Facing Shangmeng Xiaolou Sen's cold gaze, Qin Feng suddenly had an unknown premonition, and couldn't help asking, "...... What is this for, you ask?"

"The person who writes this kind of words is kind or enmity with you!"

He said nonsense: "This person has a great favor to me, and I can't harm him!"

When Meng Xiaolou heard Qin Feng's words, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he thought for a moment and said, "He may owe me a debt that can never be repaid, that's all, you can tell me!"

Hearing Meng Xiaolou's words, Qin Feng also felt a sour feeling in his heart, although he didn't believe it, he also accepted the fact that she had really lived for a thousand years and waited until today.

Then her current strength is at least a true martial arts realm, how can she appear here?

Still hanging out with a bunch of businessmen?

Although I don't know what happened, Meng Xiaolou is still the same one after all......

As for her original name or today's Dream Xiaolou, it is just a symbol that appears and disappears in history.

Qin Feng had no choice but to say that this was when he was young when he met an old man in a bamboo forest, and this set of calligraphy was taught by him, and later after he finished learning, the old man also left away.

It was extremely mysterious, and Meng Xiaolou didn't know whether it was true or not, but after hearing Qin Feng say that the person was missing, he sighed and said, "It's a pity, but I don't believe that he died like this!"

The words fell, and he was speechless for a long time, and Meng Xiaolou pulled his thoughts back, sat down opposite Qin Feng, spread out the two menus and said, "Anyway, your set of recipes is really interesting......

Meng Xiaolou said a little funny: "Write down the name of the dish, the ingredients, the cooking technique, and the efficacy?"

"What else is this called?

"It's the first time I've seen someone write a menu like this!"

"But I tried it at lunch today, but it was unanimously praised, and I sold a lot of vegetables, which is really strange!"

Qin Feng smiled faintly, of course he couldn't say that he had learned from the experience of the catering industry in later generations, he had grown up in the Academy Palace in his previous life, so he would not be involved in these industries, and it would be interesting to take it out now.

"Since the menu is still used, my share is indispensable!"

Meng Xiaolou smiled: "It's always been someone else who owes me money, and I have never owed anyone money!"

Meng Xiaolou glanced at Qin Feng and said, "You should be the first time to come to the Deserted Ancient Garden, how about I take you to see the Hidden Soldier Pavilion here?"

Qin Feng took out the jade pendant from his sleeve and was about to hand it to Meng Xiaolou, but the woman in red covered her mouth and laughed first: "What Sister Yurou said is really right, you are really a starving ghost reincarnated, can I still miss one of your spirit soldiers?"

Qin Feng was whitened by Meng Xiaolou's words, his face turned slightly red, and he followed Meng Xiaolou through the corridor of the Desolate Ancient Garden, and actually entered a secret passage.

In the stone corridor, Meng Xiaolou, who was dressed in red and cloudy temples, carried a palace lamp with a built-in night pearl, Qin Feng followed behind her, and a faint charming fragrance emanated from her long hair.

In this claustrophobic space, there is a temptation of Tu Li, if it weren't for Qin Feng's previous life as a Confucian saint, and his mental power attribute in this life is a righteous and awe-inspiring "Blue Blood Pill Heart", maybe he would have lost his mind and done something stupid.

At the end of the stone dark passage, Meng Xiaolou stopped, and the jade hand flicked.

The moment the stone door opened, Qin Feng seemed to have walked into the palace of Emperor Wu in his previous life—resplendent and extravagant.

The room behind the door was the size of four football fields in later generations, and the neat rows of weapons cabinets were full of all kinds of spiritual soldiers and countless spiritual treasures.

But more dazzling Lingbao weapons were piled up on the ground like scrap copper and rotten iron that didn't need money.

Meng Xiaolou turned around and said with a smile: "Hey, Qin Feng, what type of spirit soldier do you want, I'll take you to choose one!"

"If you look at the past one by one, it is estimated that you will be able to pick it up until next year!"

Qin Feng's gaze swept over the entire Hidden Soldier Pavilion, and at a glance there were all star-level spirit soldiers that were shining brightly, but there were few existences that could surprise him.

One vein is a one-star spirit soldier, two veins are two-star spirit soldiers, and so on until nine stars, although one to four star spirit soldiers are precious, but there is still a market price, most of the four stars or more are treasured by big families, and the market is priceless, as for the six-star to nine-star spirit soldiers, it is almost already a treasure of suppression by one country and one faction.

As for the spirit soldiers above the nine stars, it is not nothing, such as the weapons of him and Emperor Wu, as well as some of the top masters back then, can hardly be regarded as weapons, but already have spiritual wisdom, which is almost like a demon.

Although the Wild Ancient Garden is rich and rich, the spirit soldiers here are at most four stars, which is the limit!

However, even if in the three major academies, if a four-star spirit soldier can be produced, then this person is either a seed student carefully cultivated by the academy, or a second-generation local tyrant with a family background that is enough to scare people to death.

Qin Feng didn't want to be so high-profile yet.

He just wanted to find a two-star spirit soldier longsword with two veins and a relatively soft sword body—suitable for writing.

At least it can't be worse than the spirit soldier dagger he sold!

It is not his habit to owe a woman a favor!

But at this moment, Qin Feng's gaze was suddenly attracted by a sword that was stored on the cabinet!

It was a simple and unpretentious sword that looked like an unformed sword fetus.

On the half-palm-wide sword, the first half of the sword seems to be able to see the cracks that were broken at the beginning, but the back half is smooth as new, obviously this is a recast broken sword!

If there is anything special, it is nothing more than a hideous skeleton carved at the mouth of the sword, which is daunting, and it also makes this sword exude a faint evil aura!

But these did nothing to improve the sword's star rating.

No light, which means no star rating!

It is incompatible with the delicate jade cabinet containing it or the dazzling weapons and armor in the neighboring cabinets!

But Qin Feng's gaze was immediately attracted by it, and he was still staring at it like a magic barrier, Meng Xiaolou stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes a few times, Qin Feng was unconscious.

When Qin Feng came back to his senses and was about to speak, Meng Xiaolou sighed first: "Are you looking at that sword? It's just a half-finished product, don't look at it, I'll choose a good sword for you!"

"When you got it, this was a broken sword, right?" Qin Feng said in a calm tone: "You picked him up? is because...... Feel like the broken sword is too desolate?"

As soon as Qin Feng's words fell, Meng Xiaolou's eyes had changed, and finally she shook her head and said: "That sword is dead, the glory of the past has long since passed away with that person, don't look at that sword anymore, let's go forward, I remember that there is a four-star spirit soldier inside, which is far better than that sword......"

Qin Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Just this sword!

Meng Xiaolou Meimu was puzzled: "This sword may have been a nine-star spirit soldier before, but now the veins inside are completely destroyed, at most it is only sharper than an ordinary long sword, and even a one-star spirit soldier can't reach ......."

"You...... Why do you want this sword?"

Meng Xiaolou's last sentence was accompanied by a trace of reluctance, like an antique dealer who was unwilling to sell his collection.

"No need! just this sword!" Qin Feng smiled: "I think I have a relationship with it!"

When Meng Xiaolou heard Qin Feng's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and finally shook his head and said, "You are too similar to him! Not only are you like him, but your temper is as stubborn as his!"

"That's it, this sword is for you, maybe it's its life!"

Meng Xiaolou glanced at the half-finished sword fetus with affection, then at Qin Feng, and said reluctantly: "If you don't treat this sword well, I will not spare you!"

Just when Meng Xiaolou went to help him retrieve the broken sword, Qin Feng looked at the sword fetus on the cabinet, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "Old man, in the past thousand years, you have suffered!"