Chapter 254: Disciple, killing your master is wrong!
Mo Yan lowered his head and thought about whether he was suitable to go to Lingxian Sect. After a while, he said: "Okay."
Nan Jia smiled and reached out to hold Mo Yan's hand: "Okay, let's go, I will take you back to Lingxian Sect."
Mo Yan put his hand behind his back, Nan Jia only held it To the air.
Mo Yan looked at Nanjia quietly, he didn't like other people's touch.
Nanjia took her hand back in embarrassment: "Then let's go back and sit on the magic weapon."
"Yeah"
Nanjia took out his sword and was about to leave when Qiu Shengsheng said: "Your dagger!"
Nanjia hurried to pick it up , this is my only treasure, I can’t lose it.
While picking up the dagger, Nanjia looked at Mo Yan's blood-stained white clothes and said, "I'll take you to buy some clothes first."
He brought Mo Yan back in blood-clothed clothes. He was so eye-catching that the disciples in the sect didn't know what they would say. In order to reduce the trouble, they had to take him to change into new clothes first.
Mo Yan's eyes moved slightly, feeling a little sarcastic in her heart. She was afraid that her dirty self would embarrass her, right?
Mo Yan followed Nan Jia quietly without saying a word.
Nan Jia looked at the young man with his peripheral vision. He didn’t know when he would be able to get over this blow.
The shopkeeper of the Embroidery Pavilion is very discerning. He looked at Nanjia with a smile: "Immortal, do you want to buy ready-made clothes or fabrics? We have new silk here, which is very suitable for you."
"Buy a ready-made garment for my apprentice"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment when he saw the blood on Mo Yan, and he quickly said: "Okay."
“I don’t know what kind of fabric you want?”
Nan Jia said slowly: “I want silk from heaven.”
Mo Yan raised his eyes and looked at Nanjia. She probably didn't know the price here.
"There are no ready-made clothes in Tiancansi, they can only be made to order."
Nan Jia turned around and asked Mo Yan what he thought: "Do you have anything you like?"
"Black"
< br>"Okay", the shopkeeper immediately took off the clothes and handed them to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan went to the cubicle to change clothes. The shopkeeper guessed that the Nanjia family was rich, and after all, they could buy silkworm silk even if they asked their disciples.
"Don't you want to buy something?"
The shopkeeper brought another piece of white cloth to Nanjia: "Look, do you like this? This is from..."
Nan Jia didn't even listen. He shook his head and interrupted the shopkeeper, "White!" She doesn't like it no matter what the quality is.
Nanjia placed her gaze on the cloth with gold threads on the other side. The sun shone on the cloth, and the gold threads glowed. She liked that.
Mo Yan changed his clothes and walked out of the cubicle. When he saw Nan Jia, his eyes were set on the golden cloth.
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. She was dressed in white and had a fairy aura. But deep down, you like something so tacky?
Mo Yan’s eyes were a bit sarcastic. It seemed that she was also a hypocritical and pretentious person.
Maybe he accepted me as his apprentice just to gain a good reputation for himself. Aren’t these righteous people always like this? On the surface, his behavior is noble and great, but behind the scenes, he hides these shameful and dirty deeds.
Nan Jia turned her head when she heard the footsteps. The corners and cuffs of the black coat were embroidered with gold threads, which was very noble. Coupled with Mo Yan's tight edges, he suddenly gave people an aristocratic look. sense of oppression.
She smiled and nodded: "Well, very good. Is there anything else you want?"
Mo Yan shook his head.
"Shopkeeper, check out."
"Okay, fifty taels."
Nanjia took out her Qiankun bag and flipped through it for a long time. There are no copper plates. People who cultivate immortality generally don't want to be contaminated with filth, so the shopkeeper said reasonably: "You can also give me spiritual stones."
But there was nothing in the Qiankun Bag except dark weapons.
Nan Jia had a very embarrassed look on her face.
Mo Yan adjusted his clothes for a moment, Nan Jia, what does this mean?
She has neither silver nor spiritual stones?
What big talk did she make in the beginning? Are you here to buy clothes for yourself? Still have silk?
The shopkeeper's gaze on Nan Jia was also extremely hot. What does it mean? Want not to give money? Even an immortal cannot default on his debt.
Having two eyes staring directly at Nanjia made Nanjia extremely stressed.
Nan Jia shouted in her heart: "To survive, I don't have money?"
"No"
Nan Jia was speechless. As a respected teacher, he even I don’t even have any money, I’m so poor!
The shopkeeper's gaze became more and more intense, and Nan Jia felt that his shoulders were about to burn holes with his gaze.
Nan Jia swallowed and asked shamelessly: "Disciple, do you have any silver? You pay in advance, and the master will return it to you."
"No"
The shopkeeper’s voice became shriller and his voice rose: “ Immortal, you can’t default on your debt!”
Nanjia took off his token again and handed it to the shopkeeper: “I am the master of the Lingxian Sect. You can take this token to the Lingxian Sect. , they will pay, don’t worry, they won’t let you run away in vain.”
The shopkeeper held the token, but he still had doubts in his heart.
He looked at the jade in his hand carefully again, it should be real.
Mo Yan stared at Nan Jia’s side face with a faint look in his eyes, did she give the token so casually?
But he didn’t say anything and followed Nanjia away from Buzhuang.
As soon as Nanjia came out, he saw his senior brother.
Fengru hurried over and looked at Nanjia carefully: "I heard Li Sheng said that your life card was broken. I was scared to death. When I went to find you, you were not there. Fortunately, you are fine."< br>
“Why did you suddenly come to the mortal world?”
Nanjia said perfunctorily: "On a whim, on a whim."
"It's okay, come to the mortal world and let you have some fireworks."
At this time, Fengru saw that he was following. The stern young man behind Nan Jia, does the junior sister have friends in the mortal world? He asked in surprise: "Who is this?"
"Oh, my new apprentice is called Mo..."
The survivalist looked at Nanjia, who was about to reveal his secret, and quickly stopped him: "Nannan, you don't know his name yet."
Mo Yan took Nan Jia's words and looked at Feng Ru with two words: "Mo Yan".
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Mo Yan's heart. She accepted him as her disciple without even asking her name. It was obvious how little she valued him.
"Apprentice?" Feng Ru didn't care about Mo Yan's name at all, but was shocked that Nanjia actually accepted a disciple, but he was still a mortal without spiritual energy.
What is the use of such an apprentice? He couldn't raise his shoulders or lift his hands. What could he do except serve tea and pour water?
Feng Ru looked serious and solemn, and said in a stern tone: "Junior sister, aren't you fooling around? If you want to accept a disciple, the senior brothers can help you select the seedlings, so don't do it yourself."
Every line is full of dissatisfaction with Nan Jia Shu, an ordinary mortal.
Listening to Feng Ru’s words, Mo Yan tightened his fingers.
Nanjia said seriously with a straight face: "No, I want him to be my apprentice. Senior brother, you don't need to say anything."
Nan Jia quickly interrupted Feng Ru. Mo Yan had just experienced such a cruel thing. How sad would he be when he heard being belittled again?
Nan Jia grabbed Mo Yan’s arm and walked out, ignoring Feng Ru.
Feng Ru looked at the stubborn Nan Jia, he shook his head and sighed.
In the blink of an eye, Nanjia pulled Mo Yan back.
(End of this chapter)