Chapter 218

Others, wait outside.

For a long time.

No movement.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a pig killing cry broke the silence of the cold night, and then a white robed figure broke through the window and hit them at their feet.

"What is this?"

The crowd looked at the young white robed man under their feet and heard a voice of doubt.

"Ah, it's me. Ouch, it hurts!"

The white robed man was the fifth sky. The voice of mourning came from his mouth. He held an immature face, and his mouth was cold.

Seeing this, they immediately dropped pity eyes on the fifth leader.

What happened!

"Then, continue?"

At this time, Yun xianque asked carefully.

"Still going?"

"If you want to go, I won't go anyway. Sobbing..."

The fifth sky held his face and cried, "this broken noodles is more terrible than the pig killer just now. Who the fuck is this? He only hits the face..."

People look at me and I look at you. They are speechless.

He left Pingjiang city in the dark.

……

"Master, trust me!"

Somewhere in Pingjiang City, calligraphy, piano and painting are holding a sound transmission jade slip, which is in contact with Xueqin bamboo, the leader of the magic sound sect.

"Disciple, I've received news about Pingjiang city. This person can kill Jiang Yu with one blow. It really shows that he is a martial saint or even an expert of Emperor Wu. But is it too abrupt for you to promise Tianchan silk?" Xueqin bamboo asked in a slightly reproachful voice.

"Master, it's not like this. This gentleman is definitely more than Emperor Wu!"

Shuqin painting anxiously explained: "the things he created contain strong martial spirit and artistic conception. This is not what Emperor Wu can do at all, and his handwriting is big enough to the sky!"

"Big to the sky?"

Xueqin asked, "how big is it?"

The calligraphy, piano and painting bit their red lips and recalled the scene seen in the martial arts school. Then they solemnly said: "the calligraphy and paintings made on his rice paper are comparable to the emperor's treasures, but they are such valuable things that he uses them as toilet paper."

"Toilet paper?"

Xueqin bamboo frowned and didn't react.

"Er, to be more popular, that is, it is used to wipe, wipe... Buttocks." Calligraphy, piano and painting are difficult to say. I'm afraid this word came from her for the first time.

"Ha ha."

However, Xueqin bamboo laughed.

"Disciple, I understand that you should try your best to make friends with this master, and it is really for the sake of my magic sound sect. However, Tianchan silk is not trivial, and it is of great significance to my magic sound sect. I think we should think about it in the long run!"

obviously.

Xueqin bamboo doesn't believe what calligraphy, piano and painting say.

Hearing the speech, Shuqin's face became anxious, and he solemnly explained, "master, I really didn't lie, and I have promised the elder. The elder has promised that as long as I send him Tianchan silk, he can make a painting at our request and trust me!"

"Disciple, it's not that your master is unreasonable, but your means are too illusory. I can't believe it because I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I can't directly take out the Baotian toad silk of the Zhenzong of the magic sound sect." Xueqin bamboo refused.

"Master!"

"This is a god given opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it in the future!" Shuqin painting said anxiously.

Wen Yan.

The beautiful young woman Xueqin bamboo sitting on the top of the mountain was silent.

Although this thing was unreal, she could not believe it, but she also understood that his apprentice's personality would never be aimless.

Never said such a thing to her.

Thinking of this, she sighed, changed her attention and said, "in that case, after a while, I'll finish my work and take Tianchan silk to Pingjiang city to see if it's really making plans as you said!"

"Master, if it takes a while, everything will be late. Trust me, master. This time you really have to trust me. Opportunities don't wait."

Shuqin painting was about to cry at this moment, and said eagerly: "although what I said is incredible, the fact is so. Master, you can come here as soon as possible."

"Oh, that's all. I'll leave tomorrow!"

Xueqin bamboo sighed. There was no way.

Wen Yan, calligraphy, piano and painting were relieved, so he found a place to live in Pingjiang city and waited for the arrival of Xueqin bamboo.

Although Nansha is far from Pingjiang City, you can still get there quickly with the cultivation of Xueqin bamboo.

Two days later.

When Shuqin painting really saw this strange woman who brought the demon sound sect to glory by herself, Shuqin painting was relieved.

"I've seen you, master!" Calligraphy, piano and painting respectfully said.

"How are you recovering from the damage that old bastard Jiang Yu brought you?" Seeing the lover of Shuqin painting, Xueqin bamboo showed a gentle smile.

"Thank you for your concern. The disciple's injury healed the same day at the elder." Shuqin painting said.

"You, you said this man so miraculously. I'll have a good look to see if it's as you said." Xueqinzhu looked at his lover and said angrily.

Shuqin Hua bowed his head, remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "master, have you got the Tianchan ribbon?"

"Alas, disciple, Tianchan silk is the treasure of my family. How can I take it out at will?" Xueqinzhu shook his head and said, "take me to meet this so-called expert first. If he is really as magical as you said, don't you give him Tianchan silk at that time?"

"What?"

"Master, you?"

Shuqin Hua suddenly changed his face and said reproachfully, "I promised that the elder would give him the Tianchan ribbon as soon as possible, but you didn't bring the Tianchan ribbon?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, and I really want the Tianchan silk of the demon sound sect. It's not so easy. You have to show me his real skills?" Xueqin bamboo said nothing.

But Shuqin painting turned pale.

After being silent for a long time, he raised his head and said solemnly, "master, you are very wrong about this matter. Maybe, our demon sound sect will lose a great opportunity!"

"You child, how do you talk to me as a teacher?"

"If you don't give him Tianchan silk, will he kill my demon voice sect? In addition, Tianchan silk is the treasure that is infinitely close to the imperial product. What kind of opportunity can compare with the value of Tianchan silk itself? "

Xueqin bamboo doesn't think so.

Although she understood that the one mentioned in Shuqin painting might be a martial saint or even an expert of Emperor Wu, she also understood the benefits of making friends with such people.

But.

She doesn't think that the benefits of making friends with such experts can surpass the value of Tianchan silk itself!