Humu was worried that he didn't have any money on him, how to buy food for Murong Qiushui, the eldest lady, and happened to meet a fellow Taoist on the sea, and after a detailed discussion, he learned that Yang Qingshan had snatched the treasure bag of the three-fingered Taoist and agreed to retrieve it after three days, but the Sanbao Taoist was delayed by the matter, so he came to find Yang Qingshan at this time.

Humu didn't bring any money, and the three-fingered people were afraid that they couldn't beat Yang Qingshan, who had a surfboard as a helper, and the two hit it off.

"Here, bring this note to Yang Qingshan, and let him prepare a well-cooked excellent king crab, as well as an antidote pill. Hu Mu took out the note written by Murong Qiushui and stuffed it to the three-fingered Taoist, and then drank the wine gourd, smiling coldly.

"Does this note work?" wondered the Three-Fingered Daoist.

"Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here. Tiger said, sitting cross-legged on the silver sword.

With a worried mood, the Three-Fingered Daoist stepped on the waves and went ashore, sorted out his mood, and thought that he was here to get his things back, what was there to be afraid of, so he walked calmly to the small building where Yang Qingshan was, but the old Taoist robe on his body was really ......

Yang Qingshan was communicating with the surfboard about the things to pay attention to in cultivating immortals, just as the surfboard shyly talked about the temple of double cultivation, Yang Qingshan's heart was fluttering, and he suddenly heard the noise outside interrupting his thoughts, tilted his head and glanced from the rooftop, and saw a familiar old Taoist, looking up at himself with an angry face.

"Sister, do you know this old way?"

"Who? Oh, it's the Three-Fingered Daoist, you robbed him of his treasure bag a few days ago, and I guess I'm here to play with you now. ”

"Sister, this place is dangerous, hurry up and take refuge in the wing room with the main palace. ”

Yang Qingshan smiled, jokingly and was about to pull the surfboard to hide in the room to continue to study double cultivation, but the three-fingered Taoist downstairs shouted, and jumped onto the rooftop with his robe, blocking the middle between Yang Qingshan and the surfboard.

"It's out of my sight. Yang Qingshan said to the three-fingered Taoist.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The three-fingered roader said with a flushed face, quickly stood up a little, looked at Yang Qingshan and the surfboard team about to do sports, and said in a deep voice: "I know the whereabouts of a person." ”

"Who?" Yang Qingshan asked, reaching out and grabbing the little hand of the surfboard, and the surfboard glared at Yang Qingshan angrily.

"Murong Qiushui. ”

Yang Qingshan let go of the hand of the surfboard, went downstairs under the strange gaze of the three-fingered Taoist, and came up after a while, holding a small and cute treasure bag, and said with a bright smile: "This is yours, hehe, it's so hard to find." ”

"It's mine, it's good you didn't lose it. The three-fingered Taoist also smiled, secretly despised Yang Qingshan, and secretly wondered who Murong Qiushui was, which made Yang Qingshan so nervous.

"What about people?" Yang Qingshan sat on the recliner and did not hand over the treasure bag to the Three-Fingered Daoist, but asked with a smile.

The three-fingered Taoist smiled, relaxed his tension, and took out a note and put it on the coffee table.

Yang Qingshan's eyes widened, and the delicate small characters on the note said I am still alive, please rest assured, and today's date, although I have never seen Murong Qiushui write, but the only one who can write such neat and beautiful words is Murong Qiushui from the big family.

"Humu gave it to you?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"Yes. ”

"Murong Qiushui, have you seen it?"

"Nope. ”

"Huh. Yang Qingshan sneered.

"Although I don't know who Murong Qiushui is, Hu Jin's elders said that I want you to prepare the best king crab that has been cooked, as well as the antidote pill. The Three-Fingered Daoist said.

Yang Qingshan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, it was estimated that Murong Qiushui was hidden somewhere, and he couldn't eat well, and the tiger eye was afraid that Murong Qiushui would be hungry, so he let himself prepare to eat, and by the way, he told himself that Murong Qiushui was still alive and gave the tiger eye an antidote pill.

The surfboard looked at Yang Qingshan, waiting for Yang Qingshan to make a decision, and stood on the edge of the rooftop quietly, blocking the way for the three-fingered people to escape.

"Good. Yang Qingshan pondered for a moment before saying: "I said at the beginning that the treasure bag was only borrowed for a few days, but it is not so simple to return it to you, do you want to give it to me." ”

The three-fingered Taoist shook his head and said: "The electric light finger is my housekeeping skill, and I handed it over to you, what will I do to save my life." ”

"Then do you think you can save your life now? Murong Qiushui dared to pass the word to Humu without knowing anyone, you are already a dead man. Yang Qingshan sneered.

"Who the hell is that Murong Qiushui?" The Three-Fingered Daoist was frightened by Yang Qingshan's words.

"Murong Qiushui's surname is Murong, can't you still think of it?" said the surfboard laughed.

"Hehe, Humu kidnapped Murong Qiushui. Yang Qingshan said with fuel on fire.

"Murong family, oh my God, the tiger has killed me. The three-fingered Taoist said depressedly and crying to death.

"Alright, while you're not dead, pass down the electric light. Yang Qingshan took the opportunity to say.

"Well, if I teach you the Electro Finger, will you be able to save my life?" said the Three-Fingered Daoist.

"Yes, I won't say anything about you helping the kidnappers spread the word. ”

"Well, it's a deal, we swear to God. ”

"Yes. ”

After swearing, the three-fingered Taoist took out a shabby bamboo slip and taught it to Yang Qingshan, Yang Qingshan glanced at it, and sure enough, it was the magic of the electric light finger, and then gave the surfboard a look, let the surfboard look at the three-fingered Taoist, and went to the warehouse, and only went to the seafood shop of Lao Wangtou half an hour later, looking at the giant king crab bought by 250,000 yuan, he was a little reluctant in his heart.

"What? I made up my mind to go under the knife. "Lao Wangtou came over bored because the beach was blocked, and there were no customers in the store.

"Well, save people, old king, thank you for your hard work. Yang Qingshan said, and then glanced at the king crab reluctantly, "The eldest lady doesn't eat the calves of crabs, you ask the chef to put them in the calves of crabs, pay attention, don't get confused, ask the chef to be careful and serious." ”

"This is ......" Lao Wang looked at the medicine bottle in Yang Qingshan's palm, he understood something, so he cautiously took the small medicine bottle to the kitchen.

The three-fingered Taoist took back the treasure bag, felt comfortable, sighed that his life was not smooth, and he only entered the congenital after 20 years of penance, but he was trapped in the congenital for ten years and could not break through, and finally was determined by some old-timers to build a hopeless foundation, and the treasure bag in his hand was a relic of his double cultivation partner before he died.

Yang Qingshan apologized embarrassedly, and then said happily: "Go back and tell the tiger seniors that the antidote needs to wait for a few days, let him endure it first, so many Divine Qi Pills and Tranquility Pills are enough for him to stabilize the toxin." ”

"Has Tiger been poisoned by his juniors? The three-fingered Taoist said, and began to look at the treasure bag affectionately again.

"Hehe, that's because I'm suffocating. Yang Qingshan sneered, glancing at the surfboard.

The surfboard smiled coquettishly and began to use the beauty trick, and after a while, the three-fingered Taoist became Yang Qingshan's internal response.