Liu Xiu asked again, and Zhang Ming came to his senses and nodded quickly: "Ah, of course it is useful." As soon as he said that, he felt something was wrong, "Of course, it depends on who uses it."

"What you mean is that it is useful to you, but it is useless to me?" Liu Xiu looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Ming twitched his eyes twice and nodded: "With your current cultivation level, you really can't use such a magical object."

"Is this a magical thing?" Liu Xiu said deliberately disapprovingly: "Isn't it just a ox horn? There are so many on the grassland." As he said that, he threw the ox horn in the air and reached out to catch it.

Zhang Ming's heart followed, and didn't care about it for a while and explained: "This is not an ordinary cow horn, this is the cow horn of the green cow that Laojun rode. You see, there are words on it, which was carved by Laojun himself."

"And, do you believe this? I will find two ox horns tomorrow and engrave the characters, which is used by Huangdi."

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and was very dissatisfied with Liu Xiu's contempt, but then he thought about it and laughed again: "You are right. For ordinary people, this is just an ordinary bull horn."

"But in the hands of you practitioners, this is a magical object." Liu Xiu turned his mind and glanced at Zhang Ming sideways and said, "I said to Zhang Envoy, if I hadn't taken action just now, I'm afraid you, the three of you masters and disciples, will be trapped in this Bailang Mountain today?"

Zhang Ming's old face turned red.

"Then should this divine object belong to me?"

"This..." Zhang Ming was embarrassed to say no, but he couldn't bear to say yes, so he just rubbed his hands and refused to speak. Liu Xiu didn't urge him, so he put the horns in his arms and urged the horse to walk forward. Zhang Ming was so heartbroken that he was as if he had been cut by someone. After hesitating for a moment, he hurriedly followed, lowered his voice and said, "Deran, this green horns are indeed your spoils, but... it's useless to you..."

"It's useless now, but it may be useful in the future." Liu Xiu interrupted him.

Zhang Ming smacked his lips, his face flushed with anxiety: "Then don't you need it now? Isn't it a pity that such a magical object is idle?"

"What a pity? I'm willing." Liu Xiu said tiredly.

"That..." Zhang Ming said hesitantly: "Deran, look at me following you this time. Although I have no credit, I have followed you so far. Do you think so?"

"I know, when I go back, I will ask the lieutenant and the governor to reward you." Liu Xiu turned his head and looked at Zhang Ming, thinking that he was really tough without desire. Zhang Ming didn't care much about fame and fortune. He usually seemed to be a master of enlightenment, but today he saw this green ox horn, his greed was fully exposed, and he could no longer see any immortal spirit. The only thing left was to humble a lot.

So, how many people can truly be strong if they are free from desires.

"Deran, you know that I am dedicated to the Tao and have no interest in those common things." Zhang Ming also saw Liu Xiu's thoughts, no longer concealed, and said bluntly: "I am determined to win this Niujiao, you can offer a price."

"I want to grab it clearly?" Liu Xiu couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Ming also smiled embarrassedly and shook his head: "I am so shocked that I can't do such a strong thing. I want to make a deal with you." He paused and said, "I can satisfy you whether you want money or women. If you want to learn Taoism, I can also teach you everything. But I remind you in advance that although you have made rapid progress, your cultivation is still limited, and it will not be beneficial to you to be eager to achieve success."

Liu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that Zhao Yun and others were already looking away from afar, suddenly stopped, looked at Yang Feng and Lan Lan behind him, and frowned and asked, "You Taipingdao still gave away the female disciples?"

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and was silent for a moment: "There are people in the teachings who are good at the room, and some female disciples who are specially used to give away people."

"Who are you giving it to?"

Zhang Ming shook his head and said nothing. Liu Xiu breathed unhappily, looked down at the horn in his hand, and thought for a moment: "Tell me what is wonderful about this horn? I can lend him to you for a few days."
Chapter completed!