Chapter 129: Ancient Vacation 7
Bing Po threw the burden he had already prepared to Ling Wei, and said: "I promised to take you to Qizhen Garden, come with me! You must never have imagined that the rice we have been eating is taken from a big tree trunk .”

Bing Po took Ling Wei on a strange road. The strange thing is that he took her in a circle, walking and walking, a road appeared where there was no road before, shining golden light, stepping on it, and suddenly came to a place where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant garden.

Bing Po pointed to a coconut tree that looked like a common one in tropical areas, and told Ling Wei: "This is a rice tree. Its lifespan is generally only ten to twenty years, and it only blooms once in a lifetime. Once the flowers wither, it will wither immediately. If you cut it down, split the trunk, and scrape out the trunk powder inside. After drying, the trunk powder becomes plump and clear rice, which is soft and delicious when made into rice."

"Ouyang Lingwei, what are you doing?" Bing Po was furious. He told her his years of experience without any precautions, but she ran to the stream to watch the water. She couldn't bear it.

"Hush!" Ling Wei ignored his anger, motioned him to be quiet, and kept her eyes on the little goby swimming in the stream.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at this fish, which is two millimeters long and the size of a mustard seed. It's packed in special glass beads, swimming around, and used as earrings. How interesting it is."

"Ah! There's also asbestos here. Master, your Treasure Garden is indeed full of treasures."

Bing Po saw the asbestos that Ling Wei pointed to. The asbestos looked like extremely neatly arranged velvet, with countless fibers tightly glued together.

Ling Wei caressed the asbestos, and said in a tone full of yearning: "Asbestos is resistant to high temperature, corrosion, and does not conduct electricity or heat. If you mash it into a ball of 'silk floss', it is beautiful and soft. It must be good to make clothes with it! "

Although Bing Po didn't quite understand Ling Wei's words, he already guessed what she meant.He stared at the pile of stones, which were patterned in green, white, yellow and other colors, shining like grease, thoughtfully.

"It's getting late. Tell me, what are the identities of the ten people I want to kill for you? I will definitely make their families restless, make everyone betray their relatives, and there will be no place for them in the world." Ling Wei was evil. A smile.

"You...why do you bother, relying on your martial arts, you can kill them with a single blow, why do you do this? The world is so big, no one is your opponent except me." Long hair The silk hangs down, covering his expression.

"Intuition tells me that you are a good person, and good people should be rewarded."

"Good guy?" He smiled wryly, "You don't know how much blood is stained on my hands."

"Is there?" Ling Wei took his hand and looked carefully, and said innocently: "You don't have anything in your hand!"

Bing Po was amused by Ling Wei's words, he said: "You don't know the way out of the valley, I will take you out."

Outside Yungu, Ling Wei suddenly felt reluctant. Bingpo seemed to see her thoughts and said: "Being emotional will speed up the path to death. Even family and friendship can hurt people invisible."

"What else in this world is worthy of my affection?" Ling Wei laughed at herself.

Seeing Ling Wei's miserable expression, Bing Po seemed a little intolerant and said, "If love doesn't move even after you say it, it's not love. Don't worry, when you need me, I will naturally appear."

"Do you think you are a superman? If you say you will appear, you will appear." Ling Wei threw him a supercilious look, and embarked on the journey without hesitation.

"What is Superman?" Bingpo was confused and saw Ling Wei walking back halfway.

Ling Wei said: "You haven't told me the names and identities of those ten people? How can I find them?"

"Wu Batian, the leader of the Demon Cult, Lan Suixin, the leader of the Martial Arts, Wen Ziyang, the owner of Butterfly Villa, Ling Zhanyun, the owner of Jinxiu Villa, Qiu Da, the "expert outside the world" with a picture name, Ou Xiaomei, the owner of Tianzi Pavilion, Nanfeng The owner of the museum, Ou Shengfeng, the current emperor Murong Qing, the old general Li Jingyun, and the head of Wudemen Li Yingyu." When these names were mentioned, Bing Po gritted his teeth, murderous, at this moment, Ling Wei suddenly understood Bing Po Why didn't he kill someone himself? If he really killed someone himself, I'm afraid he can no longer control his killing intent!The whole world might bleed into rivers because of him.

However, Bing Po's enemy is too powerful!Ling Wei suddenly felt that she was cheap, why didn't she kill the enemy with one knife, but tortured the enemy instead?
"Master, can I regret what I just said?" Ling Wei smiled bitterly.

"No! Ling Wei, you promised me that you would ruin your enemy's reputation and then kill him." Bing Po said in a joking tone.

"Master." Ling Wei pulled Bing Po's sleeve.

"Okay, you can come back after killing those ten people, no matter what method you use, I can accept it." Bing Po no longer made things difficult for Ling Wei.

Ling Wei left.

Bing Po prepared her luggage well, including a change of clothes, dry food, bank notes and silver taels, a row of silver needles as hidden weapons, and a veil.The veil is soft, thin and breathable without being prying.

Bing Po once said that the silver needle is a very suitable hidden weapon for her.

At this time, Ling Wei was in the most popular restaurant in Luoyang - Yipinxiang Restaurant.

"Do you know? In half a month, the Wulin Alliance will hold a Wulin Conference to gather decent people to attack the leader of the Demon Cult."

Ling Wei heard the man holding the wine glass and whispering to others, there was the slight sound of him holding the glass, and the slight sound of shaking the wine.

"Isn't it true? The leader of the Demon Cult has done many evil things, and sooner or later he will die at the hands of decent people."

Wu Batian will die, but at the hands of her who is both good and evil.Ling Wei secretly said.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, don't let the minions of the Devil's Cult hear you."

"Hmph!" Ling Wei sneered, timid and fearful, the whole building might have heard their volume.

At this moment, a young man in Tsing Yi with a sword heard their conversation, and said loudly: "Evil is overwhelming, so why be afraid of mere Demon Cult!"

That man was afraid of the Devil's Cult, but he had no fear of decent people, and said, "Boy, it's none of your business if I talk to him!"

This is the human heart.Defeat in the hands of the Demon Cult would be death, but defeat in the hands of decent people would definitely not lead to death. In that case, he had nothing to fear.And he was more than enough to deal with nobodies.

The man said again: "Boy, I am a disciple of the Wudang School, I will come if I have the guts."

"Full of foul language. There is no such rude person in Wudang. Let me clean up Wudang's house on behalf of Wudang." Another person drew his sword and came out.

Boring farce.Ling Wei paid the bill and was about to leave, she said to the shopkeeper: "Yipinxiang's craftsmanship really deserves its reputation, but the lotus leaf steamed meat I ordered was a little less cooked, if the heat is higher, the lean meat will be soft and rotten, I believe the taste will be better Delicious."

(End of this chapter)

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