"Freshly baked buns - walk by, don't miss it!"

The bustling crowd walks on the street, with lively shouting in their ears, the aroma of all kinds of food lingering on the tip of their noses, the red walls and blue bricks in front of them, and the houses are scattered.

"Master, I want a drawer of buns. ”

The girl was wearing a goose yellow skirt, with cloudy sideburns, and handed over a tael of silver with a smile.

"Much more. The boss was about to refuse, but he was not surprised why she could eat so many buns alone, but saw that the girl had disappeared from sight.

Only a tael of silver and an empty bamboo drawer remained on the table.

"What a weirdo. The boss just wondered for a while, this prosperous and prosperous Beijing, it must be the eldest lady who escaped from home......

Immediately, he shouted again.

"Buns, fragrant and sweet buns—"

Ling Xiao didn't think there was anything wrong with spending a tael of silver to buy a drawer of buns, anyway, he was on a business trip at public expense, and he would be reimbursed by Kunlun.

She walked in front of Ink Yang, holding four buns in her hands and one in her mouth.

"Master, go slowly!" Ink Yang led the big bags and small bags, panting and following behind Ling Xiao.

Bai Xiuxiu's twenty-four swords don't know how smart they are, and they usually serve Bai Xiuxiu. I pity myself and find an ancestor for myself.

He complained like this, but he smiled happily on his face, and he didn't feel strange.

"Ah, the latest longevity fruit figure! take a look, take a look. ”

Ling Xiao paused suddenly, stuffed the bun into his mouth, pushed aside the crowd, and listened to the stall owner's introduction with great interest.

It's just a ceramic doll-like thing, why are these people so excited?

"Everyone has heard of the immortal fruit that arose in Beijing, right?" the stall owner said that his eyebrows flew and his saliva flew straight away, Ling Xiao didn't feel annoyed, and listened patiently, "The Immortal Temple only comes out of a batch in ten months, and it is very precious, exclusively for nobles, I heard that the ladies in the palace, take a bite, and regain their youth, that is called a magic." ”

"Naturally, I heard about it, Mrs. Wuhou is sixty years old! After eating the immortal fruit given by the Holy Heaven, the old clam is born and the pearl is born, tsk...... What an anecdote!" said one of the onlookers, with envy on his face, more of the satisfaction of gossiping about others.

"I heard that if it is an immortal doll from the Immortal Temple, please come to the house, and you can cure diseases and exorcise demons and keep the family house peaceful!"

"Yes, I have a way to the Immortal Temple, and I have asked for some from the head there, and there are only thirty. The stall owner saw that someone was praising him, and his expression became even more flamboyant, "We poor people, we can't ask for longevity, it's good to put a longevity fruit figure at home." ”

"I want one!" someone said this, and the rest of the people also responded, all holding a ceramic doll.

When the stall owner saw so many copper coins, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Don't rush, don't worry, it's all there. ”

Ling Xiao felt bored and retreated from the crowd.

Immortal Temple-It sounds like it has a good reputation in Shengjing, I don't know what happened to Li Xuanyuan and them here.

Wei Yan sent them to Shengjing first, and after Ling Xiao and Mo Yang dealt with the affairs of Kunshan City, they rested at Miaomiao Peak for a day before coming here.

The center of the Tang Dynasty, Shengjing.

It is also Li Xuanyuan's home.

"Master, what this stall owner is selling, it was sold out so quickly. Because he was holding something, he couldn't squeeze into the crowd, only to see the stall owner tidying up the stall, and the goods on the stall were empty.

"I don't know, bluffing. Ling Xiao waved his hand a little irritably, not wanting to answer.

Mo Yang pursed his lips, not to mention that he also knew that the ceramic doll that those people were holding just now should be what the stall owner bought.

It's the capital, and there are so many otaku......

"Master, what do you see?" Ink Yang jumped in front of Ling Xiao, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a ceramic doll appeared in the palm of his hand.

Ling Xiao glanced at him, and then at the ceramic doll.

"You're stealing?"

When Mo Yang heard this, his face was aggrieved, and his eyes were indeed cunning: "I gave the money!"

"I don't like this thing. Ling Xiao didn't blame either, this stupid apprentice probably felt that he was in a bad mood because he didn't grab the ceramic doll.

"I think you're a little strange, master—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a ragged hairy child running past Ling Xiao, and then, another little hairy child with similar tattered clothes ran over.

"Stop!

Ling Xiao glanced at Ink Yang, Ink Yang understood, and one of them turned over, and stopped the two little hairy children.

"What are you doing?" Ink Yang was very gentle with children, and he didn't dislike them for being dirty, and touched their heads with a smile.

The child was very vigilant, and the two of them formed a united front and took a step back.

"Y-what?"

Although their clothes were tattered and smelly, their eyes were unexpectedly clear, and they stared at Ink Yang vigilantly.

Aren't you the ones who just chased and ran?

Ink Yang's gaze swept to the thing that one of the children was holding, hooked his lips and smiled: "This thing is an immortal doll?"

The child subconsciously hugged the ceramic doll.

The two of them looked at each other, as if they had reached an agreement in an instant.

Ling Xiao saw one of the children pounce on him and hug Ink Yang's thigh, and the other child holding the doll rushed into the alley.

"Grapes, let's go!" the child who hugged Ink Yang screamed bitterly, and his little face was full of tears, as if he was going to experience some kind of life and death.

Ink Yang touched his nose, he grew like a jade tree in the wind, he was only eight buckets tall, and he looked like a bad guy?

Ling Xiao laughed heartily.

"Children, don't cry, the bad guys are under my control. I saw Ling Xiao handcuff Ink Yang backhand and said softly.

The little hairy boy heard a gentle female voice, so he stopped crying and looked at the woman in front of him in a daze.

It's so beautiful—

"My sister is so beautiful, better than the fairies around the national teacher. ”

Hearing this, Mo Yang spat in his heart, Sister, this woman is thousands of years old! Also, why is the attitude completely different, does she look fierce?

"Can you tell my sister why you were chasing and running on the street with that kid just now?" Ling Xiao was praised for her heart, no matter who she was more beautiful than, anyway, she was beautiful, and her voice became more and more gentle.

Ink Yang gasped, it was better for the master to speak normally.

"I'm joking with Grape......," the little beggar's bright eyes suddenly turned a layer of ash, "Grape thought the doll would help her heal her mother." ”

"Why do you think that?" Ling Xiao followed.

"They all said that, since Shengjing has a national teacher, everyone doesn't look for a doctor when they are sick, and they think they can cure their illness when they go home with an immortal doll. ”

Ling Xiao frowned when he heard this, the doll just now was no different from an ordinary doll, how could it be cured?