Excalibur of Seven Fantasies, a top-grade jewel, was once offered 200 million lingshi, but Taishilin didn’t sell it.
His consciousness is obvious-I even returned to you everything worth 200 million Lingshi, and I still care about just 100 million?
After plundering and amassing wealth in the underground world, Chen Shaobai is extremely rich. Although his wealth accumulation can’t compare with some immortal fairyland old monsters, he can’t compete with him, even the demon dragons and beasts who are famous for their love of money are no exception.
"What do you want from me?"
Taishilin’s face is slightly red-this time it is blushing, not pretending before.
"I just want to communicate with my sister."
Chen Shaobai corners of the mouth xìng with a meaningful smile, secretly running the life’s core monuments world, and selectively leaking out a point of his own breath.
A force that doesn’t need to be ethereal and unpredictable by ordinary monks emanates from his body, lingering endlessly and never retreating for a long time.
It is the power of incense belief!
"This, this is not …"
I always thought that I and Shangguan Yue were the only inheritance of the ancient faith in the world. Today, Ri suddenly saw a "peer" and Taishilin was horrified. Only she knew it.
"faith."
Chen Shaobai indifference to spit out two words, will be a lucky Taishilin heart completely destroyed.
"Who are you? What do you want to do! "
Taishilin said with a strong voice, trying to cover up her vulnerability. In this kind of emergency, she has already been flustered. The first reaction is to look for Shangguan Yue and listen to his advice, so that it is convenient to act. But the two are separated by Wan Li, so how can distant water put out a near fire?
The outstanding rookie of Xiandao conveniently laid a large array of sound insulation, forming a closed space between them and trying his best to give off his own breath. All poured on Chen Shaobai.
"When wisdom can’t solve the problem, use force. This is the simplest and most direct method."
Shangguan Yuelin’s words before leaving were deeply engraved in her heart, and Taishilin never forgot them for a moment.
Take the lead in imposing manner and seize the other party’s mind. The next conversation is much more convenient.
But to her horror, somehow, Chen Shaobai, who is just quenching gas and heavy evil fire, is in front of her, just like Heaven and Fairy Mountain of Science, which is huge and huge, and her breath cannot be shaken at all.
"When a person wants to solve a problem by violence. It often means that he has run out of skills. "
Chen Shaobai’s voice is indifferent as usual, and there has never been a trace of waves: "Besides, my intention has already indicated that I just want to communicate with my sister."
"The so-called one meter short, two meter long. Building a car behind closed doors is not the right way. "
Listening to this well-founded suggestion, I felt the sincerity of Chen Shaobai’s eyesight, and Taishilin looked at him for half a ring, then slowly nodded his head.
"Let me see your magic stove first."
"Shenzao?" Chen Shaobai dazed, some don’t understand this new term.
This seemingly omnipotent and omniscient younger brother finally revealed what he didn’t understand in front of himself. Taishilin’s face showed a knowing smile: "The so-called god stove is the instrument of faith."
"I see."
Chen Shaobai suddenly realized that he would take out the fragments of Zhuang Wang from the life’s core monuments world and hand them to each other without scruple.
This thing is dark. Without any luster, it looks unremarkable, but in the eyes of people who know the way of faith, its value is comparable to that of Taoism.
Taishilin carefully looked at the fragment and half rang before reluctantly returning it to Chen Shaobai. The beautiful eyes are full of color, flashing with strange taste: "Do you know the value of this thing to monks like us?"
"I don’t know the specific value, but I have a rough estimate." Chūn Shaobai still smiles so warmly, which makes people feel like the wind.
"The god of XuanXian kitchen. If you have the right method, you can even practice all the way to the peak of quenching gas. This thing is priceless. Aren’t you afraid that I will eat black? " Taishilin hesitated, but still asked.
"Elder martial sister knows the righteousness deeply and hates evil as hatred. How can she be self-indulgent?" Chen Shaobai smiled.
Joke! If you really want to eat black, who will die sometime? He is surrounded by God and the power of the world, and he is afraid of a ball!
The so-called flower sedan chair is carried by two people. If it sounds good, normal people like it. Hearing the flattery of Chen Shaobai, the "most outstanding junior of the same generation", Taishilin’s eyebrows slightly tilted, with a smile on her mouth: "You are right, building a car behind closed doors is not conducive to progress. You and I should learn from the same door, but we should help each other and make progress together."
"It should be so."
Chen Shaobai nodded with a smile, leaned out of the palm of his hand, and set more chains around the closed cave.
However, in a moment, the cave where the two were located became impenetrable, and no one could break into it and hear their conversation.
Time flies, and three days have passed in a hurry.
During this time, the two exchanged ideas about the way of faith, reminded each other and made progress together.
Taishilin got a complete inheritance, like a student who graduated from a regular class, while Chen Shaobai, a genius with unconstrained thoughts but never bound by education, has endless whimsy.
At first, they just tried to test xìng’s communication. As time went on, they completely opened their hearts and poured out all their thoughts.
"All firewood is high, cloud teacher younger brother, what you said is really reasonable. If it weren’t for your appearance, I still don’t know how stupid my previous method of cultivating believers was. "
In three days, Chen Shaobai surprised Taishilin so much that she couldn’t count herself. She consciously made great progress in the means of cultivating devout believers.
"Joke, what China has been good at for five thousand years is intrigue and intrigue. How many aborigines can it be?"