In Donghu Lane, Feng Xie followed a young man with a work card, not a manager or anything like that, just an ordinary intermediary brother. The person is very professional, the attitude is good, and the most important thing is that the name is easy to remember. It's called Yu Yao.

"Mr. Ye, that house is very quiet, but it's a pity that it's tight in Donghu Lane. It's a dead end over there, so it's not easy to get in and out, and it's been on hold for a while. But even if you go around from the inside, this Donghu Lane is only 2 kilometers away from the antique street, which just meets your requirements. The little brother led the way in front, turned sideways, and introduced the situation of the house.

Feng Evil listened ignorantly, followed him, walked slowly, and his footsteps landed on the old green bricks, making a "da-da" sound.

The path is winding, winding and quaint, with a hint of mystery in the dampness. The more you go inside, the quieter it becomes, and at some point, the wind evil's usual frivolous complexion has converged. Suddenly, man has taken two steps—

It was as if he had teleported, and when he saw him again, he was already standing at a slightly decaying doorway.

"Mr. Ye, how do you know it's this courtyard?" Yu Yao panted over and caught up with the figure that flashed past him, and asked.

"I don't know, I just like it. Since it was originally going to be rented to me, let's sign the contract. Wind Demon turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, don't you go in this courtyard to have a look, in case it doesn't meet your needs. After being stunned for a while, Yu Yao was still full of doubts and incredulity.

"Don't look at it, I'm sure. ”

"Then let's go to a nearby café and sign up?"

"It's signed here, since the documents are all there, it's not so particular. Wind Demon interrupted.

"Well, listen to you. Take a look at the contract and sign it if there is no problem. Since the owner has completely delegated it to us, you can sign it on your side. The rent part is 5,000 a month, and if you pay it annually, it only costs 50,000, do you pay it monthly or annually?"

"The rent is paid monthly, and the account number on the contract will be called in a while. Wind Evil glanced at the contract and wrote the word Wind Evil casually. However, looking at the piece of paper that had not yet been handed out, he paused, and made up a "leaf" in front of him. Maybe it's because of the legal effect or something.

Although it's a little weird, the intermediary brother won't care about this. Relatively speaking, he is more strange and it is more appropriate to pay next year. Obviously he is the person who confessed to the general manager, and I heard that he is still a friend of Young Master Zhou of Zhenghao Group, how can he not even take out 50,000 yuan. But doubts are doubts, and it really doesn't matter. The list was made, and it was too late for him to be happy, so he naturally obediently left the key, how could he still have a lot of trouble.

It doesn't mean that Yao is going away, Feng Xie can't wait to open the door. The results are unmistakable. After so many years of studying medicine, no matter how he falls, he still retains that unique intuition.

I'll just say how can there be such a strong aura here? Even if there is a Qingming Lake next to it, which is just an ordinary big lake, even if you gather aura, it can't be too strong. Sure enough, it was the taste of spirit grass. Sitting next to it, the wind evil looked at it directly. Looking at his excited and obsessed appearance, it seems that he has reunited with an old lover who has not seen him for many years.

But that blue-yellow spirit grass is really nothing unusual. In the Canglan Continent, he couldn't even enter the existence of "Lingcao Daqianlu", and he didn't even bother to look at it before. It's a pity that this is not the same as it used to be, and this is not a vicissitude. Here, not only is there a lack of spiritual energy, the Great Dao is lost, and even any spiritual grass is extremely rare.

Moreover, with his current physique and cultivation, even if it is a first-order spirit grass, it will be of great help. What's more, in addition to being a real second-order spirit grass, this three-star grass can not only gather spiritual energy, but also produce three-star fruits. And this three-star fruit happens to be the main medicine for refining the Star Returning Pill.

It is as biased as the three-star grass, but it can neither allow the cultivation to skyrocket, nor can it increase the aura. It's just that for the wind evil, it seems that the various pills of chicken ribs are almost always meaningful.

Because his exercises are too peculiar, his cultivation has always been beyond the ordinary. Since he cultivated the "Wind God Decision" since he was a child, he has refined his body at the age of three, refined his qi at the age of four, condensed his soul at the age of five, built the foundation at the age of seven, and reached the Yuanying cultivation at the age of twenty, less than thirty, and has successfully stood at the peak of the interface and become one of the few immortal kings in the Canglan Continent.

As an evil son who is both medical and martial arts, not to mention martial arts and medical skills, there is no bottleneck, and no one can hope for one or two talents in the realm. His magic, his secrets can't be snooped into, but although this is a good thing, it will inevitably produce the disadvantages of scattered aura and unstable realm. However, after taking the Star Returning Pill, the original cultivation will be condensed again. It is also a small tonic for the foundation stage.

The spirit grass is not good-looking, and its shape and growth are somewhat similar to that of Lycoris, but it is not as thick and neat as Lycoris. In this earth, where there are few cultivators, the star will inevitably be treated as a weed. Looking at the way it is about to turn yellow, it is estimated that it will mature in more than ten days. And the Wind Evil entered the early stage of Qi refining, at most it was such a time.

The timing was just right, and it couldn't have been better. But even if he can't catch up, he won't rush forward without reason. Unless he doesn't want to live anymore. As a re-cultivator, he understands the importance of the foundation better than other cultivators.

Eagerness does not solve the problem, and rushing will not help. We must not mess with the rules. It is necessary to sharpen the knife first, wash the meridians and cut the marrow. It is necessary to wait for the impurities in the body to be exhausted, and then you can truly absorb the aura and then use it. Therefore, it is imperative to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow.

However, thinking of the bank card with only more than 2,000 yuan left, even if he has always "made money", "expropriated violently", and "crowned the world", he still has a headache. Because most of the medicinal materials used to refine the marrow washing soup are also precious medicinal materials such as tiger bones and deer antler velvet.

With his current cultivation, the probability of a success is almost zero, so this cost is really incalculable. Even with the smallest portion, 2,000 pieces must not be enough. So now, otherwise, you have to find a way to get some money first, otherwise you can only go directly to the pharmacy to "bully others".

When it comes to ways to get money, although there are many of them, they are not a matter of today and tomorrow. Everything takes time. If you don't need it, it's a special case and a special method, such as stealing, robbing, borrowing. But even if he can be unaware, his bottom line is not so low, and he can't rush directly to the road.

As for borrowing, he had only tried to make a deal in the name of "borrowing" before. If you really want to borrow something, he's not used to it. So I finally put down the phone in my hand.

Excited and tangled, the sun has set in the west, and it is almost five o'clock. Wind Demon walked through the sun-drenched courtyard and locked the door like a normal resident. Leisurely, with the carefree demeanor of a young man, following the smell of herbs, he turned in the direction of the antique street next door.