted him one after another, even Ding Yuan was no exception. It turned out that this person was no one else, Ding Hua.

Although Ding Yuan is a brother, the two look very different and their qualifications are very different. If someone who doesn't know meets them, they will definitely not connect them together.

Seeing him asking, Chen Luo roughly said the story, without any dissatisfaction in his words.

"Betting..." Ding Hua's tail sound was dragged very long and he frowned slightly.

Ding Yuan, who was beside him, suddenly felt cold sweat flowing on his cheeks, and he looked nervous, afraid of being blamed.

Although he is the elder brother, he dare not even call himself "being a brother" in front of his younger brother, and he really can't afford to offend him since he was a child.

"Bai Xiaotian is also bored, bet on this with you." Ding Hua finally snorted and said coldly.

The eyes flashed slightly.

Senior Brother Ding, who was personally taught by this sacrificial master, didn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all, but the only thing he cared about was Bai Xiaotian, who was also an inner disciple.

As for those of them, including Ding Yuan, they could not even get into his eyes.

Chen Luo thought of this, and after saying goodbye, he turned around and left.

Before he could walk far, he vaguely heard Ding Hua's cold voice: "I compete with a waste, you have such a great ambition, I have lost all my face..."

The word "waste" is heard, and the eyes are getting colder, but the steps do not stop at all.

He, a registered disciple, can also practice Xiaohua Yanggong, which is not popular at all.

In addition, he is a "rich man" among his disciples and the only "big fat sheep" who relies on yellow and white things to enter, so it is understandable that he was criticized by someone behind his back.

But how could they know that what they spend is money, but what they cultivate is not merit, but fate.

He was very open-minded about money and would always let these senior brothers take advantage of him from time to time, so generally speaking, his relationship with almost all his disciples is not bad.

However, except Bai Xiaotian, the only one who really counts as friends is Tian Tiesheng, who is also under Master Luo.

When I thought that I might not be able to live for long, Chen Luo's mood became very bad, and I felt a little chilled deep in my heart, and my steps could not help but get three points faster.

After leaving the Jade Emperor Palace, I met many senior brothers along the way. When I met Chen Luo, I took the initiative to say hello one by one, and occasionally I would tease someone I knew.

In about half a quarter of an hour, he arrived at Qingshiping, near the Lingguan Hall, where the quiet room where he lived was right here.

However, Chen Luo did not return to the quiet room immediately. He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned out of the bluestone pavement, and walked towards the horizontal mountain road on the other side.

The road to this side is narrower than other places on the mountain. There are no people walking on weekdays, and few people clean it. There are many dead leaves accumulated on the road, some of which are rotten and soft, and they are soft when stepped on. Occasionally, you can see some single houses on both sides, made of stone or wood, most of which are very dilapidated.

Chen Luo seemed quite familiar with this place. After walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house surrounded by half a man and wild grass sitting on the side of the road.

This old house has been obviously abandoned for a long time and has not been repaired for many years. The red paint on the wall has been very dry and has peeled off a lot, making it look a little mottled. Most of the white paper pasted on the doors and windows has been damaged, and even the window edges have traces of insects.

Chen Luo looked at the room a few times, nodded, then separated the weeds and walked to the corridor, pushing open the leaking wooden door. With a "creaking" sound, a wet and moldy smell came to his face.

He turned sideways, covered his nose with one hand and swept the air with the other.

After adapting for a while, his eyes turned and he began to scan the room.

The room was not large in size, and it was filled with various damaged and ragged tables and chairs, as well as some used brooms and buckets, which were piled up in a mess everywhere in the corner of the wall.

"I'm afraid there is no way to see this moldy spirit." Chen Luo muttered in a low voice.

Although he had disgust in his words, his hands were not hesitant at all.

Chen Luo walked forward, took down the dilapidated chairs and stools piled on the table one by one, and piled them on the other side of the room for a little tidying up.

After about a quarter of an hour, most of the ruined tables and chairs were finally cleaned up to the other side.

At this time, Shen Luo's chest was a little ups and downs. Seeing that the tables pressed down were all exposed again, she let out a long breath.

After entering Xiaohua Yang Gong, he could feel that his physique had improved a lot compared to the initial one, but after just doing this, he still sweated a lot on his back.

After a while of rest, he walked forward, opened the drawers of the tables, and started searching one by one.

"No..." The first drawer was empty.

"No..." The second one was just as empty.

"No……"

...

After flipping through seven or eight tables, Shen Luo finally discovered it when he was a little depressed and thought he was going to do something in vain.

"Have it!"

The ninth picture was broken with only two legs left. When the drawer was pulled open, a worn-out booklet with a green cover finally appeared inside.

He worked hard to clean up these dilapidated tables and chairs, naturally not to simply clean the house, but to search for these books left by his former owner.

In the Spring and Autumn Annals, except for those basic Taoist classics such as the "Tao Te Ching", there are not many books collected, and most of them are privately collected by teachers and elders, so it is very difficult to borrow.

Chen Luo has been fond of reading various miscellaneous books since he was a child. Later, in order to find a way to save himself, he even read a lot of miscellaneous books and a few wonderful medicines at home. It was only after he read a lot of books and summarized the pros and cons of various classic prescriptions that he prepared by himself.

During those years, he developed the habit of flipping books at night. The mountain was closed for a long time when the Spring and Autumn Annals were closed, so he couldn't let his family send books, so he had to look for some books everywhere in the temple.

Because I accidentally found some magazine travel notes and other books from other abandoned houses, which were very useful to him. This time I came here to try my luck again, but I didn't expect to find another one for him.
Chapter completed!