Walking out of Liu Ji, Zhou Hong's afterglow glanced at my white-faced fan from time to time. Could it be that he doesn't look down on my fan either?

"Xiaohua, did the shopkeeper tell you how to use this folding fan?" Zhou Hong glanced at it again and couldn't help but ask. I just fell in love with the tassel at the bottom of the fan, I really didn't care about the fan, I wanted to wave the wind, and I still took advantage of the coolness.

"Liu Ji's magic weapons have always had a provenance, such as Senior Brother Zhou's Kuiguang Sword, which came from the hand of Master Xuan Chenzi, and the sword light is like a rainbow, which is suitable for Senior Brother Zhou's Xuanguang Sword's exercises. Zhou Hong then explained, "Liu Ji's magic weapon has always cost money, and your folding fan is an outlier. ”

"Brother Zhou Hong, you want to ask me if I bought an ordinary folding fan. I have been in Lingxu Mountain since I was a child, and my cultivation is fateful, and I have fallen in love with it at a glance, and I have entered the edge of my eyes. Even if it's just an ordinary folding fan, if I cultivate for a hundred years, I will bring a little spiritual energy, and maybe it will become a spiritual fan by then. ”

"I didn't expect the girl to be so young that she knew how to raise weapons!" An old Taoist with a white beard appeared beside him, who was brushing his white beard as long as dust, and looked at me with a chattering expression. "Can the girl's folding fan be seen by the little old man?"

I handed the folding fan over, "What do you think is so special about this fan?"

The old Taoist priest opened the fan and looked left and right, "Girl, this fan looks very ordinary, but it seems to have a lot of potential, but this silver spike is cheesy." The old Taoist priest stroked his long white beard again, and said in a solemn voice: "Can the girl cut her love? ”

Seeing that this old Taoist expression doesn't seem to be fake, I can't help but look at this folding fan with admiration, dare I inadvertently pick up a big bargain?

"Yo, isn't this Liu Ji's white-faced fan that can't be sold, how can I finally sell it!" Just when the old Taoist priest was looking forward to it, and I was secretly proud, someone interjected again.

"Sure enough, it's the fan, you see that the tassel under it is pure silver, and Shopkeeper Liu has made a lot of money to send it away!"

Someone on the side asked, "Since you have made a bloody investment, why don't you just change it to a pure gold spike?" "If you don't sell pure gold, you won't be bait!"

As the wronged leader, I stepped forward and asked, "Why can't this fan be sold?"

The man glanced at the old Taoist priest with a folding fan in his hand, motioned for me to step aside, and whispered, "This fan is unlucky!"

"What's the bad luck method?"

It is said that after this fan Liu shopkeeper got it, he asked someone to write poems and paint, but no matter who came to use what expensive pen and ink could not be colored. This is very unusual, for a while I felt that this fan was very good, and many people rushed to buy it. But the latter thing is even more strange, no one who bought it did not lose his wealth. In the end, they all returned it to Liu Ji. This is good, and since then, Liu Ji's magic weapons have been inexplicably reduced. The first thing that Shopkeeper Liu does when he gets up every day is to check which magic weapons are missing in the store. ”

But it was strange why the shopkeeper didn't throw it away. ”

"Why didn't I throw it, after the front foot was thrown, the back foot ran back on its own. You have to be bought. Saying that, the man looked at the old Taoist priest again, shook his head and sighed, "This old Taoist is a lot older, but his vision is not good." ”

After the few people who spoke left, the old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Poor Dao has always been warm-hearted, so this fan will be handed over to Poor Dao, and Poor Dao can be regarded as blocking this disaster for the girl." ”

I pulled the folding fan back from the old Taoist priest's hand and answered, "Don't bother the Taoist chief." The old Taoist priest looked sorry, "Even so, it is not easy to force the poor Tao." Saying that, I floated away, looking at the back, it seemed that the soles of my feet were oiled and I was in a hurry to slip away, which made me wonder if it was a special trust specially found by the shopkeeper Liu, just to make me feel that this fan is rare and cannot be returned.

"They're saying it's wicked, and I'd like to see how it makes me lose money. "I swept the silver spike, and if I wanted to break the wealth, I would lose the silver spike first. "Xiaohua, this fan ......" Zhou Hong wanted to say something, but when he saw that I couldn't put it down when I played with the folding fan, he stopped again. Zhou Lei on the side seemed to snicker, and he looked down on me more and more.

My mind is on this fan, Zhou Lei has chosen the magic weapon again, Zhou Hong is to accompany me to go shopping, and we went back to the restaurant immediately. It was that afternoon, Zhou Hong and his junior brothers were dining downstairs, and I asked Xiao Er to send him to the room, and asked for a pen and ink by the way.

After watching Xiaokong finish eating a bowl of peach blossom soup, I took out the fan. When the fan is opened, it is spotlessly white. I tried to dip it in ink and wrote a "white" character, which was clear at first, but in the blink of an eye, the handwriting disappeared cleanly, as if swallowed by this fan. Xiao Kong looked at the novelty on the side, and jumped onto the fan. I looked interesting, and added a few lotus leaves to it, and naturally it was a while before the ink was gone.

After that, I tried a few more times, and sure enough, as I had heard, no matter what the brush and ink were, I couldn't get any color. Other than that, I looked left and right, and I couldn't really see anything, like an ordinary folding fan. Xiao Kong was more interested than me, and circled around it vigorously. I simply put the fan aside and let it study it slowly.

Counting the days, I have been in this peach blossom town for five or six days. Although they walked with Zhou Hong and them, but after five or six days, they had not yet set off into the shape of Peach Blossom Valley, and there was really nothing to visit in this Peach Blossom Town, so I couldn't help but feel a little bored.

Fortunately, I have a little space with me, and I always talk to it when I am bored. The little ethereal is full of spirit, sometimes blinking its squinted eyes, sometimes jumping a few times in response. At this time, Xiaokong was still exploring around the white fan, so I went downstairs and asked the store to prepare another peach blossom soup.

Zhou Hong's room was next door to me, and I heard voices coming from inside as I passed by. I had no intention of listening to the conversation between their brothers and sisters, but the word "little uncle" made me pause.

Zhou Hong's little uncle is naturally that one. I only heard Zhou Hong sigh in a low voice, "Don't be anxious, you will investigate more in the past few days, according to the master's calculation, Uncle Xiao is nearby." ”

The phoenix of Chiba, Yunzhong! I thought that I had been recuperating in Lingxu Mountain for half a year, and I no longer chanted these two words. After all, before the Demon Ding, his resolute and resolute expression hurt me a lot. However, when I heard that he was nearby, my newfound heart was still pounding uncontrollably.

The word love is so tricky and unreasonable.

When I returned to the room, my mind was still in a trance, so that Xiaokong didn't care when he finished drinking the peach blossom soup and jumped in front of me. In addition to being in a trance, I was still a little sad. Therefore, when Xiaokong appeared in front of me with a wine gourd, I couldn't help but think of the poem I had read: "The only way to solve worries is Du Kang." ”

I want to have a sip of wine. Yes, just a sip of wine. A sip of wine should be a white jade wine cup with a small wine cup, just like the fruit wine I brought from Lingxu Mountain. Anyway, I haven't had the appetite to drink with a gourd.

So, what's going on with this wine gourd?

I picked up the wine gourd and shook it, it was empty. "Little guy, where did you pick up the empty gourd?" I'm curious, I'm just stunned for a while, could it be that this guy went out for a walk?

Xiaokong "croaked" twice, and jumped onto the white fan, very excited. I didn't expect it to like this folding fan so much.

"How about giving it to you?"

"Quack. ”

"Shall we give it a name?"

"Quack. ”

It was rare for Xiaokong to make a voice to talk to me, and I was so happy that I took a few sips of wine. Sora was also very excited, bouncing on the fan and jumping over to grab my glass. It turns out that this little guy is also good at this bite, no wonder he brought a wine gourd.

The master's fruit wine is intoxicating, but it makes people a little drowsy after a few sips. As for how this wine gourd came to be, and what the name of this fan was, I couldn't move anymore as I lay on the table.