Yuan Mingkong followed closely behind and followed Zhao Rang out of the door. Zhang San also wanted to follow, but was grabbed by the guy's wrist.

Dare to be a guy who doesn't earn wages, and he has two brushes in his hands. Either a mouth can speak in a fog, speak in a way that makes people confused, and pay a high price. Either it is when you encounter a scoundrel or a liar, you can simply make a clean move.

"Guest, are you still waiting in the shop? It's cool in the shop, I'll pour you a cup of tea! ”

The guy said politely, but he didn't relax his strength under his hands. Zhang San was helpless, so he could only rely on him to pull.

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong walked to the stall that was erected, but Zhao Rang suddenly stopped.

He asked himself a question in his heart, why are all these people with some background and identity old men?

The old gentleman who pinched the clay figure for him before was an old man, and the one who suddenly set up a stall at this time was also an old man. And according to Heidier, the last time he saw the middleman was an old beggar on crutches, and he poked him with his dirty cane to attract attention.

On the other hand, this old man, who didn't do anything, squinted his eyes and kept fanning with a fan, but there were no mosquitoes on these square boxes.

"Let's see what he's selling."

Yuan Mingkong was more radical than Zhao Rang, and walked forward quickly, seeing that the square box was all half full of red juice.

"Who are you selling here?"

Yuan Mingkong asked in the Western Regions.

The fan in the old gentleman's hand slowly stopped, and instead covered his forehead with it, blocking out the shade, and replied:

"Fairy water!"

Zhao Rang was one body behind Yuan Mingkong, and when he heard the name of the thing he was selling, he immediately became alert.

"What can you do if you drink fairy water?"

The old gentleman replied neatly:

"If you drink fairy water, you can see the gods."

"How about it compared to Tsutenmaru?"

Zhao Rang continued to ask.

The old man stopped talking, his squinting eyes suddenly opened, stared at Zhao Rang for a long time, and then said gloomily:

"Tongtian Pill can only reach the sky, and there are not necessarily immortals living in the sky."

If Zhao Rang hadn't experienced all these past few days, he would definitely scoff at him and treat him as a complete charlatan. 166

But since he had heard the past twenty years from Hydtier and Archyz, he had been able to look at these things that he had not been able to understand before.

Especially from the old man's words just now, I could hear that he knew about the existence of Tongtian Pill, and he also thought that his immortal water was better than Tongtian Pill!

It's a pity that Hediyah made it clear that no one can tell others about the specific situation of seeing that stranger, and Zhao let them have no reference. Therefore, I only know that there will be an intermediary to lead the way, but I don't know if the intermediary will make any specific requirements for them.

"How do you sell fairy water?"

Zhao Rang pondered for a moment and asked.

The old man shook his head and said unhurriedly:

"If you don't sell it, it depends on fate."

Zhao Rang came to be interested:

"What do you think?"

"Male left, female right, you put the palm of your left hand on the top of these wooden boxes about two inches, and then move slowly, not a single box can fall."

"So you can see it?"

Zhao Rang was a little unconvinced.

But the old man kept his mouth shut, and said not a word more.

He'd already told both of them the method, and as for believe it or not, that's not his business.

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong glanced at each other, Zhao Rang first rolled up the cuffs, put his palm on top of the wooden box, and began to move according to the method the old man said.

At first, there was no movement, until the palm of the hand shifted to a near-center position, and a wooden box began to vibrate, and even the liquid inside rippled in layers.

"There it is!"

The old man jumped up from the bench with his back hunched and pressed Zhao Rang's hand into the wooden box.

The liquid in the box was cold and cold, and the palm of the hand soaked in it, which was very comfortable. In addition, Zhao Rang also smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance. Not smelling, to be precise, but feeling it with the palm of your hand.

Based on this alone, the name "fairy water" is not wrong. The smell does not pass through the nose, but through the palm of the hand, which is not something that only a god can do?

But what the old man said was that as long as there is fate, you can see the gods. Zhao Rang didn't look at it whether he opened or closed his eyes...... When he opened it, he saw a wooden box and his own hands soaked in red liquid. Close your eyes, it's still the same, there is no difference.

After tossing and turning like this a few times, he couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to ask the old man what he meant, but the old man grabbed his wrist and lifted his palm out of the box.

"I'll take you to a secluded place in a while, you can already talk to the gods, you can think about what you want to ask in advance, but it's ......"

The old man wanted to speak and stopped, as if he was deliberately manipulating.

"But what?"

has reached this point, no matter how outrageous it is, he has to hear it clearly.

"Just one question, two hundred taels."

Zhao Rang laughed, and so did Yuan Mingkong.

The two of them laughed so hard that they even squeezed out tears.

Even the pedestrians on the long street, the guys from the clothing estimator shop and Zhang San, couldn't help but look at them.

Two of the three were laughing, and one was calm. Even if the people of the Western Regions don't understand what they're talking about, ridiculousness is common all over the world.

The reason why Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong laughed was very simple, it was because of that sentence - "Two hundred taels for one question." ”

Just now, I swore that I only look at fate, not money. Now it is like this, it can be seen that this "edge" is the "yuan" of silver yuan! 1

Yuan Mingkong took out two hundred taels of silver and handed it to the old man, but the old man did not stretch out his hand:

"Why, isn't it two hundred taels? The price has risen again? ”

In the face of Yuan Mingkong's ridicule, the old man was not angry, and said calmly:

"The immortal can only help one person a day, today is already him, you have to change the day."

After hearing this, Yuan Mingkong laughed again, turned his head to Zhao Rang and said:

"It seems that this immortal's mana is very limited! Helping someone in a day is too tiring to do! ”

Zhao Rang was a little more restrained than Yuan Mingkong, took the silver ingot from his hand, handed it to the old man, and said:

"Let's go, take me to meet this immortal!"

Zhao Rang handed over the silver, and the old man accepted it without hesitation, and then led Zhao Rang to identify a direction and walk.

"You wait for me for a while, remember to pay the bill for the clothes!"

Zhao Rang said to Yuan Mingkong, Zhang San stood at the door of the clothing shop, looking at it, and his neck was about to break.

The Northwest Market is located in the northwest of Intramuro.

But almost no one has ever been to the northwest side of the Northwest Bazaar.

Because everywhere in the Northwest is a symbol of desolation and barrenness.

Such a place, where there are people, will be filled with barbarism and killing, and it will become even more terrible.

And the direction in which the old man led Zhao Rang was the northwest of the Northwest Market.

The sky darkened, and it was so gloomy that it seemed like it was going to rain in the next moment.

Cloudy clouds are somewhat similar to nights, thick and black as ink.

Before he got to the place, Zhao Rang already felt desolate.

Every now and then a dry poplar tree or two will appear on the side of the road, as well as a poplar root that is difficult for two people to hug.

This kind of place will not be infested with immortals in the notes at all, but will be full of lonely souls and wild ghosts!

Zhao Rang thought about it and subconsciously looked behind the old man and found that he had a shadow.

The biggest legend about ghosts in Dawei is that they have no shadow. Zhao Rang has not asked for verification, he has never seen a ghost without a shadow and an immortal who can shrink the ground into inches.

The sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone down again, revealing an eerie purple color.

The purple pillar of light shone in an abandoned courtyard, and the old man walked around the dead grass on the ground.

The courtyard is large, but there is no grass.

Against the courtyard wall, there were two low bungalows, one on the left and the other on the right.

"The gods are here?"

Zhao Rang said in disbelief.

He really couldn't connect the environment here with the gods.

Which of the Taoist temples of those immortal cultivators in Daweili is not on the famous mountains and rivers? Either the fairy aura is surrounded, or the rivers are surging, who would want to be in such a place?

Zhao Rang remembered Yuan Mingkong's teasing just now, and said that this immortal's mana is not high. Now it seems that the same is also expected...... Otherwise, why didn't he go and find a better cave?

In the final analysis, Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong didn't believe it at all!

In the spirit of trying it when you come across it, see what it can do, and go back to have an explanation with Akiz.

"You wait here, I'll go in and hand over the silver to the gods."

Zhao Rang was noncommittal, but the disdain on his face had already expressed his thoughts vividly.

It's good to spend money to watch the show!

The old man walked into the dilapidated house by himself, and after a while, a deep and deep voice came from Zhao Rang's ears, like the morning and evening bells of the temple.

"You can ask."

Zhao Rang looked around, but couldn't find the direction of the sound at all.

"Don't look for me, ask what you want to know!"

Zhao Rang looked around, and although he didn't find it, he didn't find any danger either, so he calmed down and asked:

"Is Princess Amani still alive?"

This is the crux of everything.

As long as she lives, she will be able to closely connect Hydiy, Archiz and the others, and mobilize the power they have accumulated for more than 20 years, and smash the turtle shell of the Divine Cult in one fell swoop with the power of heavenly thunder!

"Alive."

Without hesitation, the deep voice replied.

Even though it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false, Zhao Rang felt relieved when he heard this answer.

It's good that people are still alive, as long as they live, there is still hope!

"And where is she now?"

Zhao Rang then asked.

"That's the second question."

There was a pause.

Immediately, the figure of the old man suddenly appeared behind Zhao Rang, coughed, and stretched out his palm.

Zhao Rang saw him enter the bungalow with his own eyes just now, how could he stand behind him unconsciously?

In addition to being shocked, Zhao Rang still put two hundred taels on his palm.

The old man still repeated what he had just said: "Wait until I hand over the silver to the immortals." ”

When he had not long entered the bungalow, the voice sounded again, saying:

"She's in the second room on the east end of the third floor of Taiheju."

Zhao Rangchai asked:

"Are you sure?"

There was no sound inside to answer.

The old man did not appear again and asked for money behind him.