Chapter 231: Wind Singing City
The name of the Bian family's business house is Qing'an, and it is the No. 1 business house in the Imperial Continent, and it can be said that it is not simple to do this, and there are not many people under the jurisdiction of the business bank. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Fortunately, the common record information in the cultivation world is jade slips, monks, especially those who have cultivated to a high level, the divine sense is swept slightly, and the browsing is finished, how to deal with it, leave annotations with the divine sense, even if it is finished, it is simple and convenient, and it is not easy to make mistakes, so even if Bian Hongjun has a lot of trivial things to accept, he will not be too busy, and he can do a lot of things for half an hour every day.
Fengming City is not far from Wanyue City, but Bian Hongjun's shuttle speed is touching, there is a time of two or three days, and it has also arrived, on the shuttle, in addition to Bian Hongjun, there is also a person who is an acquaintance, that is, Bian Hongjun's big apprentice, Bian Weiran.
Bian Weiran, as Bian Hongjun's right-hand man, is also very broken and reused, the last time he said goodbye, more than a year later, Mo Qiqi saw him again.
However, it is not surprising that she lives in seclusion, except for retreat, which is retreat, and it is normal if she can't touch it.
When Bian Weiran saw Mo Qiqi, he greeted with a smile: "Miss Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed." It seems that he didn't care at all that Mo Qiqi crippled his only junior sister, and the good senior brother who spoiled his junior sister also dissipated with the wind as Bian Xianya was disabled.
This guy had satirically scolded Su Ziyang and her in the Ming Dynasty before, and Mo Qiqi naturally didn't have a good impression of him, but if he didn't have a good impression, he didn't have a good feeling, and this mouth was not suitable for tearing his face at the moment.
said hello to him perfunctorily, and wanted to shrink into the side room to mix time, but Bian Hongjun suddenly stopped her: "I heard that your cooking skills are good?"
Mo Qiqi was stunned, this is probably heard from Bian Hongze? She didn't have any big dissatisfaction with Bian Hongze, but after suffering an unwarranted disaster, she immediately turned him into a raccoon dog of the Bian family, and instantly lost her good feelings.
Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he was still humble on his face, "It's just that he can still enter the mouth." ā
Bian Hongjun nodded, touched a storage bag and threw it to her, she then looked at the various ingredients and condiments in it, looking like Bian Hongjun, and listened to him: "There are still two days away, there is nothing to do, try your craftsmanship." ā
It was obviously prepared early, even if Mo Qiqi was unwilling, he couldn't say anything, rummaged through the storage bag and selected a few ingredients that he felt was the most unappetizing, and then made a perfunctory meal.
Cooking this kind of thing, the most particular state of mind, she is reluctant, the food made, the taste will naturally be discounted, plus she intentionally or unintentionally should turn over not turn, should not cut the material, the taste of this meal, can be said to be the most undelicious meal she has made since cooking spiritual food.
But in the end, the foundation is there, no matter how delicious it is, it won't be much worse than what the chef of the Bian family makes, Bian Hongjun tasted two bites, paused, and praised: "It's okay." ā
Whether he praised it or not, Mo Qiqi didn't care at all, said a word to him, and went to the private room to stay.
Bian Weiran said as if unintentionally: "Miss Mo looks at it, and she seems to be a little unhappy. ā
He originally wanted to pour some eye drops, and Mo Qiqi's heart was unwilling.
Bian Hongjun was consciously considerate, the power of the spell, he was clear, he had tossed her for so long, even if she didn't say it on her face, she must still be a little angry in her heart, if not, Bian Hongjun would not want to take her out to relax, and then see if there is anything agreeable, buy it to coax her, in his heart, the female cultivator is like this, there is nothing that the spirit stone can't solve, even if there is, it must be that the spirit stone is not enough.
After a pause, he advised: "She's been in a bad mood lately, don't provoke her." ā
Bian Weiran smiled and said, "The disciple knows." ā
He didn't like Mo Qiqi a little, probably out of vigilance against his opponents, for fear that his own status would be affected, and he could put some eye drops on it without a trace, which was the best, but to scold her clearly, he naturally wouldn't be so stupid.
took the special car of the Yuanying monk and arrived at Fengming City without any danger or danger.
Fengming City is a number of fairy cities in the imperial line, compared to many fairy cities that are not very exquisite, and the fairy cities built on the local materials by the mountains and rivers are much more majestic, and there is a bit of the meaning of palace buildings.
Fengming City is not the private city of the Bian family, but Bian Hongjun is not so arrogant, he collected the shuttle outside the city, and entered the city through the special passage of high-level monks.
Bian Hongjun took Mo Qiqi out of his mind, Mo Qiqi can also guess a few points, in line with the idea that he can pick up as much wool as he can, and it is best to make him bald, Mo Qiqi got off the shuttle, looked at Fengming City, and deliberately showed a few happy emotions.
Bian Hongjun, who had been paying attention to her distractedly, was slightly relieved.
Bian Hongjun's trip was not for official business, but he just took her out for a walk, so he didn't notify the people of the Bian family firm, and naturally there were no people who came to greet her.
Mo Qiqi turned on the Guanzhen Nail Exploration Technique, and swept the streets in rows, all kinds of treasures almost blinded her dog eyes, she stood behind Bian Hongjun, looking left and right, revealing a curious look.
Bian Hongjun asked, "It's still early in the hour, do you want to go to the store and take a stroll around?"
Mo Qiqi nodded, and then showed an embarrassed expression: "Zhenjun should have something, right? Will it be delayed? Otherwise, Zhenjun will go to work first, and the juniors will walk around at will, and when Zhenjun is done, the juniors will go to find Zhenjun?"
Bian Hongjun waved his hand, raised his chin slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, let's go." With that, he walked towards a nearby Hundred Treasure Pavilion.
Mo Qiqi had no choice but to keep up.
The third is the entry of the high-level monks, and the shopkeeper is busy coming down from the upper floor to entertain, serving tea and pouring water to the seat, and then asking: "Do the immortal elders want to see the heavenly and earthly treasures, or do they want to see the magic weapons?"
He was naturally asked by Bian Hongjun, who had the highest cultivation in the court, Bian Hongjun raised his chin slightly towards Mo Qiqi, Mo Qiqi touched it from the storage bag, took out a few pieces of jade slips, and asked, "Do you have these things here?"
The shopkeeper respectfully took it over, and looked at it one by one, what Mo Qiqi carved down were some extremely rare and hard-to-find medicinal materials in the third and fourth orders or things like the Ore Beast Bone Inner Pill, not to mention anything else, the price was the same, and it was not much more expensive, but even if others saw it, they probably thought that she wanted to refine some powerful natal magic weapon.
The shopkeeper wrote down what was in the store, and then returned the jade slip to Mo Qiqi, and arched his hand: "Most of these treasures in the fairy Changjian are unattainable. ā