"Young Master, are you in trouble?"

Sang Sang's bright eyes seemed to see everything clearly, and her young master offended people again.

And this person looks very powerful, but I don't know if he can compare with the wolf king of Minshan.

"People like him shouldn't care about small people."

"Let's take one step at a time."

Ning Que's face sank, and he always had a bad premonition, maybe it won't be long before they meet again.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat is naturally straight to the bridge.

Since the other party gave the money and didn't say anything, why should Ning Que think about it himself.

Fifty taels of silver in hand, which is equivalent to an increase in net worth by a quarter, is a joyous thing.

"Let's go, Sangsang."

"The young master took you out to buy things, and we are also rich now."

Ning Que put aside the gloom on his face, forgot all his troubles, spent it when he had money, and saved it if he didn't have money.

"Okay."

Sang Sang closed the door of the old pen and followed Ning Que to the rouge shop to choose all kinds of rouge.

Sangsang has followed Ning Que for many years, and Ning Que finally made a lot of money.

Ning Que, who had a lot of money, waved his hand and took away the most expensive rouge in the store.

The two walked and stopped along the way, feeling the prosperity of the capital of Chang'an, and saw countless novel gadgets.

In the capital of Chang'an, strange things abound, such as the lottery of the old liar in front.

"Don't miss it when you pass by."

"Just write one word and you can get a chance to draw a lottery."

"If you win the lottery again and again, you can't write a loss, and you can't be fooled."

A slightly obscene, oil-stained old man is tricking children into writing on the street.

Ning Que expressed his sincere contempt, at such an old age, he also came out to deceive children.

It was simply a shame for the Tang people, Ning Que glanced at Master Yan Se with disgust, and then ignored it.

"Toot toot."

"Congratulations on your luck and getting a commemorative gift, a drunkard peanut."

Master Yan Se closed his eyes, his fingers fluttered in front of him, and finally pointed to a pile of peanuts, took one out of it, and handed it to the child who was writing.

The child was already satisfied with getting a peanut and left in a hurry.

"I want a bunch of rock sugar gourds."

Huo Yun passed by here and happened to meet Master Yan Se, on the ranking of the most shameless people in the world.

Master Yan Se can definitely rank in the top five, and Ning Que is the same, both of them are faceless and skinless people.

"Young man, you come and write a word."

Yan Se glanced at Huo Yun, he had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his temperament was dusty, he was a peerless son, as handsome as he was when he was young.

I just don't know that Huo Yun's handwriting can have a few points when he was young.

"One word, a string of sugar gourds."

"I'm not a kid, I'm not that easy to fool."

Huo Yun didn't care whether Yan Setong agreed or not, and went straight to write.

Yan Se's understanding of the rune path may be a few points stronger than him.

In terms of the color of comprehensive combat power, it is definitely not Huo Huan's opponent, and Huo Huan has more plug-ins in his hands.

Huo Yun picked up the wooden stick and casually swiped a few strokes on the sand table.

A simple, unremarkable word is revealed on the sand table.

"Thank you for the sugar gourd, Master Yan Se."

Huo Yun picked up a string of sugar gourds, didn't pay any attention to Master Yan Se, but turned around and glanced at Ning Que meaningfully.

Ning Que was shocked, as if he was stripped naked by Huo Yun on the street, and the whole person was not good.

Sang Sang's eyes were always staring at the sugar gourd.

"Young master, since I have met it, I want to eat a string of sugar gourds."

"Young master, your handwriting is so good, you must be able to do it."

Sang Sang dragged Ning Que, she rarely ate these things when she was in Weicheng.

Weicheng belongs to the border pass, the climate is dry, and the materials supported by Datang basically do not have such a thing as rock sugar gourds.

"Isn't it just a word?"

"Watch your young master earn you a string of sugar gourds and come back."

Ning Que shook his head, he felt that Huo Yun's eyes seemed to have a deep meaning.

He is just a little ant, what can he worry about, Ning Que can't figure it out.

"Good words, the road is simple, and the realm is perfect."

Yan Se stared at Huo Yun's words in a daze, a simple word "fire", but it contained the truth between heaven and earth.

Such words must have been written by a great cultivator, why didn't Yan Se sense his telekinesis just now?

Could it be that he is really old and does not carefully observe the situation around him?

"Old man, I also want rock sugar gourd, and I will solve it quickly."

Ning Que walked over, picked up the brush and brushed it, and the word "fire" in the sand table was immediately covered with sand.

Ning Que picked up the stick and wrote the word "person" on the sand table casually, too lazy to write the two points of "fire".

After finishing the matter, Ning Que pulled Sang Sang, grabbed a string of rock sugar gourds, and quickly left with Sang Sang.

The smooth operation, fast and fresh.

Master Yan Se finally came back to his senses from the word "fire", and couldn't help but have a guess about Huo Huan's strength, Huo Hu was definitely in the realm of knowing his fate.

If you want to say that you don't know your fate, you can have such an understanding of Fu Dao, and he Master Yan Se is the first to disbelieve it.

"What's the situation, my fire word?"

"Why are there two points missing, who stole the two points of my fire word?"

Master Yan Se glanced around, but he didn't find Huo Yun's figure, he finally found a successor, and he actually let people destroy it.

"Hey, why did the young man go so fast."

Once Master Yan Se is fascinated by words, everything around him will be ignored, and Ning Que will be perfectly ignored by him.

At this moment, Yan Se wanted to find Huo Yun's figure, and what could he find.

Master Yan Se asked around, and finally knew what the situation was, it turned out that the word "person" was written by another person.

"Good words, and there are no fluctuations in the vitality of heaven and earth."

Yan Se was a little regretful, if it weren't for Huo Yun, Yan Se would feel that Ning Que's words were amazingly written.

Between these people, it is not better than not knowing, and one is more frightened.

Master Yan Se immediately returned to the south gate of Haotian Dao and asked the national teacher Li Qingshan to help find Huo Huan.

But Huo Yun seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing without a trace.

It seems that this heir is Lord Haotian joking with Yan Se, and there has been no news for several days.

On the contrary, the last young man, Ning Que of Weicheng, was found out by Li Qingshan.

At this moment, Huo Yun is drinking flower wine and enjoying the care of her sisters.

Master Yan Se hasn't come to the Red Sleeve Trick in the past few days, otherwise, maybe he can still run into Huo Yun.

"Sister Shui Zhu'er, you are dressed so flamboyantly, what do you want?"

Huo Yun took the wine glass on the table, took a small sip, and looked at the beautiful sisters on the stage with great interest.

This red-sleeved trick is worthy of a man's paradise, and there are ways to keep people.

"Huo Xiaogongzi, a rare guest."

"Sister, I wanted to pinch your face a few years ago."

Shui Zhu'er pretended to fall, fell into Huo Yun's arms, and reached out to touch Huo Yun's body.

A few years ago, Jun Mo brought Huo Hu to meet Jane's family, and these sisters all knew Huo Hu.

When Huo Yun grew up, he was far more cute than when he was a child, and he really wanted people to pinch it.

"Shui Zhu'er, you little goblin, you can't afford to open it."

Xiaocao disliked and pulled up the water droplets, to be coquettish, find your guests, don't harm their little son.

"Xiaocao, look at your calf."

Shui Zhuer is not afraid of grass, but plays with grass by the way.

"Alright, don't make a fuss."

"Sister Xiaocao, is Aunt Jian looking for me?"

Xiaocao was cultivated by Jane's family as an heir, and it will not often haunt below.

Since she came in person, it must have been the order of Jane's family.

"Huo Xiaogongzi, Jane, please go upstairs for a while."

Xiaocao nodded, and waited for Huo Yun to go upstairs together to meet the real owner of the Red Sleeves.