Countryside Rhapsody

"I always carry it with me." Qin Boran was puzzled why Xie Fangchen would ask him like this, and while talking, he took out the white feather fan that Xie Fangchen gave him on the day of parting, and handed it to Xie Fangchen: "Little sister, why are you so tired?" Will it be mentioned suddenly?"

The proud landlord took the lupine handed over by Qin Boran and smiled, and said, "I don't think the lupine is very suitable for big brother, I want to change it to a different style."

After all, the proprietor proudly held the lupine and activated the magic circle on the fan. The feathers on the fan gradually receded, leaving only a skeleton of the fan, and then the skeleton slowly stretched, gradually becoming the shape of a folding fan.

Spread the fan bone flat on the table, the hand of the proud landlord stroked the fan bone, following the direction of the hand movement of the proud landlord, the neat and high-quality gold-sprinkled paper surface appeared on the fan bone, and a blank folding fan appeared in front of the two. in front of you.

After the feather fan transformed into a folding fan, the proud landlord did not return it to Qin Boran in a hurry. Instead, he condensed his breath on his fingertips, and the pen moved around, using aura as the pen and ink to write down the characters that would not be displayed.

When everything was finished, the proud landlord took out a worn ring-shaped jade pendant from his storage bag, hung it under the fan to make a fan pendant, and handed it to Qin Boran: "It's done, the simple white paper-sprinkled gold fan is a bit monotonous." , but the great rivers and mountains in this world are left to the elder brother to write."

Qin Boran took the folding fan that turned into a white feather fan with both hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you, little sister, I never thought that my little sister would have learned this."

"Of course." The proud landlord is very proud: "I am an all-round talent who knows astronomy and can dig tiles, and who knows geography and can dig trenches. Such trivial matters are naturally not a problem."

Qin Boran already knew Xie Fangchen's personality, so he didn't say much, holding the folding fan Xie Fangchen gave him, looking at the pure white fan, thinking about what he should draw on it, and what kind of poem he should put on it.

Ever since entering Feiqiong's territory, he has hardly encountered any satisfactory things. The paper fan handed over by the proprietor proudly relieved Qin Boran's tense nerves at this time, diverted his thoughts, and at least relaxed his face Quite a lot, it is no longer tense to look suspicious.

However, Qin Boran is not the only monk with a tense look in the non-Qiong land today. The appearance of most of the monks is somewhat similar to Qin Boran. For various reasons, they all feel panic and fear in their hearts. , or even anxiety, not knowing when the massacre of one person dying outside every hour will end, and when Zhenbao Pavilion will withdraw the order not to leave the non-Qiong land boundary.

Some impatient monks kept pacing in the lobby, thinking about what they should do, while those monks who had reached the golden core were in danger, especially those who had tickets to the auction. The Jindan cultivator is even in a state of being a soldier, holding on to his talisman and dare not let go.

The auction will be held at You time, and there is still a quarter of an hour before Shen time.

Like other monks, Qin Boran's heart fell into his throat. He was afraid of hearing the sad news of the death of a Jindan monk again. As the stick of incense in the lobby burned shorter and shorter, the voices of people's discussions became more and more loud. Low, listening carefully to the movement around.

"Brother, have you decided what to draw on it?" The proud host directly ignored the dignified atmosphere, as if he was out of the situation: "Or do you plan to write something?"

Qin Boran shook his head: "The paper surface of this fan is as pure as snow, sprinkled with gold and bright, it is already a beautiful picture."

"Brother, do you mean that you don't plan to write anything on it?" asked the host proudly.

"Let's talk about it later." Qin Boran smiled: "Why should you be in a hurry? Wouldn't it be a pity to ruin this fan instead if you were in a hurry for success?"

"Brother is right." The proud landlord smiled, looking at the suddenly empty street outside, only a few monks and pedestrians, and more guards from Yulongbingwei and Zhenbao Pavilion patrolling: "I really hope that the auction Will start sooner."

While the two were talking, the stick of incense in the lobby had been burned out, and the time was approaching, and everyone's brain nerves were tensed into a string, as if they would break if they were touched lightly. The people who heard all kinds of noisy voices slowly calmed down, listening carefully to the movement outside the house.

They are afraid.

They were afraid of hearing the news that someone had died again, especially the Golden Core cultivators, who were sweating and trembling uncontrollably. When death came, no one would truly be calm.

The revolving lantern scene will let them discover how many things they have missed. Death has never brought people relief, only pain.

Just when the atmosphere froze to the extreme, news came from outside.

This time, a total of three people died in three different places, and two of them were not Golden Core cultivators.

The other two people, like the other person who died in the previous hour, were only Foundation Establishment cultivators.

An atmosphere of terror spread all of a sudden.

It wasn't just the Jindan cultivators who were nervous all of a sudden, Qin Boran frowned. He had already begun to wonder if the murderer was still the same group?

According to the arc-shaped trajectory, all those who died were Jindan stage monks.

On the outside of the arc-shaped trajectory, one person died in the previous hour, and two people died in this hour. These people who were killed seemed to be arranged in a specific order.

Qin Boran's heart was full of dark clouds, and it was difficult to breathe. He was afraid that this matter would become more and more troublesome and delay his return trip arrangements.

"Brother, let's go for a walk." Proud owner suddenly said: "There seems to be a quarrel over there. If they can't control their emotions and start fighting, it will only affect us, and maybe we won't be able to keep up with the auction."

"Okay." Compared with the reason of avoiding trouble, Qin Boran suddenly had a terrible idea in his heart. He had to go to verify it, otherwise he would be fidgeting all the time: "Let's go."

Walking out of the inn, just as Qin Boran was about to put the fan back into the storage bag, the owner held his hand: "Brother, I think you look more handsome holding it."

"Really?" Qin Boran smiled: "Well, according to your wishes, I will always hold it."

Although he doesn't know why the proud landlord would do this, Qin Boran is sensitively aware that if he doesn't follow the proud landlord's request, the proud landlord will definitely come up with many ways to make him keep the fan in his hand: "little sister You gave me such a good gift, what should I give you in return?"

"I don't know if there will be any good things in tonight's auction. If I like it, I will tell my elder brother!" The proud host was not polite at all.

Qin Boran laughed: "Don't worry, your elder brother has brought enough spirit stones, it doesn't matter if you fancy a lot."

"As long as it's the same." The proud landlord looked at the front with a smile: "Where are we going now?"

"Let's go along this road. When we make a circle, we will be able to catch up with the start of the auction." Qin Boran said, "It's a blessing in disguise. There are fewer people on the street now, so we can have a good time to visit."

"Just as my brother said."

Qin Boran led the proud landlord to the side of the arc where someone died just now. Along the way, Qin Boran was observing the surrounding buildings, including the houses on both sides, stone carvings, floor tiles, and the strip inlaid in the middle of the stone floor. gold belt.

White marble is used as the bottom plate, and a large row of golden gold is laid on it, and the gold is inlaid with patterns made of silver, and the flower heart of the flower pattern is decorated with Lingshi. The word front is incisively and vividly.

The houses on both sides of the road are wooden tenon structures, covered with glazed blue tiles. Some larger houses have majestic guardian beasts in front of them, while some houses put smaller guardian beasts on the roof.

But no matter which one it is, it has never shown the slightest sign of dilapidation.

They used the famous spiritual wood to build their houses, which can survive thousands of years of wind and frost without being corrupted, and they even have to take care of it frequently, otherwise these spiritual woods that have been made into wood will grow new branches.

Some people don't like to take care of it, so you can see new branches growing on the doorposts, and green leaves swaggering in the air.

The peach charms hung by the merchant on both sides are not pasted with paper or carved on wooden boards, but long strips of jade charms comparable to Heshibi, each word contains full spiritual power.

Stores that sell jewelry are like vegetable sellers in a vegetable market. They put jewelry one by one on the sheds built outside the shop, and the jewelry sold in the shop is the worst magic weapon.

Along the way, Qin Boran observed carefully. He found that no matter on the ground or on the eaves, no matter how the general pattern changes, there is always a pattern that has never changed. It is exactly like swimming in a pond. The little tadpoles stretched for a whole way, and as they got closer to the murder scene, the color of the little tadpole pattern also changed.

After walking a certain distance, it wasn't just the color of the tadpole that changed. In addition to the original silver gradually turning into scarlet, the direction was also reversed.

Qin Boran suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the bottom of the roof.

Under his gaze, the originally pure silver tadpole suddenly turned scarlet, and then turned around as if it had life.

But just when the little tadpole had just completed its U-turn, it suddenly turned silvery white, turned its head one by one, and returned to its original appearance.

Looking at the pattern of a little tadpole wavering in that dark corner, Qin Boran was sure that the people who killed people in Feiqiong City were not a group of people.

But one thing is certain, whether those people are enemies or friends, they all know the secret hidden in Feiqiong, and it is a secret that is related to Feiqiong's life and death.

Qin Boran lowered his eyes, and tightly grasped the fan that the proprietor gave him. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the pagoda in the center of Feiqiong from a distance.

The world's number one Linglong Pagoda, a pagoda carved out of an entire piece of incomparably huge top-grade spirit stone, is the most famous scenic spot in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and it is also the stronghold of the Treasure Pavilion, the number one trading firm known on four continents.

It is also the lair of Jin Buhuan, the legendary cultivator of the transformation stage and the owner of Linglong Pavilion.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at the Linglong Pagoda from here is quite interesting."

"Isn't it just a big spirit stone?" The proud landlord didn't find it surprising at all: "No matter how beautiful it is, it's only man-made. How can it compare to nature's uncanny workmanship?"

"What amazes me is not only that its construction style can be completed in one go, without any waste, but also that there was such a large spirit stone in the former Dongsheng Shenzhou."

"Hmm..." The proud landlord frowned: "Really? I always feel that the breath on that stone is not as pleasing as the spirit stone in my hand."

"Really?" Qin Boran smiled: "Is it because the flowers can't go out?"

"Probably." The proud landlord scratched his head and blinked: "No matter how good it is, it's not mine. What's so rare?"

"You're right." Qin Boran patted the prideful host on the head: "Let's go, we can arrive at the venue in Youshi."

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