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Chapter 43 Bargaining

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    "Senior Brother, is the crime of murdering the chief disciple too heavy-handed?" Mingjing felt that he had always been quite arrogant. He had a premonition when Mo Bule stuffed a Tianxiang jelly fruit into his mouth.  This senior brother would never let Wan Lixing off easily, but he didn't expect that the senior brother would be so ruthless. If he was really found guilty, Wan Lixing would be finished. With Mo Bule's usual style of acting, how could he suddenly become so ruthless?

    Obviously, Mingjing has not seen through the nature of Mo Bu Le's old hen temperament. Although Zhang Ping is not in danger, since Mo Bu Le sees him covered in blood and unconscious, the six people in Wanli Xing are destined to pour blood.  Damn it, not even the witness Xue Cheng can escape.

    Mo Bule poked him with his elbow and said in surprise: "Junior brother, are you soft-hearted? Didn't you teach me that disciples of Luoxia Palace must have confidence?"

    Mingjing¡¯s mouth twitched and she was choked to the point of being speechless. What confidence does it give to dig holes to bury people and frame them?

    Mo Bu Le then smiled and said: "I just came here and am not familiar with the situation in the Immortal Sect. It depends on you, junior brother, whether you want to be punished severely or not. If you don't want to cause too much trouble, just fly away."  Slow down, someone will naturally come to bleed you in a while, if you don't want to spare anyone, just fly faster, and no one will be able to do anything to you when you get to the execution hall."

    Mingjing raised his eyebrows and understood. Now the initiative in this matter was in his hands. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking that if the senior brother hadn't arrived, he would have led his junior brothers to fight with the six Wanlixing people. Even if it was a fight,  Winning made Zhang Ping angry, but in the end, both parties would definitely be arrested and sent to the execution hall on charges of private fighting. Neither of them would be able to get away with it. It's not like now, with the handle in their own hands, and they can make a big fuss if they want.  If you want to settle the matter, settle it, and you will still have the opportunity to extort a lot of benefits.

    After thinking for a while, he asked in a low voice: "Elder brother, are you seriously injured?"

    Mo Bu Le narrowed his eyes and said happily: "It hurts me, didn't you realize that the blood is still the juice of the Tianxiangjiang Crimson Fruit? Damn it, that's the last one" After a moment of sadness, he took out another one from his arms.  The small sword waved in front of Mingjing's eyes, "Master gave it to me. I stuffed it in my arms and forgot about it. There is a spiritual aura from Master on it to protect me, specifically to prevent anyone from bullying me. Unless  There are Mahayana masters with higher cultivation than Master who are putting pressure on me, otherwise it will be useless for anyone to come."

    Mingjing was so jealous that she wanted to kick Mo Bu Le off the flying sword. He had been under his master for hundreds of years. Apart from occasionally receiving instructions on sword techniques from his master, he had never received any rewards from his master. As soon as Mo Bu Le came,  But he got two things from his master, one for self-defense, one for calming inner demons, both of them were treasures, and both were personal disciples. Didn't he just become a master decades later than Mobule? Is the difference so big?

    His eyes were red.

    "Calm down, calm down"

    Mo Bu Le was about to tease him again, but suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind: "Junior Brother Mo, Junior Brother Ming, please stay." He immediately tilted his head, pretending to be weak and fell on Ming Jing, while winking at Ming Jing, this matter  How to deal with it in the end is entirely up to him.

    Mingjing was angry and funny, but he was really happy in his heart. He had the initiative in his hands and could move forward and retreat freely. Naturally, he had no scruples. He put on a handsome face and did not stop, but within a moment, he was stopped by Xue Cheng.  .

    "Junior brother Ming, is there any serious problem with junior brother Mo? I am on good terms with junior brother Lu from Danling Pavilion. Why don't we take junior brother Mo over first and let junior brother Lu take a look?" Xue Cheng accompanied him cautiously and tried to show his sincerity.

    Ming Jing had a cold face and ignored him. Half-supporting and half-carrying Mobule, who was pretending to be weak, she flew around him and continued flying forward. Of course, the speed was slightly slower than before, as if to take care of Mobule's body.

    However, Mo Bule raised his head with difficulty, smiled reluctantly at Xue Cheng, and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Xue, for your concern. It's just that I have a special constitution and cannot take pills. No matter how serious the injury is, I can only nurse myself back to health."

    Xue Cheng was stunned, not knowing whether this was true or an excuse. After hesitating for a while, he finally smiled bitterly, stopped in front again, stretched out his hand and bowed deeply, saying: "What happened before was all Xue Cheng's fault, and Junior Brother Wan did not do it on purpose.  I also ask the two junior brothers to give me some face, so just keep it private."

    It shows how difficult it is to let the dignified Senior Brother of the Treasure Academy take the initiative to say that he has confessed. It is rare for Xue Cheng to be able to take it and let it go. If it were Mingjing's temperament, I am afraid that he would rather die together than surrender to him.  People bow their heads.

    Mo Bu Le became weak again, lying on Ming Jing's body and moaning without saying anything.

    Mingjing glanced at him, snorted softly, and then said: "I wonder how Senior Brother Xue wants to keep it private? If there is no sincerity, there is no need to talk."

    Mo Buluo wiped his face, this junior brother is hopeless, you have to be more subtle when knocking on the bamboo pole, how can it be so straightforward, forget it, this is the first time,The requirements cannot be too high, just teach slowly in the future.

    Xue Cheng is not surprised. He has been dealing with Mingjing for more than a day or two. He knows Mingjing's temper very well. To be honest, Mingjing is willing to stop and negotiate terms with him, which makes him very happy. Naturally, he will not care about Mingjing's tone.

    ¡°Junior Brother Wan¡¯s healing elixir is wrapped in my body. Also, in the future, all Luoxia Palace disciples who come to the Treasure Academy to upgrade or repair their flying swords will receive a 20% discount on the cost.¡±

    Xue Cheng offered a very sincere condition, at least he thought that this condition was very generous to Luoxia Palace.

    In fact, it was indeed very rich. Although there was no joy on his bright face, he already agreed in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Mobu Le, who was lying on top of him and pretending to be weak, let out a faint sigh.

    "My life is only worth 20% off"

    The voice was very low, but as a Yuanying monk, Xue Cheng's five senses had long been integrated with the surrounding world, so how could he not hear it.

    The corners of Mingjing's eyes twitched slightly. The senior brother thought that Xue Cheng's price was too low. He took Mo Bu Le's hand and squeezed it seven times.

    How about 30% off?  It can't be any lower, otherwise the Baoqiyuan will go crazy. Upgrading and repairing the flying swords for Luoxia Palace disciples has always been Baoqiyuan's biggest advantage over Luoxia Palace.

    Mo Bu Le rolled his eyes at him and said weakly: "Senior Brother Xue, how much is the life of a first disciple worth?"

    Xue Cheng smiled bitterly, he is also the first disciple, how much is his life worth?  This is not nonsense, of course it is priceless. If someone offers to buy his life at 20% off, this is simply a great insult to him.  But the problem is that the matter is not serious enough. Mo Bu Le was only suppressed by the pressure of the golden elixir monk Wan Lixing, and it was not even suppressed firmly, just a scratch.

    "Please ask Junior Brother Mo to make an offer." The control was in the hands of others, so he had no choice but to give it up and give up the initiative to make the offer.

    Mo Bu Le stretched out a hand and shook it, and said feebly: "Junior brother Ming, let's make the decision."

    Clear eyes glanced at his hand, two fingers were bent, and three fingers were raised. This meant three folds, senior brother was senior brother. The asking price was so cruel that even he felt a little cold on his back.  .

    "AhemSenior Brother Xue, let's give it a 30% discount." Mingjing thought for a while, and finally she was not stupid enough, so she added, "Fortunately, Senior Brother is not in danger of his life. Senior Brother Xue is sincere. I'll wait for you."  I don¡¯t want to offend you either.¡±

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