Walking along the path of cherry blossoms, Mo Ji's mind flew back decades ago......

"So you're not going to let me go back, are you?" It looked like the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl shook in front of Mo Ji's eyes, stretched out her hand to break a cherry blossom tree, and more petals fluttered one after another, gently falling on the heads of the two girls, like snow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Uchiha—I think a year ago, we were walking hand in hand on the April Blossom Trail...... It's a spring outing, isn't it...... I remember writing a poem at the time......"

Cai Yuanke rudely interrupted Mo Ji's memories: "So you don't want to play with the Uchiha anymore." And that was thirty years ago. Are you embarrassed to take out such an old and rotten poem? ”

"I see, Hinata." Mo Ji knocked on the last sentence again selectively and asked, "By the way, Hinata...... Where are we going? ”

Cai Yuke replied: "Imperial City." ”

Mo Ji was silent after listening, Cai Yuanke looked at her strangely, and just wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Mo Ji knocking.

"Huang Cheng? Is it the filthy inner world full of adults? The watery eyes blinked to indicate purity, meeting Cai Yuke's stiff expression.

"How could I be friends with someone like you."

Speechless all the way.

Finally, in the face of the more magnificent and impeccable Golden City Gate City Wall Suit, Mo Ji knocked suddenly thought of a question: "Hinata, how do you know where the Imperial City is!" ”

"......" Cai Yuke glanced at Mo Ji and didn't speak.

"Okay, okay. So, Cai, how do you know? ”

"There was a map in the small courtyard of the farmhouse just now." Cai Yuanke's blunt tone showed that she was still angry.

"Okay, it's me who is wrong, I'll kneel down and apologize to you, okay?" Mo Ji said with a smile on his face.

“…… Yes, kneel. A smile appeared on Cai Yuanke's face, and he stared at Mo Ji with great interest.

"Kneel and kneel!" Without the slightest hesitation, and didn't care whether the Lingbao-level black cloak on his body would be soiled, Mo Ji knocked down on one knee so naturally, took out the peach blossoms that were folded down on the outskirts of the Golden City from his backpack, and with a wave of his hand, it turned into a large handful of peach blossoms, looking at Cai Yuanke with deep affection.

Peach blossoms can never be overflowing, Xiao Moji knocks.

"." Cai turned around and walked towards the door of Gilgamesh [this is the use of nouns as adjectives] without looking back.

"Wait—" Moji shouted.

However, Cai Yuanke didn't pay attention to her, but walked closer and closer to the whirlpool......

In the next second, a black figure swept by, and Cai Luke rushed into the city gate one step first, and disappeared without a trace with the entire imperial city.

“？” Cai Yuke stared blankly at her good friend of sixty years, the genius of Tianlinggen, a martial arts master who seemed to be underwhelmed but did not understand the world, and the actual child disappeared into a trap formation that the wizard had already seen before her.

Zhuxian Array.

Cai Yuanke, who had learned the formation architecture to the professional-level Grade A evaluation, found himself trembling.

If you want to crack this formation, you need to-

In short, it's time to hurry. After all, this formation, but in terms of materials, it is not something that the ghost world will have.

This time the enemy is not something that can be dealt with by one person.

However, this time it was a trip to the ghost world for two people.

It's a little lucky, as long as the two of them are together, it's fine.

That's it.

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So, one day, the Linggen wizard got lost in a certain immortal array.

After all, the Qinglou in this Zhuxian Array all looks the same, and there is no way to do it. In addition, in fact, this Tianling Genqi is a real road idiot, and it doesn't take any calculations to know that this seventy-year-old grandmother is lost.

"Uncultured narration. It's twelve. Ben Tianlinggen Wizard is only twelve years old, and his body is no longer growing, so he is twelve years old. Mo Ji yelled dissatisfied.

That's why one day, the height of the Linggen wizard will stop at one meter six. Sure enough, the dwarfs are the dumplings of the sky. Only the portion that is thrown into boiling water and then eaten. 【Back of the Neck】

One day, instead of looking at the narrator who was beaten, Dumpling turned into a rich prodigal son in gorgeous costumes and debauched demeanor, walked into a green building, poured out a box of gold from an unlimited backpack, slapped it on the counter and said, "Is Oiran free?" ”

The welcome lady at the counter was a little confused, looking at the gold in a daze, motionless.

"Go in and call the bustard out." Mo Ji knocked on the same place as if this was my home, sat down on a sandalwood carved chair, and leisurely watched the girl at the counter being shaken stupidly.

The girl at the counter was full of shyness, her long skirt floating, and she walked into the inner room. After a while, a middle-aged woman dressed in a gorgeous dress with a face painted like a ghost, rouge piled up in wrinkles, greeted her, and her face was full of smiles.

"Is this official looking for the little daughter of his family?"

"Exactly. Where is the Oiran lady? ”

"The little girl's schedule has been scheduled for fifteen days later, guest officer, you see-the people who come to book the little girl are all rich officials, I'm afraid I can't afford to offend us."

"Two more boxes."

The old bustard's eyes were about to narrow, and he hurriedly called upstairs: "Hua Niang, come down and accompany the guests!" ”

Mo Ji knocked up and said: "Come and meet with the Oiran lady tomorrow, these three boxes of gold and make a deposit, and tomorrow you will have to meet with the Oiran lady and thank you again." ”

Mo Ji knocked on the door and sighed secretly.

Fortunately, it's a fairy body, and the aroma in the green building is strong enough, and mortals will become **** monsters when they go in. But it's magical. The scheduled schedule was scheduled for 15 days later, and there was no half of the people in the Qinglou. The girl standing at the counter looks delicate, and the clothes are also gorgeous, but in fact, she should be able to be an oiran, but she came to stand at the counter?

Shake it up again, and return to the appearance of the dumplings in the sky.

Mo Ji knocked his chin and walked slowly in the fragrant Qinglou Street. It was getting dark, the lights were shining, and the shadow of the ink was dragging on the bluestone paved streets for a long, long time.

It's a bit cold. Mo Ji knocked and wrapped Bai Simen's Lingbao cloak tightly.

"May Master, Master and all the senior brothers and sisters be blessed by the spirit of heaven, and may the disciples get rid of this evil array of immortals, surpass the beings in the ghost world, and finally cultivate to become immortals." Mo Ji bowed to the sky three times.

Then turned into another floating boy face and walked into the green building just now, the temperature dropped suddenly, the aroma was several times stronger, the three boxes of gold had been collected, only the old bustard stood in front of the counter, and the delicate platform lady was nowhere to be found.

"Tsk, business is so busy at night." Mo Ji sat down on the sandalwood carved chair again, crossed Erlang's legs, and seemed to talk to the old bustard unintentionally.

"yes. If the son wants his daughters to accompany him, it's a big deal today, why don't you keep a few daughters with you and come back tomorrow? The old bustard didn't raise his head, and folded the Jiaozi one by one and stuffed them into the drawer.

"No need. Just asking, where did the three boxes of gold under Mom's counter come from? ”

The old bustard raised his head suddenly, took a step forward and approached the gold, still in a flattering tone, but said a little nervously: "How did Childe know?" This is the deposit for another guest to book the Oiran Niang, and it seems that it is a dignitary's family. ”

Mo Ji knocked on the last four words and took a step forward to say, "That's a thief, the gold was stolen from my house." ”

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