[The book continued from the above, and the last book said that the delivery date was coming, and Mu Qingming started his own plans and actions step by step according to everything he had planned before. He asked Miao Tian to take the first step and go to the Qi Mansion to wait, and also took away an immortal path watcher at the entrance of the alley. Then, Ah Hong and Miaobi took the money and went to the Nanjiao Field to find those snitches and ask them to deliver the goods on time. The snitches were bold enough to eat black, but they were spotted by the magic pen and had to hand over the real bead to avoid being beaten by the dragon lockers. And Mu Qingming and his wife Mo Han have already taken their disciples Zhang Xiaosheng and Jiaoyun to play in the opera garden over there in Yunjin Night Market and listen to the little peony singing. 】

The night wind roamed the south church grounds, blowing off a few fallen leaves scattered on the church grounds and the surrounding trees. On the fire fold in the hand of the snitch Xiaoqi, the flames swayed gently in the wind.

The snitch Xiao Qi raised his hand and caged beside the flame, blocking the night wind blowing around him, and also let the flame settle.

The three of them walked all the way to the west, and under the guidance of Xiao Qi, Ah Hong and Miaobi came to the edge of the teaching field after a while, and stood in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

The walls of this small courtyard are made of adobe, but many of them are collapsed and dilapidated, and the head and foot of the wall are also overgrown with weeds.

Most of the evil cacti planted on the door have withered and died, and only the shriveled drive is left, lying on the dilapidated door.

There are also many decays on the door panel of the gate, and the door god couplets pasted on them, I don't know when they were pasted, have been yellowed and white because of the wind and sun, and the paper is brittle.

At first glance, this courtyard looks like a place where no one has lived in a long time.

However, there was a fire in the courtyard, and it was not dark. Through the gate of the courtyard that was blown open by the strong wind, the dragon locker could see a bonfire lit in the courtyard, and several snitches were in the courtyard, holding corn and potatoes, roasting on the bonfire.

The aroma of the hot sauce rises from the roasted potatoes.

The snitch Xiaoqi led Miaobi and Ah Hong in, and went straight to the only hut in the courtyard.

When he came to the house, the dragon locker saw Huang Yan among the snitches, who was waiting for the dragon locker.

In addition to Huang Yan, there was also a silver-haired old man with reading glasses and a string of wooden Buddhist beads in his hand.

On the Buddha beads, there was a faint corpse aura, which seemed to be the old man lying down from a certain corpse.

These snitches don't seem to be just doing business on the ground, but they haven't spared the dead underground.

And the furnishings in this small bungalow are only a few simple tables, chairs and benches. and a small cabinet that has been locked.

It's not anything of value.

Xiao Qi brought the dragon lock people into the house, muttered something to Huang Yan, and then retreated to the door of the house where there was only one door, and said to the lock dragon people: "Noble, today we can pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other." ”。

Mickypen snorted, reached out and touched the bulging money bag around his waist, and motioned for the snitch to bring the money himself.

The money bag was made of yellow cloth with blue silk thread embroidered with the image of two bats ring clouds. But because there was so much money inside, the bulging bat pattern had been distorted.

Holding the wonderful pen of the money bag in one hand, he looked at Huang Yan and said, "I want to see the goods first." ”。

Huang Yan got up in response, and with a loud noise, he untied a key from the keychain on his waist and walked to the locked cabinet.

Instead of unlocking it with the key, he pushed the cabinet aside with all his might, revealing the rough adobe wall behind it.

A small boxy box embedded in the wall was also presented in front of the dragon-locking man. At this time, Huang Yan took the key and unlocked the box.

I have to say, these snitches are still very good at hiding things.

Said that you can imagine it at once, on the wall behind this cabinet, there is a dark compartment and a box?

And with such tattered supplies and yards, others would not have thought that there was something hidden in them.

Huang Yan opened the box, took out a small cloth bag from it, and locked the box again.

Then Huang Yan turned back, came to Miaobi's side, and also opened the small cloth bag. The bead in the cloth bag presented the wonderful pen and Ah Hong's eyes.

Not far away, the candle flame on the table shone brightly, and suddenly there was a rainbow of light, bursting out from the dark beads.

Miaobi glanced at it, sneered, and when he raised his eyes to look at Huang Yan again, he said coldly: "Is this a test of my eyesight?" Is this what I want? ”。

In his eyes, a cold light also burst out.

Neither the Wonderful Pen nor Ah Hong, who had been on guard, sensed and sensed the spirit of water contained in the bead that was close at hand.

Although the thieves they hired to steal were also counterfeit beads, the bead in front of them was not an authentic, real fake bead.

No matter how real the snitches are, this is a fake, and it is spotted by the dragon lockers at a glance.

Before he finished his words, the snitches, who had been roasting corn and potatoes in the courtyard before, had already rushed in. What he was carrying in his hand was no longer a cold weapon such as a knife and axe, but a barge gun.

The snitches naively believe that a mere pistol can kill and threaten the dragon lockers.

As soon as Miaobi saw those fierce snitches surrounding them, he immediately raised his gun and pointed it at him and Ah Hong, and his face was fearless, he snorted coldly and asked, "You want black to eat black?" ”。

A large smell of gun oil spread in the room along with the tense atmosphere.

Obviously, these guns in the hands of the snitches are new goods that have just been stolen.

Miaobi also immediately thought that at dinner today, Zhao Liang repeatedly asked Mu Qingming to help investigate the loss of the gun in the Kunming Provincial Police Department.

Whether the two things are related or not, Miao Bi did not jump to conclusions, but looked around at the snitches, ready to make a move.

"Haven't you been beaten enough, have you?" Ah Hong's face was full of anger, and he looked around and said viciously: "Remember to eat or not." ”。

The sound was like a bell, and for a while it shook those flying eardrums, and their hands couldn't help shaking, and the pistol in their hands was almost unstable, and they almost fell to the ground.

"The noble man misunderstood, it's just a joke." At this time, the silver-haired old man, who had not spoken, hurriedly stood up, motioned for the other snitches to retreat, came to Miaobi with a smile on his face, saluted, and said politely: "I just don't know the details of your guests, for fear that you are spies of the government, so I am more cautious." ”。

The old man was polite, but he spoke in a gentlemanly manner, like a pedant in a private school in the past.

"Ah Hong, don't wash away their memories just yet." Glancing at the pistols that the snitches had already carried to their waists, the wonderful pen sent a voice to Ah Hong's thoughts: "Zhao Liang asked your master to do something, but I am afraid that I will have to find clues from these snitches." ”。

At the same time, the silver-haired old man pushed the glasses with thick lenses on his face, stopped the Buddhist beads that were turning in his hand, took out the real beads from his waist, and handed them to the wonderful pen.

The wonderful pen saw that the beads taken out this time were already real, so he reached out and took them, took off the money bag from his waist, and handed it to the old man.

"The second master Buddha, hand it over to a friend." The old man who took the bag opened it and saw that it was full of silver dollars, and the fixed amount was also money, no more, no less; Then the old man smiled even more happily, and his eyes narrowed.

The old man then tightened his money bag, saluted, and said respectfully: "If you have any business in the future, just come here, and the business you can do, I will always refuse to come." ”。

Greed, this man's smile was full of greed.

Miaobi just glanced at him, mumbled, and left with Ah Hong.

The snitches were afraid of being beaten again, and the two masters didn't let them do it, so naturally they didn't dare to stop it anymore, and automatically made way of a way, so that the dragon lockers walked out of the courtyard smoothly, and passed through the south church field unharmed, and entered the city with a big swagger.

After seeing the entire trading process, the immortal path continued to hide with thaumaturgy such as the Concealment Charm, and followed closely behind the dragon locker.

But it was impossible to hear it, and after entering the city, the wonderful pen gave Ah Hong the content of the voice: "This gang of snitches has guns, and when they are done, they have to tell your master." I always feel like there's something wrong with that. ”。

"Uncle Shi, I'm afraid you're too careful." Ah Hong's disappreciative transmission gave the wonderful pen.

"Hopefully, hopefully I'll be wrong once, it's just a normal gun theft." Miaobi pondered for a moment, and then used his mind to transmit the sound, and said this again, and said no more.

He and Ah Hong quickened their pace in unison, and walked through the streets and alleys in the darkness towards the Xima River......

Yunjin Night Market, lively.

Today is a sunny day, although it is a little cold at night, but it is not rainy or muddy, and the Yunjin Night Market is lively.

The Yunjin Night Market, where people come and go, and the brightly lit Yunjin Bridge, have nowhere to stay on the street.

The stalls and shops in this place are all busy shouting.

The opera garden on the corner of the street is also very lively. The cheers and applause continued to sound and drifted out of the garden.

Kunming's opera garden is very local characteristics, and it is generally made of a printed house. The middle patio is open, so you can see the moon and stars in the night sky.

The main house was changed into a stage, and the left and right rooms were private rooms. Ordinary guests sit around square tables on benches in the patio.

Rich people will order a private room and watch a play upstairs.

And the ticket that Zhao Liang gave Mu Qingming was upstairs.

Moreover, it was still close to the direction of the stage.

It can be seen that Zhao Liang is attentive, and the trustee must have found a lot of connections, otherwise this movie ticket would not have bought such a good position.

Mu Qingming took his wife and disciples into the door, and a few stewards who worked for the Qi family were also listening to the play inside, so they got up and said hello one by one, and watched Mu Qingming's family go upstairs with envious eyes.

After taking a seat, the young man came to serve tea, and he also sent a menu of pastries and fruits, and asked Mu Qingming to order something to eat.

Mu Qing didn't pick it either, and directly asked his wife and disciples to order it casually. Zhang Xiaosheng was so polite, he ordered a lot of melon seeds, peanuts and chestnuts in one go. Mo Han and Mu Qingming didn't say anything, and also ordered some fruit.

Jiaoyun, who likes sweets the most, ordered a cloud leg cake from Hexianglou.

The young man wrote it down and went downstairs, and after a while he brought melon and fruit cakes.

On the stage, the erhu and silk strings played, and the little peony appeared on the stage, singing a euphemistic, delicate and cheerful Dian opera. Suddenly, there were bursts of cheers from the audience.

"You said that there is an immortal Daoist here, that's him, right?" Mo Han in the private room upstairs looked at the little peony with oil makeup on the stage and the little peony with oil makeup on her face to transmit the message to her husband Mu Qingming, and at the same time, his eyes turned and his gaze moved, and he fixed on the blind man who was pulling the erhu in the corner of the stage.

Is Xiao Peony a believer, or is he pulling erhu? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[Hexiang Building of Suolongren Small Theater - Hexiang Building, a time-honored brand in Kunming's pastry industry. The founder, Hu Dema, came to Wanping (present-day Beijing) in 1797 with his fellow eunuchs and served as a civil servant and official of the Qing court. Hu De's son, Hu Shan, was recommended by Shu Xing'a, a member of the imperial court, and entered the palace as an imperial chef, specializing in court pastries. Later, Hu Shan asked his second son, Hu Zenggui, to also enter the palace to become a chef. Around 1851, Shu Xing'a went to Yunnan to serve as a governor, and Hu Shan and his son Hu Zenggui followed him to Kunming, where they worked as cooks in the governor's yamen, which is now located in Kunba Middle School on Ru'an Street. In 1858, Shu Xing Afeng was transferred back to Beijing. Before leaving, he remembered the service of Hu Shan's father and son for many years, and gave Hu Shan's father and son a sum of silver taels. Hu Shan and his son took out the silver taels and savings over the years given by Shu Xing'a, and opened a pastry shop in a place called "Three Turns" next to the governor's yamen, which is Hexianglou. It is unanimously believed that ham mooncakes were created in 1872 by "Hexiang Lou", the first company specializing in pastries in Kunming. In fact, as early as before, the palace kitchen of the Yongli Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty, who took refuge in Yunnan, used Yunnan ham, sugar and other fillings to make "cloud leg buns", and the ham cakes of Hexianglou are just derivatives of cloud leg buns. 】