Luo Qing couldn't say that he hated Rong Cheng's attitude, or even Wan Lingmen's attitude. After more than a decade of wandering the world, he understood early on that such an exchange of interests was inevitable as long as he lived. In fact, this is the most traditional way of communication between people. Rather, it's like seeing friends, wholeheartedly, life-and-death contact, and so on. It is extremely rare, but it is also becoming increasingly valuable due to its rarity.

Yung Sung is not a competent lobbyist, but he knows himself very well. He knew that when he first met Luo Qing, he would reach his goal and never be realistic, so he grabbed the "ghost flower" that Luo Qing gave him. He strongly invited Luo Qing to visit the Wanlingmen compound. After several unsuccessful invitations, he naturally handed over the contact information, at least ensuring first-line contact between the two sides.

After a few days in the heart-warming vision, Luo Qing knew that the so-called "exclusive rights" were not as simple as Wanlingmen imagined. Various factors are intertwined. Unless you specifically go to Yu Zhoulao to inquire, it will be difficult to know the details. However, since Wanlingmen planned to do this, Luo Qing was also happy and relaxed: it was a good thing to leave the troubles of the other party that would take a long time to manage the relationship effectively. He grasped the most critical chain of interests. Do you want him to worry about the following?

In the end, Rong Cheng left Luo Qing with a sense of urgency and regret, and of course, he also took the little girl who was still not convinced.

Luo Qing continued to look for medicine. What happened today may be the focus of attention for others for some time to come, but for him it was just an episode, just a little embellishment to his busy schedule, nothing more.

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Time is passing, and Luo Qing's search scope is expanding, but the harvest is getting less and less. By the time he had accumulated good work to 204, progress had stopped completely.

Then, the first snow of the winter fell.

The sun has set on the other side of the mountain. Luo Qing stood in a small valley about 60 miles from the Dimoka Valley. He watched the snow flow on the cold mountain through the valley. This was actually the old place where he had the herbalist stop for questioning when he first returned to Gumo, while another group of herbalists returned along the stream downstream.

This group of people suddenly saw Luo Qing, a handsome Taoist priest with the God of Wealth, standing upstream, and there were thirty or forty people who were stunned, and there was no way to meet and greet them, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

Luo Qing expressed understanding.

Now it's time to finish half a year's work and go home for the New Year. The herbalist who usually stays in the valley stops working, packs his bags, calls friends, and begins to go home one after another. At the same time, it's also the most chaotic time.

Collecting blood will always be an unprofitable business. It can no longer be obtained from the wild, nor can it be obtained from other places. At this time of year, there are all sorts of bad ways to do it, such as stealing, robbing, turning, cheating, and so on. Order, which is bad enough under normal circumstances, can be eroded to a degree that is unimaginable to ordinary people. In the eyes of the herbalist, the handsome Taoist priest deliberately blocked the road, and his intentions were not good.

In fact, Luo Qing really came to them.

Seeing the nervous looks of the herbalists one after another, Luo Qing didn't speak, his eyes went from left to right, as if he was a casual glance, but the herbalists who were in contact with him seemed to have received a heavy blow in his chest, and he couldn't breathe for a while, and the crowd was in turmoil. He heard someone call him "Sanghyun" and so on. At this point, his goal was achieved.

This situation may seem strange, but in reality it is simply an application of the Divine Will. This is not Luo Qing's own invention. On that day, in order to stop thinking, Kim Hwan intends to oppress the people by force. One eye can show the charm of "the dying days are not enough, the sky is falling". It is much stronger than Luo Qing.

But this level is enough, at least enough to pull up a person's not-so-good memory.

Half of the characters in this group of herbalists seem to have changed a lot, and some are timid and have reflexively fled back. However, they were caught by their sober-minded companions and ultimately did not blow up the camp on the spot.

The atmosphere has become quirky.

Luo Qing planned to stop and collect information on the herbs in the valley. I was surprised to see this. Until then, he did not deliberately distinguish between the identities of these people in God's picture. At this time, he glanced at their faces and suddenly realized: "You are ......"

Many people face embarrassment and fear. However, in the first row of the procession there was a man who, with great speed of reaction, bent his knees and knelt on the cold, hard sand by the stream: "Let's learn from the fairies." Now we've stopped doing our old business!"

This action is a reminder to many that the teams of the 30s and 40s fell to their knees less than half a knee at once, and all swore to heaven that they had changed their ways, honestly collected the medicine, and never done anything harmful to heaven again. Those herbalists who did not kneel were at first confused, confused, and skeptical. In the end, they don't know where to put their hands and feet. They just knelt down with the crowd. The dark side is spectacular.

Luo Qing could clearly see that half of the people evacuated that day were scammers from the destroyed temples in the barren mountains. The leader knelt down first. Isn't that a very active blackface man?

Glancing overhead, barely having any strength, he saw that the person gathered in the crowd was trying to shrink into the crowd, the man did not dare to raise his head, his body was still trembling.

Luo Qing frowned and said, "Get up, just in time, I have something to ask you." ”

After listening to his words, the real or mid-career herbalist hesitated for a moment and then stood up one after the other. No one is a fool, so some people looked at their companions with a little change in their eyes, but the whole group was silent.

Luo Qing looked at it with interest and asked casually, "Are you sure you won't rob?"

Dozens of people even shook their heads, but many had faces filled with guilt.

Law's heart sank.

It was getting late, the campfire was lit in the camp, and Luo Qing naturally sat in the main position, regardless of the flattery around him, and his ass was like a tide, and he also stood firm. The flattery slowly wore off. In the past, all of Mordoi's people gradually stopped talking, and the scene became cold for a while.

At that time, Luo Qing began to inquire about the growth of medicinal herbs under the nearby demo valley. For these problems, Mo Dao's gang of robbers and crooks can't catch up. Only a few experienced veteran experts among the true herbalists are able to answer these questions.

But gradually, the herbalist found that Luo Qing's temper was not bad, he was only interested in medicinal herbs, so he became bolder. Some of the young people also began to speak. Compared to the old drug lords, they speak cautiously and have something to say. The young people listened more and more, and all the clueless news poured out.

In the eyes of others, this must be rude, but Luo Qing is different. He followed God's example. Under a large-scale scan, the truth of the rumor is clear at a glance. He is not afraid to waste time, but has extra opportunities. With his acquiescence, even the Mo Dao Gang began to intervene. Their knowledge is another level. More than an hour later, Luo Qing really found the news of these two herbs. In total, they achieved six or seven achievements, which is a small gain.

There was a lively conversation, and the Motao man cowered and remained silent until the others could barely remember his presence. At a time when the public was most enthusiastically discussing medicinal herbs, he made a convenient excuse and bent down to hide in the dark mountains and forests outside. Stay away, then gritted his teeth and ran, waiting more than ten miles away, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Music, music, let you listen to fucking music for a while, you'll be crying soon......"

Muttering, Mo Tao took out the summoned ticket that was crumpled in his sleeve and threw it on the ground. His breathing never stopped, not because he was tired, but because he was extremely nervous. Luckily, it should be safe now. He took two more breaths and lifted the trunk up, ready to discern the direction and run further.

At this moment, his eyes lit up with a pale blue light.

In an instant, Mo Dao's whole body stiffened, and only his eyes could still move. Outside the father-in-law, the light source that suddenly rose, like a green orange peel lantern, emitted its cold light color, reflecting the familiar figure next to it.

"Why are you making me cry?" Luo Qing spoke softly under the green light.

"You... How did you catch up?"

Mo Dao's eyeballs almost protruded. He unconsciously slipped backwards. He took only two steps and ran into the trunk. He can't move forward or backward.

"You can only hurt me, you can't find me back?"

Luo Qing stood in the same place with his negative hand: "Listen, Zheng Da, you have recognized Ludin in the House of the Day as Michelle Platini. When you first met him, did you tell him about the calling you inspired?"

Mo Dao didn't know when the son of a bitch sold him, and he didn't even know how he was discovered by Luo Qing. Now, his brain is frozen, and his body is like an ice cave, inside and out, without heat.

At the end of the day, there was only one thought in his head: "You already knew, why didn't you run away?"

"Why should I run?"

Luo Qing grinned, his white teeth flashing green and icy light: "I was included in the list for no reason. Am I still cool? I don't do justice to myself, I vent my bad anger, and I really let them put the blame on me?"

Mo Dao almost choked to death with spit. At that time, he finally understood that his thinking circuit was completely different from Luo Qing's, and this madman who ignored the powerful power of the day government could definitely do anything!

At this point, his first reaction was to beg for mercy, but in this moment, he remembered the most shameful scene in that ruined temple, and the eyes that drove him crazy for almost a year to come.

When the words reached their lips, they froze.

Finally, he choked and drew his sword, the tip of which trembled violently, but pointed at the figure in front of him. Luo Qing looked at it coldly and stopped talking.

Maybe Luo Qing's attitude stimulated one of his nerves. Mo Dao screamed loudly: "You're done." The brigade of the government during the day will be killed immediately. You'll never be able to escape......"

"Is that what you mean by brigade?"

Luo Qing said something that choked Mo Dao's throat. At this time, the "green lantern" floated to the front, and the heavy green light flowed.

A little closer, Mo Dao realized that it was by no means a lantern. It was the mountains, the rivers, the wind through the jungle, the birds coming, the animals gone! As the light and shadows moved, he saw nine figures among them, like nine ridiculous lice, grazing vertically on a hill just over a foot high, towards the valley camp across the mountain, the people inside, the people inside...

Modo is completely stupid. Heavenly Mystery Mirror