Chapter 27

There is also a hall in Shenzhou City. There are three or four middle-aged people and a young man sitting in the hall. This young man LAN Wenxuan absolutely knows! They are also discussing the news that Lantian south is not dead. It seems that Lantian south is not dead, which has ruined many of their plans.

The humanitarian who is sitting for the first time: "plan to let it go first."

There has been a carrier pigeon, no one would have thought that the carrier pigeon flew into the holy land of snow mountain, deep Grass Valley

Five poison powder! I can't imagine that someone in the world has prepared five poison powder. It seems that the ancestors of the blue family are poisoned for human's sake. Now the blue family is teetering in the wind and rain. I don't know how many people are staring at this fat meat. If you don't come back in the afternoon to directly refine baijiedan, there will be no time to cure lantiannan. LAN Wenxuan lies on the bed, thinking wildly, and slowly enters the dream

The next morning, LAN Wenxuan stood in front of the window and watched the hero dancing a pair of iron axes. In fact, he didn't look weak, but if he met an expert, it would be useless.

LAN Wenxuan rises and goes out.

"Good morning, young master. Are you up? "

"Bring me the iron axe. Today, the young master teaches you how to use it. It's eighty-one moves. You can remember as much as you can."

"Oh?" The person outstanding full face doubts, carefully handed over that pair of iron axes to come over, for fear LAN Wenxuan can't take to hit a foot. " But I wonder, young master, is that ok? Both the shadow and the ghost said that the young master was very powerful, that is to say, it was rumored that the young master's weak body could hold up the iron axe.

LAN Wenxuan took the pair of iron axes, held the handle, turned the axe, pulled out two axe flowers, looking at Renjie's mouth wide open, as if he didn't believe that the young master's weak body could play with the pair of iron axes.

"Look, don't be dazed." As he danced, he called out his name. The two axes danced in the rain and the wind, and the two eyes of the hero were shining. Now he didn't dare to underestimate LAN Wenxuan's weak body. The two axes are dribbling around. Unconsciously, LAN Wenxuan uses some real Qi, and every time he wields an axe, he carries an axe awn.

When the dance came to the end, LAN Wenxuan gave a big shout: "make the world new!" All of a sudden, countless axe awns were waving in the air, and one of them touched the stone table in the courtyard with a bang. The stone table was suddenly disintegrated.

The shadow and ghost had already been startled in the middle of lanwenxuan's axe dance, and they ran away in their clothes. Seeing LAN Wenxuan dancing with two axes, his eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

Looking at the light in Renjie's eyes and the envy of shadow and ghost, LAN Wenxuan was so happy that he said, "I'm not bad at dancing."

Maybe happiness brings sorrow. LAN Wenxuan is happy and proud. Suddenly there is a burst of empty voice in the back of his head. Combined with this old voice: "now young people, without any sense of public morality, stir up my old people's dream in the early morning, and eat me a pot..."

At this time, there was no LAN Wenxuan, and he didn't care what to say, because although the sound of breaking the air behind didn't have much strength, he would lose his face in front of Renjie and the two kids who were hit. He quickly turned back and picked up the flying things with his hands.

"The smell of urine? LAN Wenxuan vomited and found that the old man who lost the game was still climbing on the wall. The old man was definitely not an ordinary man. LAN Wenxuan used three layers of genuine Qi to throw the game towards the old man. The old man, looking at the flying objects, yelled: "Oh, no, young people are going to kill the old man. Help me." Although the old man cried like this, he was not flustered at all. As soon as he lowered his head, the pot flew over the old man's head. There is no sound of breaking. LAN Wenxuan is a little strange. He is going to ask the old man a question.

This is a clear voice: "grandfather, do you greet people like this? What's this? It stinks. " LAN Wenxuan thought in his heart that he would not be so clever. He threw a chamber pot back to the old man and granddaughter? The pace of preparing to go forward and ask for a crime also stopped.

The voice was clearer than that of a oriole, but the old man seemed to see a ghost and said to LAN Wenxuan, "I'll play with you next time." At the end of the talk, the man had slipped down the wall. "Good granddaughter..." the voice is getting smaller and smaller. Maybe she came into the room.

"Why do you make so much noise and smash a stone table? Did you do it again? " Nangong Xiang'er, who is making breakfast, is surprised by the noise.

"It's not me, it's the young master." This is the big fool's answer to simply, also answer of course.

"You don't want to live? Just a few days. How many things have you broken? "

"Yo." LAN Wenxuan came forward and touched Nangong xianger's face. When did you become our housekeeper? Nangong xianger said: "you..." she didn't dare to see LAN Wenxuan. She couldn't lower her head. I can't say a word.

"Ha ha... Why are you as shy as before? What's good to eat today. "

Not ready, you wait, Nangong Xiang'er's voice is not much higher than the mosquito, and he runs to the kitchen again.

Looking at the sound of Nangong Xiang'er running out, LAN Wenxuan laughs bitterly. Now his wallet is really shriveled. He has to get some money.

How about Renjie? How much do you remember what I taught you just now? Come and dance for a while. I'll teach you a set of internal mental skills. Later, I'll practice axe skills in the daytime and mental skills in the evening.

"What about us?" The shadow and the ghost run over and stand at the foot of LAN Wenxuan, looking up at LAN Wenxuan. He had a plan for a long time. He was ready to use the two flying wings and the two magic swords. The two Yi swords are the joint swordsmanship, one on the left and one on the right. They are just the best candidates. After thinking about it, he thought that there was nothing wrong in the morning, so he taught them first. After breakfast, one morning LAN Wenxuan passed all that he could pass on to three people.

When it comes to lunch, LAN Wenxuan asks, where is Xiao Pang? Find a few people are face to face related, LAN Wenxuan heart secretly cry bad, is not something wrong? He quickly stood up and ran to Xiao Pang's room. When he got to the door of Xiao Pang's room, he didn't rashly go in. He found Xiao Pang in the room and pushed the door in. He found Xiao Pang sitting on the Kang with his knees crossed. His whole body was wet, his head was steaming, his lips were white and trembling.

"No! To promote the failure, LAN Wenxuan quickly with a hand against xiaopang Baihui acupoint, a steady stream of aura toward xiaopang Qijing eight pulse lost in the past. A moment later, Xiao Pang slowly opened his eyes, grateful as LAN Wenxuan said: "thank you."

"We are brothers. You're welcome. Congratulations on joining the swordsman! I'll go and say hello to them to save them worry. " LAN Wenxuan walks out of Xiao Pang's room and gently brings the door. Xiao Pang gratefully disappears from his childhood companion outside.

After lunch, LAN Wenxuan is about to go back to her room to get some sleep. She is too lazy to open the door of the clinic. Just after a few steps, she hears Nangong xianger: "what does Wenxuan eat in the evening?"

"Whatever." LAN Wenxuan did not stop moving, and continued to move forward.

"But, but..." Nangong xianger didn't say anything for a long time, but her face turned red.

LAN Wenxuan was originally seven skillful and exquisite. She understood that she must have no money. She couldn't cook without rice. She quickly took out her purse and touched it. This time it was his turn to blush. Feel the dry purse. I didn't expect that I was so embarrassed by the money, so I had to smile awkwardly and say, "in the evening, when we go out for a big meal, Xiang'er doesn't have to do it." I ran back to my house in a hurry.

Sitting on the bed, LAN Wenxuan has a bitter smile on his face. No matter what happened, he never thought that money was so important. Now I'm thinking about how to get some money. I knew that yesterday at LAN's house, even in Dafang, I got some money. It's less than three days since I went to the Royal College to enroll. The registration fee is estimated to be no less. Then I was very happy. I thought that the precious degree of pills here should be worth a lot of money. The herbs are ready-made. I'd like to try refining a few Jinyuan pills. Jinyuan pills don't need very good herbs. Maybe I'll buy a thousand two hundred and eight hundred gold coins and do it when I think about it. This is Lan Wenxuan's character.

Looking for the required materials, LAN Wenxuan inserted the door. One hid in the room and refined Jin Yuan Dan.

This Jinyuan pill is refined by real fire, and its efficacy is much worse. However, although its efficacy is much worse, the white pill is full of aura and fragrance, and it also emits cold air! There is no other way.

LAN Wenxuan did not find a suitable bottle for the pills, so he had to put more than ten pills into the ring.

Put away the pills, LAN Wenxuan becomes a humble black faced middle-aged man. He doesn't take anyone with him. He quietly walks towards the auction of LAN family in Shenzhou City. LAN's auction house is not the biggest auction house in Shenzhou City, but LAN Wenxuan believes that Feishui does not flow to outsiders. No matter how much the pills are sold, there will always be some commission.

Although Lan's auction house is no longer the largest auction house in China, it's not easy to underestimate it. He once was brilliant. The so-called thin dead camel is bigger than the horse. Even if it's declining now, he can become one of the few in China.

Looking at the huge auction house at the end of the street, I don't know how many people are fighting the doctrine here, but after all, the LAN family is deeply rooted.

After changing her appearance, LAN Wenxuan is more confident and goes to the auction house without any worries. In fact, it's hard for LAN Wenxuan to recognize Nangong xianger

At the door stood two fully armed guards, with alert eyes, looking at LAN Wenxuan.

LAN Wenxuan walked in without stopping. As soon as he entered the auction house, he looked at the venue carefully. There was a large venue for thousands of people, with a high platform in front and a table on it. There's nothing special about it, but under the platform, there's a small room with three words on it, and there's another room next to the identification room.

There was no guard at the door. LAN Wenxuan pushed the door in. There was only a middle-aged man in the room, about thirty years old, lying in a chair and looking back.