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Chapter 1046 is a good guess

The cook said, "Why hasn't your white eyes grown much over the years?"

Qiu Yu was stunned for a moment, and only after a while did he come to his senses.

She turned her head to look out of the little shop, which was closed and she couldn't see anything. But Qiu Yu's face became solemn, as if he had seen something worth worrying about. She hadn't realized what the cook meant when she first said that her eyes hadn't grown, she had seen everything clearly.

Her white eyes are still so special after all.

Far, far away, she saw someone approaching her. Her white eyes couldn't tell the person's age, she couldn't see the clothes, she couldn't see the appearance, she could only see a flowing figure flashing on the roof. The speed of the man's movements was unbelievably fast, and no one noticed that he jumped over the heads of passers-by.

"It's all your fault."

The cook sighed: "I honestly do business here, cook the food I like to cook, and stick to the rules I have to adhere to, who is in the way?" Even if I have an unsuccessful disciple named Tan Qingge, I told him that he has not had a relationship with me since the day he left the Martial Arts Academy. If you want to investigate the affairs of the Moon Shadow Hall, I don't know what to do. I'm just a cook, and I've long forgotten what I've done before. ”

Qiu Yu looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Deliberately." ”

"Deliberately?"

The cook was slightly stunned, not understanding what Qiu Yu meant.

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Changchun Garden

Wind and rain building

Fang Xie moved a chair and sat in the corridor on the third floor, looking at the sun that had already slanted past. At this time, the sun was not dazzling at all, and it was as red as a child's face. The wind in the city is different from the wind in the wilderness, the wind in the wilderness can rub the ground and roll over, and the wind in the city seems to be unwilling to contaminate the trivial things in the city, and is very stingy and refuses to pass through the streets, but laughs at the life in Chang'an City on the roof.

Fang Xie held a purple sand teapot in his hand, and the song he hummed softly in his mouth was a rhythm that people in this world had never heard.

Since entering Chang'an City, Xiang Qingniu has seen Fang Xie so comfortable for the first time. There are many people in Chang'an City who have a lot of things that involve Fang Jie's energy, but he is still a person who has two of himself in his heart. Xiang Qingniu didn't know that Fang Xie had a past life, but he could feel the contradiction of Fang Jie.

"Don't test me with your Taoist heart."

Fang Xie squinted his eyes and glanced at Xiang Qingniu.

Xiang Qingniu smiled: "I just want to know if you are so leisurely now, whether you are really leisurely or pretending to be leisurely." Isn't there anything good? ”

"Nothing good."

Fang Xie took a sip of tea.

This tea is not very good, Chang'an City has been besieged for several years, where can I find any good tea. Originally, almost all the tea in Changchun Garden was taken out by the people in this garden and sold for food, as for the Taiji Palace, because the palace people died, no one took care of the tea, and it was impossible to drink it for a long time.

It's also a little sad to say, those who can't leave in Changchun Garden, want to take out some of the things in the garden to sell, there are so many treasures but I don't know how much Lu Dao is worth, some rare treasures are sold at a very low price, and they are not even as high as the price of a pound of high-quality tea. It's just because those people know what price Ludao tea is worth, and they don't know what the price of Ludao antiques is toyed.

"You're still laughing if it's okay?"

Xiang Qingniu didn't believe it.

Fang Xie looked at Xiang Qingniu: "To give you an analogy, for example, there is a rich man who is very good, and he is never harsh on the people in the house." Because of this, the people in his house also respected him very much. One day, the rich man decided to join forces with his friends to do a big business, and they worked hard to reach an agreement with the other party, but at this time, suddenly the rich man's competitor appeared, and the rich man's bottom line was clear, and finally made a deal with the man at a lower price than the rich man's offer. When the rich man returned, he didn't bother to find out who had betrayed him, because he knew that he had lost an opportunity to make money, but he didn't want to lose someone he regarded as his family. ”

Xiang Qingniu thought for a while: "Some women are kind, but they can't do anything by doing this. ”

Fang Xie shook his head: "Wrong, from the day the rich man was betrayed, he has actually lost that family. ”

Xiang Qingniu was stunned, and thought carefully for a while before understanding the meaning: "So? ”

"So, you can't be like that."

Fang Xie felt the temperature brought by the purple clay pot in his palm and looked outside: "Maybe you will feel very unrealistic, but will this really happen...... The rich don't intend to hold anyone accountable, just that they don't have this opportunity. However, the man who betrayed him felt guilty...... Will something be done? ”

Xiang Qingniu thought for a while and replied: "In the end, I can't bear the torment in my heart and confess everything to the rich?" Or do you want to get the money and leave the country? ”

"Is there anything more outrageous?"

Fang asked.

Xiang Qingniu thought about it again, and suddenly thought of a rumor he had heard in the rivers and lakes: "I remember hearing Xiao Yijiu say before that there was once a sect called Broadsword Gate on the rivers and lakes, which used to be one of the best sects on the side of Shunchengdao, and then one day, the disciple who was most valued by the sect master sold the sect's martial arts secrets to people from other sects. The master of the door found out that it was him, but because he attached too much importance to him, he did not expose it, and just waited for the disciple to tell him everything. This disciple was indeed very guilty, and he finally made a decision under long-term pressure...... He assassinated the master of the door. ”

Fang Xie nodded: "So, nothing good." Whether the rich man finally finds out that traitor and punishes him severely, or finally pretends that nothing happened, in fact, he has lost it and wants to keep it...... It's long gone. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Xiang Qingniu became more and more curious: "Don't tell me what happened to your Black Flag Army." ”

"It's not"

Fang explained: "I'm just feeling for others again.

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"You really don't make a move?!"

The cook shouted loudly at Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu pulled Mu San to stand up and swept out of the lun, and fully withdrew from the lun to stand about a hundred meters away. She shouted at the cook, "Although this incident started because of us, you didn't promise us anything, and it has nothing to do with us, he wants to kill you, why should I do it?" ”

The cook dodged an internal force, and his body was like a crooked spinning top, as if he was about to fall down at any moment, but he just couldn't fall. No matter how the old man in the white shirt attacked, he could dodge it, and it didn't seem to be difficult. But the old man looked a little embarrassed, which made the scene weird.

The person who wants to be killed has been running but is not embarrassed, and the person who wants to kill has been chasing after but is very embarrassed.

This old man in a moon-white Confucian shirt is none other than Mr. Eight of the Moon Shadow Hall.

In the Moon Shadow Hall, he is the most honorable person except for Mr. Nine, and he is also the longest-living of all the Heavenly Monarchs in the current Moon Shadow Hall. There will always be people who challenge the Heavenly Monarch, even if they know that there is a great danger in the Dao, there are still people who stand up and go forward.

And he, but he has always lived.

That's because he is self-aware, and he knows very well what he can and can't touch.

So he now knew very well that he couldn't kill the cook himself.

Even if it seems that he has always taken the initiative and seems to have the upper hand, he just can't kill the cook. The cook always dodged and never fired back, but even then he still couldn't. So he's ready to leave, it's time to leave. Not long ago, he received news that the Cook's identity was revealed and could involve the secrets of the Moon Shadow Hall, so he had to kill the Cook.

He knew that the cook was a cultivator, but he never thought that the cook's cultivation would be so high.

"Please, I'm really dying."

The cook dodged and begged Qiu Yu.

This made Mr. Eight very angry.

Obviously, the cook's cultivation is above him, but the cook doesn't fight back, just dodges, and asks for help from a person whose cultivation is far inferior to his! If the cook is willing, as long as he tries his best to fight back, Mr. Eight will choose to flee before five minutes. The most infuriating thing is that the cook not only avoided all his attacks, but even controlled all the internal energy that could affect the innocent.

For example, if he smashes a fist at the cook, the cook dodges it, but his internal strength will smash into the things behind the cook, and with Mr. Eight's cultivation, it is not a problem for him to collapse a private house with one punch. However, while avoiding his punch, the cook sent his internal strength into the sky with a hook and a pull, and he didn't know how far the road flew and finally dissipated.

So far, I haven't even broken a fucking bowl!

"You make your own move, he has already been caught by you."

Qiu Yu shook his head and said, "I obviously have the ability to do it, but I pretend that I can't use it...... It's not funny at all. ”

"Bah, Bah, Bah."

The cook said eagerly: "I never said that I don't know how to cultivate, and I never said that I am poor in cultivation, but I really can't fight...... I don't remember how many years have passed since the day I started my practice, but I really haven't had a fight. ”

Qiu Yu was still laughing, so she naturally didn't believe it.

Then she saw that the old man in the moon-white shirt turned around and fled, and the cook was still yelling at her as if there was nothing she could do, so she had to wonder, did this cook really not fight?

Mr. Eight decided to flee.

He pulled out the thing that Mr. Nine had given him from his cuff and prepared to leave.

Then, he suddenly felt his body stiffen, and in an instant he lost command of his body. No matter how hard he tried, his body just wouldn't listen to him. His left hand had reached into the sleeve of his right arm, and he had already touched the object, but he could no longer move a single thing.

For a moment, Mr. Eight's heart was filled with horror.

He doesn't like it, that's why he avoids it all the time. This feeling of not being able to control his fate is actually a precursor to death, anyway, he thinks so.

Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly covered his forehead.

Then, he saw a middle-aged man in a cyan robe walking slowly out of a small alley, this middle-aged man was quite handsome, and his body was full of bookish air. Such a person could not see the slightest threat in any way.

But it was such a person who made Mr. Eight, the most alive in the Moon Shadow Hall, feel the threat of death.

"Master Hou, this person's cultivation is very strong, I just took advantage of his unpreparedness, if Master Hou doesn't make a move, he will escape."

The middle-aged man said.

Sanjin Hou Wu Yi walked out from behind him and hugged his fists: "Mr. Xie Lu Xie Zhuo." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I can sense that he has a very strange thing on him, it is actually similar to my ability, although it is not much, but the root principle does not seem to be far away." I'm imprisoning a place, and that thing seems to be able to open a place. ”

Sanjin waited for him, pressed his palm on Mr. Eight's lower abdomen, and a strong suction force appeared in his palm, and Mr. Eight's face immediately became distorted. His face wasn't distorted, it was really distorted. It was as if a gale wind swept across the otherwise calm surface of the lake, and immediately blew up layers of folds.

"Mr. Zhuo guessed right, it's such a thing."