"Rest assured, grandfather, grandchildren will never let you down. ”

Si Ming Daohua said respectfully, and after speaking, he cast a spell to invite a broken incense back to the purple gold gourd.

After that, with Si Mingqin's real consent, at the suggestion of the patriarch, he left the dormitory with the purple gold gourd in both hands and walked quickly to the largest auction house in Rift Valley City.

After Si Mingdaohua left, the patriarch stared at Si Mingqin Zhen, brewed for a long time and accumulated some strength, and said solemnly: "This family, please leave it to you." ”

Bozu said seriously. Si Mingqin said with a smile.

At this time, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead had dried out, and his complexion looked slightly better.

The patriarch seems to have an unspeakable addiction and wants to talk about it.

Si Mingqin really nodded in salute and said with a smile: "If Uncle Zu doesn't mind, Sun Er will retire." ”

The patriarch just looked fixedly at this proud son of heaven who was loved by the heavens, and did not speak.

It was too close to death, and every word the old man had to use a lot of energy, and he didn't have the extra strength to fiddle with the expression on his face.

The stiff shell limited his freedom, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to show a hint of tenderness.

The dead gray face was so heavy, serious, and terrifying that few dared to look at him.

But Si Mingqin really didn't mind.

He saw many things in the old man's dying light.

There is humiliation, unwillingness, and guilt......

So, he nodded his head again, then turned around and left this underground dormitory with Cai Bo.

Cai Bo stayed with him and didn't speak.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something and was moved.

But he still couldn't hold back and didn't speak, and silently followed Si Mingqin Zhen back to the courtyard on the ground.

It didn't take long for the upper echelons of the clan to receive a scroll from the other courtyard.

Written by Si Mingqin Zhen, the scroll is a long list of thousands of names.

In the face of this scroll, the high-level who had been celebrating not long ago because Si Mingqin had really refined a broken incense was silent again.

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Si Ming Daohua did not attend the high-level gathering, and naturally he had not seen the scroll.

After coming out of the auction house, he went straight to the other courtyard.

A piece of incense appeared at the auction as an exhibit, making the auction unprecedented popularity.

The citizens who got the news did not hesitate to spend their savings for several years, and they also wanted to enter the auction hall to take a look.

In order to avoid accidents, the best soul incense once it was released flowed into the hands of the top magnates and peak powerhouses, and rarely appeared in the people, and the vast majority of nobles and celebrities, like the common people in the market, have always only heard of their names.

Such an opportunity is once in a lifetime, and no one wants to miss it.

The appearance of a broken incense also made the auction items in the same period shine, and the auction price rose, and the market was optimistic.

Not long after Si Ming Daohua took over the auction house, he was very happy to see such a situation, and after explaining the matter, he hurried to the other courtyard to express his gratitude to Si Mingqinzhen.

However, Muliu was not happy.

He is active by nature, after returning from the Inner Hidden Division, he watched Si Shenqin Zhen refining medicine in the morning, and lit the soul lamp with three inches of moonlight in the afternoon, and he didn't leave the other courtyard for almost half a step all day, which was very boring.

It's just that Si Ming Daohua is not interested, because a broken incense came to report the good news, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear it, and he wanted to go out for a walk.

Si Ming Daohua observed the words and looks, and probably knew Mu Liu's thoughts.

So he invited the family on the Ironwood Cliff to a famous inn nearby to try the secret dishes of this inn.

As soon as he heard that it was related to eating, the resentment in Mu Liu's heart subsided a little, and he went out first with a small hairball, an inscription sword and a psychic secret book.

Si Ming Huai'an and Cai Bo declined Si Ming Daohua's grand invitation, stayed in the other courtyard, and watched them leave.

The Lord of Ironwood Cliff is also in this courtyard, living in a shallow place, and has not shown his face all day.

As soon as the three of Muliu left the courtyard, a steward came to the courtyard at the behest of the patriarch.

After that, Si Mingzetian also left the other courtyard.

It will be late, and the wind and snow will stop.

In the distant eastern sky, a blood-red sunset rose.

Cai Bo accompanied Si Ming Huai'an to stand under the eaves and look at the clouds in the sky.

Si Minghuai was stunned, but there was still a faint smile on his face, and he said calmly: "The day after tomorrow is a sunny day." ”

Cai Bo's mood was very heavy, and he hesitated for a while before speaking: "The snowmelt is colder, and the road is not easy to walk." ”

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As soon as the wind and snow stopped, children frolicked in the streets.

The inn that Si Ming Daohua said was near the second largest pier in Rift Valley City, not very far from the inner city, out of the clan mansion, go around the street to the right, and cross three streets to arrive.

Rift Valley is the largest city-state within a radius of 1,000 miles.

Although most of the citizens hide in the dungeon during this season and do not want to come out, the number of people who remain on the surface to face the cold winter is still huge.

The streets were sparsely populated and quiet.

None of the taverns are quiet though.

The inn facing the sea is also popular.

This inn, famous for its secret silvershore bass, is located outside the city, but also near the pier, and most of the diners who come and go are men who work at the pier all year round, as well as civilians who live nearby.

Many wealthy people living in the inner city often patronize this inn for the sake of silver shore perch.

Silver shore perch is a characteristic fish species native to the silver bank basin in the northern part of the Luoxing Mountains in the west, and was later introduced to the Beiluo Sea basin, and after artificial breeding, it has become a relatively common fish species, and frequently appears on the table.

However, the farmed silver shore bass gradually lost its original taste and flavor.

Wild silvershore bass are hard to catch and are precious.

This long-established inn uses secret sauces and ancestral cooking techniques to make artificially farmed silver shore bass into the texture and flavor of wild silver shore sea bass, which is full of admiration.

For hundreds of years, no one has been able to fully replicate this specialty, and the inn has been stubbornly parked near the docks, facing the sea of bells.

Thousands of homes are lit up, and diners are coming in and out.

After Mu Liu, Si Mingqin Zhen and Si Ming Daohua, the three young masters in brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, came in, they did not attract too much attention.

Probably because there are many wealthy merchants and nobles among the diners of this inn, and everyone has seen a lot, so they don't think it's unusual.

The inn has limited space and a large passenger flow, and there are no private rooms.

Mu Liu looked at it and sat down at a random table in the lobby that had just been vacated.

An inn has stood for hundreds of years, and a large reason is the hospitality of the innkeepers.

The guys at this inn did not disappoint Si Ming Daohua, and put on the style of a centuries-old brand, enthusiastic and earnest, and more modest than the servants of the mansion.

When he was still in the school palace, Si Mingdaohua realized that Mu Liu was Si Mingqin's real weakness, or the reverse scale.

Si Mingqin is really unfathomable, he has never shown the emotions of liking and disgust that only mortals have, and his mind is probably only a god can figure it out. Si Ming Daohua didn't know what he wanted, and he didn't know how to face him, so he deliberately avoided it when he was in the school palace, creating the illusion that he had missed out.

Si Ming Daohua knew very well that if he wanted to establish a strong relationship with someone like Si Mingqin Zhen, he could only change his way.

So he spent a lot of energy studying wood flow.

He felt that as long as Mu Liu accepted him and gave him support, Si Mingqin was really bound to stand on his side.

Therefore, he brought the two brothers here to do what they liked, and wanted to conquer Muliu with good food.

The sunset recedes and the night covers the sky.

While the three of them were waiting for the food to be served, Si Mingzetian arrived at the patriarch's bedroom.

On the other side, after the high-level of the clan obtained the scroll of Si Mingqinzhen, they convened a temporary council to discuss countermeasures, and each held their own opinions in the main hall, and there was no agreement.

While they were at loggerheads, an old steward came to the main hall with the patriarch's edict.

Before long, the high-ranking members of the clan were ordered to retreat.

Rift Valley then went into a state of emergency readiness, and the entire city was put under martial law.

When the soldiers defending the city received the order, they immediately threw down the rice bowl in their hands.

The city's patrol guards were all dispatched to forcibly take control of the streets and impose a curfew.

In the mansion like the Forbidden Courtyard of the Deep Palace, the guards poured out like a tide......