When Li Zijin and his little sister Hong Shao returned to the Feixue Inn, even Master Chai began to get busy for the Spring Festival.

The middle-aged shopkeeper ran up and down from the carriage at the door of the inn and moved things back and forth into the house.

He was so tired that he was sweating profusely and panting.

Li Zijin glanced at it and said, "Hongshao, you go up first, I'll help Master Chai move the goods." ”

The girl glanced at the middle-aged shopkeeper who was a little surprised when she heard this, and said casually: "I'm also here to help Master Chai." ”

Li Zijin slapped her head, looked spoiled, pushed the girl into the inn, and scolded with a smile: "Hurry up and get me back if you have nothing to do, this guy hasn't come back overnight, is he crazy?"

The girl in white pursed her lips and went straight to the backyard of the Flying Snow Inn.

Dressed in a green shirt, he casually took off the Cuiqu sword on his back, put it aside, and also took out a box of goods from the carriage docked at the door of the inn, and followed behind the faltering middle-aged shopkeeper.

The two of them walked to the room in the corner of the third floor, which was the utility room of the Flying Snow Inn, where all kinds of large and small items were stored.

Along the way, Master Chai looked back at the young swordsman in green shirt from time to time, and remembered that a few days ago, the housekeeper of Qiaofu's Tong Temple, Shen Xiuyong, the owner of Kaoyufang.

A man under the mountain, a man on the mountain.

A servant, a master.

The two came to the Flying Snow Inn one after the other, all to inquire about the identity and background of this young swordsman in green shirts.

If it weren't for the middle-aged shopkeeper who glanced at the nightless jade plate on the young man's waist by chance, I am afraid that even he would have to look away, and he would make fun of the two big people who not only have a noble status in Jinhuai City, but even have a high status in a Zheng Guodu, would they be too grassy and woody.

For a Soul Building Realm sword cultivator, does it need to be handled so carefully?

Ordinary soul-building realm monks, not to mention the owner of Kaoyufang whose realm is on par with himself, he is considered an outsider, not a person from Honghu Prefecture, although he doesn't know for what purpose he is willing to live in a corner and stay in such a broken place as Jinhuai City, and he also took down the entire Kaoyufang and started a "fat powder business".

But that owner is indeed an Earth Immortal Cultivator, and if he wants to attack a Soul Building Realm small sword cultivator, there is no need to have any scruples at all.

And the Qiao Mansion behind the Tong Temple is extremely prestigious in the entire Zhengguo Temple, as the housekeeper of the Qiao Mansion, he is the "brain" in charge of the underground network, if he dispatches those mountain qi refiners who work for the Qiao Mansion in the underground network, even if the realm of those monks is generally not high, but it is better than the crowd, dozens or hundreds of three realms and four realms, and clean up a three realm sword cultivation, there is no need to be so cautious, right?

It wasn't until later, after seeing the nightless jade plate on the waist of the young swordsman in the green shirt, that Master Chai understood.

The smiling Hutong Temple, who has been dealing with officials at all levels of Zheng Guo all the year round, likes to "keep one hand", is far-sighted, cunning and treacherous, and is extremely sophisticated.

In the face of such a soul-building realm sword cultivator, Tong Si's first thought in his heart may not be to get rid of him, but to see if he can be included in the ground network organization and become the help of Qiaofu.

How can there be an eternal enemy in the world?

It's all about profit. This is the life of Tong Temple.

So the smiling tiger would want to come to the inn at the cost of an incense foil, and want to find out about the identity of the young swordsman, because he is an outsider.

If it is a person from Jinhuai City, or a mountain monk from other parts of Zheng Guo who comes here, Qiao Mansion does not say that everyone knows the roots, and they are all recorded in the book, but they can at least follow the vine and follow those clues to inquire about some news.

As for the owner of Shen Fang, who is of unknown origin, he has been relatively peaceful and self-conscious all these years in Jinhuai City, except that he sometimes doesn't look like a man, there is nothing strange about it. What grievances does he have with the young swordsman in the green shirt?

The incense foil is okay, although it is precious, but it will not make the middle-aged shopkeeper really willing to help Natong Temple.

But the cup of wealth sent by the owner of Shen Fang······ But it is as famous as the other two immortal magic weapons, and the three magic weapons are of great benefit to the shopkeeper who is the God of Wealth of Zheng Guo.

Cornucopia, cash cow, cup of wealth. These three immortal magic weapons have no killing power. For the rest of the mountain monks, even the mountain gods in the secular dynasty, or the mountain spirits and wild monsters in some obscene shrines, these three immortal magic weapons are not of much effect, they are nothing more than "planting melons and getting melons and planting beans and getting beans".

However, if these three immortal magic weapons are placed in the God of Wealth Temple, they can help the God of Wealth gather the wealth and fortune of a landscape.

This technique, which is closer to directly gathering the "Great Dao" and pouring it into the body, is even more able to increase one's cultivation for oneself than the gods sucking incense from the world.

And the cultivation realm that has grown through this means is, in a sense, "irreversible".

It cannot be deprived by others, not even by the Heavenly Dao.

It is above the "rules".

Therefore, compared to the smiling Hutong Temple who walked to the wrong temple with a pig's head, the master of Shen Fang can be regarded as the right medicine and worshiped the right Bodhisattva.

In the world, what else is more intimate than sending the three major treasures of the God of Wealth?

What's more, compared to the gift of the front foot of the Tong Temple, the back foot immediately asked for a reward from the God of Wealth.

The master of Shen Fang just gave a big gift, then turned around and left.

Not to mention anything else, just this kind of courage and this kind of freedom and ease are not learned by the street rats in Linglong City.

The middle-aged shopkeeper turned his head and said with a smile: "Li Zijin, you shouldn't be from Honghu Prefecture, right?"

The young swordsman in the green shirt was slightly stunned. Looking at the back of the middle-aged shopkeeper, he nodded and said, "Hmm." The younger generation is from Canggeng Prefecture. ”

Between the words, the two of them just climbed the stairs, and the old man Chai, who had not used spiritual power to assist him in moving the goods before, also began to use spiritual power at this moment in order to distract himself from talking to the young swordsman, and his steps at this time were steady and effortless.

"Canggengzhou, it's a good place. The middle-aged shopkeeper said that Nacang Gengzhou was full of spiritual energy, and the forces on the mountain and the forces under the mountains were extremely balanced.

"Why did the shopkeeper say this?" asked Li Zijin curiously.

Master Chai shook his head with a smile, he didn't say much, but in his heart, it was inevitable not to think about it.

When the mountain and the mountain are balanced, the secular dynasty will build a large number of landscape temples, and there are sages and sages in the temple of literature, and there are military generals in the temple of martial arts.

The people there have faith, and they all believe in the saying "there is a god in the head three feet".

Therefore, the temples, dojos, and major temples in Canggeng Prefecture are relatively strong in incense, and no matter how poor the temple is, it will not be too lonely.

How can it be like this Honghu Prefecture, the forces under the mountain overshadow the forces on the mountain, or in other words, there is no real "mountain immortal sect" in this Honghu state, and the so-called mountain immortal sects at present, except for a few old bones, did have a talent for cultivation when they were young, so they are famous. The disciples in the sect are uneven, and their talents, realms, and character are really not good.

Therefore, in Honghu Prefecture, don't say that those secular dynasties with strong national strength, even if they are small vassal states like Zheng Guo, they can overshadow those so-called mountain immortal sects. Therefore, when people in small places see a "mountain immortal master" who is really capable, they will be so eager to recruit him to the house and become an offering.

This gave those charlatans and low-realm qi refiners who could only do three-legged cat kung fu an opportunity to take advantage of the loophole.

And the gods of Honghu Prefecture, in the matter of smoking incense, have eaten the last meal but not the next.

The relationship between the people and the gods is originally corresponding.

The more people in a temple go to burn incense and pray for prayers, and the more devout people's hearts are, the stronger the divine power of the gods enshrined in the temple will be, and the more complete the Dharma will be.

After that, those gods were able to feed the world with their own divine power, and secretly blessed the people of the water and soil with the attitude of taking the well from the water and returning the well with water.

Scholars who enter Beijing to take the exam always have to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and ask for a place on the list, the imperial examination high school.

Those officials in the capital always have to seek a smooth career, the king favors them, and the villains retreat.

The businessmen who are in the middle of the road are looking forward to the mercy of the God of Wealth, and one day, they can make a comeback.

Men and women who are struggling to find marriage, couples who are old but have no children for a long time, always hope that Guanyin, who is sending their son, can be merciful, so that their wives can conceive in October and continue the same line of incense.

In the mountain villages that have been dry for a long time, do the villagers look at the fields that are about to be abandoned, and do they also want to ask for a rain from heaven to moisten the earth?

After the two of them moved the last bit of goods to the house, they walked to the door of the Flying Snow Inn together. The middle-aged shopkeeper gave the coachman a tael of silver, which was considered a delay fee.

Li Zijin casually retrieved the Cuiqu sword.

On the one hand, there is an unwritten rule in Jinhuai City.

A swordsman's sword, a drunkard's bowl. Neither of these things can be easily touched.

It is the old rule of Jinhuai City, the three sects and the nine streams do not recognize any benevolence, righteousness and shame, and the only reason they recognize is fists.

It just so happens that the fists of these two kinds of people are extremely hard, so even if Li Zijin puts a Cuiqu ancient sword that can be sold for a good price if it is stolen by someone, no one dares to take it.

On the other hand, it is the shopkeeper of this Feixue Inn, who eats both black and white, whether it is the vendors who go south and north, or the officers and soldiers patrolling the streets, they will more or less give Master Chai some face. He has opened a shop in this Jinhuai City for many years, has a wide range of contacts, and has many means, so it is easy to find the thief.

No matter how much money you have, you have to spend it to make it happen.

Li Zijin was about to leave, but was stopped by the middle-aged shopkeeper.

Master Chai clapped his palms, patted off the dust in his palms, and said with a smile: "Li Zijin, do you want to accompany Chai to eat and drink? ”

Looking at the middle-aged shopkeeper who has always been an iron rooster, he is willing to make the iron tree bloom? The young swordsman in green shirt joked: "Isn't there wine in the shopkeeper's shop, and you still need to let others earn your wine money?"

"The wine in Chai's store is all inferior wine for some rough people to drink, and it doesn't taste good. The old man Chai rolled his eyes, "You, you must have never drunk really good wine, let's go, I have to open your eyes today." ”

The middle-aged shopkeeper's words had already said this, and the young man couldn't refuse, so he could only follow closely, leave the Feixue Inn, and walk towards the place where Master Chai said that "you can drink really good wine".

Along the way, Master Chai chatted with Li Zijin about a lot of stories about Jinhuai City and even Zheng Guo and Honghu Prefecture.

The shopkeeper speaks, and the swordsman listens.

The boy gained a lot, walked all the way, and knew some of the secrets, no less than the words he heard from the boudoir of the teacher and the girl on the Kaoyu River painting boat that night.

I never thought that this old man Chai was also a master who knew everything and said everything.

Eventually, the two come to a place that is both familiar and unfamiliar to a young swordsman.

Familiar because Li Zijin has been here once.

The strangeness is because the boy came and went in a hurry last time, the process was short, and as soon as he entered the room, he met an extremely strange woman, and fell asleep directly, causing everything that happened that night to be extremely unreal, making him feel like he had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he went back to when he was young, he and Lu Zhixing and Li Huairen ran to the lake under the mountain behind Taiping County, the two guys were afraid of water, so they rowed alone, Li Huairen's guy almost leaked his mouth, causing him to fight with Li Huairen, and after returning to the county guard, they each suffered a lot of boards······

"Master Chai, could it be that this is what you said, a place where you can drink good wine?" Li Zijin looked at the women around him, and suddenly had a headache.

If this old man Chai had said that he would bring him to drink the wine, it was the flower wine, then Li Zijin would definitely not agree, and he would not come if he said anything.

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled, his eyes stared at the proud twin peaks of a plump woman, his saliva flowed, and said: "You don't understand this, mortals drink wine, drink the taste of wine, and master drinks, drink is mood······!

Between the words, several women had already walked out of the folding flower building.

They stepped forward instantly, holding the hands of the middle-aged shopkeeper left and right.

"Guest officer, please. ”

"Ah, isn't this Master Chai? I haven't seen you for so long, please come in. ”

"Master Chai, you have to have a good time tonight, and you won't return home if you don't get drunk. ”

"Hehe, it's easy to say. ”

The middle-aged shopkeeper who was surrounded by several women and walked into the Zhehua Building turned around and beckoned to the young swordsman in green shirt who was still in a daze, "Li Zijin, what are you doing in a daze, eat and drink!"

Li Zijin patted his head, and could only walk into the Zhehua Building with Master Nachai. The two stood at the top of the stairs, and were carried onto the sedan chair by the two strong and sturdy bare shoulders of the Zhehua Building, and forcibly carried them from the ground floor to the eighteenth floor of the Zhehua Building.

The boy remembered that on the Kunpeng ferry, there was also an existence similar to the Orihualou.

However, the high-rise buildings there, even for low-level qi refiners and ordinary people who can't resist the wind and sword, don't need to work hard.

The Immortal Pavilion usually has a small teleportation barrier on the ground floor, where you can stand in the enchantment and silently recite different mantras to lead to different floors in the attic.

In the blink of an eye, you can be like a high-realm qi refiner or a high-realm martial artist, shrink the ground into inches, and go directly to the floor where you want to go.

The two bare-chested men carrying the sedan chair are not very powerful martial artists, one is in the second realm, and the other is just in the first realm.

After carrying the middle-aged shopkeeper and Li Zijin up to the eighteenth floor, the two put down the sedan chair and leaned straight to the corner, they didn't even have the strength to speak, and the sweat was even more like not wanting money, and they couldn't stop flowing.

The middle-aged shopkeeper who walked in front casually threw two taels of silver to the two martial artists as a reward.

The two of them were grateful, and even forced a breath of true anger, stood up and hugged their fists at Master Chai.

"Thank you, uncle!"

"Thanksgiving. ”

It was still the last time that the old bustard was at the top of the stairs, and as soon as he saw Master Chai going upstairs, he walked in front of him with a flattering face to lead the way, and said: "Oh, isn't this our Boss Chai, Boss Chai is here, our folding flower building is really full of brilliance, Boss Chai, what do you say tonight? Or do you want the girls from before to come and drink with you? or ······ Boss Chai is going to change the taste? Let's Zhehualou has come to a batch of chicks in the past few days, the face and body are all excellent, you see ······"

The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to be very familiar with the old bustard, so he casually took over the conversation and joked: "Hinata? ”

The old bustard of Zhehualou was already a good person, and after hearing Boss Chai's words, he suddenly stomped his feet and hurriedly said: "Hey! It's because the kung fu is not good enough that it is more necessary to let a heroic man like Boss Chai train them well." Boss Chai, you say, right?"

"What Mama Qin said is reasonable, but it's just ······" The middle-aged shopkeeper laughed, but he noticed that the young swordsman in green shirt behind him had a somewhat ugly face, and he had already begun to retreat, as if he was planning to leave alone.

So Master Chai coughed, and then said: "It's just that Chai brought friends to eat and drink today, so he won't be fishy, you can arrange a few Qingqi and sing and dance." The girl can be a little second, can you mix the wine with water for Chai? My nose can smell a jar of wine buried in the ground from a long distance, how many scoops of water are mixed with it······

"Boss Chai is really good at laughing!How can Zhehualou sell you wine mixed with water~" The old bustard scratched his head and made a gesture, pretending to be a gesture, which made Li Zijin a little disgusted.

Fortunately, after those words, the old bustard of Zhehualou ran downstairs with his head shaken his head, and called the girl and the wine to Master Chai.

Li Zijin looked up and saw this room, which happened to be the one he stayed in the Zhehua Building last night······

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged shopkeeper had already stepped into the room, and when he turned around, he saw that the young swordsman in green shirt was still in a daze, so he asked out loud.

Li Zijin shook his head and said, "It's nothing." I didn't expect that Master Chai was still a frequent visitor to the Folding Flower Building?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper, who was actually the God of Wealth of Zheng Guo, laughed at it, silently walked to the wine table in the room and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, twisted the cup with his hand, and learned from Shen Xiuyong, who visited the Feixue Inn that night and night.

As a god, it is naturally impossible to have an affair with a mortal woman.

It's just that the middle-aged shopkeeper wants to make his role as a "firewood boss" more philistine and cannibalistic, so that he, the God of Wealth, can be more like a person.

Li Zijin walked to the wine table and sat down, first took away a bench next to him, and then put a Cuiqu sword on the bench on the other side.

In order to tell the women who will come in later, to stay away from themselves.

"Li Zijin, it seems that you don't like this kind of place?" asked Master Chai knowingly.

The young man in a green shirt with delicate eyebrows turned his head to look at the middle-aged shopkeeper and said with a smile: "Master Ruochai told me earlier that if the wine we are going to drink is this 'flower wine', it will definitely not come in the future." ”

"Sword cultivators still don't like to go to the kiln?" Old Man Chai pretended to be surprised.

Li Zijin also replied with an expression of amazement, and said tooth for tooth: "Are all the sword cultivators in Honghu Prefecture who love to visit kilns?"

Just as the two were talking, a handsome man quietly appeared outside the door.

The owner of the folding flower building, the owner of Kaoyufang, Shen Xiuyong.

He didn't rush into the room, but looked at the two people in the room first, and said with a smile: "The two distinguished guests are here, Shen is lucky, and Zhehualou is lucky." The two of them will be exempted from the wine money tonight. ”

The middle-aged shopkeeper was not surprised at all, pretended to stand up, spread out his palms, pointed to the empty seat beside him, and asked, "Yo, Master Shen, look up for a long time, do you want to come in and have two drinks together?"

Shen Xiuyong shook his head very knowingly, and glanced deeply at the young man in green shirts, the last time the maidservant Zhong Zhi entered the young man's dream, he and himself were injured by a wisp of sword qi hidden in his dream.

That wisp of sword qi made Shen Xiuyong, who wanted to contact him because of his curiosity as a young man, completely dispelled the curiosity in his heart. I know that I can only make friends with them, and I can't go against them.

As for the grievance between Li Zijin and Qiao's Mansion, Shen Xiuyong, who was well-informed, also relied on his own intelligence and heard about it through the flying sword.

Let him choose to take sides.

Shen Xiuyong will inevitably stand on the side of the hidden young swordsman in green shirts.

Then Qiaofu, which is one of the small countries of the domain, although he can cover the sky with one hand in the land of Zheng State, compared to this jade plate hanging from his waist and hiding sword qi in the heart lake, it is also from the young man who guards the county of the Daxuan Dynasty, one of the top ten dynasties in the world.

Just Qiao's mansion, or even a Zheng Guo, is far from enough.

Regardless of the identity of the mountain or the identity of the mountain, the young swordsman is far beyond his imagination.

"Shen still has something important to do, so he won't drink with the two distinguished guests. After Shen Xiuyong politely rejected Master Chai's kindness, he said goodbye and was about to leave.

It's just that before leaving the sight of the two, he suddenly turned around, with a harmless smile on his face, and said to the young swordsman in green shirts: "By the way, Li Zijin, Shen has prepared a gift for you, and I have sent someone to send it to the Feixue Inn, I hope you will like it." ”

Before Li Zijin could get up and ask what was going on, Shen Xiuyong waved his sleeves and left.

The middle-aged shopkeeper of the Feixue Inn took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "What a fortune boy." ”

Does it mean that Shen Xiuyong loves to give gifts, and he will give a big gift when he meets someone, I really don't know how thick his family background must be to make him so squandering?

Li Zijin was a little anxious, although the man's tone said that it was a gift, but he subconsciously felt that it would not be a good thing, when he even lifted the Cuiqu sword, he rushed out, and dropped a sentence "Master Chai, I'll go back to the inn first."

The middle-aged shopkeeper nodded, and he didn't force the teenager to stay.

Back on the nineteenth floor, the handsome man who continued to look out from the railing, his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on the roof of the street, and he dodged at a ghostly speed to the Flying Snow Inn.

He whispered, "Sword Master." Looking forward to ······ Your return gift in the future. ”

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A swordsman flashed in from outside the Flying Snow Inn in an instant, so fast that people couldn't even see his appearance clearly.

After a short stay in the lobby of the inn, he hurried to the backyard of the Flying Snow Inn, only to see the paper figure playing with the little incense man by the pond.

Li Zijin took a step forward, appeared by the pond in an instant, and asked anxiously, "It's okay! Where is Hongshao?"

The little guy turned around suspiciously and said, "Miss Hongshao was still in the yard just now, hey, where are the people?"

Li Zijin knew that something was wrong, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, turned his head to the third floor of the Feixue Inn, returned to his and Hong Shao's room, and pulled out countless afterimages along the way, making the other guests in the inn amazed.

He slammed the door open with his scabbard, "Hongshao!"

There was no one in the room.

Just as the boy was about to turn around and look for someone else, he suddenly turned around, and there was a brocade box on the table.

Li Zijin stared at the brocade box and smelled a smell of blood.

He swallowed, and walked slowly towards the wine table, step by step.

Wearing a green shirt, he spun the Cuiqu sword to the side, and his heart was already in his throat.

Standing next to the brocade box, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

He prayed silently in his heart, not her, not her, not her.

The boy held his breath and opened the brocade box, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

A bloodied head appeared in front of his eyes.

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Arresting the Ya, a sword cultivator who worked hard for Qiao's Mansion Ground Network Organization had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and he didn't see the little Qiao master walk out of the room for a long time, and he had some doubts in his heart.

At this time on weekdays, Lord Xiao Qiao should have already gone out, and he must go to Kaoyufang to spend all day drinking.

Since he was sent to secretly protect Qiao Hongmiao, in the past month, that little Qiao has been singing every night, and he has never "rested" for a day, which makes this sword cultivator feel so enjoyable, and his body has not been hollowed out by wine, which is really strange.

Could it be that Lord Xiao Qiao doesn't plan to buy drunk today?

This sword cultivator from the earth net turned around, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Lord Xiao Qiao, Lord Xiao Qiao?"

No one responded.

The air was surprisingly quiet.

"It shouldn't be······" Jian Xiu muttered to himself and pushed open the door casually.

He could only see Qiao Hongmiao sitting on the bed through the curtain in the room, Jian Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly towards the bed, and asked with a smile: "Lord Xiao Qiao, why don't you answer your subordinates, you still think you ······?"

After bypassing the curtain in Qiao Hongmiao's house, the smile on the face of the Earth Net Sword Cultivator instantly froze.

He saw that on the bed, Qiao Hongmiao was sitting on his lap, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

In addition to ······ The blank space above his neck, and the pool of blood at his feet.

"Lord Xiao Qiao!!" Jian Xiu's roar instantly attracted the officers and soldiers and miscellaneous servants in the Yanai.

Someone shouted, "The pursuit of the murderer has killed your lordship······ Chase the murderer and make the lord die!Inform Lord Shangshu quickly······ Notify Butler Tong soon!"

A flying sword from Qiao's mansion, temporarily shelved in the arrest ya, but leading to Tong Temple's temporary residence in Jinhuai City, appeared in the backyard of the smiling tiger with the news of the death of Qiao Hongmiao, the son of Zheng Guobing's Shangshu.

Recently, the affairs of the underground network have been complicated, and in order to deal with trivial matters, Tong Temple, who has been reversed day and night, yawned, walked out of the dormitory, came to the backyard, and took the letter from the messenger flying sword.

After seeing the contents of the letter, the smiling Hutong Temple couldn't believe his eyes, he immediately rubbed his eyes, picked up the letter again, read it again, and found that he was really not mistaken, Tong Si's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and then suddenly returned to the house, and wrote a letter, to immediately notify Zheng Guo's capital military department Shangshu Mansion.