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When Lu Yin heard the discussion, the head of the Linlushan family also heard it, and his expression changed slightly. He was from the Tianmen family? Trouble, he was on the other side just now. He saw this person making trouble for the Chunqiu Jian disciples, and he took action as soon as his mind was hot. Before, he didn’t dare to come out when the third peak of the Death Hill made trouble. Of course, he had to show his behavior quickly now. He didn’t expect that he would be involved. Arrive at Tianmen and settle down.
Although the Luojia is also a family, it is completely different from them. The Tianmen Luojia is no worse than any other force and is qualified to compare with the Spring and Autumn Slips.
Trouble, no wonder this guy dared to provoke Chun Qiu Jian.
Thinking of this, his eyes softened a lot: “Little brother, it’s not easy for these Chun Qiu Jian disciples to set up a bookstall, so don’t embarrass them. If you want to buy some books, I will buy them for you. How about that?”
He didn’t dare to offend Tianmen Luojia, and he didn’t want to lose face in front of Chunqiu Jian, so he had to pay the price.
Lu Yin glanced at his hand on his shoulder.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took it back, showing a kind smile and looking as generous as possible.
“You want to buy some words for me?”
“Yes, which one do you like? I bought it. Please don’t embarrass the disciples of Chun Qiu Jian. It is indeed not easy for them.”
The mustache looked at the middle-aged man and then at Lu Yin, knowing that this man did not want to offend Tianmen Luojia. In fact, he did not want to conflict with Luojia. He was just an ordinary disciple and was not qualified to fight with Luojia. It’s best to have a conflict.
Lu Yin nodded: “Thank you very much.” After speaking, he pointed to the word “Jue”: “That’s it, the writing is good.”
The middle-aged man looked at the mustache and said, “Just buy this for this little brother.”
The Eight-Character Hu was very happy. He made a profit by selling just one of this thing. At the same time, he secretly admired the middle-aged man for knowing how to do things. He did not reveal the identity of this kid, which seemed generous. Once he did, the favor would not be so great.
Suddenly, the mustache’s face darkened.
I don’t know when three women appeared in the surroundings. They were the people from the third peak of Death Hill, and they had been surrounded.
The mustache is bitter, patronizing that boy, and actually forgets about these deadly lunatics. It’s over, the business is ruined, and if it doesn’t work, you will get a beating.
But the middle-aged man’s expression remained unchanged. He came at the right time. He didn’t need to pay for anything. All he had to do was take the boy away. As for the disciple Chun Qiu Jian, there was nothing he could do. He had already stood up for Chun Qiu Jian just now, so that was all.
“We suspect that the bookstall is hiding illegal persons. Those with mustaches, come with us.” A woman raised her hand and grabbed the mustache, pinching the back of her neck with great force.
The mustache did not dare to resist, and his face turned pale.
The writing on the bookshelf fell to the floor, and some of it hung on the mustache.
Lu Yin took one step forward. No one saw clearly how he did it. The person had already appeared on the side of the mustache and easily took away the word “Jue”.
This scene made the people around me change their minds, master.
The middle-aged man’s pupils shrank. He actually didn’t see how this person passed. How could he? So young?
The women on the third peak of Death Hill looked at Lu Yin in surprise. Seeing him wave his hands after taking away the word “Jue”, they looked at Lu Yin deeply, grabbed his mustache and left.
“My words, my words haven’t been paid yet, let me go…”
Lu Yin smiled, very good, another one for nothing.
Shui Su looked at the words in Lu Yin’s hand with bright eyes. Although it was incredible, this guy took action twice in a row. Maybe that word was really a hidden word, and its value would be great.
The people at Death Hill didn’t bother Lu Yin, they just took away the mustache.
The middle-aged man invited Lu Yin for a drink, but Lu Yin refused: “Didn’t you say you would buy me a word? Let’s go.”
The middle-aged man was stunned, looking at the word “Jue” in Lu Yin’s hand.
Lu Yin put it away: “I took this myself, it has nothing to do with you, continue.” After saying that, he started to look for the next bookstall: “These Spring and Autumn Slip disciples can run faster than rabbits, where are they?”
The middle-aged man stared blankly at Lu Yin’s back. This guy is a bit shameless.
The people in the group also looked at Lu Yin and then at the middle-aged man. They couldn’t understand what was going on and felt a little confused.
The same scene happened again. Lu Yin kept looking for the bookstall, and then left after taking a look at it. Those Chun Qiu Jian disciples didn’t want to pay attention to it, but they couldn’t resist Lu Yin’s quick hands and had no place to escape.
The people in Death Hill found a trick, just stare at Lu Yin. Lu Yin could always catch a Chun Qiu Jian disciple and force him to stop and look at the bookstall. Even though it was just a glance, it was enough for them to arrest him.
For a time, Lingyuan was all over the place.
It’s not the middle-aged man’s persuasion, nor his dissuasion. The key point is that he can’t help it. He can also see that Lu Yin is deliberately looking for trouble, and if he tries to stop it, he will only bring trouble to the Linlushan family.
Those people from Luojia did not stop them. Luojia did have a grudge against Chunqiu Jian. If it weren’t for Qianshu, Luo Fang would not have had an accident. Now he doesn’t know whether he is dead or alive. Luojia came to Lingyuan this time just to find someone. Chunqiu Jian will give an explanation. Of course, it is unlikely.
Now I see someone making trouble for Chunqiu Jian. Even though I borrowed their name, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I can clarify it, so let this person make trouble.
Not long after, a big man appeared on the Spring and Autumn Slips, Mr. Mo in the Spring and Autumn Slips.
The Spring and Autumn Slips have their own realm division system. Like the Wanxiang Valley, in fact, in order to compete for the control of the gods, the major forces have made preparations a long time ago and tried their best to open up new cultivation directions. Once someone in the younger generation has the ability to compete for the control of the gods, This will not be an obstacle if he has the qualifications to become a charioteer. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to start a new path of cultivation at that time.
The Wanxiang Valley has the Ten Elephant Realm, the Hundred Elephant Realm, the Thousand Elephant Realm, the Wanxiang Realm and the Heaven and Earth Elephants.
The Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips can also be divided into Xiaoguan, Zhongguan and Daguan.
There are not as many as the Vientiane Valley realm, but every step of promotion is not easy.
Currently there is only one grand view of the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips, and that is Yingmei, the master of the Spring and Autumn Slips.
Popo Ya, the protector of Qianshu, is nothing but a Madhyamaka.
Qianshu is just a small view.
And this Mr. Mo is also from the Middle Way.
Mr. Mo appeared and protected the Chunqiu Jian disciples who were being troubled by Death Hill. The women of Death Hill were also afraid of Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo didn’t care about them. No matter how much trouble Si Qiu caused, it would only waste some time. What he cared about was Lu Yin, because the word “Jue” that Lu Yin took away came from him. This person was so quick to find him. Uncovering the hidden text is no easy task.
“My surname is Mo. Who are you?” Mr. Mo looked at Lu Yin and spoke slowly.
The aura of the strong man who survived the hardship created pressure, making the surrounding area so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.
Shuisu held on, breathing heavily, looking at Mr. Mo with fear in his eyes.
Lu Yin was unfazed and looked at Mr. Mo.
The moment they looked at each other, Mr. Mo’s pressure suddenly disappeared.
Mr. Mo’s expression changed and he stared at Lu Yin: “Your Excellency is not from the Tianmenluo family.”
People around were in an uproar, weren’t they from Luojia?
The head of the Linlushan family looked ugly. He was not from the Luo family. He had been tricked, but he did not dare to make trouble. Mr. Mo’s momentum was offset, and it obviously came from that person. The person himself was amazingly powerful, not him. It’s ok to mess with.
Recalling my hand patting that person’s shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel scared, and my back was soaked with cold sweat.
Lu Yin clasped his hands behind his back: “Yes or no, will it affect my purchase of words?”
Mr. Mo’s eyes were cold: “But you didn’t buy it.”
From behind, the man with the eight-character mustache from before ran up in a panic: “Mr. Mo, this man stole my calligraphy and he didn’t pay for it.”
Lu Yin raised his eyebrows: “Hey, moustache, you’re deaf, do I have to pay? Find him.” As he spoke, he pointed at the head of the Linlushan family.
The head of the Linlushan family looked even more ugly.
The Eight-Character Husband wanted to say something, but Mr. Mo raised his hand to stop him. His eyes fell on Lu Yin: “Since you have not paid, the transaction can be voided. Please return the characters.”
Lu Yin was funny: “Why are the Spring and Autumn Slips so deaf? Why don’t you ask him to understand?”
Mr. Mo did not look at the head of the Linlushan family, and stepped forward towards Lu Yin: “Your Excellency, you have insulted me so much. You don’t want to pay, but you still want the word. There is no such thing in the world. Bring the word. “As he spoke, he took action, with the word “grab” hidden in his palm. He was afraid of Lu Yin, but he was not afraid. No matter how you say it, this place is beneath the Spring and Autumn Slips. No matter how powerful this person is, can he challenge the entire Spring and Autumn Slips alone?
What’s more, there are also people from the family forces that Chunqiu Jian has good relations with.
They put up with Shiqiu’s troubles, so why should this person do it?
Lu Yin calmly watched Mr. Mo take action. All eyes were focused here, wanting to see how Lu Yin would react.
Lu Yin didn’t move, because there was no need for him to move, and there were plenty of people moving.
In front of his eyes, a beautiful figure appeared, and Mr. Mo was greeted by a short and cold sword light, which seemed to cut the world into pieces, including the word “grab”.
Mr. Mo retreated quickly, shocked as he watched his words being chopped into pieces. What stood in front of him was a ferocious face: “Dragon Yin?”
Before Lu Yin disappeared, a faint smell of blood came from her thin back. Looking from her neck, she should be very beautiful, with fair skin, but with a hint of abnormal blush. Her bamboo hat was fluttering in the wind, and two daggers were hanging down. It’s chilling, she is the leader of the third peak of Death Hill, Long Yin.
When Shi Qiu caused trouble, Long Yin was bound to be there, but no one expected that she would help Lu Yin.
Around, the women from the Death Hill saluted one by one: “See the Peak Master.”
“See the Peak Master.”
“See the Peak Master…”
The people around him were silent, looking at Long Yin with complex eyes, including fear, envy, jealousy, etc., indescribable emotions, both towards Long Yin and Death Hill.
Death Hill, so unique.
The Linlushan Family Patriarch, the Luo Family members, and the Chunqiu Jian disciples all looked at each other, guessing that Lu Yin’s identity was that he also came from Death Hill?
Mr. Mo looked downcast: “Master Longyin Peak, what does this mean?”
Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Mo. The cold light of the short knife in his hand covered the surrounding area of one foot. Anyone who looked at it seemed to have their sight cut off and their eyes hurt: “I can’t see through it.”
Mr. Mo smiled, his smile full of sarcasm: “This person is causing trouble for me, Chun Qiu Jian, and stealing my disciple’s title. It is reasonable for me to take action. What can’t you see?”
Long Yin’s voice was hoarse, with a feeling of being cut by a knife: “It’s just an excuse, but you take it seriously. I will help anyone who troubles you.”
The people around were stunned. These words were too straightforward.
Lu Yin was speechless, thinking of Chao Yi, they were exactly the same. Is this the characteristic of Death Hill? upright?