Leave it to the uncle to buy road money

The old man's voice trembled a little.

"Whose blood?"

Gu Qiansheng was a little speechless... Whose blood could the Star Picking Token be in his hands? Is the person from the Star Picking Tower really reliable?

"Master, why did you ask me something about Che Jilu?" Murong Hai couldn't help but interjected, Xinghe gave him a sharp look, opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to make another sound.

"It's my blood." Gu Qiansheng echoed.

Only then did Xinghe look affirmed, "Okay, I'll help you with this job. At noon tomorrow, come to the crooked neck and weeping willows in front of Qingming Lake so you can remember it. You can't be a minute early or a little late. As for Qingming Lake position, you ask me this apprentice."

After he ordered a few words, he got up and left in a hurry.

Leaving Gu Qiansheng and Murong Hai looking at each other in blank dismay, no matter what, today finally got a good result.

Thinking that Jun Li's whereabouts would be known soon, Gu Qiansheng felt as if a big rock had been removed.

"Brother Gu has not been here for a long time, I wonder if he has taken a good look around here." Murong Hai felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit awkward, and if they sat down like this, they might break up, because they were trained by Phoenix yesterday. Murong Hai, who was not in a good mood, raised his hand and rubbed his nose. "If you have nothing to do, how about going for a walk together?"

Gu Qiansheng smiled gratefully, "Thank you very much."

"I would also like to trouble you to point out the location of Qingming Lake."

"Okay, let's go." Murong Hai patted Gu Qiansheng on the shoulder, picked up the fan he had just put down from the table, opened it and shook it twice, walked in front and opened the bead curtain with the fan, and let Gu Qiansheng went first.

The waiter over there brought the dishes ordered yesterday and was about to serve the two who went out.

Murong Hai directly chose two pieces of dim sum from above, and told the person who served the food, "No more vegetables, and send the rest to Murong Mansion."

While talking, he also passed a piece of snacks to Gu Qiansheng, "Although Guangyu Pavilion is the best place to talk about things, it's really not the best place to go when it comes to eating."

"Stuff your belly first, and I'll bring you something to eat later." Murong Hai smiled brightly at Gu Qiansheng.

A moment later, Gu Qiansheng was holding a beggar chicken in his hand. He looked at the chicken and looked at Murong Hai, who was holding a chicken leg and eating deliciously. As a person with the blood of the Phoenix, didn't he feel that he would feel awkward eating chicken? Do you feel like eating the same kind?

"Why don't you eat?" Murong Hai wiped off the oily stains on his hands with his handkerchief.

Gu Qiansheng held the corner of his lips and looked Murong Hai up and down, "I just feel a little surprised for a while."

There are really many unimaginable things in the world. For example, Gu Qiansheng never imagined that Murong Hai was such a food-loving person. He took him to eat all over the Phoenix City, and it never stopped. After Murong Hai took Gu Qiansheng to eat two small stalls, Gu Qiansheng was already full and Murong Hai?

I don't know how many streets I ate, but I am still in high spirits!

It's not because they want to take him around Phoenix City, but because they simply lack someone to watch him eat.Gu Qiansheng took a deep breath and watched Murong Hai finish another bowl of tofu soup.

"Don't you really want to try it? The tofu soup here is very famous."

He seemed to know where the uncomfortable feeling of harmony he saw in Junli and him came from.

They are all so edible, no wonder the two hit it off, making him uncomfortable.

How big are their bellies?

Gu Qiansheng had a headache.

"I don't know when Brother Murong will take me to recognize Qingming Lake." Seeing that Murong Hai ate so much, Gu Qiansheng felt that he couldn't make it, but the client still looked hungry.

Sitting on the side like this, bearing the shocking gazes of those little brothers who have followed him all the way out of curiosity since they just ate Beggar Chicken, Gu Qiansheng really wanted to express that he was helpless.

"Sorry, I haven't had a good meal for a long time." Murong Hai, who had finally vented enough of his good things, had a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face, and opened his folding fan with a swipe, and shook it gracefully twice.

Gu Qiansheng felt that the gazes of those little brothers turned into high mountains.

It turns out that eating can also convince others, but Gu Qiansheng couldn't laugh or cry because he felt the mood changes of those people.

Since he began to practice spiritual power, he seems to be more sensitive to the outside world, and sometimes he can even feel other people's thoughts. Gu Qiansheng himself reckons that this is also related to the cultivation of those people, because he can't see through the galaxy and the world at all. Murong Hai.

Perhaps the most fundamental function of this ability is to judge whether others are telling the truth.

"Qingming Lake is not in Minghuang City, but outside the city."

"I wonder how long it will take to get from here to Qingming Lake." Gu Qiansheng asked.

"I haven't thought about it, and the lake is nothing special, I haven't been there for a long time." Murong Hai shook his head, anyway, we have to go there today, so we should pay more attention then.

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flower market storefront

The old man hurried back to the store, entered the house in a panic, and forgot to take care of his little cuties when he walked through the flower vines, and even tripped over an old vine, he didn't bow his head Distressed to see if my vines have been hurt.

It can be seen that he really has more important things on his mind now.

He went all the way into his bedroom, and peeled off the thick vines that covered the corner of the wall, and a lot of dust flew up in the air, finally revealing the large pulp red wooden box that was pressed at the bottom.

The keyhole of the lion's head gold lock is fastened tightly, and it is still golden after countless times, without any rust.

Xinghe scratched the back of his head, grinned for a while, and pulled out a few white hairs.

"It's broken, it's been too long and I forgot what talisman lock I used back then."

"Forget it, forget it, let's try it." While muttering, he stretched out his fingers and drew a complicated pattern out of thin air. Those patterns were drawn in the air, and they didn't know what kind of tricks were used, and they didn't disperse. The silver light stayed in mid-air until the old man finished his last stroke, and then turned into a small silver dot, which flashed into the keyhole.

The old man buttoned the keyhole hopefully, but it was still tightly locked.

Xinghe's old face darkened, and he did not give up and made a different solution, which was another phosphorescence.

Still not open!

Do not believe that evil!

After trying more than a dozen times, the old man exhausted his spiritual power and finally dragged the wooden box outside his store, so why did he lock up all his magic weapons in the first place? How about the idea of ​​using these divination tools for him!

Unreasonably worried.

Okay now, I forgot how to open the box.

The old man squatted in front of the box, sighed for a long time, and finally resigned himself to borrowing an ax from the shop next door.

There is no other way but to break it by violence.

There was a layer of sawdust on the tortoise shell copper coin, and Xinghe's heart ached, why didn't he think about how he would look when he took it out when he locked it...