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I saw a streamer flying in, and Yang Mingyuan controlled the flying sword to stab Qiu Ming's vest from behind.

Fortunately, Qiu Ming had prepared to stimulate the Xuan Turtle Soft Armor again, but he didn't know that this was just Yang Mingyuan's false move. The flying sword bypassed Qiu Ming, and Qiu Ming watched as Yang Mingyuan jumped on the flying sword and left.

He walked up to Jigong: "Senior Brother Daoji, how are you?" "Why is Jigong's hand holding something that looks like a piece of bamboo, this looks like a fan handle, Jigong's pu fan?

"Ahem~~" Ji Ping took a breath: "Monk, I'm fine, I'm just a little injured, it's a pity for this fan." ”

Qiu Mingxin said, you can do it, even if the pu fan is a magic weapon, it can play a role at a critical moment, and it is worth it. Thanks to Jigong's golden Buddha palm just now, otherwise this Yang Mingyuan would not have escaped.

"Senior Brother Daoji, if Yang Mingyuan finds out that you have been seriously injured, I am afraid that you will come back again, let's quickly hide first." Yang Mingyuan's flying sword was really unguardable, and Qiu Ming felt that he was a little too big to be involved.

Jigong waved his hand weakly: "He was hit by the monk and I was slapped in the palm of the Buddha, and he fled regardless of his injuries, he must have been seriously injured, and he will definitely not be able to get better in a year or two." ”

Will it take a year or two to get better? Qiu Ming was secretly happy in his heart, so he was not afraid that Yang Mingyuan would seek revenge on him. He helped Jigong once, and the favor was repaid.

"Senior Brother Daoji, my house is not far away, you can go to my place to recuperate from your injuries."

Qiu Ming helped Jigong back home, he didn't give Jigong any pills, or use his handprints to help him heal, he would, Jigong should also be, right? And Jigong doesn't seem to be a big deal, so he still asks Qiu Ming for wine at night.

"Qiu Ming, the Prime Minister's Mansion has a formation arranged by Yang Mingyuan, so the monk I want to borrow the hand of Luo Gongzi to destroy the Prime Minister's Mansion, destroy the formation, and then transform the Prime Minister of Luo."

"Now that Yang Mingyuan has fled with serious injuries, the formation of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been triggered by that cricket, it should have lost its effect, and the matter of Duhua Luo Chengcheng will be handed over to you, which is also a great merit."

"Senior Brother Daoji, aren't you going to make Na Luo Prime Minister?"

"No, monk, I'm going to find something to restore my pu fan." Jigong also added in his heart, Monk, I still have to find some things, so that Xiuwei can recover as soon as possible, so as not to find Yang Mingyuan back in the future.

"Okay, then I'll go to Prime Minister Luo." Qiu Ming paused for a moment, "Senior Brother Daoji, before you leave, let's fight crickets once?" ”

Jigong was stunned for a moment, this Qiu Ming was so strange, what kind of crickets was he fighting with? He likes to play wind ~ dust, but he is not interested in fighting crickets.

"No, after drinking, I'm leaving, monk."

"Eh, Senior Brother Daoji, if you win, I'll make you another cup of tea, brewed with this drunken immortal, but it's a good tea from one place."

"Oh?" Jigong's eyes lit up, it must be good tea, "What if I lose, monk?" ”

"If you lose, Senior Brother Daoji can look at it and give you anything. But let's be clear, this cricket needs ordinary crickets, and we can't cheat. ”

If Jigong cheats, then Qiu Ming is definitely not an opponent. Even if it was Jigong, who was injured, it still gave Qiu Ming an unfathomable feeling.

But if it's an ordinary cricket, it depends on who finds the more powerful cricket, and maybe it has a lot to do with luck.

"Okay, monk, I'll play a game with you."

The two of them went to the yard, and the season at this time was when there were many crickets. Qiu Ming and Jigong each caught a cricket and put it in a jar.

Jigong caught a blue-black cricket, and Qiu Ming caught a purple-yellow cricket. He once inquired with someone, if it is a pure cyan cricket, there will be more insect kings, but blue and black, it is more scum.

And the purple yellow also has more insect kings, and among the crickets used to fight, they belong to the top grade.

Of course, these are all theories, the size of the two sides looks similar, and Qiu Ming doesn't know if he can win, he can only depend on luck.

The two crickets were thrown in a jar, but Qiu Ming found that it seemed that only his purple-yellow one was squeaking, and the one caught by Jigong was lying there still.

Qiu Ming became eyebrows and smiled, it was obvious that he was much more lively, and it seemed that victory was expected!

Just when Qiu Ming teased the two crickets with a straw pole, something embarrassing happened to Qiu Ming, his cricket actually climbed onto the back of Jigong's cricket, and the cricket did not resist.

Qiu Ming and Jigong both looked embarrassed, rubbing, the one Jigong was looking for turned out to be a mother!

"That, Senior Brother Daoji, how is this calculated?" Qiu Ming thought he had won, but it turned out to be like this.

Jigong laughed: "Two crickets fought and were used for fun, this is not done by Buddhist disciples." Since such a coincidence happened, it would be considered a draw. ”

"Senior Brother Daoji, I should be counted as winning, right?" Qiu Ming was very dissatisfied, why did he draw, didn't you see my crickets on it!

I'm attacking, you're receiving, winning!

Jigong smiled indifferently: "Okay, if you win, this gadget will be given to you." He didn't understand why Qiu Ming would argue over such a trivial matter. casually gave the handle of the pu fan to Qiu Ming, which can be regarded as half a magic weapon.

Ji Gong doesn't care too much about winning or losing, winning is just a cup of tea, and there is nothing to be frustrated about if he loses. He was just curious why Qiu Ming wanted to fight crickets with him, and he looked like he had to win.

Qiu Ming's face was happy: "Senior brother, wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of tea." "I got a hint of task completion, Qiu Ming didn't expect that this seemingly the most difficult side quest was actually completed!

The two crickets were released, and Qiu Ming boiled water to make tea. After brewing two cups of tea, Jigong picked up one cup, put it under his nose and smelled it: "Good tea!" ”

He had never drunk this tea, and it seemed to smell with a faint smell of sea, but when he drank it in his mouth, it was full of fragrance, and the tea contained some spiritual power, which made Jigong enjoy it very much.

This should be a tea made of spiritual grass in the sea, everything in the world, he didn't dare to say that he had seen it, not to mention that he was not good at alchemy, except for sweat mud pills.

After drinking the tea and eating the same food, Jigong got up: "Qiu Ming, monk, I'll leave first, and we'll meet again." ”

"Senior Brother Daoji, meet again if you have a fate."

Jigong's figure could not be seen in a few breaths, and Qiu Ming would also pour the tea leaves in the teacup under the small tree in the corner of the courtyard, sit cross-legged on the bed, and absorb the spiritual power in the tea.

Qiu Ming didn't see it, the two crickets were also in the corner. When they saw the tea leaves, they were attracted to it, and the two crickets ate all the tea leaves, and they didn't know how to do it with their small bodies.

After the night passed, after Qiu Ming absorbed the purple qi in the morning, he walked towards the city and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion.