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76_76481 Xie Chengfeng was slightly stunned, frowned and said, "You go alone?" ”

After all, Zhen Zhen didn't cultivate, and it didn't seem appropriate to let her act alone.

"Hmm." Zhen Zhen nodded very firmly, "Senior Brother Xie, Xiaomo will go to the palace with you to investigate, Senior Sister will stay here to take care of it, and I will do it alone." ”

"It's better for me to go with you, Senior Brother Xie, you come out as two more clones, and I forgive the people from the Gathering Spirit Hall who don't dare to walk in." Huangfu Xin'er's face was full of worry.

After all, it's a girl, and she's careful.

Ever since she met Yeyue in Yunhai Sect, she had sensed that something was wrong with Zhen Zhen's feelings.

After several inquiries, Zhen Zhen didn't say anything.

"Zhen Zhen, although the cultivation of the people here has been suppressed, there are many people staring at Senior Brother Xie and Senior Brother Mo, it is better for me to follow you." Huangfu made up his mind and persuaded firmly.

Zhen Zhen was about to shake her head, but Mo Feimo, who had been silent, opened her mouth, "Just follow what she said, send us a letter if you have something, and Senior Brother Xie and I will rush over immediately." ”

"This is the Sifang City, no better than other places, Senior Sister Zhen can't see any cultivation, and it's not dazzling on the street."

After Xie Chengfeng considered it, he nodded approvingly.

Vera seemed to be a mortal, and the monks who hid in the shadows shouldn't care about her.

What's more, Zhen Zhen still has a magic weapon on her body, which is more than enough to restrain ordinary monks in the foundation building period.

Seeing that Huangfu still wanted to say something, Xie Chengfeng said again, "On the contrary, here in the Gathering Spirit Hall, Senior Sister Huangfu should pay more attention, that Fu Yuezhi looks very suspicious." ”

Xin'er sighed and stopped talking.

The four of them agreed, Zhen Zhen pushed the door and walked out of the small courtyard, while Xie Chengfeng and Mo Feimo, after she closed the door, suddenly disappeared from the house, leaving only Huangfu Xin'er and the two meditating clones.

Zhen Zhen went out all the way and went smoothly.

As expected, she was just a mortal, walking on the streets of Sifang City, she was a drop in the ocean, and she was not dazzling at all.

Not long after leaving the mourning hall, Zhen Zhen met a child begging for food.

These children are extremely clever, and know that the people who live in this street are immortals, and they don't care about the gold and silver of the mortal world, and they are generous with their hands, and they usually stay in this area to beg.

Zhen Zhen was looking for someone to find the way to Mingcui Lane, so she gave them a spirit stone.

Those children knew that the spirit stone was a good thing, and they could exchange a lot of copper plates in the pawnshop, so they immediately smiled and took Zhen Zhen to Mingcui Lane.

Zhen Zhen walked away, but her heart was a little chaotic.

Seriously, in fact, she doesn't know in her heart, where to go and what to do?

The tracer may have just mentioned that place casually.

But she also felt that the generation of Demon Venerables had lived for thousands of years, and they had been dangling in the whip for hundreds of years, so they still remembered that there was a big man selling cooking cakes in Mingcui Lane, which had more or less other meanings in it.

Of course, for Zhen Zhen, going to Mingcui Lane was the only thing she could do for Su Fang's uncle.

While thinking wildly, Zhen Zhen noticed Luan An in the sea of divine consciousness, and seemed to be pondering something.

She frowned slightly.

Although Zhen Zhen refused to admit it, since Su Fang disappeared, there seemed to be a bond between her and Luan An, bringing the two closer and closer.

It didn't seem to take much effort for Zhen Zhen to detect Luan An's movements.

Just like at this moment, Zhen Zhen could feel what Luan An was thinking.

Vera even felt that if she really wanted to know what he was thinking, she would be able to sense it.

But she didn't want to know.

Zhen Zhen shook her head vigorously.

Luan An in the sea of divine consciousness naturally also noticed Zhen Zhen's feelings, and he was still sitting on the bluestone, his eyes were slight, and he made a sound that seemed to be smiling but not laughing.

"Big sister, Mingcui Lane has arrived." The beggar child at the head pointed to an alley opposite and said loudly to Zhenzhen.

After his big throat exploded, Zhen Zhen came to her senses and raised her eyes.

She nodded, and took another spirit stone from her bag and gave it to them.

The group of little beggars cheered and dispersed.

That's what Uncle Su Fang said about Mingcui Lane?

I don't know when he came to Mingcui Lane, the strong man who sells cooking cakes should be long gone, right?

Zhen Zhen thought about it, and walked towards the mouth of the alley.

The alley is not wide, paved with bluestone pavement, but at a glance it is quite lively, there are many small stalls tightly placed, the closest to the street is a steamed bun stall, stacked with many steamers, the white air is particularly attractive. Next to it is a seller of tofu flowers.

This Mingcui Lane seems to be a snack street, and it is time for dinner, and there are crowds of people in Mingcui Lane.

Zhen Zhen huddled in the bustling crowd, looking around with the flow of people.

After a while, she saw a banner hanging high, with the words "Dawang Cooking Cake" written on it.

Zhen Zhen was overjoyed, squeezed over there, and when she walked to the stall, she was slightly lost.

It turned out that the stall owner was not a strong man, but a delicate descendant.

Compared with other stalls, the business of the cooking cake stall is not very good, and when Qingxiu Housheng saw the customer, he hurriedly asked with a smile: "Little girl, how many cooking cakes are there?" It's all freshly baked, and it's hot. ”

Zhen Zhen glanced at him, glanced at the crowd around her, and asked in a low voice, "In this Mingcui Lane, apart from you, are there anyone else selling cooking cakes?" ”

Hou Sheng was stunned, and he didn't know why Zhen Zhen asked this.

"That's right, don't say that this Mingcui Lane, it's the entire Sifang City, and only I'm selling cooking cakes, not that I'm boasting, our family's cooking cakes are a craft passed down from generation to generation," Qingxiu Housheng gushed out, "I sue you, when my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's generation, a master walked to our stall and said, this position has a fairy spirit, and the ancestor said when he was dying, so that our descendants must not leave this stall, and we have to sell cooking cakes here when we die." ”

And such strange last words?

Zhen Zhen knows that in the world, selling cooking cakes is not a glamorous business, how can any ancestor want his future generations to sell cooking cakes?

Seeing that Zhen Zhen's face was full of suspicion, Qingxiu smiled mysteriously, but she didn't speak.

The owner of a sweet potato stall next to him interjected while peeling the sweet potato skin, "Don't sell guanzi here to deceive other little girls, everyone in your family has a long life, it is your bloodline, what does it have to do with selling cooking cakes?" ”

"Why doesn't it matter? That is, only those who listen to the last words of their ancestors can live long, you see those side branches who don't sell cooking cakes, why don't they live long? Qingxiu retorted.

"Okay, okay, okay, your family will sell cooking cakes for the rest of your life, right?"

……

Zhen Zhen listened to the two of them bickering, and thought quickly in her heart.

Longevity......

Why do you live longer when you sell cookbread?

Her heart jumped, didn't Uncle Su Fang really casually mention the cooking cakes in Mingcui Lane? Could it be that this secret of longevity has something to do with Mingcui Lane? ……

While she was thinking about it repeatedly, Luan An in the sea of divine consciousness also slowly opened her eyes.

Zhen Zhen knew that Luan Anding had already discovered something.

But since Su Fang's accident, Zhen Zhen has never said anything to Luan An, and now, she doesn't want to.

"Little girl, do you want to buy cookcakes?"

Qingxiu Housheng finished fighting with the owner of the sweet potato stall, and saw that Zhen Zhen was still clubbing in front of her stall, so she became a little impatient.

This kind of person who doesn't buy it is the most annoying.

It not only delayed his own time, but also blocked the stalls, and stopped those real customers......