It's a pity that the gray-robed old man once again turned a deaf ear to the black-robed man's words, and looked like he was about to leave with the jade box in his hand.

In desperation, the black-robed man had no choice but to shout loudly, "Yan Chengkuan, I am the immediate attendant of His Majesty today, if I die here, your Yanliu Painting Bridge will be destroyed soon." ”

The gray-robed old man finally stopped, which made the black-robed man breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw the gray-robed old man turn around and look at him with disdain.

"Don't say that you are just a mere servant, even His Majesty today does not dare to easily extinguish our smoke willow painting bridge."

The gray-robed old man slowly walked to the black-robed man, bent down and continued in a low voice: "By the way, Your Majesty is our honorable guest of the Yanliu Painting Bridge today, do you still think you can survive now?" ”

The black-robed man's heart suddenly turned to ashes, even His Majesty is now bent down to be a guest secretary, how can he survive under this behemoth?

In the next second, a light quietly went out.

The gray-robed old man turned to the old bustard standing on the first floor and ordered, "Send this drunken Imperial Guard Lord back to his own mansion." ”

"Yes, sir." The old bustard hurriedly saluted.

The gray-robed old man immediately looked at the people in the hall, and a faint coercion shrouded everyone invisibly, making everyone understand that this old man who lived in a small green building also had good strength.

The gray-robed old man looked around and announced lightly to everyone, "The results of tonight have come out, but this son wins, and the rest of you can leave." ”

Everyone in the hall sighed when they heard this, but they all got up and left without exception.

"Brother Su, why are they?" Bai Yue, who came to the Yanliu Painting Bridge for the first time, was a little confused.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, "I'll explain to you next time, and we'll say goodbye today." ”

Bai Yue obviously didn't know that the next time in the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi was actually equivalent to a goodbye, so he got up and saluted, "Brother Su, then we will see you next time, and Brother Su can come to the Zhenguo Mansion to find me Bai Yue after today." ”

The man in Tsing Yi bowed slightly, "Okay." ”

……

When the entire hall became a little empty, and only some graceful women remained, the gray-robed old man slowly walked up to the man in Tsing Yi and said politely, "Does the prince know that we smoke willows to paint bridges?" ”

"Yes." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

"Childe, please."

The man in Tsing Yi then stood up, followed the old man in gray robe all the way to the attic where few people passed through the Yanliu Painting Bridge, passed through a secret door, and went down one step after another, the man in Tsing Yi actually came to the bottom of the Qinhuai River from the bank of the Qinhuai River, and the Yanliu Painting Bridge actually built a transparent trestle bridge at the bottom of the Qinhuai River.

Groups of colorful swimming fish swim back and forth outside the trestle, piles of crystal clear bubbles emerge from the bottom of the water, dark green aquatic plants sway left and right, white reefs are like smooth pearls, such a beautiful scenery at the bottom of the Qinhuai River is estimated that the vast majority of locals in Changyang may never know.

The gray-robed old man was secretly observing the actions of the man in Tsing Yi at this time, and to his surprise, the expression of the man in Tsing Yi was still very flat in the face of such a beautiful scenery, and he didn't even look at the outside of this trestle bridge, you must know that when His Majesty came here, he also said that he would build an identical trestle bridge at the bottom of the Qinhuai River.

The gray-robed old man couldn't help but be curious, "Childe doesn't feel anything about such a beautiful scenery outside the glass bridge?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, he couldn't say that he had only gone to the large underwater world with a certain fool not long ago, in terms of species and species, I am afraid that this Qinhuai River is far from being able to compare.

It's just that the glass here is called glass? It's better than that world.

"Let's keep walking." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

The gray-robed old man then continued to walk forward, since the man in Tsing Yi had no nostalgia for this beautiful scenery, he didn't need to be strong.

The two gradually walked to the end of the Liuli Bridge, and at this time, the buildings that were more shocking than the Liuli Bridge were slowly unveiled.

The Yanliu Painting Bridge actually built one white attic after another at the bottom of the north bank of the Qinhuai River, and at this time in the mind of the man in Tsing Yi, these attics are large and small, delicate and simple, some of the attics have a lot of decorations, full of personal belongings, and some of the attics are empty, and the dust has accumulated a lot.

The gray-robed old man finally stopped at a good-sized attic door.

"Childe, this is the residence that our Yanliu Painting Bridge provides for Childe for free, is Childe satisfied?"

The man in Tsing Yi casually glanced at the interior of the attic, the normal daily necessities were readily available, but they were not very neatly placed, it seemed that they should be prepared temporarily, and the cleaning was relatively clean, but for the man in Tsing Yi, these were not important, and he would not live here.

"Yes."

After receiving the reply, the gray-robed old man smiled with satisfaction, paused for a moment, and then asked seriously, "What news do you need to buy when Childe comes to our Yanliu Painting Bridge for the first time?" ”

"That's right."

"So what news does Childe want?"

"I'm looking for a woman named Hansu."

"May I ask what is the age of that girl named Hansu? Where do you live? Are there any other relatives? ”

"I don't know."

The gray-robed old man's eyes suddenly became strange, this man in green clothes was not entertaining himself, but judging from the man's expression, he didn't look like it.

"Isn't that just a name?" The gray-robed old man said with a frown. "Although there are not many people with the surname Han on this ancient land, there will still be millions."

"You also know a piece of information," the man in Tsing Yi looked out the window at the swimming fish, "She's a woman." ”

The gray-robed old man felt more and more that he had been tricked, but he couldn't feel a trace of teasing from the man's tone.

"Isn't that like looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"By the way, this girl may not be called Hanshu now." The man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and said that when he first came to this continent, he searched for all the women named Han Su in this continent, but he was rejected by the mentally retarded system one by one.

The gray-robed old man suddenly felt that his mouthful of old blood was rising, and even his gaze at the man in Tsing Yi became unkind.

"That's no longer called looking for a needle in a haystack, it's called finding water in a haystack." The gray-robed old man said angrily, "Then what is the meaning of the word "cold crisp?" ”

"Although she is not called Hanshu now, she may not be in the future."

"Your Excellency, are you entertaining us by painting bridges?"

"Ten Missing Moon Fruits."

The gray-robed old man's anger suddenly disappeared, as ten blue-jade-colored transparent fruits were slowly spinning in mid-air in front of him.

The gray-robed old man hid the greed in his eyes, and said, "We need to charge half of the deposit for painting the bridge in the smoke willow." ”

It's just that he didn't expect that the ten missing moon fruits all flew towards him and slowly fell into his hands, and then he heard the clear voice of the man in Tsing Yi.

"I'm a very generous person, but it doesn't mean that I want to be fooled, if you don't do it within a year, you will die."

The gray-robed old man was just about to say something, and suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar, cold and piercing like ten thousand silver needles piercing his body, and he couldn't even breathe under the pressure of the man in Tsing Yi's momentum.

"Great, Great Grandmaster." The gray-robed old man's eyes widened, and he looked at the man in Tsing Yi in disbelief, and his tone became a little frightened.