Every day the puppet is playing dead

Yuan Wuxin and Chongyu found the servant who led the way the night before, and expressed their intention to go to Lingxian Pavilion to see Mr. Hua.

Although the servant was surprised, he followed Yuan Wuxin's intention and led the way.

Under the guidance of the servant, Yuan Wuxin and his party passed through the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and finally saw the Lingxian Pavilion.

Lingxian Pavilion is a sect. Several pavilions are located on the cliffs, and the clouds and mists in the mountains and forests are lingering between the pavilions, looming.

Located on another mountain peak in the far north is the Observatory, where it is said that the owner of the Lingxian Pavilion will observe the stars and divination.

"Wow! So beautiful."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Bai couldn't help but let out a sigh.

In the game, players have great power, and the map is basically open to all players, that is to say, players can also enter Lingxian Pavilion;

However, because the conditions required to enter the Lingxian Pavilion are harsh, and players cannot find a "flower hunter", no player is willing to do this task, let alone enter the Lingxian Pavilion.

It was also the first time for Chongyu to see the true appearance of Lingxian Pavilion.

His eyes also showed wonder, but he restrained himself a little, and didn't shout out like Xiaobai.

"Several, please come with the younger ones."

The servant nodded and bowed to several people.

This servant was quite interesting, although his attitude was respectful, but when he spoke, his eyes were very offensive, falling on Xiao Bai from time to time, as if he was evaluating something.

No one cared about the servant's little gesture, because they focused more on meeting Mr. Hua.

After walking through several covered bridges, everyone finally saw Mr. Hua in a small pavilion on the top of a small mountain.

At that time, the weather was just right, the sun was pouring down, Mr. Hua was leaning on the railing, smoking lazily.

The gorgeous clothes he was wearing reflected colorful light under the sun. Suddenly, the fancy clothes were so overwhelming that no one could notice Mr. Hua's face.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?"

Seeing Yuan Wuxin's group, Mr. Hua turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked directly.

After saying this, Mr. Hua took a puff of the jade cigarette holder, sparks flickered in front of the bong, and then he exhaled a puff of smoke.

White smoke lingered in the small pavilion, blurring Mr. Hua's face.

Yuan Wuxin withdrew his gaze from looking at Mr. Hua, and lowered his head to glance at the abacus in the pavilion and the ledger spread out on the stone table.

The ink on the ledger is still wet.

Yuan Wuxin took a step forward, sat opposite Mr. Hua, and said:

"As I said, I want to see the pavilion master."

Mr. Hua smiled slightly:

"I also told you that the pavilion master is currently retreating, and he doesn't see anyone."

"Retreat requires a reason."

"What is the reason for the retreat?"

Mr. Hua said.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Hua shifted his gaze to the two people behind Yuan Wuxin.

He looked at Xiaobai for a long while, then raised his hand, and with the bong in his hand, knocked lightly on the railing of the pavilion, and said:

"Let's all sit down and talk."

Chongyu and Xiaobai were taken aback.

Xiaobai didn't have any psychological shadows, he sat on one of the stone chairs with a playful smile, with a look of fun on his face.

Chongyu hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to sit beside Yuan Wuxin.

Yuan Wuxin's attitude became tougher, and his tone was not kind:

"In any case, I need the pavilion master to give me an explanation, you can take me to his retreat place."

Hearing this, Mr. Hua's eyes changed, he raised his hand, took a puff of cigarette, then spit it out, and asked Yuan Wuxin impatiently:

"What the hell are you looking for, the cabinet master?"

Yuan Wuxin paused, he said:

"Take that glazed venetian lamp."

"Glass blinds?"

Master Hua clicked his tongue and said,

"It's really strange. It's just a lamp. You can ask for it, but the leader of the Immortal Cultivation League wants it too."

For monks in the realm of comprehension, the glazed venetian lamp is nothing more than an ordinary lamp.

The lamp served no particular purpose, nor brought any convenience to its owner.

Its only advantage is that when it is lit, the light is crystal clear and very beautiful.

Thinking of this, Mr. Hua showed a malicious smile at Yuan Wuxin:

"Since you all want... I'm a businessman, and the one with the highest price will get the lamp."

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxin's face darkened:

"I've already made an agreement with your Pavilion Master, but you're going back on your word?"

Yuan Wuxin didn't say the latter words, but everyone present knew that Yuan Wuxin was alluding to Mr. Hua as a "businessman", even disregarding the reputation of the Pavilion Master.

"That's what he agreed with you, what's the matter with me?"

Mr. Hua tapped the bong in his hand, and took another puff.

The bong in his hand was extremely gorgeous. The bong was made of gold and silver, inlaid with many fine gemstones. The whole bong followed the movements of Mr. Hua's hands, shining brightly in the sun.

"See those ledgers?"

Mr. Hua took a puff of cigarette, then he pointed to the bong spread out on the table with the bong,

"I did all of this."

Amidst the smog, Mr. Hua raised his head, lost in memory:

"It's ridiculous. As a monk, he is indeed a genius; but so what? No matter how good he is in cultivation, he doesn't know anything about business, but he almost destroyed Lingxian Pavilion."

This "he" refers to the Pavilion Master of Lingxian Pavilion.

The world's evaluation of the master of the Lingxian Pavilion is exactly the opposite of the evaluation of Mr. Hua.

Many people say that the master of the Lingxian Pavilion is radiant, unstained by dust, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world;

As for Mr. Hua, many people said that Mr. Hua was full of money and only knew how to make money. He was purely a mortal who only wanted money.

The cultivation realm of the two is also very different.

All in all, the master of the Lingxian Pavilion and Mr. Hua's style evaluation, one is in the sky, the other is underground, the difference between the two is cloud and mud.

However, as Mr. Hua said now, the operation of a sect does not depend on a certain high-level monk. After all, it is difficult to support a single tree.

Before Mr. Hua appeared, the world talked about the Lingxian Pavilion, praised it as worthy of being a martial arts school with rich heritage, and regretted that the Lingxian Pavilion is about to decline;

After all, there are not many disciples in a sect, and the sect can't even support the basic living expenses. If this continues, the sect will be annexed by other sects sooner or later.

After Mr. Hua appeared, these claims gradually disappeared.

Lingxian Pavilion gradually got rid of the initial embarrassment, became prosperous, and became known to the world. When the world talked about it, they would say that Lingxian Pavilion had regained its glory.

In addition to the great honor, Mr. Hua also did some things that caused public outrage, which is also the reason why his rating plummeted——

It was Mr. Hua, who proposed to find a "key" to enter Lingxian Pavilion.

This extremely high threshold stopped many monks who wanted to eat the free rice in the Lingxian Pavilion, and made many monks yell at Mr. Hua, thinking that Mr. Hua violated the original philosophy of the owner of the Lingxian Pavilion, and he was not worthy of being a monk.

However, the owner of Lingxian Pavilion never expressed dissatisfaction with Mr. Hua, he seemed to acquiesce to Mr. Hua's actions.

Yuan Wuxin didn't want to hear Mr. Hua explain his mental journey, so he interrupted Mr. Hua impatiently and asked:

"That Wan Tubai, what did he promise you?"

"I've been stuck at the bottleneck of cultivation for a long time."

Mr. Hua glanced at Yuan Wuxin and said,

"He helped me improve a prescription, and...he said that he was looking for the blood of the Protoss for me recently."

"Joke, the Protoss will give them blood?"

"Ah... so... I still have a pack of medicine here."

After experiencing Xiaobai's incident, Mr. Hua understood that what he needed was pure god blood, so he went to all the doctors in Lingxian Pavilion and asked them to make a medicine.

A medicine that controls changes in the blood vessels.

"Tonight is the night of the full moon."

Mr. Hua's eyes fell on Xiao Bai who was beside him. He put a small porcelain bottle in his hand on the stone table, and then explained slowly,

"On the night of the full moon, the effect of this medicine can be exerted."

As we all know, when the mixed blood is on a full moon night, the blood vessels in the body will change.

Under normal circumstances, the strong blood gray in the mixed blood has an advantage in order to ensure its own survival;

And on the night of the full moon, the weaker bloodline in the mixed blood will occupy the main position at this special moment, that is, the half-demon degenerates.

The potion made by Mr. Hua can stimulate the blood of the god race in the half-demon, allowing the blood of the god race in the half-demon to temporarily maintain its dominant position, and that time is the only time when the blood of the god race can be drawn out.

Now, the purpose of Mr. Hua giving this bottle of potion is self-evident.

You know, Xiaobai has the blood of the Protoss.

"I suggest you find a few more."

When everyone's eyes fell on the small porcelain vase, Mr. Hua reminded,

"Mr. Wen made this in a hurry. I don't know how effective the medicine is, so prepare a few more, so as not to die after taking the medicine."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the pavilion froze instantly.

Mr. Hua didn't let Xiaobai go, he was just taking revenge on Xiaobai in another way.

Xiaobai stared at the small white porcelain bottle on the table as if looking at a bomb instead of potion;

Yuan Wuxin was expressionless, but the hand hanging by his side gradually clenched into a fist:

"You are ignoring the lives of those mixed blood."

"Hey, on weekdays, our Mr. Wen saved so many people, but now he just asks to kill a few half-bloods... The half-bloods who died, no matter in terms of number or their status, can't match the people saved by Mr. Wen ah."

Mr. Hua blinked his eyes, feeling quite innocent.

Yuan Wuxin stood up, and he turned around directly, as if he was about to leave.

"I suggest you think about it~~"

Mr. Hua said slowly,

"This is your only chance, otherwise, I will sell that lamp directly to the Xiuxianmeng."

Yuan Wuxin glanced back at Mr. Hua, and then he strode away without saying a word.

Xiaobai looked at the white porcelain bottle on the table, and then at Chongyu who was sitting beside him.

Chongyu sighed, stood up, picked up the bottle of medicine, and dragged Xiaobai out of the pavilion.

After silently watching the three people leave, Mr. Hua took a puff of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and murmured:

"Is that a puppet? I think Mr. Wen would like it."

……

After returning to Wanhua Valley, the three of them sat around and looked at the white porcelain vase on the table.

There was no trace of fear on Xiaobai's face, he suggested enthusiastically:

"Let me drink."

Yuan Wuxin, who had been meditating all this time, raised his head, looked at Xiaobai, and asked:

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm a player, and I won't 'die'."

Xiaobai waved his hands and spoke without restraint. He seemed to have thought of something, and said to Chongyu with a smile,

"Right?"

Chong Yu: "..."

Against Yuan Wuxin's suspicious eyes, Chongyu said expressionlessly:

"Don't look at me, I don't know."

After a pause, Chongyu suggested:

"How about I go see Mr. Wen? Maybe he can help? "

After all, Mr. Hua said that this potion was made by Mr. Wen.

"It's useless."

Yuan Wuxin shook his head, denying Chongyu's statement,

"It is rumored that Mr. Wen from Lingxian Pavilion doesn't see any visitors during the day."

If you go to Mr. Wen at night, it will be too late.

Hearing this explanation, Chong Yu muffledly responded and stopped talking.

While Chongyu was still racking his brains to think about the way out, Xiao Baiyan was quick and quick. He didn't want to continue to entangle in such trivial matters here, so he immediately picked up the white porcelain bottle, took off the hat, and took advantage of the time when the two of them were not paying attention. Just took a sip.

After drinking, Xiaobai wrinkled his face and complained:

"so bitter."

"Fuck!"

Chongyu was startled, he quickly snatched the white porcelain bottle from Xiaobai's hands, and cursed angrily,

"Do you even dare to eat arsenic?"

Yuan Wuxin also stood up subconsciously. He looked at Xiao Bai and frowned.

"What are you afraid of?"

Xiaobai hiccupped, and he said with a smile,

"Anyway, I'm the only mixed blood with the blood of the gods around here. Instead of getting entangled, it's better to drink early and pass birth early."

As soon as the words fell, Xiaobai hiccupped several times in succession, and then Xiaobai showed a strange look:

"I seem to be changing."

"Huh? But, it's not the night of the full moon yet."

"puff--"

A puff of smoke rose suddenly.

After the smoke dissipated, only a pile of clothes remained where Xiao Bai was sitting.

Chong Yu: "...Xiaobai?"

He squatted down and picked up the clothes on the ground, only to see a small, white fox.

The white fox opened a pair of golden animal eyes. After the clothes on its body were lifted, it uttered to Chongyu:

"Hey—"

Cute things are cute, very cute.

However, out of season.

Chong Yu took a deep breath, covered the white fox with the clothes in his hand, then turned his head and asked Yuan Wuxin:

"It's over, where can we find other hybrids with the blood of the Protoss now?"

Yuan Wuxin's complexion became silent, and his downcast eyes were silent for a long time before he said:

"I can give it a try."

Chong Yu:?

"Just for one night."

Yuan Wuxin turned his head slightly to avoid Chongyu's sight, and then seemed a little difficult to speak, and said in a shy voice,

"At worst, I'll take the medicine Yi Sheng gave me again."