3. Pawnshop

Yunmengzhou Mansion City, in the City Lord's Mansion.

The trees are shady, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the pavilions and pavilions are scattered in the garden, and the scenery is picturesque.

In a small, heavily guarded building, the three of them sat around an eight-sided table. On the Bafang table was the murder weapon taken out of Guo Yu's corpse, two gray thin cones that seemed to be iron and non-iron, with three edges and three inches long, the tip of the cone was only one inch and three minutes long, only half a minute thick, and there were two carefully polished grooves at the end of the cone. A white-haired old man wearing an ancient crown looked at another tall and thin middle-aged man, and said slowly: "Nangong City Lord, the poor road can be confirmed. This is the snatching attraction of the Nine-Story Building!"

The city lord of Nangong looked extremely gloomy, with a long and narrow horse face, a pair of eyes on the hooked nose were full of anger, and there was a looming anger between his eyebrows.

"Holy shit, how can I explain this to Dazai? What the hell is this nine-story building?"

The supreme commander of the soldiers and horses of Yunmengzhou Mansion, the commander of the soldiers and horses, Lord Wu Liangxiong, had a solemn expression, a big dark face, and stared at the white-haired old man with big eyes.

"Liangxiong! Hugh is rude! This is the Immortal Sect Elder King!"

"That's it, the city lord, the situation is serious, and it is beyond our ability, Poor Dao's suggestion is to report the situation to the capital immediately and wait for the capital to decide. ”

Elder Wang looked at the two snatching coins on the table, his eyes were deep and gloomy.

The eyes of the Nangong City Lord changed in an instant, and the essence was overflowing. Seeing this, Elder Wang sighed secretly.

"Nangong City Lord, forgive the poor Dao, it is true that he will turn into a dragon when he encounters a storm, but it depends on what kind of wind and clouds...... The Nine-Story Building...... This is not a good omen!"

"A line of heaven, nine-story building...... Ghosts and spirits are worried before the path of reincarnation! This is a common saying in the world of cultivation. Although there are exaggerated elements, it can be seen that they are strong and powerful. ”

Elder Wang's expression was extremely grim, and he looked at the Nangong City Lord and said in a deep voice: "As far as Poor Dao knows, the Soul Capture is only the most basic assassination method in the Nine-Story Building, but for you, it is definitely a catastrophe! Thanks to the love of the Nangong City Lord, Poor Dao has been able to cultivate himself in Yunmengzhou Mansion for many years, and there is no way to reciprocate, Poor Dao can only fight hard to cultivate to protect the city lord!"

The Nangong City Lord shook his head: "Elder, you are too pessimistic, everything is born together. Presumably, whether it is a glimmer of heaven or a nine-story building, it will not cover the sky in the upper realm, right? There must be a force to restrain or restrain them. ”

"Well, it seems that the poor road has to go back to the master for a fool's errand. ”

"Nangong City Lord, what the hell are you going to do?

When the commander Wu Liangxiong saw that the two of them were silent, he immediately became angry and indignant.

Staring at Wu Liangxiong, Elder Wang smiled gloomily, with words in his mouth, his hands pinched the law, and the light in the Wudi Building suddenly dimmed, black fog was filled, and phosphorescence flickered, like the Yellow Spring Underworld.

"Pro!"

I saw a vague figure on Wu Liangxiong's head, with facial features similar to Wu Liangxiong, struggling in horror. Elder Wang took out a piece of cyan jade pendant, and pointed at the figure: "Law!", with a clear sound, the cyan jade pendant suddenly emitted a white light, and suddenly, Wu Liangxiong's vague figure was wrapped and swept over, and it was submerged in the jade pendant.

"The law of the servant has been passed on to you, but you must remember that you must not cast a spell in front of people, otherwise there will be a great disaster! During this time, the city lord, you have a low profile, and it should be fine. ”

Yanjing is the capital of the Tianlan Dynasty and the second largest metropolis of the Tianlan Dynasty.

It is very strange that the people who built their capitals here were all short-lived dynasties.

To put it bluntly, it is not surprising that this is a representative area in the south of Yunlan, too rich, too rich will make people lazy, extravagant, corrupt, greedy for life and afraid of death, and strive for fame and fortune......

In the area of Xishan Street in Yanjing City, all the people living in it are either rich or noble, and the emperor is a relative of the country. The neat and wide bluestone streets and beautiful courtyard lofts all show their status and status.

A guy in Tsing Yi, who was slightly chubby and had a kind and honest face, walked over leisurely. Walked steadily to the front of a shop, stopped the old footsteps, looked at the big red couplet at the door of the store, looked up at the sky for a long time, and muttered to himself: "East pawnshop, West pawnshop, east and west pawnshop pawnshop." There's nothing special about that, is it?"

"Where is Nantong Prefecture and Beitong Prefecture? Is it in the Barbarian Country? No! I was next to him when he went to the Barbarian Country, and he never lived there, absolutely not!"

The guy in Tsing Yi sighed: "Of course, how can a couplet make a sensation in the whole city?

The backyard of the pawnshop is a three-entry courtyard, although the courtyard is small, the pavilions and bridges, rockeries and flowing water, all available, and the trees are verdant.

Many know to hide in the dense branches, squeak

The squeak kept screaming, and the cry was very monotonous, monotonous, and it made people drowsy. A soft breeze with a gentle swaying of the leaves is mottled.

What a happy and leisurely life.

Looking at Jiang Xing, who was lying quietly under the shade of the tree, lazy and comfortable, the guy in Tsing Yi let out a heartfelt sigh in his heart.

In front of him, a table full of various snacks in Yanjing City was placed. The wine of the clear Wuyi Mountain, reflecting the slanting sun, comes to life, leaving a trace of intoxicating aftertaste. An iron rack of cages, on which various barbecue ingredients of various colors are slowly becoming golden and crispy.

Two or three maids were fiddling with all their attention, a laziness that seeped into the bone marrow, leisurely flowing in the air.

He was a little taller than the average person, with thick eyebrows and very deep eyes, which could not see the bottom, like a black jewel at the bottom of an autumn lake. The corners of his mouth always seem to rise, but it gives the impression that it is definitely a mockery. At this time, the sleepy man was filled with a lazy smell.

"Chirp"

A pure black pine marten jumped onto Jiang Xing's shoulder, its long tail like a feather duster, and beat him in the face.

"Jiang Xing, get up!"

"Stop screaming...... Ha Xiao!"

"Life is short, and the days and months are long in dreams!"

Jiang Xing muttered to himself. The sable was heavy, and the fleshy body pressed the chaise longue and sank.

The indignant sable looked at Jiang Xing's lazy expression depressedly.

"Don't want to forge ahead! Cultivation has only reached the late stage of the Iron Skin Stage, and the chaos has begun, what do you do to save your life?"

"Huh, isn't it your sacred and great duty to protect the life and property of your master?

In the words of my hometown, you are my food. In the words of your hometown, your soul and your body belong to me, and my life and death determine everything for you. Isn't this a metaphor in the supreme canon of your hometown? Xiaoha, we are dependent on each other......"