My Marriage Practice Life

Chapter 14 Can't Cure Demon Cultivator, Can't Cure You?
After thinking about it a few times, Wei Junjie judged his situation, and finally compromised.

The Taiping sect is a colossus, but it's not something he, a casual cultivator, can provoke.

He took out eight medium-grade spirit stones and six low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and smiled against his will: "Steward Wang, please count these spirit stones."

Wang Wenyan didn't expect this humble monk to give money so readily, he was surprised: "Yes."

He counted the spirit stones, put them in the storage bag after confirming that they were correct, and said, "This is the regular money due from the sect. I leave it to me..."

Wang Wenyan rubbed his thumb and index finger together, indicating that he would continue to give money.

"and also?"

Wei Junjie recalled Xu Ping's reminder to him before, and knew that the fat man in front of him was a greedy one, but he didn't expect that this man would open his hand without hiding it.

No more fig leaf.

He was aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and he would still live under his hands for a while.

After all, the King of Hell is easy to meet, and the little devil is difficult to deal with.

Wei Junjie continued to offer a few spirit stones and said, "This is my little idea, and I hope Guanshi Wang will accept it."

Wang Wenyan was both happy and dissatisfied when he accepted the three spirit stones that Wei Junjie took out.

The good news is that he was just trying to force the opponent, but he didn't expect it to happen.

Dissatisfaction is that too little is given.

Intuition told him that since the person in front of him could take out so many spirit stones at once, he should have more in his hand.

Wang Wenyan couldn't help licking his lips, and said in a strange way: "You Daoist Wei, this is a bit small-hearted."

If it was someone else, he might not have the guts to force others.

But the newly moved monk in front of him is a rootless one.

Not only did he have the guts, but he was big.

My own dignified monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining can't cure the demon cultivator, can't he cure you?
"How much does Guanshi Wang think I am thinking?" Wei Junjie forced himself to calm down.

"50 yuan low-grade spirit stone." Wang Wenyan opened his mouth loudly, and reported the number directly: "It's your first time moving here, and you don't know the situation here. The probability of something going wrong is much higher than that of other neighbors, so the cost is naturally higher. A little bit, I also collect it on an annual basis, and it will save you trouble in the future."

Wei Junjie took a deep breath, and scolded his mother in his heart, for giving so much money, he seemed to have taken advantage of it.

He forced a smile and said: "What Wang Guanshi said makes sense, and it should be done."

After speaking, he took out five middle-grade spirit stones from the storage bag like a pain in the flesh.

Wang Wenyan smiled like an old chrysanthemum when he saw the spirit stone that Wei Junjie took out.

He unceremoniously grabbed Wei Junjie's mid-grade spirit stone, nodded and said: "From now on, fellow Daoist Wei, I will arrange more visits from fellow disciples, and I will definitely keep you safe."

Wei Junjie flattered far-fetchedly: "The King Lao will take care of you."

Wang Wenyan nodded, very satisfied, and strode away with his head held high.

This time the harvest far exceeded his expectations.

In just a short while, he harvested ten middle-grade spirit stones and one low-grade spirit stone worth 16 yuan, for a total of 110 and six low-grade spirit stones.

What is this concept?
110 six pieces of low-grade spirit stones are equivalent to 110 catties of spiritual sand, and more than 1 catties of spiritual rice, which can consume half a year of practice for a fifth-level Qi Refining monk.

You can directly buy one or two slaves with spiritual roots in Taiping Town.

It's quite a lot of money.

Wang Wenyan was worried that Wei Junjie would fight him desperately when he realized it, so he walked very fast.

'Looking at his honest and honest appearance, he must have thought that what I said was the meaning of the sect, and he didn't dare to trouble me casually. '

'The world of comprehension speaks with strength.He is a little monk at the third level of Qi refining, what can he fight with me?You can't beat me. '

'I take him as he should. '

Along the way, Wang Wenyan kept giving himself psychological hints to reduce his moral burden.

Watching Wang Wenyan leave, Wei Junjie stood at the door with no expression on his face.

He saw Wang Wenyan put the spirit stone into his storage bag while walking, and the latter smiled at him with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

For such a situation, Wei Junjie really has nothing to do in the current situation.

Although Wang Wenyan is a monk at the fifth level of Qi refining, he is a member of the Taiping sect, and there are many monks at the ninth level of Qi refining.

Even if he was blackmailed by the other party as a casual cultivator, he could only swallow his anger.

No one will stand up for him.

"It's just a low-grade spirit stone worth 200 yuan. It would be nice to stay up all night later to make some talismans. Besides, the money is not for nothing, it's the sect's regular money, and it's worth it if you can buy it for a period of time."

Wei Junjie felt depressed and uncomfortable, watching Wang Wenyan disappear from his sight, and didn't make any more sound.

"Husband, what's the matter? You don't look very well." Li Siqian approached from behind and said with concern.

"It's okay. The Taiping Sect only accepts regular money."

……

call out! !

Wang Wenyan was shot through his calf by an invisible flying knife, bleeding profusely.

He couldn't stand upright, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Who? Who the hell? Dare to assassinate the steward of the Taiping sect?"

call out! !

Another invisible flying knife shot out, piercing through his other calf, and now he couldn't support himself at all.

Wang Wenyan groaned twice, forcing himself to stabilize his mind, and looked around.

There was no one around.

He couldn't help but stand on end, and hurriedly took out the amulet.

However, as soon as the talisman was taken out, Wang Wenyan found that his fingers were gone.

"what!"

Wang Wenyan let out a scream like killing a pig, covered his hands on the ground and begged for mercy: "Forgive me, fellow Daoist, forgive me."

Suddenly thought of something, he took out his storage bag and threw it forward, shouting: "Fellow Daoist, this is all my net worth, and now I give it all to Fellow Daoist, I hope you will forgive me and let me live .”

Then the surrounding area was empty and there was no one.

No one picked up the storage bags on the ground.

Wang Wenyan thought of the demonic cultivators who were raging in the town recently, only refining the soul, not seeking money, and a foul-smelling liquid suddenly flowed from his crotch.

boom!
Just when he was frightened out of his wits, a thick stick appeared out of thin air and hit him on the head, completely knocking him unconscious.

Wei Junjie looked at Wang Wenyan, who was unconscious on the ground, feeling worried, and dropped another talisman.

Then he picked up the storage bag on the ground and ran away.

When he ran a mile away, the evasion talisman had just expired and turned into a yellow talisman, which floated down powerlessly in the void, and finally dissipated into the void.

His figure manifested, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After Wang Wenyan left, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't swallow this breath.

He simply didn't do anything and kept going, became a robbery repairer once, and found a suitable opportunity to snatch his money back.

When he robbed, he didn't do anything wrong, but only crippled two fingers of Wang Wenyan.

As far as the opponent's monk physique is concerned, the remaining wound will heal after a period of time. As for whether he can walk and hold the sword again, it depends on the level of the doctor who treated him.

As long as no one is killed, Taipingzong should not go into it.

After killing the three brothers of the Mei family last time, no one troubled him, so Wei Junjie's courage grew a lot.

He opened Wang Wenyan's storage bag and took a deep breath.

A lot of spirit stones.

(End of this chapter)