Next to the well in the center of the Purple Bamboo Forest, a beautiful log cabin sits here, and in front of the cabin, a small round table is flanked by four simple bamboo benches. A pale cyan flame danced in the small stove on the side, and a faint scent of bamboo wafted from the warm teapot on it.

"Come on, come on, my nephew and nephew try my purple bamboo tea!" said the young man known as the hook sickle, and filled the tavernkeeper's teacup with a wicked smile.

was taken advantage of, and the tavern owner could only roll his eyes at him, and soaked his tea in a sip with his head up.

"Eh, nephew, is this how you taste tea?" Hook and sickle stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiangshan, and when he was about to show off his tea tasting skills, the tavern owner snorted coldly, "I don't want to see your B face!"

A sentence choked on the hook and sickle, and he expressed his dissatisfaction with it with a hum.

"Pour your own tea!" said Hook Scythe, looking over, angrily.

"Don't bother you!" The tavern owner is not as good as him, but he can still suffer in his mouth?

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the hook and sickle crossed his hands, squinted his eyes and asked, "What kind of good treasure are you looking for in Grandpa's territory this time?"

"What are you looking for? Grandpa is here to see that kid!" the tavern owner never knew what politeness was when he spoke to the young man in front of him.

"Miko-sama's order?" Hook Scythe wondered, "Miko-sama thinks so highly of this kid, and gives him a bodyguard?"

"No, I wanted to come here by myself, otherwise I could still watch a third-level martial artist stupidly crash into your old demon cave?" ”

He looked surprised and looked natural.

"Are you afraid that your treasure gourd will be lost here?" Hook and sickle conjured a piece of pastry out of nowhere, took a small bite, and made exaggerated chewing movements.

"Eh, why do you only care about feeding yourself?" the tavern owner couldn't help but look greedy, in the world of monsters, there are not many people who can enjoy life more than the young man in front of him, this guy's favorite thing in his life is to collect all kinds of delicious refreshments and chew them slowly.

"And what about your souvenirs?" Hook and Sickle spread his hands, and the appearance of a sloppiness made the tavernkeeper hate it, but he was helpless, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

"If I was afraid that the treasure gourd would be lost here, I wouldn't give it to him. The tavern keeper replied angrily, out of sight and out of mind, and poured himself tea as he spoke.

"Also, what is that kid doing here?" Hook and Sickle squinted at the tavernkeeper who only poured himself tea, and had no intention of pouring it for him, and put the cup in front of the tavernkeeper's eyes with a 'snap'. The tavern keeper ignored him, and just put the teapot back on the stove to warm it.

Seeing this, Hook and Sickle muttered, "It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable, you, the guest, have bullied the host." ”

As he spoke, the tavern keeper tugged at the corners of his mouth, lifted the teapot and filled him with a cup.

After making the tea, the tavern owner sat down with his sleeves upright, "Come for a pool of thunder pulp!"

This forced pretending is quite a bit of a hidden master.

"Thunder Pulp?" a trace of confusion flashed across the young man's face, "How do you know there's a pool of Thunder Pulp here?"

"Miko-sama asked him to come. The tavernkeeper replied.

"Really, no wonder!" Hook Scythe nodded, if it was a shrine maiden, that would make sense.

"But the witch-sama actually dares to let this kid come here alone to get the thunder pulp, it's also a big heart!" The tavern owner really didn't understand this.

"It's said that he was asked to get the thunder pulp, but in fact, it's more to let that kid come to the 100,000 mountains to practice, right?" Hook Scythe glanced at the tavern owner and guessed.

"But no matter how you train, you shouldn't let a third-level martial artist experience at least the demon beast of the Huadan Realm! I can't think of how he can snatch the thunder pulp from the demon beast of the Huadan Realm. Besides, even if you grab it, it's a problem how to get back alive. The tavernkeeper shook his head, puzzled.

"Who said they were going to rob it?" "Hook and sickle showed an expression that seemed to be smiling, "This pool of thunder pulp, as long as this kid is careful, he may not be able to succeed." ”

"What do you mean?" the tavernkeeper curious, "to put it bluntly!"

But the hook sickle stretched out a finger and swung it, with a cheap expression, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed!" The corners of the tavernkeeper's mouth twitched.

While the two of them were sitting and drinking tea and chatting, Lu Feng'er bent down frequently like an old farmer, picking up the purple bamboo leaves on the ground for two hours, picking them up from the very edge to the center, only two miles away from where the hook sickle and the tavern owner were.

It's just that this circle has already been set up by the hook and sickle, and even if Lu Feng'er comes to them, they can't see their existence.

When he picked up the last purple bamboo leaf in front of him, he let out a long breath and put his hands on his waist. The long bending made his back ache, and he hammered his own sore parts. sighed for a while: "It turns out that too many treasures are not a good thing!"

Hearing this, Hook and Sickle wanted to slap him to death. Then, he twisted his waist and spun in circles to relax.

Looking at the lush purple bamboo forest, Lu Feng'er clapped her hands as if she had suddenly opened her mind, "Why did I pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon? There are so many purple bamboos in front of me, isn't it better to have a few random plants than anything?"

He stroked the purple bamboo on the side back and forth, smiling thief. A bad premonition appeared in Hook Scythe's heart.

Sure enough, Lu Feng'er pulled out the sword on his waist and slashed it away, but Zizhu didn't move at all, and he didn't even leave a single white mark. What he didn't know was that Zizhu had already reached the level of spiritual material, how could ordinary mortal iron hurt it?

If it weren't for Mu Xu's simple formation blessing on this sword before, it is estimated that this sword would have broken first. But even so, the hook and sickle is very distressed, the purple bamboos here are all planted by him with hard work back then, and they are treated like his own sons, how can he be willing to let people mess around?

Seeing that Lu Feng'er's sword blade rolled up a flame, he was so angry that he slapped, "This kid doesn't care about his lawlessness!"

Immediately, his eyes froze, and an invisible murderous aura instantly swept towards Lu Feng'er.

Lu Feng'er suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, his thoughts seemed to stop all of a sudden, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

"Bastard boy, it's too much! I don't say anything if you pick up some bamboo leaves, and you dare to cut Lao Tzu's purple bamboo?ah?!Hurry up and get out of me!" I couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations The voice sounded from Lu Feng'er's ears. And when he says it, there is no murderous aura.

Lu Feng'er knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, sweating like rain on her back. The oppression just now made him really feel that he was like an ant in front of the owner of this place. His previous self-sufficiency seemed so ridiculous. Superior to a fifth-level demon beast? In front of such an existence, it is meaningless.

He trembled and tried to get up, but the soles of his feet were unsteady and he almost slipped. But there was a gentle force that dragged him from falling. Then the same voice rang out in his ears.

"You've been following the bamboo forest to the south, and you'll know where you want when you get out of the bamboo forest, get out!" Although he spoke politely, his tone was much kinder than before. Hook and sickle also realized his gaffe, and when he calmed down, he felt that he couldn't do it against his little apprentice, so he betrayed another kid.

Hearing this, Lu Feng'er, who had recovered from the shock, shook her head, and although her body was still trembling, she was at least able to walk normally. So he did so and went all the way south. He wasn't worried that it would harm him, because if he really wanted him to die, he would be dead right now.

Seeing him walk away, Hook and sickle put his hands on his back, put on a high-ranking appearance, and commented, "This kid has a good heart, and he didn't faint to death under my murderous aura, not bad." He nodded frequently, "It's just a little stupid, Lao Tzu is here, you are making a fart in the air?"

The tavern owner looked up and down at the young man in front of him, looking disdainful.

After walking south for about an hour, out of the purple bamboo forest, the treasure hunting gourd on Lu Feng'er's waist trembled violently.

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