The grass is in danger

In the box on the top floor, the two kings who stood at the top of the three realms were confronting each other. Naturally, the pressure from the strong men was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

The aura of a high-level royal authority will have an impact on the younger members of the clan.

There were some unusual movements among the demons and fairies who were scattered downstairs participating in the auction. Jin Mantang, the owner of the Ghost Building who was standing in the middle, finally realized the seriousness of the matter when he saw that the situation was not good. Although most people in the three realms would give face to the Ghost Realm and not ruin their place, these two big guys were exceptions!

If these two start fighting, not only will this place be razed to the ground, but there will be no one who can stop them! !

Jin Mantang tied a knot in his hand and used his ghost energy to point it at the top floor: "Knot!"

After using up most of his strength to cast a formation to isolate the aura so that other guests would not be affected and disturbed, he immediately stood up and went to the top floor. As soon as he approached, he was almost forced to kneel on the spot by the overwhelming pressure.

Jin Mantang cried out in pain, "Two honorable gods, please show mercy!"

The two people in the box were attracted by the words outside.

The little grass elf in Ye Jisheng's arms trembled all over, turned around and looked outside, and was so anxious that he almost fell to the ground. After being caught, he dared not move anymore.

Jin Mantang stood in the corridor and bent over and said, "It's not easy to run a small business. Please show some mercy, the two venerable gods. It's a blessing for the items auctioned today to be favored by you. This spiritual stone belongs to the Mengxi clan, in addition to the one on display outside. I have a good relationship with them. A hundred years ago, I had the opportunity to collect a set of them. I am willing to give them to you and make a good relationship with you."

After the words were spoken, the air was silent for a moment.

Cold sweat slid down Jin Mantang's forehead.

Ye Jisheng's tone slowly and lazily fell from the box, but it was filled with a frightening majesty: "The money and goods have been paid, why should I give you any gifts?"

Jin Mantang suddenly knelt down and said, "Venerable Gods, I have no other intentions. I just want to show my appreciation. I hope you two will accept it!"

The words fell.

Ye Jisheng sneered.

The devil always does things as he pleases, and it is impossible for him to give face to anyone. Others may not be able to see it, but Jian Zhen knows that he is in a bad mood, and when the devil is in a bad mood, someone will definitely be unlucky. Just as Ye Jisheng was about to speak, the fairy grass in his arms moved.

A soft and warm touch came from the palm of my hand.

Ye Jisheng lowered his head, his cold red eyes reflected its appearance. The tender green and round elf sat in his arms and rubbed his fingers gently, then jumped twice, looking a little anxious but also a little worried.

Don't be angry!

Speak nicely and don't be rude!

Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows. The only person in the world who dared to interrupt him while he was speaking was probably the little guy in his hand.

Just at this moment.

Fu Changhuan's voice came from the next room, "Master Jin, there is no need to do this. I have no intention of deliberately making things difficult for you. Since you are willing to give me this gift, I will remember your kindness. If you have any requests in the future, you can send someone to deliver a letter to Yunfeng."

A flowerpot for a favor, this deal is really a good deal.

No matter how many spirit stones you have, they are just numbers. Getting the promise from the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord is a rare opportunity in the world.

Jin Manting smiled. This was exactly what he wanted. "Thank you, Immortal Lord! I'll send someone to bring the magic weapon to you in a moment!"

At this moment, only the door of Box No. 1 was silent.

Jin Mantang's smile turned into uneasiness again. It was rumored in the world that the devil had an unpredictable temperament and was extremely dangerous. He knelt on the ground even though there was a door between them, but he still felt a lot of pressure.

It was as if all his little movements and thoughts were in sight.

A sneer fell from the box, the red lanterns under the eaves swayed in the wind, and the haunted building was lit by candlelight.

Ye Jisheng finished his words: "There is no need to give it as a gift. I never regret anything I do. If I say 200 million, it is 200 million. The items I bid for just now still count. Master Jin can just send someone to deliver them to the Demon City."

Jin Mantang was stunned. The spiritual weapon was not worth two hundred million at all. Before he could be surprised and think that he had made a profit for free.

Ye Jisheng said slowly: "But..."

Jin Mantang's heart suddenly began to tighten, and an ominous premonition arose.

"Just now, Master Jin said that he must do his best." Ye Jisheng's voice seemed to be a bit mocking, and he said lightly: "I heard that Master Jin said that he collected a complete set of spiritual tools of the Mengxi tribe a hundred years ago. It just so happens that the spiritual plants I have recently raised are also missing a mind-concentrating bead in addition to the flower pot..."

Jin Mantang felt like a bolt from the blue.

You must know that although the spiritual weapons of the Mengxi tribe are not worth 200 million spirit stones, their mind-concentrating beads are rare treasures in the world, so they are naturally worth 200 million.

Jin Mantang wanted to struggle: "This..."

Ye Jisheng's tone suddenly changed, and the pressure from the demon god descended: "What, Master Jin was lying when he said he would show his best efforts?"

Jin Mantang felt a chill on his back, and sweat broke out all over his body: "Of course not!"

I was complaining in my heart but I dared not say it out loud.

The owner of the Jin building outside the door said with tears in his eyes: "I am willing to help the God share his worries, and I will send him the spirit stones and the mind-condensing beads."

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Thank you very much."

Not only was Jin Mantang, who had been planning everything, surprised, but even the grass in Ye Jisheng's arms was stunned. It thought it would definitely lose money this time, but it didn't expect that not only did it not lose money, but it also had an unexpected gain.

The grass elf remembered that he was worried just now, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes and looked at the elf in front of him. He poked the silly little ball with his slender fingers, and his slightly cold red eyes contained a faint smile: "Stupid grass."

Jian Zhen: “…”

You are obviously too cunning! !

Now that I have got the things, there is naturally no need to stay any longer.

Ye Jisheng stood up and was about to leave.

A voice came from the next room, "It has been more than 200 years since the Demon Lord and I parted at Wanmie Mountain. After all these years, have you found a way to remove the Heavenly Punishment Curse on the Demon Lord?"

Ye Jisheng paused, and at that moment, Jian Zhen clearly felt the murderous aura emanating from him.

The room was silent.

"Why, are you afraid that after my curse is lifted, I will wipe out your Yunfeng Mountain?" Ye Jisheng turned around and said, "It's been many years since we last met. It seems that the wound you got pierced by my sword has healed."

Fu Changhuan's voice suddenly turned cold: "Ye Jisheng, you are still so arrogant even though half of your magic power has been sealed by the seal of Wanmie Mountain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaocao, who was sitting on Ye Jisheng's shoulder, was shocked!

It had been in the Demonic Mountain and the Immortal Mountain for a hundred years, and had heard of countless rare and exotic stories in the three realms, but had never heard of this matter.

The one who always loves to do bad things to tease it, and is always powerful and arrogant...

Surprisingly.

He is now only using half of his original strength?

In the silent room, the shadow of the red candle flickered, leaving behind a somewhat contemptuous sneer.

Ye Jisheng's dark robe was gloomy: "So what?"

"If I remember correctly, when we left Wanmie Mountain, Yunfeng Mountain had to mobilize almost all its people to barely protect the mountain." Ye Jisheng's tone was frivolous and casual, as if he didn't care about anything: "Do I need to use all my strength to deal with you?"

Fu Changhuan said: "It seems that you are very confident."

If someone else heard this, they might have gotten angry, but the immortal in white sitting at the table drank without changing his expression, as peaceful as snow falling on a mountain.

"There was an abnormal movement in Wanmie Mountain a hundred years ago. The next outbreak will occur in half a year. At that time, the curse on your body will also take effect." Fu Changhuan said: "I hope that by then, the Demon Lord will still be safe and sound."

Ye Jisheng caught the elf on his shoulder and said lazily, "Don't worry, you should take care of your injuries during this time."

There was a sound of a wine glass breaking slightly.

Ye Jisheng sneered.

The next second, the person who was originally standing in the room disappeared without a trace.

In the gust of wind, Jian Zhen opened his eyes in the palm of his hand and reappeared on the back of the black bird. In just a few moments, they had traveled a thousand miles and left the ghost realm.

The grass elf was startled by the sudden gust of wind.

Ye Jisheng's words fell from above: "If you move around and fall down, there is a Yanhe River filled with ghostly magma below."

Jian Zhen immediately stood still and snuggled up to him tightly.

Ye Jisheng's somewhat cold fingertips stroked its branches and leaves. The man supported his chin with one hand, and the silver mask on his handsome face made it difficult to see his expression. The black color rustled in the wind.

So quiet.

Most of the time, the Demon Palace is also very quiet.

For countless days and nights, the grass by the window has been accompanying this man who is always silent but frightens the three realms. In the past, it only thought that he was powerful and domineering, but today it feels a little complicated.

As the sun sets in the west, it becomes lost in thought.

Until a hand poked it from behind, and the lazy tone fell: "Why are you so listless? Are you not happy with a new flower pot?"

Jian Zhen: “…”

It's not the kind of grass that only thinks about the flower pot! !

But I didn't expect that the big bad guy always bullied it, but never spared any effort when it was in need.

The grass elf felt touched, but thought, it was big and generous and would not bother with him. The soft little ball leaned against the back of Ye Jisheng's hand, emitting a tender green healing light, and rubbed him gently.

Ye Jisheng's red eyes drooped slightly: "What's wrong?"

The grass elf shook its leaves gently.

When two people live together for a hundred years, some things are self-evident.

"You don't have to thank me. It's only natural that I give you the best spiritual tools and flower pots. After all..." Ye Jisheng curled his lips, his eyes tinged with smiles: "You don't look outstanding to begin with. How can you look good if you don't dress up properly?"

The grass was half moved: "..."

Big bad guy!!

It fights him! !

After tossing and turning along the way and slowly forgetting some of the episodes, Jian Zhen, who had never left his main body for such a long time, fell asleep on the way, and he slept very deeply.

When I opened my eyes again, I smelled the familiar cool sandalwood scent.

For a moment, it was a little dazed.

Looking out from the window, you can see the white snow and the pear trees covered with snow. The eternal coldness of the fairy mountain seems as if time will never leave any trace.

The grass slowly shook its branches and leaves and stretched lazily.

Before I could recover from my shock, I heard a familiar voice in my ear, cold, steady and gentle: "Awake?"

Xiao Cao looked to the side and saw the Immortal Lord sitting by the window, holding hands and reading a book. Fu Changhuan was wearing a white robe that was not stained with dust. His jade-like face was tinged with tenderness. "You slept for a long time. The little boy who took care of you was scared."

The grass in the pot looked obediently at the person not far away.

During the hundred years of living together, the Immortal King it met was always so gentle and patient, and it also liked the Immortal King who treated it so well.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

It must not combine the person who had confronted the devil in the haunted building yesterday and whose aggressive aura was revealed with the person in front of it.

Seeing that Xiao Cao didn't respond, Fu Changhuan put down the book and walked over: "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The tender green buds were caressed by the fingertips.

"I was in seclusion a few days ago and missed the day of your breakthrough." Fu Changhuan lowered his head, his face as cold as jade and his eyes focused: "So I found this flower pot made of spiritual jade. It will be beneficial to your cultivation. Do you like it?"

His tone was gentle and soft, and he never mentioned the difficulties he encountered in extracting the spiritual jade.

The little boy came in from outside and saluted, saying, "Immortal Lord, His Highness the Demon King has come with his family to visit us and participate in our Moon Festival. Princess Changhua is also accompanying them."

Fu Changhuan paused, and his gentle expression when facing Xiaocao almost instantly returned to its coldness: "She?"

The child said nervously, "Yes, do we need to arrange it separately?"

Fu Changhuan raised his hand to signal that there was no need to say more: "All those who come to participate in the ceremony are distinguished guests of our Immortal Clan. We should treat them equally. There is no need to mention it again."

The child immediately bowed and left: "Yes."

Fu Changhuan's gaze fell on the grass by the window again. He tapped the branches with his soft fingers and said, "I have some things to do today. I'll talk to you later when I come back."

The leaves of the grass planted in the flowerpot nodded, it understood, go quickly!

When Fu Changhuan saw the heartless Xiao Cao, he couldn't help but smile and then walked away.

Silence returned to the hall.

The child standing under the eaves of the corridor watched the Immortal Master leave and said to the grass in the pot: "The Immortal Master is really the dearest to you. You have just recovered. Rest here for a while. I will go out and sort out the things that may be used in the temple."

Jian Zhen's little leaf shook and nodded her head.

After the little boy left, the whole hall returned to silence, and the grass in the flowerpots began to doze off.

The sun is moving forward.

Suddenly, Jian Zhen, who was taking a nap, was awakened by some noisy noises outside. She shook her leaves and looked outside, and saw a group of people walking along the path not far away. This was the bedroom of the Immortal Lord, and normally there wouldn't be such a large group of people coming here.

When you get closer, you can hear some sounds.

The boy said, "Your Highness Changle, the Immortal Lord's bedroom is in front, he doesn't allow anyone to enter casually."

"I am Brother Wangchen's most beloved sister, so why can't I come to his bedroom?" The woman in a blue skirt strode in: "If you dare to stop me again, I will tell him when I get back and let him punish you!"

The children paused slightly, and it was this hesitation that allowed the person to come in completely.

The huge fairy palace is located on the mountain peak, and snowflakes are falling, adding a sense of loneliness and coldness to the place.

Princess Changle smiled: "This is the Immortal Lord's Wangchen Palace, it is indeed elegant!"

As she spoke she walked in.

At a glance, I saw the green fairy grass blooming in the flowerpot on the windowsill facing the morning sun. The branches were tender and soft, and looked particularly beautiful.

The little boy hurriedly said, "Princess, this is a spiritual plant that the Immortal Master personally raised and he takes good care of it."

"I'm just taking a look!" Changle glared at him: "Will I eat it?"

The little boy lowered his head quickly: "I don't dare."

Changle stood by the window and asked, "What kind of grass is this?"

The boy replied, "This is the magical herb brought back by the Immortal Venerable. We don't know what kind it is, but it is extremely spiritual and is not contaminated by the dew of the mortal world. The Immortal Venerable once said that it is an extremely rare magical herb in the world."

Changle's eyes lit up: "Wouldn't that cure all kinds of poisons? My mother has been ill recently, and the clan doctor has been treating her for a long time but to no avail. I'm going to ask Brother Wangchen for this pot of grass!"

Jane was a little shocked when she heard this.

The timid little grass was so scared that it wanted to hide behind itself, but it realized too late that it was now in the flowerpot, not in its transformed form, and there was no one behind it.

The little boy said in panic: "Your Highness, this pot of grass is very precious to the Immortal Lord, I'm afraid he won't..."

Changle glared at him and said, "Then give me a few leaves."

The little boy panicked even more: "Princess, this is absolutely not allowed. The branches of the magic grass cannot be moved!"

Changle used his spiritual power to scare the little boy away, and stretched out his hand to pull the branches of the fairy grass: "What's wrong with me picking a few leaves?"