With the simplicity and tradition here, this first-class banquet will probably be passed down through the ages.
Everyone left the venue much faster than they entered, and soon the entire venue was clean.
"It's over.
Isn't this a grand party?
Baby, I haven't had enough fun yet."
Jian Fan's heart was broken.
Why did it end?
Could it be that Daowu and Fuxi stole all the time when they came?
She lowered her head and found that the old monk had handed over a booklet.
Jian Fan flipped through the pages in confusion and found that besides the umbrella, the bronze sword and a set of jewelry, there were also some other elixirs, precious medicinal materials for alchemy, good-looking and delicious ingredients that were actually medicinal materials, some martial arts secrets, and the like.
All the high-end auction items were missed by her.
Those things seem to be cheap.
Jian Fan was very sad.
Someone actually used 500 million to take a picture of a useless exercise method for cultivating qi and cultivating the body.
It was such a waste.
Give her 500 million, and she can give you a top-grade secret book for cultivating immortals.
Rich children will never understand the madness of everyone at Yipinyan for the so-called Immortal's auction items.
After this time, multiple versions of the legend about the rich man who exchanged the most expensive items for the cheapest items at the first-class banquet and sold the ultimate magic weapon at the cheapest price began to appear.
In the few days after seeing off guests, the majesty of Maoshan was almost wiped out, and robbery and theft cases occurred frequently, which made the busy Taoist priests of Maoshan complain endlessly.
Jian Fan can be regarded as indirectly cheating his father with his strength.
The protagonist of "Yipinyan Tuhao Yi Er Shi" that everyone is looking for is now on his way home.
To experience the suffering of the people, one trip is enough.
From Kyoto to Nuanjiang, it is better to let Jian Fan rest and rest.
Jian Fan was lying on the soft seat of the high-speed train with a melancholy expression.
His hands and feet were unnaturally limp, making a strange but seemingly normal posture.
"Old bald donkey, you actually lied to me.
You actually deceived your good friend for a Taoist priest.
I didn't get anything."
The tone of each sentence in Jianfan was more sad than the other.
She talked about gains and losses, and the resentment in it made even the person sitting aside Other passengers can feel it.
"Little friend Jian, you are wrong.
The Buddha said that everything is an illusion.
Besides, monks don't lie, and I didn't make any promises to you.
It's just" I added a few words to Dao Wu's original words, by the way.
Sell someone a favor.
It is said that having a good skin is really a blessing in your previous life.
The old monk had a peaceful look on his face, and even though he was cheating, he seemed to be making sense.
This scene seems familiar, as if Rong Yan is a good person who can tell lies with his eyes open.
Thinking of Ananda, Jian Fan was instantly discouraged.
Qin Xizhi and Zhou Tiansheng, those are unpaid jobs, so sad.
There was some money from selling coffins, but for drawing talismans, a good inkstone would cost five million, and there were various other props.
After Ananda analyzed them, he didn't give her a penny, not even pocket money.
When Rong Nan was going down the mountain, he received a notice from the underworld and was recalled.
Otherwise, Jian Fan would not have the happy treatment of riding a train without having to walk.
But what is Ananda doing now?
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She thought and fell asleep in the car.
The Palace of Hell, the underworld.
"Sir, I'm sorry."
The four well-known ghosts, the Bull-headed Horse-faced One and the Black and White Wuchang, all knelt on the ground, shrinking down and minimizing their presence as much as possible.
Although it is not their fault, the boss of Hell has been punished to an unknown corner by the master.
There is no one to support him, and they are a little scared.
Rong Nian's whole body was exuding cold air.
He was lying on his side on the high throne, wearing pure black clothes and with long hair.
The phoenix eyes narrowed, the depth in those eyes rolled, and the pressure that hit their faces made the four of them tremble even more.
"When did it happen" was so elegant that no one noticed the beauty of his voice.
"One day after Madam accepted the commission from Su Province.
They acted very quickly.
If Niutou hadn't thought of going down to the bottom to pick up something, they might not have been discovered within a year."
Ma Mian lowered his head, He answered honestly, but he didn’t dare to tell Rong Nan that Niutou went to the bottom of hell to get the bodhi seeds planted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva himself to make wine.
Although he had received permission from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Rong Nang had issued an order not to allow everyone to go down.
The first batch of civil servants in the underworld, like them, all knew the reason.
Niutou Mao went down rashly, which was a taboo that was easy.
"Niutou."
Rong Nan snorted coldly, "You wait for me."
He knew the reason to some extent.
Even if he was punished heavily, a warning was still unavoidable.
The most important thing at the moment is to escort back the felon who escaped from the 19th level of hell, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
The past is the past, let’s not repeat it again.
"Go and find it.
No one has the strength to do what happened back then."
There was a hint of sadness in his calm tone.
Such emotional exposure made the bull-headed horse-faced and black-and-white Wuchang red-eyed, and they secretly vowed that they would Search harder.
The ghosts were sent out, and in the entire Palace of Hell, there was only Rong Nan sitting on the throne.
He closed his eyes, breathed softly, and sat still as if he had fallen into a dream.
After half a cup of tea, he opened his eyes.
His hair was slightly moist, and his pupils flashed with sharpness.
He picked up the white jade wine glass that would never be exhausted and poured it into his mouth.
Rong Nan has not been home for a week.
"He will come back today, he won't come back, he will come back, he won't come back, he will come back."
Bored Jian Fan violently pulled out the petals of the newly grown Manjushuahua, trying to figure out Rong Nan's whereabouts in this strange way.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, half of her body sunk into the sofa, surrounded by a large number of Manjushuahua petals.
But the petal algorithm did not bring good news, and Rongyan was not a low-level ghost whose whereabouts could be traced.
There were still 11 days before the traditional Spring Festival of Tianlong Kingdom was about to kick off.
They had been together five times, and they had passed it five times.
During the Spring Festival, why does Rong Nian seem to be breaking his promise this time?
Why is he so sad when he thinks that this old ghost may not be here this year?
The entire Tianzi Lake can be seen outside the bustling windows.
The Spring Festival has not yet arrived, and small colored lanterns have been added to the street lamps.
It is so beautiful before it gets dark.
The flow of people coming has also begun to increase.
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On the bridge of Lang concubine bridge, there were dense crowds of people coming and going, and it looked very lively.
Often beneath the hustle and bustle lies the deepest loneliness.
"Ananda, damn Ananda, damn old ghost, why don't you go home?"
Jian Fan grabbed the red blanket on the sofa.
The originally neatly stacked blanket was messed up by her, as if she was rubbing someone.
Just like venting anger.
"Oh, I'm so flattered that you miss me so much.
Madam."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Xiao Fanfan: I heard that the author lost 2 collections today, and I was very sad.
Ananda: What are you hinting at?
Xiao Fanfan: The author still has a collection, and it won’t collapse.
Ananda: You are in such a hurry, I won’t not come back Xiao Fanfan: But I only have one Ananda Qiong Yao drama comes on stage Xiao Fanfan: Ananda, you know, I want to watch the snow, the stars and the moon with you, from poetry to philosophy of life.
Ananda: No, I don’t know.
I’m so heartbroken that I’m about to die after leaving you.
Xiao Fanfan: No, Ananda, you don’t want to die, I won’t allow you to die.
Author: It’s over or not, get out Xiao Fanfan: Ananda, let’s go Ananda, leave as soon as you say: Tsk, single dog Author Jun: Oh my God, what did I do wrong: