Chapter 212 Demon Seal (1)

The persimmon tree in the courtyard of the Miaokong Temple is blooming.

The flowers are small and bright yellow, not as fresh as pear blossoms, and not as delicate as peach blossoms.

On the willow tree at the foot of the mountain, bunches of colorful lanterns were wrapped around them. The lanterns were only the size of fists.

The business of Huajinlou is still as prosperous as in the past, and the hall is full of seats. Today, the shopkeeper Jin has won a batch of new treasures and is bidding and auctioning in the hall, and the atmosphere is very lively.

A handsome young man with a silver spear walked by absentmindedly, his red hairband streaked brightly in the night, until it hit a fragrant wind, and the enchantingly dressed proprietress hurried over with a fan and said with a smile. : "Baby, you are really on time."

Gu Baiying ignored her greeting and said bluntly, "Where's the stick."

"Long time no see, you don't even know how to care, you know that you miss your stick." Jin Feicui pretended to sigh: "It really is a boy who is outgoing—" Seeing that Gu Baiying was about to fry her hair, the female shopkeeper was busy and restrained. Smiling: "You go to the second floor first, wait for a moment, I'll fetch it for you."

The boy who led the way took Gu Baiying to the elegant seat on the second floor by the riverside. There was no wine today, only a pot of clear tea, which was served in a snow-colored white porcelain cup, green and green.

When the second cup of tea was drunk, the bead curtain was lifted, and Jin Jade came in holding a long wooden box.

The beauty put the wooden box on the table, smiled at Gu Baiying and pouted: "Nuo, it's here. I paid a lot of money to invite this craftsman, just to melt the sword into a stick, craft money But there are quite a few, after all the calculations, I Jin Feicui also made a loss-making business."

Without saying a word, Gu Baiying opened the wooden box.

The bottom of the wooden box was covered with a layer of snow-white silk, and on the white silk lay a long blue stick. This stick is green, like green bamboo. As soon as I started it, I felt a little chilly, like the evening wind blowing through the bamboo forest, and the gurgling flow was full of vitality. The craftsmanship of the stick casting is very outstanding, the arc is just right, smooth and translucent, and there is a small crystal frost flower at the handle of the stick.

"The casting master said that the frost flower on the original sword was exquisitely carved. It would be a pity to melt it, so I kept it. I thought that Miss Yang was a woman, and it would not hurt to make the magic weapon more beautiful, so I agreed."

This stick is naturally made, both delicate and natural. It may have some talismans re-drawn on it, and its Yuan force is surging. Even in the Taiyan School, it is a rare and top-quality spiritual tool.

Can't really find anything to be picky about.

Gu Baiying closed the lid of the box and looked at Jin Feicui: "How many spiritual stones did you lose, I will make up for it."

"Forget it, forget it." Jin Feicui held down the hand he wanted to take the Qiankun bag, and said angrily: "You rarely ask me to do something, and you are polite to me. But I see that you look better than last time. Many, what, what's the fun thing about recently?"

Jin Feicui didn't know about the damage to Gu Baiying's spiritual veins. Naturally, he had no way of knowing that since he returned from the treasure hunt, Li Danshu had already given Gu Baiying one of the medicinal pills he had made from the fruit of the holy tree, which was somewhat beneficial. The spiritual veins are gradually being repaired, and the original energy that he had previously concealed does not need to be restrained any more, and naturally it seems to be on a higher level than before.

"That's it, nothing good." Gu Baiying looked outside: "It's not early, I should go back."

"I just came and I'm leaving," Jin Feicui asked, "Why don't you watch it? I just picked up a few treasures today."

"No," the boy refused politely, "it's all old-fashioned stuff, nothing new."

Hearing this, Jin Feicui raised her eyebrows and said with a sneer, "Gu Baiying, don't be ashamed, who was rolling around in the warehouse of my painting Jinlou when I was a child, and didn't want to leave, Xuan Lingzi cried when he called back to the sect, but now it's the other way around. Do you dislike me for being too small here? Let me tell you, even in the world of immortals, painting Jinlou is quite famous. I, Jin Feicui, don’t like the rubbish in your sect.”

"Treasurer Jin," Gu Baiying couldn't stand her chatter and couldn't help interrupting her: "It's not that the things in your building are bad, it's me, it's my fault, okay? I have nothing to buy. Come back next time. Can you join us?"

"There's nothing to buy," Jin Feicui glared at him: "You just give this stick directly to Miss Yang?"

"otherwise?"

"You have a romantic face, how can you be so ignorant." Jin Feicui scolded him: "Can't you buy something else and give it to her? How can someone else give a girl a gift, why would they give a spiritual tool directly, you? It's not about honoring the master."

"Send something?" The boy asked inexplicably, "If it's not a relative, what do you give?"

"Send flowers, lights and stars, buy jade, buy gold, buy pearls and hairpins!" Jin Feicui pointed at his forehead, "If you don't do anything, I think you can only have trouble with her for the rest of your life. No relatives."

Gu Baiying's face darkened, she stood up and put a handful of spirit stones on the table: "It's even weirder to send something out of nowhere." He picked up the silver gun and picked up the wooden box on the table: "Let's go first, come back next time to join us."

The figure of the young man quickly disappeared outside the Huajin Building, and it was too late for Jin Feicui to arrest him, so he had to rest his chin in one hand, staring at the dazzling river, and sighed deeply.

"Both mother and son have the same virtue, which makes others anxious to see."

Gu Baiying left from the Huajin Building and returned to the sect, it was already very late, he did not go to the Miaokong Palace, he only put away the green stick, and decided to give it to the hairpin the next day.

The second day was a sunny day. It was summer in Gufeng Mountain. Although the mountain was not as hot as the mountain below, the days became longer. When the sun came out, there were faint hot flashes. The flowers and plants outside the hall were dazzled by the sun in the afternoon, but in the early morning, they were extraordinarily vibrant.

Mendong went to Xiaoyao Hall early in the morning and met Tian Fangfang at the door with a box of peanut cakes.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother!" Tian Fangfang called him from behind.

As soon as Mendong stopped, he scratched his ears in dissatisfaction: "Senior brother, why are you so loud, I can hear you."

Tian Fangfang shoved the delicately wrapped peanut cake into Mendong's hand: "The pastor asked me to bring it to you. He left Hongtai early in the morning, so he asked me to give it to you. I guess you are coming. In the uncle's hall, I have kept half a column of incense here."

Meng Dong took the box and took a look, opened it, this peanut cake is very beautifully made, a small one, at first glance, it looks like real peanuts. Mendong nodded with satisfaction: "Panxiangzhai's peanut cakes are good, the young people are very sincere, and it's not in vain for my painstaking efforts."