When the sky was white, Qianqian was hot from yesterday's leftovers, and she took two mouthfuls and followed Yang Huaiping out of the house.

Yang Huaiping looked at a yellowed sycamore leaf floating in the sky and said casually: "Qianqian, do you know that you can still find sincere and loving tears there?"

Qianqian scratched her head, she thought for a moment and said: "There should be no such sincere and loving people in this Qingshuitang Village, I know that there is a place where it is possible to find the kind of true and beloved tears you said, but that place is too dangerous, I think we should not go!"

Yang Huaiping held Qianqian's shoulders with both hands and stared at her seriously: "It's okay, since that place is dangerous, you stay at home, I'll go alone!"

Qianqian frowned and bit her lip and said: "According to the legend of our ancestors in Qingshuitang Village, there is a place called Montenegro in the west of our village, where lives the old demon of Montenegro, I heard that she has a son, the old demon of Montenegro loves her son very much, if you can kidnap the son of the old demon of Montenegro and threaten her, I think you may have the tears of the old demon of Montenegro!"

"Black Mountain Old Demon, Qianqian, what you said is too incredible!" Yang Huaiping said with a surprised expression.

Qianqian held a strand of green silk hanging from her chest with her hand, she stared at Yang Huaiping with wide eyes for a moment, "That place is too dangerous, I think we should not go, you go back with me to worship and get married, and then the two of us have a lot of children, how good it would be!"

Hearing this, Yang Huaiping suddenly felt depressed, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, Yang Huaiping took a deep breath and calmed down: "Qianqian, you go home, I'll go to Montenegro to have a look first, I must take these tears, after all, I have put in so much effort, I can't retreat to the last step!"

Qianqian pouted and walked to Yang Huaiping, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Yang Huaiping's cheek, "Then you be more careful, I'll wait for you at home!"

Immediately Qianqian turned her head and ran away with a red face, but Yang Huaiping was stunned on the spot like petrified, and after a long while, he came back to his senses and muttered to himself: "Qianqian, this little girl, actually kissed me forcibly!"

After Yang Huaiping let out a sigh of relief, he walked towards the market in Qingshuitang Village, as the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, Yang Huaiping decided to prepare before rushing to Montenegro.

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Walking farther and farther away, outside a wreath shop in Qingshuitang Village, Yang Huaiping, a middle-aged man wearing a gray kudzu shirt, his hair was a little messy, and his face was gray and dusty, and he got up from the coffin cover lying down and resting, and he paced in front of Yang Huaiping and said, "I don't know what the guests want to buy!"

Yang Huaiping raised his eyes and looked around the entire wreath shop, he fixed his eyes on the black sedan chair and muttered, "How much is the black sedan chair in your store?"

The middle-aged man with a gray face said with a smile: "The black sedan chair of the guest officer is a spirit stone!"

Yang Huaiping subconsciously reached out and touched the ephedra bag on his waist, and then touched the embroidered rose bag brought from the underworld, he smiled awkwardly and said: "That store, I came out in a hurry today, I didn't bring the spirit stone, can you give a credit first, and I will return the spirit stone in person another day!"

The shopkeeper glanced at Yang Huaiping up and down, and the corners of his mouth outlined a trace of arc and said coldly: "I'm sorry, my small shop is already in a recession, so I don't owe it on credit, if you really need this black sedan chair, then you have to press something!"

Yang Huaiping ran the black sedan chair of the wreath shop to his feet, he directly put the black sedan chair into the hemp yellow bag on his waist, Yang Huaiping said to the store in a deep voice: "I said I will return your spirit stone, I will pay you back, besides, do I send you that spirit stone!"

After the shopkeeper saw Yang Huaiping's ability to take pictures in the air, he was so frightened that he trembled and fell to the ground, and the shopkeeper's lips trembled: "I sent this black sedan chair to the guest officer, and the guest officer just took it away!"

Yang Huaiping waved his sleeves and turned around, and he said in a cold tone: "Within seven days, I will come and return your spirit stone!"

After saying this, Yang Huaiping strode away, and then he walked into a rouge shop.

A slightly bloated body, with undulating chests, and a woman dressed in flowers and branches walked up to Yang Huaiping, and she said in a flattering tone: "Yo, this handsome son, you are here to choose rouge gouache with your crush, the rouge gouache in our small shop is very famous in the entire Qingshuitang Village, son, you pick and choose which one you want to buy!"

Yang Huaiping looked at the woman dressed up with a foolish expression and said: "No, no, no, my son has heard that the parents of the store have a beautiful appearance, and he specially came to see the girl's face, and now he sees that it is really worthy of his reputation!"

The woman dressed in fancy clothes saw the handsome son in front of her who showed admiration for her, and she couldn't help but feel fluttering.

Yang Huaiping said some ambiguous words to the woman dressed in flowers, and he put the rouge gouache in front of the counter into the ephedra bag around his waist at a very fast speed.

After a while, the woman dressed in flowers and branches lowered her head and blushed and pinched the corner of her clothes with her hand and asked in a whisper: "Childe, are we going to meet at Qingtongxi in the evening and dusk, and then Childe thinks I look good with heavy makeup, or do I look good with light makeup?"

To the surprise of the woman dressed up in flowers, no one answered her words at all, and the woman in fashion couldn't help but raise her head, and suddenly, the woman in front of the counter saw that many bottles and cans disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't help but scold, "You little rabbit cub, you dare to tease the old lady!"

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At this time, in a col in Qingshuitang Village, Yang Huaiping let out a hearty laugh, and he muttered to himself: "Good looks, no way!"

Yang Huaiping knocked open a cave with a few punches in succession, he walked into the cave and sat down cross-legged, Yang Huaiping took out the bronze mirror that was smooth from the rouge shop proprietress, and he began to put on makeup with rouge gouache on his hands.

After about a cup of tea, under the careful dress, Yang Huaiping's appearance looked very strange, he silently recited a few words of the mantra taught by Ma Mian to hide the clothes on his face into the soul, and then Yang Huaiping took out the golden gun in the yellow storage bag on his waist, he drew a few charms on the golden gun taught by Ma Mian, and then put the golden gun into a bag embroidered with roses.

After doing this, Yang Huaiping took out the black sedan chair from the yellow bag around his waist, and after he silently recited a few mantras taught to him by the horse, he spit out a mouthful of the true fire of the sun and burned the sedan chair to the ground.

Immediately, Yang Huaiping slowly spread out his palm and released the four paper-binding people who gave him the head of the bull, and he got out of his body on the black sedan chair, and under the instruction of Yang Huaiping, the four paper-binding people carried the black sedan chair and jumped strangely and ran towards the west of Qingshuitang Village.