Great Dream Master

Shen Luo coldly looked towards the speaker, but didn't say anything anymore.

The aptitude of their three people is not much better than that of Shen Luo. Normally, they are only relying on their relationship with Ding Hua. Other talents are very polite to them. See Shen Luo's look at this moment. But it is also very tricky, I don't know what to do.

"What are you guys doing here?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shen Luo turned his head to follow the prestige, and saw a young man dressed in azure robe with a thin body and a scorched face. He was holding one hand behind him, and walking slowly toward this side with a cold expression. .

"Senior Brother Ding..."

When everyone saw this, their faces were slightly stern, and they paid respect to him. Even Ding Yuan is no exception. It turns out that this person is not someone else. It is Ding Hua.

Although Ding Yuan and Ding Yuan are biological brothers, they look very different. The aptitude is also the difference between Heaven and Earth. If someone who doesn't know meets, he will never connect them together.

Seeing his inquiries, Shen Luo told the story roughly, without any dissatisfaction in his words.

"Bet..." Ding Hua's ending sound was extremely long, frowning slightly.

Ding Yuan's cheeks suddenly dripped with cold sweat, and his face was full of tension, for fear of being blamed.

Although he is the elder brother, in front of his younger brother, let alone putting on the airs of his elder brother, he would never dare to call himself a "brother". He really couldn't afford to offend since he was a child. .

"Bai Xiaotian is also boring, bet this with you." Ding Hua finally snorted, coldly said.

Shen Luo's eyes flickered slightly.

This Senior Brother Ding, who is personally passed on by the master, doesn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all, and the only thing he cares about is Bai Xiaotian, who is also an inner sect disciple.

As for these people, including Ding Yuan, they simply couldn't get into his eyes.

Shen Luo thought of this, and after saying goodbye, he turned and left.

He has not yet gone far, he vaguely heard Ding Hua's cold voice: "Competing with a waste, you are so ambitious, my face is lost by you..."

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The word "waste" came into his ears, Shen Luo's eyes grew colder, but his footsteps did not stop at all.

He can cultivation Lesser Yang Transformation Art even with an honorary disciple, which is quite unwelcome.

In addition, he is also a "rich man" in dísciple, and the only "big sheep" who relies on yellow and white things to enter the door, so it is understandable that he was slandered behind his back.

But how do they know that what they spend is money, but what they cultivate is not gong, but life.

When it comes to money, he is very open. Normally, he will always let these Senior Brothers take advantage of him from time to time, so in general, the relationship between him and almost all dísciples is not bad.

However, apart from Bai Xiaotian, the only friends who are really friends are Tian Tiesheng, who is also under Master Luo.

When she thought that she might not be able to live long, Shen Luo's mood became very bad. Deep down in her heart, she felt a little chilly, and she couldn't help but move three minutes faster.

From the Jade Emperor Hall all the way down, I met a lot of Senior Brothers along the way. Shen Luo met each other, and they all said hello one after another, and occasionally made fun of them with people they knew.

About a quarter of an hour, he arrived at Azure Stone Plain near the Official Spirit Hall, where he lived in the quiet room.

However, Shen Luo didn't immediately return to the quiet room. He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat leaking from his forehead, then turned out of Azure Stone Plain and moved towards the other side of the horizontal mountain road and walked over.

The road to this side is narrower than other places on the mountain. Normally, there is no who walks, so there are few people cleaning it. There are a lot of dead leaves on the road, some of which are rotten and soft. Step on It's soft, and occasionally you can see some single-room houses on both sides, either built of stone or wood, most of them are very dilapidated.

Shen Luo seems to be quite familiar with this place. After walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house surrounded by half-person tall weeds sitting on the side of the road.

This old house has obviously been abandoned for a long time. It has not been repaired for many years. The red paint on the wall has dried up so badly that it has peeled off a lot and looks a little mottled. The white paper on the doors and windows has also been damaged. For the most part, even the edge of the window has traces of moth-eaten.

Shen Luo looked at the house a few times. After nodded, he separated the weeds, walked to the corridor, and opened the leaking wooden door. Accompanied by a "creak" sound, a damp and musty smell immediately assaults. the senses.

He turned sideways, covered his nose with one hand, and swept the air with the other.

After getting used to it, he turned his eyes and scanned the room.

The area of ​​the room is not big. It is filled with all kinds of damaged tables and chairs, and some old brooms and buckets, etc., all piled up in a mess around the corner.

"For this moldy energy, I'm afraid there is...I can't even watch it." Shen Luo muttered.

Although there is a sense of disgust in his words, he does not hesitate to move his hands.

I saw Shen Luo walking forward, taking down the dilapidated chairs and stools one by one on the table and stacking them on the other side of the house after a little tidying.

It took about a quarter of an hour to finally clear out most of the waste tables and chairs to the other side.

At this time, Shen Luo's chest was a little ups and downs, and he let out a long sigh as he watched all the tables that had been pressed underneath appear again.

Lesser Yang Transformation Art after entering Sect, he can feel that his physique is much stronger than it was at the beginning, but after such a toss, he still sweats a lot on his back.

Shen Luo took a rest for a while, then walked forward, opened the drawers of those desks, and looked for it one after another.

"No..." The first drawer was empty.

"No..." The second one is just as empty.

"No..."

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After turning over seven or eight tables, Shen Luo was a little depressed and thought he was going to work for nothing. When I was on the field, I finally made a discovery.

"Yes!"

The ninth table with only two legs left was broken. When the drawer was opened, an azure cover was finally revealed inside. Of shabby books.

He worked so hard to clean up these dilapidated tables and chairs, naturally not just to clean the house, but to search for the books left by the former owner.

In addition to the basic Taoist classics such as "Tao Te Ching" in Spring and Autumn Monastery, there are not many books, and most of them are Sect Elder's private collections, which are very difficult to borrow.

Shen Luo has liked to read all kinds of miscellaneous books and strangers since he was a child. Later, in order to find a way to save himself, he read a lot of miscellaneous books. The pros and cons of the family's economics can only be deployed on their own.

In those few years, he developed the habit of turning books at night. The Spring and Autumn Monastery had been closed for a long time. He couldn't let the books come from home, so he had to find some books everywhere in the monastery. .

Because he had found some books such as magazine travel notes inadvertently in the deserted house from other places before, which was quite useful to him, this time he came to try one's luck again, didn't Expect really turned out another copy for him.

"Heavenly Master Zhang Demon Subduing Chronicles..." Shen Luo picked up the somewhat trendy ancient book, carefully examined a few vertical characters on the cover, and read it smoothly.