Chapter 89： Lingshi pile

Hearing Zhang Shiping's politeness, Xu Lin, the housewife, didn't insist anymore. They entered the mansion together, and after passing the screen wall, they saw a few white stone roads stretching in the past, with trees on both sides and shimmering waves in the distance. .

The servants of Xu's mansion came over with several carriages, all of which were docile mares, the old lady of Xu's mansion invited Zhang Shiping to get on the carriage, Zhang Shiping did as the Romans did, and did not refuse.

Zhang Shiping is a cultivator who established the foundation, and he can walk much faster than this spring horse, but the women and children of Xu's mansion can't stand it. When Zhang Shiping came to visit as a guest, he couldn't embarrass his master. If he, a cultivator, walked, then the Xu family, as the master, would not be able to ride in a carriage.

Besides, this Xu Mansion is much bigger than Li Mansion in Qingyuan City. When Zhang Shiping was waiting outside, he scanned it with his spiritual sense.

The Xu mansion is surrounded by an area of ​​seven or eight miles, with a small lake in the middle. There are more than a dozen courtyards near or far from this lake. They are not village women who can climb mountains and go to sea, they can't bear to walk like this.

The carriage was led by a servant and walked along the white stone road by the lake. Zhang Shiping was sitting in the carriage, since the old lady and Xu Lin were both female relatives, it was inconvenient to be in the same carriage with Zhang Shiping, so Xu Lin sent a handsome maid to wait on her.

This maid wearing a lavender skirt was specially trained by the Xu Mansion to entertain distinguished guests from an early age.

But Zhang Shiping didn't have such thoughts, he exuded a little spiritual pressure, and this originally clever maid was as obedient as a little rabbit, looking at Zhang Shiping, but couldn't make a sound, she could only look at it weakly, her eyes were like autumn water.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhang Shiping closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about how he had offended that senior, and thinking about his identity.

Zhang Shiping frowned tightly, unable to imagine how he offended that person. If he was a senior member of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult, he would definitely be unable to escape if he pulled out the Ten Thousand Blood Cult stronghold, so this judgment was directly ruled out by Zhang Shiping.

After much deliberation, Zhang Shiping didn't know what to do, and in the end he could only attribute this incident to a joke made by a senior expert in the gaming world.

The brown mare pulling the cart was walking leisurely, Zhang Shiping didn't think about it, whether it was a blessing or a disaster, if it was a disaster, he couldn't avoid it. Squeezed little ants.

No matter how much the ants think, will anyone care? Zhang Shiping laughed at himself. It's just that this feeling is uncomfortable, Zhang Shiping didn't say anything harsh, but he clenched his fist in his right hand, and it took a while before he let go.

He lifted the curtain of the car window and looked at the lake quietly. There were several magnolia boats moored on the shore. There was a pavilion in the lake. The lotus leaves around the pavilion were green, and there were lotus flowers in bud, with dragonflies standing on the flower buds.

The weather at this time is neither hot nor cold, the wind ruffles the lake, and some birds are singing in the treetops.

After the carriage traveled all the way, Zhang Shiping was welcomed into the reception flower hall by the people of the Xu residence. After talking with Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Xu Lin for a while, a middle-aged man in a long gown who hurried over entered the hall. After paying homage to Mrs. Xu, she looked at Zhang Shiping.

This majestic man had already sized Zhang Shiping up since he came in, but he only took a few glances, and the man withdrew his gaze.

"Xu Family Xu Songming pays homage to Zhang Xianshi." This is the Patriarch of the Xu Family who rushed back from the yamen and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Jiaozuo sect monk Zhang Shiping has met Patriarch Xu." Zhang Shiping replied.

In fact, Zhang Shiping and everyone in the Xu family have nothing to talk about, like fish in the water and birds in the sky, living in two different worlds.

So after a while, when Zhang Shiping's tone revealed that he wanted to rest, Xu Songming also got up, called the maid, and took Zhang Shiping to a yard named Tingtao Yayuan not far away.

After Zhang Shiping left, Xu Songming heaved a sigh of relief. Zhang Shiping just sat there without revealing the slightest bit of spiritual pressure, but his demeanor couldn't be matched by those immortal masters in Xuzhou City.

The maid who led the way led Zhang Shiping through a forest path, and came to a small courtyard. The courtyard was not big, but the layout was very particular.

Zhang Shiping is very satisfied with the courtyard of Tingtao Yayuan, especially the rockery in the courtyard, the Haitao stone is all dark, and most of them are jagged and strange rocks.

There is a clear spring left on the stone mountain, and the spring water is surging.

Zhang Shiping nodded in satisfaction, and he told the maid to let him go out, and don't bother him with anything other than Senior Lin's return.

As for the daily meals, Zhang Shiping specially asked him not to send them.

After hearing this, the maid replied softly: "Yes." Then she slowly exited the yard.

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At night, in Tingtao Yayuan, in an elegant room, Zhang Shiping threw out a few small flags and arranged a formation.

Then Zhang Shiping sat on the pear blossom stool, and he swept the tea set on the round table to the edge of the table. In the middle of the round table, there were more than a dozen storage bags.

This time, Zhang Shiping gained a lot from the extermination of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult's stronghold in Qingyuan City. The first storage bag on his right is owned by that Hall Master Su.

After Zhang Shiping erased the imprint left by Hall Master Su on the storage bag, he input mana and took out all the items in the storage bag. The aura flickered, and soon a lot of things appeared on the ground.

In addition to a large pile of spirit stones of different colors, there are also the ghost-headed white shield and the white hemp ghost banner, which Zhang Shiping misses the most. They are also magical weapons used by a foundation-building monk.

Although the quality is only the best of the first order, Zhang Shiping is in urgent need of magic weapons. UU Reading His thick soil purple gold shield can't hold on for long. Zhang Shiping picked up the ghost-headed white shield and looked at it, and then input mana, but this shield made Zhang Shiping feel very awkward. The fire attribute mana just happened to be incompatible with this gloomy shield.

Zhang Shiping had no choice but to put down the ghost-headed white shield, and then picked up the white hemp ghost banner. As soon as his hands were cold, he input mana, and the ghosts inside immediately wanted to rush out. The canvas fluttered, and several heads squeezed out of the canvas. The oil lamp on the lamp stand inside was blown out by a small part by the sudden wind.

Without the suppression of the magic power of that Hall Master Su, the ghosts in the white horse ghost streamer calmed down. Zhang Shiping stretched out his hand, and with the palm of his hand glowing, he pressed towards the ghost's head, and pressed the restless ghosts into the bag again. In the ghost streamer.

Zhang Shiping, who was still holding out some hopes, checked the two magical artifacts, and after confirming that there was no problem, he reluctantly put them into his storage bag.

Zhang Shiping simply took out more than a dozen storage bags, and all kinds of things on the ground were continuously released from the storage bags, until Zhang Shiping got out the storage bag obtained by the monk Mo Gu.

Looking at the spiritual objects occupying most of the room, Zhang Shiping couldn't help swallowing. He had roughly scanned every storage bag, but it was far less shocking than taking out all the spiritual stones inside.

Zhang Shiping repacked more than a dozen empty storage bags into his bosom, and looked at the ground in a comfortable mood. The piles of spiritual stones were shining with colorful lights, and some of the colors inside were brighter.

Those were middle-grade spirit stones. Zhang Shiping immediately performed the imperial object technique, took out the middle-grade spirit stones one by one, checked them carefully, and put the spirit stones into his storage bag after he found nothing wrong.