Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 58 Insects and Ants

Insects and ants.

Yes, they are insects and ants.

Humble, lowly.

In Qu Hongsu's eyes, all existences that are not recognized by her are no different from insects and ants.

Due to some terrible experiences, she hated the existence of insects and ants.

Is it her fault for being too beautiful? No.

The number of insects and ants is too huge. Each individual is obviously humble and weak, but they have endless ambition to control things that do not belong to them.

Qu Hongsu understood very well that they were not her real fans, they only loved the little Lotus Fairy who existed in their beautiful fantasy.

Appreciative, fond, obsessed, greedy, malicious.

The same stubborn obsession.

The more this happens, the more disgusting it becomes.

But her disgust at the moment had nothing to do with her anger, and the reason why she called out to people had nothing to do with her grievances.

Qu Hongsu was not a person who was ignorant of etiquette on weekdays, but at this moment, a burst of blood rushed to his forehead.

The man in black robe was dressed so strangely in broad daylight that Qu Hongsu couldn't see through his cultivation level, so he turned around and asked the steward: "This person is so suspicious, have you checked his identity?"

Hearing the shouting, the white-clothed immortal servant stopped, unsure of what to pay attention to, and looked at the steward hesitantly, and the shadow also stopped and stood there.

"Uh, this..." The steward didn't know Ying's identity, origin, name, or title, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that the manager was stuck, Qu Hongsu sneered: "It's the No. 1 Auction House in Tianxiao. Can you put anything in?"

The old man in red secretly thought that something was wrong. He glanced at the strange combination opposite and said sternly: "Hongsu, be careful what you say!"

"If the person giving the money is an evil cultivator, can you also treat that evil cultivator as a guest?"

The girl will die if her words are not surprising.

As soon as the word "evil cultivator" came out, it immediately attracted the surprised eyes of most people in the hall.

Unable to stop Qu Hongsu from shutting up, the hall suddenly became a little colder. The old man in red could feel the strangeness of the man in black opposite him with his hair. She didn't want to actively cause trouble, so she quickly pulled Qu Hongsu away.

behind you.

Facing the whispers coming from everywhere, the steward wanted to hit the wall and hurriedly sent several messages to his master, just asking for someone who could calm down the situation quickly.

In the corridor on the second floor, Cui Huanqing, who had arrived early, was leaning against the white jade railing, holding a ruby ​​pipe, and was leisurely watching the farce downstairs.

Jin Buhuan said: "Miss Qing, do you want me to go down and rescue them?"

After all, Sheng Wei and Ying had done Cui a big favor invisibly, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to a certain extent.

"Why are you so anxious? This is not our own territory."

Cui Huanqing's eyes flashed and she chuckled: "Don't forget, we are here to collect debt today."

There is a problem on the Yun family's territory. Why are they, the Cui family, so worried about it?

"Of course I remember." Jin Buhuan understood his lady's plan, he also smiled and said privately, "I am also very curious about Miss Pi's origins."

Jin Buhuan said frankly. Besides, they had invited the two of them to go with them, but they refused.

The shadow in the center of the field actually doesn't quite understand the theory of quality mentioned by Sheng Fei.

It didn't quite understand it when it was alive, and it becomes even less clear after it dies.

Its current thinking is very simple. The position was arranged by the auction house. Qu Hongsu is dissatisfied. What's the point of looking for it?

This is unreasonable.

The rigid-minded little puppet couldn't understand Qu Hongsu's sudden malice towards it, but think about it, when it was a girl, it was much more showy than Qu Hongsu.

Straightforward, sharp, and sharp, it has always been like this.

Then its right hand under the long robe moved slightly.

"Grandma Shan, please don't stop me." While speaking, Qu Hongsu's eyes remained on the black-robed man's arms, and there was even a hint of anxiety in his tone.

She never expected to see that child somewhere other than Guiyu Mountain.

Just now, Sheng Wei had his back to her and never showed his face, so it was normal that he didn't recognize her immediately.

However, as a direct disciple of the master of weapon refining, Qu Hongsu still has a certain degree of discernment. She cannot be said to be the most familiar with her master's works, and they are also very similar.

What's more, since Furongxian became the master of Huaying Pavilion, she rarely makes clothes for others in private.

However, someone had a great reputation and came to the door with all the materials.

Although they are both masters of weapon refining, they still have to give them the face they deserve, not to mention that Bian Zheng also gave guidance to Fairy Furong.

In addition, Furongxian couldn't stand anything less than beautiful. He saw all kinds of rare materials being wasted many times, and he was so angry that he directly contracted all of Xiao Shengpi's clothes.

In case Bian Zheng makes more nondescript fabrics and has a bad impact on the disciples of Huaying Pavilion, he will not dare to let this great god enter his house again. After finishing making clothes, he usually chooses to send his disciples up the mountain.

"One of the new rules of the Huaying Pavilion is that neither people with gray hair nor geese are allowed to enter." The pavilion master who loves beauty and neatness said this.

Running errands is known as exercise by the senior brothers and sisters. As the newest disciple, Qu Hongsu often has the task of delivering clothes to her.

Hehe, she was not dissatisfied. Qu Hongsu would not tell her senior brothers and sisters about how generous the Venerable from Guiyu Mountain was.

Furthermore, she was very curious about the existence of good luck that could drive two masters of weapon refining to struggle over such a trivial matter as making clothes.

Later, I went up the mountain more often, and occasionally I could see the child.

Without exception, they are watched closely.

Qu Hongsu's mood was very complicated. After witnessing a certain scene with her own eyes, she went back and told her confusion to her master.

"Isn't it cruel to live like this? Why not let her go?"

Furongxian smiled and touched her little disciple's head without saying anything.

She went to ask Granny Shan again. In Huaying Pavilion, the elders' duties were often distinguished by the color of their robes. White clothes were law enforcers, while yellow clothes represented the status of evangelists.

The vast world of cultivation has never been peaceful. After experiencing the pain of losing his son, the old man chose to change into red clothes. Fairy Furong acquiesced to her becoming the protector of his little disciple.

That day, the always stern old man showed a rare soft side.

"Hongsu, in life, you will always encounter difficult choices."

"It seems that the only one who can make a choice is herself."

"But in fact, the choice she made is not only related to herself. It is inevitable that some people will not be happy with the choice she made."

Xiao Hongsu didn't quite understand, so she turned around and asked her senior sister again.

The woman who was usually gentle, smart and very patient with her junior sister turned around and left after hearing this question.

The second senior brother and third senior sister who loved to use her for entertainment also avoided her.

Finally, the fourth senior brother who was closest to her in age found the autistic Qu Hongsu in a cliff cave by the sea.

"Don't blame them either."

The young man sighed and tried to relieve her.

"After all, you are lucky, what you see is not... too bad."

(End of chapter)