Fairy way

Zheng Qipeng smelled of alcohol all over his body, so Lin Xi couldn't help covering his nose.

"Get up!" Lin Xi roared.

Zheng Qipeng was shocked, opened his eyes suddenly, and struggled to get up from the puppets all over the floor drunkenly, looking around: "What's wrong, what's wrong."

"What did you say?" Lin Xi said rather dissatisfied.

You stole so many people's money, and you ended up buying spirit wine and drank it here, getting drunk and falling asleep.

Call me to wipe your ass.

Zheng Qipeng said puzzled: "It's nothing, I'm doing well."

"You're pretty good." Lin Xi said angrily, "If I hadn't come, your house would have been splashed with red paint."

"Red paint? Who dares to be so bold, this is Qing Yunzong."

"You also know that this is the Qingyun Sect. You acted recklessly and stole the spirit stones of dozens of disciples. You don't want to die. You are not afraid that the sect rules will not handle it." Lin Xi said.

"So it's about this..." Zheng Qipeng looked like a broken can, "Isn't it just one or two million spirit stones, is it worth these people being so nervous?"

The usual proud attitude was completely gone.

Now, although he is still proud in his bones, he shows that he doesn't care about these little things at all.

"Two million?" Lin Xi was taken aback.

It seems that I have only paid back more than 50 yuan.

Lin Xi asked, "Who else do you owe?"

"That's too much." Zheng Qipeng thought for a while: "I don't bother to remember the names of this group of people."

"..."

"Who bought the most puppets from you?" Lin Xi asked.

Zheng Qipeng thought about it hard: "I have a little impression. It seems that he is an inner sect disciple in the late foundation establishment period. His name is Huang Jingting. He is a candidate for true biography. Eleven high-level puppets have been customized, and I have collected all 75 spirit stones in total."

"You are really causing trouble for others." The corner of Lin Xi's mouth twitched.

Authentic candidates.

The entire Qingyun sect survived but more than 100 people died.

You must know that there are more than [-] fairy peaks and tens of thousands of disciples in the Qingyun Sect, and it is not a simple role that can stand out and become a candidate for the true biography.

Lin Xi had heard the name Huang Jingting before. He was a disciple of the Beacon Fire Hall, and he was also a direct disciple of the Hall Master.

A highly qualified, quite extraordinary disciple.

It is said that even breaking the seven major barriers established by the Hall of Beacon Fire, the owner of the hall personally came forward and made an exception to accept him as an apprentice.

"If he comes to trouble you today, you can wait to be arrested and paraded in the streets." Lin Xi said angrily.

Obviously, those who came to make trouble today are not all the ones who were cheated.

Zheng Qipeng said indifferently: "Do whatever you want, anyway, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes when I'm barefoot."

"You..." Lin Xi frowned.

I always feel that Zheng Qipeng is a bit weird.

Lin Xiping regained his composure and asked, "How is the puppet?"

"A few materials are needed to complete the final sacrifice, and about 150 million spirit stones are needed." Zheng Qipeng thought for a while and said.

"It's still so far away, you still drink." Lin Xi complained: "Quit alcohol, it smells very high-end, don't waste money on alcohol."

Now that the puppets have reached the last step.

Lin Xi also didn't want to see Zheng Qipeng's previous efforts in vain.

"If you are short of money, you can come to me. After all, I am your benefactor."

"I've looked for you."

"You waited for me a few more days, I just came down from Lihen Cliff, and I rushed over after receiving your communication symbol." Lin Xi said.

Zheng Qipeng woke up and said calmly, "I can't wait."

"There's nothing to wait for."

"I'm dying."

Hearing this, Lin Xi's hand that was about to take the spirit stone froze immediately. He looked at Zheng Qipeng: "What's wrong with you? Are you poisoned? Or have you lost your temper?"

"neither."

"Then how did the good one die?"

"The end of life." Zheng Qipeng said slowly.

At that moment, Lin Xi felt her heart tremble.

End of life.

Although Zheng Qipeng looks like a middle-aged man.

But it's actually pretty old.

Qi refining monks can only live for a hundred years.

Especially tinkering with puppets and getting sick from overwork, his health is actually not very good.

He had a premonition that his life was about to end normally, so he became urgent.

Time, not a single moment is to be wasted.

Zheng Qipeng smiled and poured the jug, and there was not a drop of wine left: "I will never have a chance to drink too much in the future. This spiritual wine can take care of my body and help me live longer."

He doesn't like to drink.

Alcohol would numb his brain and mess with his train of thought.

But there was no way, without the spirit wine to take care of him, his body would have collapsed long ago.

"You..." Lin Xi looked at Zheng Qipeng, and was speechless for a while.

This is the first time that someone with whom I have a relationship is going to die.

An inexplicable emotion gradually spread.

"There should be many life-extending spirits. I'll find them for you." Lin Xi subconsciously resisted the fact that Zheng Qipeng was about to die: "I'm rich, so it's nothing."

Zheng Qipeng shook his head: "No need."

"why?"

"I know very well about my own body. My life is exhausted, and my spiritual consciousness has gradually weakened. Even if I can extend my life, my thinking will slowly become dull, and I can't make puppets anymore." Zheng Qipeng said: "And I need to die Come to stimulate me, I will use the last time to complete this last work."

He was dying, and the only thing he cared about was the last puppet.

So he finally let go of his pride.

He began to sell the puppets he made at a low price.

The puppets were sold out, and he didn't want to waste his energy making new puppets, so he used his reputation to pit a batch of spirit stones for the final production.

That's why he doesn't care.

It's going to die anyway.

After he died, no matter how he flooded the sky.

The puppet monster's reputation is still great.

That's why so many spirit stones were pitted in a short period of time.

However, the puppet monster's delay in delivery has already made many disciples suspicious. Some disciples wanted to refund the money, but Zheng Qipeng ignored it and closed the door directly, ignoring everyone outside.

Lin Xi understood the whole story, but it was still difficult to accept: "As long as you are alive, you will have a chance. Why don't you try to break through, as long as you break through the foundation..."

"Believe me, I have thought about all the ways." Zheng Qipeng said seriously: "I don't have any ideas now, except for making the puppet."

A trace of sadness rose in Lin Xi's heart.

The other party is unwilling to fight for a chance to live for a long time.

Because once you fail, there is not enough time.

Lin Xi finally chose to respect the other party: "I understand."

"Then please help me to pay back all the money I owe." Zheng Qipeng said with a smile: "My lord."

"Okay, fortunately I came early, if Huang Jingting came to trouble you earlier, you would be finished." Lin Xi said: "Your restraint outside the door can't stop him."

At this moment, there was a "boom" from outside the courtyard.

The entire courtyard trembled uncontrollably.

It was like an earthquake.

But this is Qingyun Sect, how could there be an earthquake.

"Puppet monster, I'm here to get my things." A faint voice came from outside, and there was a hint of aloofness.

Zheng Qipeng's expression changed slightly: "Lin Xi, you crow's mouth."

"Can this be my fault?" Lin Xi said innocently.