As a square dance aunt who is known as the three strongest combat forces in China along with the Zhencheng Shenguan and the invincible temporary worker, Rao is the little overlord of Gray Lane Qin Hunt did not dare to compete with him, but only dared to hug his head and escaped from Babaoting Park in a smoke.

"Hu Xiaochai's grandson is really not like words, he actually poked out such a big hole, and seven lives were in danger...... This sea of people is so vast that I can find it! ”

Qin Hunt panted and crossed his waist and scolded, but saw He Laobai, who was lying on the gun together, tugging at his sleeve, with an unfathomable appearance, and said with a smile: "Qin Xiaoyou, do you need my help with this matter, old man?" ”

Qin Zhan shook his arm angrily and asked, "Didn't you just say that you couldn't tell me about this?" What's the matter, it's clumsy? ”

He Laobai stroked his long beard and smiled proudly: "I didn't know before, but it doesn't mean that I have no way to investigate." Let's go for a walk, let's talk about it in a different place. ”

Qin Hunt had no tricks, so he could only step on the bicycle, be patient, and follow the triumphant He Laobai through the streets and alleys, and finally, he turned a sparsely populated old street and came to an antique pawn shop.

This antique pawn shop has a small façade, simple decoration, and old facilities, just like countless old shops hidden in the market, the appearance looks plain, and the inside is also decayed and dilapidated.

In this shop, there is indeed a short, stout, amiable half-bald little old man, he is wearing a blue-black old Tang costume, stepping on a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, sitting leisurely behind the empty glass counter, holding a purple sand teapot that is not in the product, chewing tea slipperily, two cloudy old eyes are half-squinted, watching the cross talk program on a portable small TV, and from time to time let out a few low smirks.

"The turtle has wealth, so I want to talk about something in your realm." He Laobai smiled and got into the shop, patted the shopkeeper's smooth Mediterranean head affectionately, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I don't borrow your place for nothing, I still have your share of this business." ”

"Ouch, who is the old man? It turned out that the distinguished guests of Gray Lane had arrived! Turtle Youcai didn't pay attention to He Laobai, but he slowly stood up and arched his hand at Qin Hunt, who had a stinky face outside the door.

Qin Zhan looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one around, he patted the leather cushion of the bicycle and said softly: "Xiao Yu, go home to play around, don't wait for me, we adults are going to talk about business." ”

Lan Xiaoyu turned into a human form with a "whoosh", covered her ass and blushed, and her small mouth pouted angrily and could hang up the oil bottle, she grabbed a few broken tickets from Qin Hunt's hand, and rushed to a nearby shop like the wind.

Qin Zhan entered the shop, waved his hand casually as a greeting, and said with a teasing smile: "Oh, old turtle, are you a profiteer still alive?" I heard that last year you sold all the fakes to the top of Longhu Mountain, but someone found out and caught and hung and beaten, I was a pity that your turtle board was ruined, how much turtle paste do you have to make. ”

Turtle Youcai glanced at He Laobai viciously, and explained with a smile: "Heh, it was He Laobai's old man who told the young master, right?" Don't believe his broken mouth, the old man has been doing this for several generations, and the reputation of the time-honored brand is very good! At that time in Longhu Mountain, they turned out a few relics of the ancestor and asked the old man to come to the door to do an appraisal. ”

Qin Huntpi laughed twice, didn't break it, moved a dusty bench and sat down, and let Gu Youcai drag his old arms and legs to serve tea and water, this spectrum is so big that he doesn't look like asking for help.

It's not that Qin Hunt doesn't respect the elderly, but that the turtle is rich and extraordinary, but he is a turtle spirit with a frightening lifespan, and he has dealt with Qin Hunt a few times, so he is not a stranger.

Qin Hunt didn't fake his color to him, not simply because he was a monster, but because this old turtle was old and didn't cultivate, and his virtue was really poor. Don't look at his loyal appearance, he is actually a profiteer, and he likes to make up the so-called "Wuji Ascension Elixir" and "Xuanyuan Great Sword" and other copycat fakes to trick people.

What's even more contemptible is that Gui Youcai often says that he is the widow of the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, and he claims that he has taught people the Antarctic Immortal Weng as a mount, this blind bragging problem is similar to He Laobai's smell.

The local demons and monsters of the older generation all know that the profiteer and the second-way dealer of Turtle Youcai and the god stick intelligence dealer of He Laobai are in cahoots, and a turtle and a crane are a combination of cheapness, and I don't know how many small purities have been deceived who are not deeply involved in the world.

He Laobai stretched out his hand, waited for a long time and didn't see Gui Youcai pour him a glass of water, smiled bitterly, pouted his ass directly and sat on the counter, crossed Erlang's legs again, and asked with a wicked smile: "Qin Xiaoyou, although we have a good relationship, but the old man can't help in vain, Hu Xiaochai is willing to cut meat as a reward, Xiaoyou, you eat meat, why do I have to drink some soup?" ”

"What's going on, that ginseng has been revised?" Gui Youcai had just sat back, but when he heard Hu Xiaochai's name, he stood up in shock, got closer with a cheeky face, lit a Chinese cigarette for He Laobai, rubbed his hands and said with bright eyes: "With this good thing, let Lao Yu get a piece of the pie." ”

He Laobai took a puff of cigarette beautifully, briefly talked about the loss of the gourd baby, and then squeezed his eyebrows at Gui Youcai, and said to Qin Zhan: "Not much, as long as we help you find a gourd baby, how about you divide our ginseng for three or two thousand years?" You must have saved a lot of money in the past few months, right? ”

Qin Zhan didn't bargain, and said with a suspicious face: "He Laobai, Lao Tzu doesn't dare to pack a ticket and say that he can find it, where do you get your confidence?" ”

"Qin Xiaoyou, have you forgotten our old business? I'll be a genius! He Laobai pretended to pinch his fingers, and then pointed at Gu Youcai and said with a smile: "Of course, it is a bit difficult to find the seven gourd babies who have infiltrated the human body, and I have to provide a magic weapon from my old fellow, which is...... It's ......"

"Oh, you mean the gossip map handed down by King Wen of Zhou in my collection? How difficult it is to maintain the magic weapon now, I can't borrow it for nothing, I have to pay for it again! "Turtle Youcai has partnered with He Laobai for many years, and they have a tacit understanding, and they immediately flickered.

Qin Zhan sneered twice, but said categorically: "One gourd baby, three or two ginseng beards, I don't care how you divide the spoils internally, don't expect me to reimburse the cost of the loss of magic weapons, the turtle has a lot of money, and the little broken thing you made yourself is worth a few dates?" ”

Gui Youcai knocked on his head with a smile, and said with a smile: "Who dares to sell a fake in front of your fiery eyes, master?" I've got real people in my collection! ”

As he spoke, Gui Youcai buried his head in the locker under the counter and searched for it, found a yellowed piece of rotten cloth, and carefully laid it on the counter.

Qin Zhan casually glanced at the symbols and words smeared on the cloth, and said with an annoyed face: "Turtle is rich, your level of fraud is too low, right?" King Wen's acquired gossip and Fuxi's innate gossip can't be distinguished? Look, the words written here are still simplified! Don't tell me that King Zhou Wen is actually a modern time-traveler! ”

However, Qin Hunt scolded and scolded, but he didn't stand up and left, because he did notice that although the production materials of this gossip map were poor, it did have a little thin aura, although it was not a magic weapon to talk about, but it was barely a useful spell prop, and in this era of the end of the law that lacked materials, the refining level of its makers was not bad.

After all, Qin Hunt is not an all-round little superman, what he is best at is medical skills, so Rao is heart despises, but for the sake of seven lives, he still has to pinch his nose and cooperate with He Laobai and Gui Youcai, two old liars.

Seeing that Qin Zhan was not satisfied, Turtle Youcai picked out a few red-headed ropes from the drawer, threw them on the counter, and said with a smile: "Master Qin, you want to catch a plant spirit like a gourd baby, but you have to prevent them from escaping, oh, there are seven golden black stick mallet locks here, and when the time comes, tie them up, even the thousand-year-old ginseng essence can't escape from the palm of your hand, Master!" ”

(Note: In folk culture, ginseng diggers in the mountains and forests call ginseng a mallet, and when digging, they will tie the ginseng with a red rope to prevent the ginseng from escaping.) This red rope is also known as a "mallet lock". ）

Qin Zhan grabbed the seven inconspicuous red-headed ropes, frowned, and suddenly said, "You rope...... It's for Hu Xiaochai, right? ”

A trace of panic flashed on Gui Youcai's chubby face, and he quickly adjusted his mentality, and he boasted about how long and expensive these seven red head ropes were, and how legendary the adventure he had experienced in the first place to receive these seven treasures.

People are determined not to be dismantled.

Qin Zhan gently picked up the teacup, took two sips, and smiled at the old turtle pretending to be cute.

"Qin Xiaoyou, the first gourd baby has been found." Suddenly, He Lao Baiyin said such a sentence in a swishing voice, which shocked Qin Hunt and choked on a mouthful of tea for a long time.

This old white crane has become an immortal?!

Qin Zhan stared at He Laobai with a smile on his face with some horror, he clearly didn't see He Laobai have any special movements, he hadn't even touched the copycat gossip map, how could this be good? Even the genuine Heavenly Machine God is not so fast!

"Three or two thousand years of ginseng, I'll go to Xiaoyou's house to get it when I go back."

He Laobai patted Qin Hunt, who looked wooden, and pointed to the screen of the small TV on the side.

"Look, big news."