The level of prestige is repeatedly testing the edge of collapse or not.
Hua Chao carried the food box on his shoulder, leaned forward and asked, "Is this enough, old sir? If not, I'll go to Zuixianlou to buy some for you."
"Go ahead! Thank you, girl!"
Taoist Qingxu waved his hand and dismissed him casually.
Hua Chao nodded, and prepared to go out with the lunch box, when he ran into Ying Wuji who was returning home.
"Hey! Wuji, you're back?"
"Sister Hua Chao!"
Ying Wuji pulled her aside and asked in confusion: "Where did this roast chicken come from?"
Hua Chao said helplessly: "The leftovers from your lunch have all gone cold. I was planning to heat them up, but the Taoist priest was really hungry!"
Ying Wuji nodded and hugged her gently: "Buy more, don't let the Taoist priest go hungry. Sister Hua Chao has made a hard trip, be careful on the road."
Hua Chao smiled gently: "Don't worry, there are so many experts protecting us!"
Watch Hua Chao leave.
Ying Wuji then sat down next to Taoist Qingxu: "Master! Are you still not full?"
Taoist Qingxu nodded and said, "Your father-in-law is very stingy. I have no choice but to find you, his son-in-law, to repay the debt he owed."
Ying Wuji had no choice but to release Han Juan.
Han Juan glanced at the stone tablet, then glanced at Taoist Qingxu who was eating happily, sighed helplessly, and sat down on the other side of Taoist Qingxu.
"What are you sighing about?"
Taoist Qingxu chuckled and said, "I'm not deliberately tempting you. When you were in the mountains, you had a bad stomach and you got diarrhea easily after eating. Now you don't even have a stomach, what are you still tempting for?"
Han Juan glanced at him and said, "Master, didn't you leave?"
Taoist Qingxu asked back: "Where should I go?"
Han Juan said helplessly: "How would I know where you are going? You are going to the Prince Consort's Mansion, you can just wait for me and leave so early."
Taoist Qingxu stroked his beard and said, "I think the back view of carrying the stele away will leave a more lasting impression on people."
Han Juan: “…”
Ying Wuji: “…”
Taoist Qingxu glanced at the stone tablet and looked at Ying Wuji meaningfully: "My friend! Do you have any thoughts on this list?"
When Ying Wuji heard this, he thought there was a way. No wonder Zhao Ning was so sure just now. It turned out that this Taoist priest was a weirdo who operated behind the scenes.
He smiled and leaned over: "Master, I have carefully studied the number of people. There will be people who will have byes in the first seven rounds. Can you arrange it for me? I want to rule by doing nothing and go straight to the finals."
"Governing by doing nothing?"
Taoist Qingxu was so angry that his mouth almost twisted, but after thinking it over, he calmed down.
He held up a finger: "Ten thousand taels!"
"no problem!"
"I mean 10,000 taels for the first round, 20,000 for the second round, and 40,000 for the third round. For every round that's missing, multiply it by two!"
"Are you robbing money?"
Ying Wuji calculated that by the seventh round it was already 640,000. Who could withstand this?
Taoist Qingxu smiled and shook his head: "How can it be considered as robbing money? The price I ask for is traceable. Every time a round comes, half of the weak ones will be eliminated. It is reasonable to double the price, right?"
Ying Wuji curled his lips. This Taoist priest was good at mathematics and he had figured out the geometric sequence.
Taoist Qingxu asked, "Would you like to buy it? You don't have to buy all of them. I won't force you to buy them in bulk. Just look at which one you like and I can take it apart and sell it to you."
"I can't afford it, bye!"
Ying Wuji bowed and walked straight towards the door.
Waiting for the Flower Festival.
I ate everything I bought.
Not a drop of oil was left for the old Taoist priest.
So in front of the stone tablet.
The master and disciple finally had some space to be alone.
Han Juan asked: "Master, isn't it not good for you to do this?"
Taoist Qingxu waved his hand and said, "What's wrong with that? Our temple is almost going broke. After the resources left by your father are used up, the young Taoist priests in the temple will be crying out for food, waiting to upgrade their spiritual fetuses. As a master, isn't it reasonable for me not to make some money for them?"
Han Juan curled his lips: "But I see, it seems no one is buying it!"
"No!"
Taoist Qingxu smiled calmly: "Some people bought it, and quite a few! The royal family bought one for 30,000 taels, and there is another one for 1 million taels that has not been confirmed yet, but it is estimated to be close to 90%!"
"One million taels?"
Han Juan calculated that this was almost the same as having seven byes.
He couldn't help but ask, "Who wants to be the scapegoat? Does he also want a bye for the seventh round?"
Taoist Qingxu shook his head: "No, what they bought is to make Ying Wuji die the most miserable death."
Han Juan was puzzled: "But aren't you pitting your own people?"
"No! I'm actually helping him!"
Taoist Qingxu glanced in the direction of the gate, his expression became more serious, and he said meaningfully: "A sword, no matter how sharp it is, cannot be called a divine weapon if it cannot shed blood.
The trend started with him, so how could he lag behind others for long?
It’s time to sharpen your sword!”
"oh……"
Han Juan nodded, seemingly thinking about something.
…
Zuixianlou.
"Sir, the Flower Dynasty is here!"
"Is that Ying Wuji's mistress?"
"yes!"
"What is she doing here?"
"We ordered a lot of food, shall we start?"
"What are you doing? Are you going to take the food she ordered and eat it? She is surrounded by countless experts who are secretly protecting her. Are you looking for death?"
Ji Su cursed and turned to look at the other people in the room.
The younger generation of leaders from Yan, Wu, Wei, Han, Nangong and Ji families are all here.
He said in a deep voice: "One million taels! To buy all the masters that Ying Wuji met along the way. Do you want to buy it?"
Everyone looked at each other.
One million taels.
If distributed equally to each family, it would be close to 200,000 taels.
Although everyone is wealthy, it is not easy to take out nearly 100,000 taels of cash!
But hesitated for a moment.
Everyone nodded.
This Ying Wuji must be eliminated.
As the Muye Stele is on the verge of collapse, the "great trend" of the Taishang Temple and the "two saints" of the Yang Zhu lineage are becoming more and more alarming.
And both of these are related to Ying Wuji.
From the deduction of evolution, to the great victory at Zhongpan, and then to the collapse of the Muye Monument.
It seems like he is everywhere.
When the Han Guang Sword came out, Shang and Zhou were already mortal enemies. If this thing fell into Ying Wuji's hands again.
Can people with the surname Ji still sleep well?
"Then it's decided!"
Ji Su and Nangong Yu looked at each other, exchanged glances and finally made the decision.
"From first to last, they are Wu, Han, Wei, Yan, Yan, and Nangong!"
"Whoever injures Ying Wuji the most will be the one who comes to the forefront when the Ji surname is established in the future."
"The one who killed Ying Wuji was the leader of the Ji clan below the Zhou emperor."
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