Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 1

Southern Xinjiang, Baimang Mountains, Fenglinfang City under Qingxiazong's rule.

In the south of Fangshi, in the main building of an elegant small courtyard with three entrances, a handsome young monk was leaning in the arms of a 30-year-old man in brocade robes, looking at him in a trance, his eyes wide open. The color of giving up.

"Ahem, I... I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. I just hope that before he dies, Brother Cao can agree to a request!" The young monk tightly covered the bandage on his waist and abdomen with one hand, and the blood was still oozing. The wound, said while coughing up black blood.

"Brother Lin is fine, it's all because I shouldn't have asked for this place in the secret realm for you. Don't worry, I will go to Qingxia Pavilion right now, even if I lose everything, I will ask for Yunzhi Pill to heal your wounds and detoxify." Cao Weifu Looking at the sad look in the man's eyes, he said in a sobbing voice.

In the Qingxia Zong area, the shops named after Qingxia Pavilion are enough to see whose property it is.

But in fact, in this Fenglinfang City, which occupies three first-order spiritual mountains, behind the shops of various industries, there are more or less sects or high-level sects participating in the shares. become.

Of course, the fangshi under the name of these sects are far from one or two, but spread all over the place. Through the alliance with other Nascent Soul sects, they manipulate the exchange rate between the basic price of Nanzhou and the spirit stones of different grades. The soldiers searched without bloodshed for those loose cultivators, as well as foundation building, qi refining, and even the middle and low-level family resources of Jindan.

As for the Yunzhi Pill, it is a third-order elixir, and it is a healing elixir commonly used by Golden Core monks.Therefore, even a single one is far from what a Qi refining monk can afford.Of course, in the eyes of Qingxia Pavilion, Qi refining monks are not qualified to buy such panacea, so Cao Wei used the word "beg".

Seeing that Cao Wei was about to get up, Lin Xingzong quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes, but this force caused the wound to burst open, and the black blood gradually flowed into a small puddle on the ground.

He smiled wryly and said, "Thank you Brother Cao for your kindness. I know the situation myself, and besides, the Yunzhi Pill is priceless, and it's not something low-level monks like me can ask for."

As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a storage bag from his bosom, stretched it out, and continued weakly:

"My younger brother is from the Lin family in Lingshui County, Zhao State. It has been two years since I came out this time and I haven't been back. More than ten days ago, my wife and daughter sent a letter. Industry. I originally wanted to go to the secret realm of Qingxiazong to fight again and go back to deal with this matter. But now it has ended up like this... I can only ask Brother Cao to help me take a trip and take care of it for three to five years. Or if they seek an escape route, the contents of this storage bag can be used as a reward..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he stared blankly with his eyes open, and the hand holding the storage bag hung down feebly.

Cao Wei quickly grabbed Lin Xingzong's wrist, and said hoarsely, "Brother Lin, brother Lin, wake up!"

After more than ten breaths, he sighed, stretched out his other hand to wipe his eyes that were still open, so that he could rest in peace.

Just like that, Cao Wei sat holding Lin Xingzong's corpse in his arms, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes silently, and he tightly grasped Lin Xingzong's wrist with one hand, without even looking at the storage bag that slipped aside.

After a cup of tea, his expression suddenly changed.

The originally sad face instantly became as calm as that ancient well, and he said in a flat tone:

"There is no pulse at the wrist, no heartbeat in the five internal organs, and the energy in the middle and lower dantians has also begun to dissipate. Coupled with the several liters of blood flow, even a body cultivator should be completely dead. Brother Lin, Thank you for struggling to come back to see my elder brother before I die, it is not in vain for me to make friends with you for a long time. Let's go with peace of mind, I will take care of your wife and daughter, don't worry about it."

Of course, what is more important is the reminder word [Hun Xiaopo San: ...] that appeared on this person.

Then Cao Wei put the stiff and cold body on the ground, calmly took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blood on his hands, and then threw it down, just covering the face of this person.

As for the [Treachery and Hypocrisy:...] eyes that appeared in front of his eyes, he smiled and waved them away, and said happily in his heart: "Yo, you are so accurate!"

However, it doesn't matter how you decide. Right now, it's better to organize the storage bags "gifted" by this person, and look at what this little friend has gained from two years of business. The most important thing is.

Suddenly, he looked towards the outside of the door, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and secretly said: "You came so fast!"

Then with a wave of his sleeves, he let go of the barrier of aura as light as white gauze that was condensed by the restriction outside the courtyard, and said through voice transmission:
"Brother is here, please forgive Mr. Cao for being busy and unable to meet him far away, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he stretched his waist, walked to the top seat, and sat down on the grand teacher's chair, leaned against the back of the chair, reached out and sucked the storage bag on the ground into his palm, penetrated into it with his spiritual consciousness, and looked through it. Pick up what's hidden.

At this time, a boy with an expressionless face walked in from the door, skillfully carried the corpse on the ground on his shoulders, and walked out without saying a word.

An old man with a refined face passed through the Hanging Flower Gate not far away, followed by a young monk in brocade clothes whose face was as white as jade.

The two stepped into the courtyard and happened to see this scene, but they kept their eyes on it as if they hadn't seen it.

"This old man seems to have disturbed Fellow Daoist Cao."

Before the old man entered, laughter came from a distance of several zhang.

"Brother, what are you talking about, how dare you ask this person?" Cao Wei asked calmly.

"Cao Daoyou, this is the junior of the old man's family, and his name is Chaozong." The old man surnamed Li walked into the main hall, introduced him, and found a seat to sit down.

"Chaozong has met Senior Cao." Li Chaozong cupped his hands and said.

"It turns out that this is Chaozong. I have heard that he is a young talent. I saw him today. He is really a good-looking talent. Sit down, my brother and I are best friends. Chaozong doesn't need to be so polite with me." Now, the right is at home." Cao Wei said with a smile.

As soon as the guests sat down, two maids in green clothes came from the door.

One was holding a wooden tray, and they brought tea, melons and fruits. After they were arranged one by one, they gave a blessing and retreated gracefully.

The other person held a golden basin and squatted in front of Cao Wei for him to wash away the poisonous blood left in his hands.

Cao Wei put the blood-stained storage bag on the table, and dipped his slender, white fingers into warm water. He did not rush, and cleaned very carefully, not even letting go of the blood under his nails.

Then he raised his hand slightly, and the maid picked up the handkerchief and wiped it clean carefully.

During the period, the three chatted a few interesting things about Fangshi recently.

For a while, the atmosphere was happy.

But from the beginning to the end, they didn't look at the puddle on the ground, which was already black and bloody.

After a while, Cao Wei picked up the teacup, brewed it with the lid, and took a sip with his head down.

Then he raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the two of them, and said in a calm tone: "Brother, you came so early today, is it because you are afraid that the younger brother will swallow the spirit stone privately?"

(End of this chapter)