Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

According to the old man's words, Wei Canglan once again confirmed that this town is a stronghold of the Meihu Sect.

It seems that they are still guarding the town. Otherwise, the barbarians of the Shabone Tribe burned, killed and looted the city, and their bones would be everywhere. Now that everyone can still make a living, the Meihu Sect has done a good deed.

That is to say, it's not like the foxes have done all the bad things.

Before big right and wrong, there is still a sense of proportion.

Wei Canglan patiently waited for the other party to continue talking.

The old man was probably a little tired, or thirsty, and his speech was a little hoarse, so Wei Canglan took out a wine gourd from the ring and handed it to him.

Of course, this is not the scorching sun and burning flame wine gourd, the baby is always hanging on his waist.

When the old man saw that the other party conjured a gourd from the ring out of thin air, his old eyes widened in shock. Seeing that he handed the gourd to him, he quickly waved his hands and declined:
"God, you can't do it, you guard this town, we are grateful in our hearts, how can we..."

Wei Canglan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he stuffed it directly into his hand:
"Old man, see you off."

"This is medicinal wine, drinking it can prolong life."

When the old man heard this, he declined even more, saying "I can't do it."

But Wei Canglan's attitude was tougher, and he didn't give the old man a chance to say more.

In fact, he finds it troublesome. This old man has trouble with his legs and feet. He has to drink water when he is thirsty.

In the end, the old man accepted the gourd gratefully and took a sip of the good medicinal wine. Although he only felt that his waist and legs were no longer hurt, he could go up to the fifth floor in one breath.

Oh, sorry, there is no building in his house.

Anyway, he was somewhat refreshed, and he started to speak quickly.

"God, you came late, and you don't know anything. The town was invaded by those beasts that day. The officers and soldiers in the city went to resist. They didn't even hold on for a quarter of an hour, and they were all slaughtered."

"In the end, a few fairies in the city flew out on the clouds, drove those beasts out of the city, and fought together again."

"Although it was a complete victory, several fairies were injured."

"If it weren't for them, I don't know how many people would suffer."

Li Jin's expression became more and more complicated as he listened.

The master asked her to go to see it in person, understand it personally, and then make a decision to see if the actions of the Meihu Sect are really as unbearable as the rumors in the world of cultivating immortals.

Looking at it now, it is really different.

They seem to be great heroes for the country and the people.

Ugh.

Master is right.

Is this his xinxing and realm?
I'm afraid Jin'er will never be able to catch up.

"Old man, do you know where those girls live?"

"I have some contacts with their senior sisters."

Wei Canglan made up a lie casually, his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.

"This... the old man really doesn't know."

"However, there have been rumors about them in the city. It seems that the common people heard about them in a teahouse... I can't move, and I have never been to that teahouse..."

Wei Canglan frowned:
"Where is the teahouse?"

"I don't know, but you should find out after asking."

As the old man spoke, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and asked subconsciously:

"Shenxian, you are acquaintances with them, how can you not know where they are?"

Ah this...

Excuse me.

I have nothing to do with them.

Wei Canglan hastily concealed:

"I haven't been in touch with them for many years, but this time it's difficult and I have to help."

The realization of a lie needs to be covered up by another lie.

"Is that so..."

The old man was a little sad, because he couldn't help the young fairy in front of him, and he blamed himself in his heart.

Wei Canglan didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and left with a few words of comfort.

As for the wine gourd?
Just gave it to the old man as a gift.

Not far from the dilapidated small courtyard, Li Jin asked:
"Master, shall we go to the tea house now?"

"nature."

Wei Canglan nodded, thinking in his mind:
Right now, if you want to know the exact location of the Demon God's Bone, you must find the Meihu Sect.

Those little sisters have been fighting against the Sandbone Clan for many days, so they must have investigated the matter of the Demon God Ligu in advance.

Just find them and find a way to ask them clearly.

Of course, it's best to learn the location of the Demon God's Bone from their mouths, and then go there in person to see if it's true.

but……

Now that I am leading Li Jin and acting ostentatiously, the disciples of the Meihu Sect will definitely notice us.

Will they hide on purpose?

Thinking of this, Wei Canglan took out two bamboo hats from the ring again.

Handed one to Li Jin, motioning for her to put it on.
The other buckled on his head, and the breath around him disappeared instantly.

This bamboo hat is a treasure.

When I took Canxi to Erya City for the first time, I also wore this bamboo hat, so it is not easy to attract the attention of others.

The two crossed several old streets again, while paying attention to the pedestrians around them.

Tea house.

It is not easy for a tea house to continue to operate in this town that is invaded by the Sand Bone Tribe at any time.

Maybe that is the stronghold of the Meihu Sect.

Thinking of this, Wei Canglan couldn't help but rest his cheeks.

Right now, the life of the people in the city can be said to be precarious.

So who else wants to go to the teahouse?

A dignitary?

There is also a fart dignitary.

Why is the teahouse still in business?

Who would go there and spend a lot of money...

Big bucks... who's going to...

Thinking about it, not only Zhao Shanxiong's tall figure and rough face appeared in Wei Canglan's mind.

Correct!
That is a wanderer in the rivers and lakes.

Now the desert is hiring knights like them to deliver supplies.

Only they, desperadoes, are not afraid of death or the Sandbone Tribe.

The customers of the teahouse are likely to be these people!

Having figured everything out, Wei Canglan no longer hesitated, and took Li Jin along to ask questions along the way.

A quarter of an hour later.

He got the exact answer from a beggar.

Although it took two steamed buns.

In the current situation, beggars don't even want money, they just ask for two steamed buns to fill their stomachs.

Li Jin was kind and gave him three more to keep.

Following the beggar's clues, Wei Canglan found the teahouse.

A three-story loft.

It can be seen from the outside that the attic is expensive, and the luxurious decoration at the beginning can be vaguely seen.

Only now, there is a sense of decay outside the attic.

There was even a little blood on the top.

Presumably it was left behind when the Shabone Tribe burned and killed the city.

Stepping into the open front door, Wei Canglan found that there were quite a few people.

All of them were similar to Zhao Shanxiong, wearing shoddy armor, and the weapons in their hands were broken copper and iron.

They never drank tea either, but drank wine and ate meat.

This is not a tea house, it was directly changed into a restaurant, or a post station.

"Two, please come inside."

"Shooting or staying in a hotel?"

A graceful girl stepped forward to ask, with charming eyebrows and eyes, but Wei Canglan noticed that the left and right sides of her heart had disappeared under the sleeves.