Ten minutes passed, Wang Qiang and Xiaoshi returned to the door of the shop, and calculated the time when the two of them went out to hang out, which was exactly two hours. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he walked through the door, he saw that the Humpty Dumpty shopkeeper was busy everywhere, and the Eighth Elder was in front of a counter to select talisman pens.

"Grandpa, we're back."

As soon as I walked through the door, the small stones were clamouring.

"So fast? Let's hurry back to the tribe as soon as possible, so that the tribesmen don't worry. ”

Seeing Wang Qiang and Xiaoshi coming back, the Eighth Elder's slightly hanging thoughts relaxed: these two little guys went out for the first time, and it was impossible to say in their hearts that they were not worried, but it was a pity that their own family was a cripple and it was inconvenient to move, so they had to let them play and see by themselves.

After a while, the Eighth Elder and the Humpty Dumpty Shopkeeper completed the transaction, and the money and goods were cleared, not only did they not spend soul stones, but they also had a little more soul stones in their packages.

In fact, the people in the "Deacon Hall" knew that the eight elders took a little talisman seal from time to time to sell it.

But this crippled old man has to live, right? It is impossible to make ends meet without any income, and even a prisoner needs to eat and drink, so he turns a blind eye.

The three of them said goodbye to the short and fat shopkeeper who looked a little depressed, and the Eighth Elder pointed to the small stone and walked towards the wine shop in the other direction.

Originally, it was Wang Qiang's turn to carry the Eighth Elder back, but Xiaoshi refused to let him, saying that he wanted to be a little taller and stronger than Wang Qiang, so he didn't agree, and Wang Qiang had no choice but to let him.

From the expression of the short and fat shopkeeper, Wang Qiang knew that his work of persuading the Eighth Elder ended in failure, which gave Wang Qiang a new understanding of the stubbornness of the Eighth Elder.

Really to talk about it, the eight elders have been crippled, alone to support the "bluestone tribe" for a thousand years, at the last moment when they are about to face a desperate situation, acting according to the advice of the short and fat shopkeeper is a wise decision, and it is also the last bit of vitality of the "bluestone tribe".

However, the current Eighth Elder has been stimulated by Wang Qiang and Xiao Shi to be full of confidence, and it is understandable that he has the intention of giving up one last time, after all, it is a thousand lives, not that he can give up if he gives up.

This time, the Eighth Elder bought three jars of soul wine, wrapped it in a large cloth pocket, and let Wang Qiang on the side carry it.

Wang Qiang's strength now is no worse than that of a small stone, and carrying this hundred catties of soul wine is easy and effortless.

"This immortal-level exercise is so powerful? These two little guys don't have a lot of strength! ”

The Eighth Elder was a little secretly surprised, but more than that, he was delighted.

Although they wanted to rush back to the tribe as soon as possible, it was already evening, and even those red firebirds did not dare to fly manned at night, and the eight elders were still familiar with the guidance of the two of them, and came to an ordinary inn to rest.

This inn is not big, covering an area of about one acre, and the ordinary guest room costs two lower-grade soul stones for one person a night, but the next sumptuous dinner costs ten lower-grade soul stones, and the three of them are satisfied.

"Grandpa, I have used up the soul stone of the small stone, you take a few soul stones for me, I will go to the grain store next door to buy some condiments and go back, the grilled fish is more delicious for cooking."

Just after eating and drinking, Wang Qiang suddenly remembered something and said to the Eighth Elder.

This big world naturally will not lack these things "oil, salt, firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea", but in the bluestone tribe, people's lives are very simple, only equipped with oil and salt, so that Wang Qiang, who has always been accustomed to eating food, is not used to it.

"Oh."

The Eighth Elder didn't say much, this little guy just added some homemade seasonings to the grilled fish, and the grilled fish was much more delicious, and he could do whatever he wanted.

took out ten lower-grade soul stones and handed them to Wang Qiang, but after more than ten minutes, Wang Qiang walked back happily with a two-foot square package, and the three of them began to go back to the room to wash and rest.

Back in the room, Wang Qiang didn't dare to take out the black book to check, that kind of treasure wanted to check carefully, of course, he had to go back to the hidden treasure of the "Bluestone Tribe".

Early in the morning, the three of them washed up, had breakfast, settled the account, and walked out of the inn with a few big burdens, and walked out of the gate of the "Baizu Trading Market" after a while.

"Brother, goodbye!"

It was still the captain of the late stage of the Spirit Realm who was in charge of guarding the gate and maintaining order, Xiao Shi said goodbye to the other party, and walked towards the gathering place of the "Red Firebird" with the eight elders on his back.

"Well, these two little guys, they have changed into new clothes, even if they have changed into two people, although they are not cultivating now, it is estimated that it will not be so simple in the future."

This captain has seen a lot of Tianjiao-level characters, and Wang Qiang and Xiaoshi are no worse than them, so he can't help but secretly say in his heart.

In about ten minutes, the red firebird that Wang Qiang and the others were riding rose into the sky, and the three of them all embarked on the return journey in high spirits.

A few hours later, the three of them appeared on the path leading from the "Red Fire Tribe" to the "Bluestone Tribe", but everyone's expressions became a little gloomy.

"Ah Qiang, Shi, you have to come on, grandpa can't help in the tribe, and we" Qingshi tribe " are counting on you. ”

Walking on a silent path, the Eighth Elder said to Wang Qiang and Shishi.

"Well, grandpa, you can rest assured, or in a hundred years, you will be able to see a big surprise."

Ever since he knew that that treasure land was a superb soul stone mine, Wang Qiang's heart was full of confidence.

With the recovery of the superb soul stone mine, the cultivation of himself and Xiao Shi must be smooth sailing, or it will be possible to break through to the spirit realm in less than ten years, and it will not take a hundred years, it will be the time when the "Red Rain Tribe" will pay the price.

As for how to deal with the follow-up troubles, Wang Qiang also has a plan, and will slowly improve this plan.

"By the way, grandpa, what is the origin of the couple of men and women who injured the stone that day, so arrogant?"

Wang Qiang asked the topic he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"What about the two?"

A thick hatred flashed on the face of the Eighth Elder, "They are the sons and daughters of the young patriarch of the Red Rain Tribe, who followed a few elders out to inspect the various subordinate tribes, and they naturally have no scruples about being domineering. ”

"Oh." Wang Qiang knew that he had mentioned the sad matter of the Eighth Elder, so he didn't say anything after agreeing, but just hurried with Xiaoshi with his head down.

This time, because they were afraid of going back too early to arouse the suspicion of the "deacon hall", the three of them did not walk fast, and stopped to eat a meal of grilled fish halfway, and about eight hours passed before they returned to the bluestone tribe, and the sky had come to the evening again.

"Humph! This old guy, I forgive him and can't hate that heart to escape from the "Bluestone Tribe", otherwise after the first few tracks, the three elders would not have come to the conclusion that "this is a coward". ”

When passing near the "deacon hall", Wang Qiang heard the voice of the "archdeacon" again, and hated it: "Coward? I'd like to see how long you can be proud! ”