The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 115 The Bronze Crane Tells a Story ([-])
Xiong Bing'e said, "Not for sale."

The man stretched out his hand to touch the smooth back of the little gourd with a playful smile, and the little gourd hissed in horror.

However, Xiong Bing'e did not dare to get angry.

He knew that it was not easy for someone who dared to say such things casually on the street.

The man looked at him in surprise: "You have a good temper. That saves me from taking action. Tell me, how many spirit stones are you willing to sell to me? I will take them away as a gift to my father."

He said: "No matter how many spirit stones are sold, it is my natal spirit beast."

"Three thousand spirit stones, will you sell them or not?"

"Not for sale."

Xiong Binge wanted to leave, but was stopped by several men in black robes who suddenly appeared around him: "Ten thousand."

Xiong Binge had never seen so many spirit stones in his life, but he met the terrified eyes of the little gourd and said, "Not for sale."

"What about twenty thousand?"

Xiong Binge was stunned.

He frantically thought about what these spirit stones could do, and even fell into an illusion of infinite beauty for a moment.

Spend resources to pile yourself up to Jindan, at least there is no problem. This is a lifespan of more than 300 years!

But the little gourd is his old buddy.

At the beginning, Xiong Binge broke the hunter's trap in the forest and rescued it, which was still a pony. It fell in love with Xiong Binge, who had nothing, and took the initiative to leave the group and travel the world with him.

A monk like Xiong Binge, who was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary, had ridden on its back, galloped on high mountains or huge lakes for how long, and saw how many wonders that other monks might not be able to see.

That was the only corner of his distant dream that was within reach.

His disciples also like it very much. Every time its food is carefully prepared by the disciples and the copper crane.

Every day, they will take turns to comb the little gourd.

He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and said, "Not for sale."

"It's really ignorant." The young man said, his face gradually turned cold, "Don't think I didn't understand your expression just now, I will give you one last chance."

The men in black gradually surrounded him.

Of the five people, he couldn't see through each of them. If they fought at this time, he would definitely be defeated, or even die like that.

"Thirty thousand." The young man unscrewed the cork of the jug in his hand and said casually, "Sell it?"

There was a "squeak" sound from behind.

Xiong Binge's heart was beating very fast, he knew he could catch this sword.

But when the sword was about to hit him, he felt a little weak for some reason, and lightly blocked it—of course he didn't block it.

He looked at the blood streaming down his arm, but felt relieved.

"me--"

Before the word "sell" was pronounced, he found that something seemed to be sticking to the sword, which made his eyes go dark.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the disciples and the copper crane who hurried over.

The little gourd is gone.

He knew that the little gourd was taken away, but he still asked Luo Xiaoyu and Tonghe to look for it like a madman in the middle of the night, but of course they found nothing.

The two teenagers tried their best to comfort him with tears in their eyes, and finally carried him who was in a state of embarrassment and powerlessness in turn, and brought him back to the Elder Peak with difficulty.

He was a monk who was close to the late stage of foundation establishment, and when he came back, he became hot. Like a mortal, his disciple Luo Xiaoyu waited on him all night in confusion.

He woke up in a daze in the morning three days later and checked his ring subconsciously.

Inside a bright light.

Piles of spirit stones are randomly stacked in the corner.

He counted them one by one until the sun rose to the sky.

Thirty thousand, exactly thirty thousand.

A day later, wearing a mask, he walked into the Medicine Pavilion, and then into the Tongfa Pavilion, spending [-] spirit stones.

Finished the little gourd.

When he returned to the Elder Peak, he saw his disciple came back from nowhere, with his trousers covered in mud, sitting blankly beside the manger wiping his tears together with his little steel cannon.

Just as he was about to go over and ask, he was stopped by a bronze crane that was also covered in mud: "Grandpa Xiong, he's fine, I'll just watch."

Xiong Binge could guess, they went to find Little Gourd.

He froze on the spot, his intense heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he said dryly after a while: "Then wait for him to recover, and you tell him, don't come to look for me in the room for a few days, I want to retreat."

Tonghe had no doubt about him, and nodded in agreement.

After several months, when he broke through the golden core and came out, Luo Xiaoyu was so excited that he wept: "You must get the little gourd back!"

The bronze crane just came up the mountain and said that someone was looking for him.

Xiong Binge hastily agreed to Luo Xiaoyu and went down the mountain.

Tong He frowned slightly when Luo Xiaoyu happily said that Xiong Bing'e had advanced to the Golden Core.

Is it all a coincidence?

Xiong Binge went down the mountain, but saw a familiar figure from behind.

The man turned his head and said with a smile: "There is a small problem with the goods you gave us, so you can solve it, and we will prepare another reward for you."

Xiong Binge began to feel dizzy again: "Don't think about it."

"We're not bad people, and we didn't hurt you last time, right? We're very honest." The handsome young man said with a smile, "And, my father said, if it really doesn't work, I'll give it back to you. .Are you really not going?"

Xiong Binge stopped again.

He heard four words squeezed out between his teeth: "I'll go with you."

The young man smiled with satisfaction.

They stopped in a cold jungle.

When Xiong Binge saw the little gourd, his pupils shrank violently.

That was no longer a white horse.

Its skin was torn apart, dark red blood dripped on the bloody beach, and what was splashed was also blood.

Luo Xiaoyu's face flashed in his mind.

How sad it would be if the child saw it.

Four men in black tightly controlled it with chains.

The young man said nonchalantly: "We want it to be more obedient, what should we do?"

Little Gourd turned his head and looked at him, with burning hatred in his eyes.

He took a step back, not daring to look into its eyes: "I have to break my contract with it."

"You cancel it."

Xiong Binge said: "I withdraw my name."

Before the intense disappointment and pain had time to fill his heart, it disappeared.

Very well, the young man said, I have another way, but you can't go yet, wait a little longer.

Xiong Binge witnessed a torture, but he still refused to take even a step.

Xiong Bing'e didn't know until today that the little gourd is a strong horse that would rather die than surrender.

Before, when it was hurt by Luo Xiaoyu when grooming, it would be so angry that it kicked up. Everyone agreed that it was very delicate, like a child.

He has been afraid to look up.

"Damn." Finally, he heard the young man scolded in frustration, "Forget it, I'll give it back to you."

(End of this chapter)