The four brothers of the Mo Family, each holding a book at this time, are watching with gusto.
"Haha, you still want to fight Chen Beidou, that kid has countless ancient stunts that have been lost."
"Awesome, what a dragon strike qigong, let's go!"
"What a powerful demon emperor, a piece of divine bone froze countless people from approaching, but in the end it made the kid Pang Long cheaper."
"All dissatisfaction, the blood of the ancient monster, the alien sacred bird, are all scum, Ye Hao is mighty."
Inside the house, the four Mojia brothers had forgotten what they promised to Yang Xiao before they started, and they roared a few times from time to time.
The bored Yang Xiao didn't care about them either. He was alone in the bookstore and there was no one to talk to. It would be good to listen to these guys.
Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, and the night of Skull Mountain felt a bit gloomy.
From time to time, there were strange sounds, but they weren't like monsters. In short, they were very scary.
Fortunately, there is protection outside the bookstore, Yang Xiao is not very afraid.
It is impossible to count the avatar of the saint, is it possible that there is a quasi saint or the saint lurking in this Skull Mountain, it is almost impossible.
The quasi-sages and saints of the Westward Journey are the kind that can be named, and there is almost nothing unknown.
Yang Xiao had never heard of any quasi-sages or saints on the Skull Mountain.
"Don't look at it, don't look at it, this store is about to close, numb, hurry up, don't force this store to take the initiative!"
Back in the room, Yang Xiao patted the table and looked at the four Mojia brothers in the corner.
Mo Liqing didn't look up when she heard the sound, and eagerly replied, "Wait a moment, the shopkeeper will wait for me to finish reading this paragraph."
"Stop talking nonsense, stop the ink, after reading this paragraph, do you want to see the next paragraph?"
Yang Xiao was funny, curled his lips, how could this little trick be kept from him.
Seeing that the four of them were still indifferent, Yang Xiao, helpless, went over and snatched the book from the four of them and put it back on the shelf.
"Who, who took my book, don't want to mix it up?"
Mo Lihai stared at Tongling with big eyes, screamed in dissatisfaction, and quickly turned to the bookshelf.
Mo Lishou must be rational, and his face is full of chagrin: "I'm seeing the wonderful part, the owner, let me take a look!"
"No, that magic gift is coming, don't take the book, and take it tomorrow to prevent you from coming."
Without even thinking about it, Yang Xiao refused, and his eyes fell on Mo Lihai who was about to take the book.
The four Mojia brothers looked alike, and he couldn't tell which was which for a while.
Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Mo Lihai's body suddenly stiffened, and he was already about to reach the book's fingers, so he returned angrily.
"The shopkeeper, my good shopkeeper, just one glance, one glance can't make it?"
Mo Lihai, crying, begged.
Yang Xiao shook his head: "Of course not. Haven't you heard of it. Have a look at Wannian?"
What the hell, what a thousand years, it seems to be very profound, the owner is the owner, don't look at the low level of cultivation, every word and deed contains great principles.
Mo Lihai thought to himself, but was quickly attracted by the book. Now he doesn't think about anything, just wants to read.
"Half eye, half eye can't make it?"
Silently staring at the Mo Lihai who was still begging him, Yang Xiao helplessly: "Look at when it's outside, don't tell the owner of the shop that you four will not guard the gate tonight!"
"Scared, is it dark, what time is it now?"
After a moment of stunned, the four Mojia brothers exclaimed and hurried to the door to watch the sky.
When it was discovered that the outside was completely dark, the faces of several people suddenly changed.
"Hurry up, go back and change the guard, you'll be late."
Amid the noise, the four rushed to the door.
Yang Xiao strode up, grabbing Mo Li Hai behind.
"What are you doing? You want to read books without paying? You want to read Bawang books?"
The captured Mo Lihai patted his forehead, took out a lot of things from the portable space and threw them to Yang Xiao.
"Excess, count tomorrow's book money, the shopkeeper, you can remember it."
After leaving a word, Molihai rushed into the night and flew up on the auspicious clouds, following the other three people, rushing to the heaven.
Funny put away the treasure, Yang Xiao summoned the water mirror and switched to Mo Lihai.
After a quick meal, the four returned to the heaven.
The place where Mo Lihai went was the East Heaven Gate of Heavenly Court, and Yang Xiao had seen it for the first time.
It looked no different from Nantian Gate, and the guards in front of the gate were similar.
"Thank you, you are a bit late, why are you busy?"
The guard in front of Dongtian Gate was a person Yang Xiao didn't know, his face was a little blue, his head was red, and his face was a bit vicious.
Among the four marshals of Ma Zhao Wenguan, Yang Xiao knew Guan Yu and King Ma Huaguang.
There are two remaining, one is Zhao Gongming, God of Wealth, and the other is Wen Qiong.
Zhao Gongming and Yang Xiao are familiar. It is said that it is a black charcoal head like Li Kui, not a green face.
This one is not Zhao Gongming, it can only be Wen Qiong.
According to legend, this Wen Qiong was not only one of the four marshals of the Heavenly Court, but also one of the ten great Taibaos under the command of Emperor Dongyue, and one of the 36 generals under the command of Emperor Zhenwu.
"Haha, accidentally overslept, sorry sorry!"
Mo Lihai made a haha, and hurried to apologize to Wen Qiong.
Frowning slightly, Wen Qiong said with dissatisfaction: "Since I have been waiting for a heavy burden, how can I miss something because of sleep? Don't happen again in the future."
"Of course not, the king now knows that the marshal is a busy man, don't delay, hurry up and do your job!"
After all, it was his fault, and Mo Lihai did not argue.
Wen Qiong nodded, turned into a stream of light, and headed to the lower realm. He had to go to Mount Tai to help Emperor Dongyue deal with the underworld.
"What's the air? It won't be too long. In a few days, let's see how the king beats you."
Witnessing Wen Qiong's disappearance, Mo Lihai snorted dissatisfiedly.
His strength is a bit worse than Wen Qiong.
Because of his status as a disciple, he has been on the list of enshrined gods, and his cultivation level has not been advanced for many years.
However, Wen Qiong was the first Taibao among Dongyue's top ten Taibao, and was highly favored by Emperor Dongyue.
And at the same time, he also helped the Emperor Zhenwu to do things, and the benefits were definitely not lost.
After so many years, Wen Qiong's cultivation base has been inferior to Mo Lihai, and has gradually surpassed him. It is now in the late Taiyi stage, and the breakthrough to Da Luo is just around the corner.
However, after seeing the performance of Huahu Miao, Monkey King, and Ne Zha, Mo Lihai was full of confidence in defeating Wen Qiong.
Such a magical bookstore can walk sideways with any trick.
The book Mo Lihai was reading now was shocking, and it described various powerful exercises and many amazing things. If he understood them, he had no doubt about their power.
A piece of the demon emperor bone, the demon emperor has died for so many years, and it can be shaken so that no one can approach it.
"This guy is so confident before he understands it, but once he understands it, he can really beat him!"
In the bookstore, Yang Xiao laughed and shook his head. After a few days, maybe there will be another good show.
