Chapter 5860

"Su Guang, what do you say? What do you mean? As far as our strength is concerned, you are too much. You are also the most holy nine. Are you promoted to become a saint?" Chen Siyuan was stabbed in the pain by him and roared angrily.

"Let's see how strong you are." Zhuang Mengdie is blushing and thick neck, directly rolled up the sleeve.

"Shut up and keep your voice down. The most holy Jiupin is not good enough. You are not afraid to make people laugh." Lin Yuantang yelled. He didn't manage much in Daofu of the Qing Dynasty. Even if one of the two prefectures broke his head, he just closed his "dead door" with peace of mind. But outside, we should always protect the face of Daofu in the Qing Dynasty, and at the same time, we should also protect the dignity of the monarch.

"You are also the most holy nine." Chen Siyuan didn't want to lose face in front of outsiders. He muttered and said nothing more.

Lin Yuantang was choked by them and turned red. He also stopped talking. Several people walked up the stone ladder in silence.

"Elder martial brothers, I forgot to tell you something." Gu Fenghua saw that the atmosphere was too dull, so he digged off the topic and said.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yuantang said.

"I've taken a lot of Daoling gold from zangzhen Pavilion these days, about 5000 or 6000 pieces." Gu Fenghua a little embarrassed said.

It's 6247, top grade. Lin Yuantang murmured at the same time.

"It doesn't matter. As long as it's related to cultivation, you can just take what you need. This was originally the rule of Daofu in the Qing Dynasty." Lin Yuantang's heart was dripping with blood, but his face pretended to disapprove, and his smile was still so clear.

Anyway, she took all of them. She can't let her return them. Instead of being upset with each other, it's better to follow the flow and show the generosity of Daofu in the Qing Dynasty and let her stay.

"Yes, just take whatever you need." Zhuang Mengdie and Chen Siyuan guessed his thoughts and waved their hands.

Of course, my heart is dripping with blood.

"That's not good." Gu Fenghua was ashamed to see that they were so straightforward and generous.

"It's all right. The Taoist palace of the Qing and Yuan Dynasties has a history of tens of thousands of years. Just a few thousand pieces of Taoist gold are nothing. If it's not for the fear that the storeroom can't be put down, our Taoist gold will fill the whole treasure house." Zhuang Mengdie waved her hand again and said with great pride.

Lin Yuantang can't say all the good things by himself. As a prefect, he should show his courage.

"So it is. I was worried about your heartache. It seems that I am too mean. Since you don't care, I'll get more for you this time. " Gu Fenghua smell speech finally put down the psychological burden, a face relaxed said.

Think about it. Daofu in the Qing Dynasty was one of the top Daofu in the world. No matter how it declined, the inside information was still there. How could several elder martial brothers be distressed by just a few thousand pieces of Daoling gold.

After all, I'm from Wuji holy heaven. I started too low and haven't seen the world.

Obviously, Miss Gu overestimated the Qing Yuan Daofu and several senior brothers.

Who said they don't love, they have been hurt like a knife, OK?

Hear his words, Zhuang Mengdie mouth corner a draw, almost can't resist to ruthlessly give oneself a slap: let your mouth cheap!

Lin Yuantang and Chen Siyuan look at him at the same time, and they want to slap him: let your mouth cheap!