[Sword III] Collection System

Fang Qi was wandering around Tangjiabao, he was looking for someone, to be honest, he didn't fully believe Tang Wuli's words, many things he said before were vague, it seemed that he didn't want him to know, so he wanted another Find someone who knows the inside story, and besides Tang Wuli, there is only one acquaintance in the Tang Sect...

"Come on, Rhubarb, let's go over there and have a look!"

Speaking of Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, just after leaving Tangjiaji, a fancy-dressed big peacock with colorful hair appeared on a leash and held a bird cage. Among the many low-key cannonballs, this one's painting The wind is unique, and it is particularly unharmonious, making people remember the common name... hot eyes.

"Yo Hou, what a rare visitor, come to Rhubarb to greet him." Tang Wule let go of the dog leash as soon as he saw him, and let the giant mastiff fly towards him.

As soon as Fang Qi released his murderous aura, Rhubarb changed his face in an instant, and ran back screaming, a typical bully.

"I have something to do with you."

"Everyone who comes to see me has something to do. Tell me quickly. I have to walk the dog." I haven't seen you for a few years. Tang Wule's Mandarin has improved a lot, but his temper is still the same arrogant.

"It's about Tang Xingyi, I think..." As soon as he said it, Tang Wule gestured to him, signaling him to talk later, Fang Xi nodded, it seemed that his mother's side was really tricky.

Tang Wule led him to his place, made a pot of tea unhurriedly, and then said slowly, "Why did you suddenly ask that person, is she related to you?"

"You said she was Tang Wuli's master, right?" Fang Xi asked.

"I didn't expect you to have a good memory." Tang Wule took a sip of tea, "Yes, it's true, she brought that kid back more than ten years ago, and she did accept him as her apprentice. You can find out why you made a special trip to ask me if you just ask around."

"So what I want to ask you is the cause of Tang Xingyi's death. You said that she died because of an improper mission." Fang Xi wanted to know what happened to his mother.

"Tang Xingyi's martial arts is one of the best among many disciples. Her error rate in missions is almost zero, but that was her only mistake. Do you know why?" Tang Wule suddenly smiled mysteriously.

Fang Xi thought to himself, if he knew, he would come to ask you?

"In fact, the reason is quite simple, because someone wanted her to die, so she had to die." Regardless of his surprised eyes, Tang Wule continued: "Although Tang Xingyi belongs to my Tang family, he is not from my main family. Several generations have served the great-grandmother and the old sect master, but even so, they are highly valued by the two elders. After the old sect master disappeared in the world, the sect master stubbornly wants to find clues that the old sect master is still alive, so he will be suspicious. I put my thoughts on Tang Xingyi's vein..."

"Does Tang Aotian think that Tang Xingyi still has contact with the hero Tang Jian?" Recalling Tang Jian's big confession before, Fang Xi felt that he had grasped something important.

"Hehe, I'd rather believe it than believe it. It would be the best if we could use this method to force the old sect master to show up. Anyway, he doesn't want to see these two masters and apprentices." Tang Wule said calmly, these broken people Basically, the higher-ups had a little bit of a bottom line in their minds, but it was just because of the majesty of the sect master that they didn't say it clearly.

Fang Xi already had some clues in his mind, so the old lady must not be clear about Tang Aotian's mind, otherwise she would not let Tang Xingyi, who he regards as her own granddaughter, go to die. Now he only has one question that he doesn't understand, and that is Where did his mother go that year after she failed in the mission, was she with his own father in this life?

Yi'er...a gift to my wife, Yi'er...

He felt that he should talk to the Taoist leader about the peach hairpin, and this matter must be done without telling his master, but it would take a lot of time to go back and forth like this, so he could only write a book for his little friend to read. Wanhua has helped him cover for a few days.

After being extorted by Tang Wule for a gossip fee, Fang Qi returned to Tangjiaji depressed. To be honest, it was really tiring to use his brain, which made him a little hungry.

"Come and eat, Dandan noodles just out of the pot!" Just as he was worrying, the smell of food wafted from the opposite side, and he took a closer look and saw that the boss who was in charge of the spoon was not one of the brothers who was enslaved by him last time!

"Have a bowl." Fang Qi sat down in front of the noodle shop, and put a few pennies on the table.

"Okay~ wait a minute." Brother Pao took out a large spoonful of chili peppers from the earthen pot and put them in the pot. The minced meat made a sizzling sound when the big pot was shaken, and a spicy smell wafted through his nostrils. Come on, the exciting stream of water ticking.

"Can you disciples of the Tang Sect still open a noodle shop?" Seeing his proficiency, Fang Xi couldn't help asking.

"This is my old man's noodle shop. I just take a look at it for him occasionally. When he comes back, I will go back to drive the stakes." When he asked, Pao Ge replied seriously, shaking his spoon.

Your Tang Sect's business is a bit wide...

Fang Xi complained.

Within a few minutes, a steaming bowl of Dandan noodles was ready and brought out. It was covered with a lot of pork sausages, and underneath the noodles were white and thin noodles, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding red soup. People have a big appetite.

Fang Xi didn't know how to eat spicy food, his taste was purely misled by Tang Wuli, after he came to this spicy land of Sichuan and Sichuan, he almost ate all the delicacies here, his tongue His perception of spiciness has also become more and more sluggish, and now he can eat most of the food without changing his expression.

After snorting and slurping two large bowls of noodles, Fang Xi was about to leave contentedly, but was stopped by someone.

"Your Excellency is so free, come and play around. If you are short of three, you can play for a few pennies." Several other familiar Pao Ge poked their heads out from the back of the noodle shop and greeted him warmly.

"How do you play this?" Fang Qi squeezed excitedly, and asked curiously, pointing to the suspected mahjong game on the table.

"Come on, let's play, and you will be able to do it." The Pao Pao stretched out their hands, and started to rub the cards with a clatter.

"?" Fang Xi also started to learn in a decent way.

Besides, on Tang Wuli's side, he was driving the glazed body just now, so he didn't get injured anyway. He got up and patted Hui and changed his clothes. He wanted to find someone to ask the little apprentice's whereabouts. There was a lot of noise, and a large group of people gathered in a circle and didn't know what they were doing.

"It's blurry." Tang Wuli reminded kindly by patting his fellow disciple on the shoulder.

"Stop making noises and you're still playing!" Brother Pao opened his paws on his shoulders and continued to look at the cards.

"It's really confusing, smell it." Tang Wuli pointed to the noodle shop behind him that was already billowing with black smoke.

The naked brother Pao paused, and jumped up with a spring: "I will face you!"

"Did you enjoy playing?" Tang Wuli turned his head and asked with a smile.

"..." Someone who had won all of the Pao Pao's property nodded innocently.

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【Wanhua】

At night, Feng Jianxun opened a letter and read it carefully against the faint candlelight. A few lines of words were written on the letter, and in the blank space was drawn a malicious and cute rooster.

[Back in ten days, don't read it. ——(*￣(エ)￣)]

After reading it, he originally wanted to burn the letter to destroy the corpse, but when his fingertips brushed over the naive panda, he hesitated, and instead folded the letter and locked it in his own box.

It seems that we have to hide it for a few more days. In this case, it should be no problem to let 'it' come out and replace it.

A purple butterfly fluttered away from his shoulder and got into the secret compartment. After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from far and near, getting closer, getting closer... Until a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The 'man''s face was covered under the jet-black hair, but it was not difficult to tell from his figure that he looked like a teenager. The purple butterfly that left before landed on its shoulder, and its translucent wings were still opening and closing.

Feng Jianxun looked at him, and suddenly smiled, as if he was looking at a work he was most satisfied with.

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小楼话雨扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2016-08-1317:03:10

Thank you dear mine~!What the fuck!