This Lauda tree is quite impulsive and seems rather eccentric.
Ever since they met yesterday, Han Qingxiu felt that this person was a bit abnormal; Lao Dashu was really too crazy.
However, in some ways, he is also a straightforward person.
Yet this very person possesses extraordinary talent.
It has to be said, this is truly enviable.
"My benefactor, let me show you a treasure!"
Lao Dashu smiled at Han Qingxiu, then reached into his pocket and started rummaging around.
For some reason, after listening to Laudashu's words, I always worried that he would pull out something strange...
Fortunately, they didn't pull out anything strange.
It's a long, black object.
This is nothing strange!
It was just a flag rolled up into a long strip.
Did someone misunderstand? No way, no way, someone really thought the wrong thing?!
Ahem... Let's get back to the main topic.
"What is this?" Han Qingxiu looked at the flag that had been rolled up into a strip.
Lauda threw the long banner she was holding aside, then took the rolled-up flag with both hands.
With a final shake of both hands, the flag was unfurled.
It has a black background with a border around it.
In the very center, a large character “杌” is written in red dye.
Although it looks very beautiful, it must have been stored for a long time, so the flag looks a bit worn.
However, despite its worn-out appearance, the flag's inherent character cannot be concealed.
If you take a closer sniff, you can detect a faint smell of blood on the flag.
This thing is a malevolent creature.
After examining the flag in its entirety, Han Qingxiu frowned and asked, "What is this?"
"This is something extraordinary!" Lao Dashu moved closer to Han Qingxiu and lowered his voice, saying, "This is the Demon Saint's battle flag! It's an invaluable treasure!"
The Demon Saint's Battle Banner?
Han Qingxiu didn't know much about this.
It wasn't just her who didn't know; almost none of the younger cultivators knew what the Demon Saint Battle Banner was.
After all, this is a time of peace, and the demon race and the human race have not fought for two hundred years.
Apart from some older cultivators, the young people had never seen this thing before.
"My benefactor, please accept this; it is extremely precious."
Lauda pushed the Demon Saint Battle Banner forward, trying to snatch it and hand it to Han Qingxiu.
However, Han Qingxiu looked at the battle flag in front of her, but she didn't really want to take it.
As for why we don't want to accept it?
It's probably because of the smell of blood; kind people generally don't like the smell of blood.
Just as Han Qingxiu was thinking about how to politely decline the enthusiastic Lao Dashu, Wu Er sent her a telepathic message.
"Take it... Xiuer, I really want this."
Wu Er said this sentence, speaking slowly and in a tone quite different from his usual manner.
You really want it?
Han Qingxiu naturally noticed her master's strange behavior and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.
"My benefactor, please accept this."
At this moment, Lauda pushed the flag forward again.
Han Qingxiu reached out and took the flag, and when she placed her hand on it, she felt a strange sensation.
For a moment, Han Qingxiu was stunned. She suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the flag and a touch of sadness.
Tsk... this thing is a bit weird.
Han Qingxiu shook her head, suppressing the strange feeling that had arisen in her heart, and then put the flag into her storage bag.
At the same time, Han Qingxiu politely said to Lao Dashu, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, it's just repaying a favor!"
Lauda picked up the long banner from the side and subconsciously touched his chin behind his back.
Unfortunately, he didn't touch anything, because he had already ripped off his fake beard, and now his chin was empty.
After Han Qingxiu put away the flag, she looked around.
She saw that the group of young men and women who had finished their tests, as well as the inner disciples of Pengshan, were all looking at her.
At this moment, Han Qingxiu realized that he had been talking to the Laoda tree for too long, leaving everyone else out in the cold.
"Ahem, the selection process is over. Those who qualify, please board the cloud boat with me."
Han Qingxiu coughed to ease the awkwardness, and then led the group toward the cloud boat.
And so the selection process came to an end, and the group boarded the cloud boat.
The cloud boat slowly rose into the air, flying towards the next mortal kingdom.
There are more than one mortal kingdom below Pengshan, so the journey to recruit disciples will probably take quite a few days.
After returning to her luxurious single room on the cloud boat, Han Qingxiu sat down to one side.
Wu Er also slid off his apprentice's shoulder and lay down on the table to the side with his short legs crossed.
"By the way, Master, what do you want with that Demon Saint Battle Banner?"
Remembering the voice transmission Wu Er sent her, and the slightly strange tone, Han Qingxiu asked a question.
Wu Er replied, "I really want this thing. After all, I'm getting old and I like old things."
After saying that, Wu Er waved his short hand and said, "By the way, Xiu'er, bring out the flag."
"Oh," Han Qingxiu responded, and then reached into her storage bag and took out the flag.
After taking out the flag, Han Qingxiu shook it a little before laying it flat on the table.
"You've crushed your master to death!"
Wu Er, now a paper figure, is very thin and small, so when the flag is spread out, it presses him down.
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