Chapter 117 Ice Heart Immortal Lotus Mu Ju Tea

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Seeing that the two Huo Yunfei brothers and sisters left angrily, Wukong shook his body, got up from his chair, glanced at the direction of the inner room a little confused, turned around and left with the little fox. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Less than thirty meters after he walked out of the pawnshop, Wukong, who was looking down and thinking, crashed into a person's body.

"Hey, who's so blind?" a figure rolled down from the crowd, groped on the ground for a long time, and stood up tremblingly.

"Old fortune teller?" the little fox looked at and took the lead in calling.

"You again?" the fortune teller old man Yuan Shoucheng got up from the ground with a disgraced face, his cloudy pupils shrank faintly, and he suddenly lowered his head and sighed: "Ahem, this is really not a good match!"

"Uh, what does that mean?" the little fox was stunned.

Wukong's monkey eyes widened, and he woke up from his thoughts. He stretched out his hand and patted the old man, and said loudly: "Old man broom star, why did you come out again?"

"You monkey, I don't apologize for hitting me, it's so rude!"

The monkey smiled helplessly when he heard this, thought about it, stretched out his hand and pulled the little fox, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, forget it, it's just a blind old man, what are you entangled with him, let's hurry up!"

"You're blind!"

Yuan Shoucheng raised his hand and poked the broken flag in his hand to the ground, and said angrily: "This little brother, you are not a sign of respecting the old and loving the young!"

The monkey snorted and laughed, reached out and took out a gold coin from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's hand, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I knocked you down just now, this, it's the fortune-telling money from last time, and the rest, you can buy some delicious food and drink, which can be regarded as compensation!"

"Hmph, am I the kind of person who sees money!" the old man shook the gold coin in his hand and stuffed it into his arms. In the middle of the ring, he raised his empty pupils, and suddenly sighed leisurely: "Alas, today's young people are really in the world!"

"What?" the monkey didn't understand for a moment.

The old man rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice: "For the sake of correcting your mistakes, I will send you another word!"

"What's that?" the monkey didn't want to hear, but after thinking about it, he tilted his ears sideways.

"Bones are buried under the Hundred Beasts Mountain, and there is nothing buried in the town of Sanbu!" After speaking, he picked up the broken flag, pushed away the crowd, and went to the ground without looking back.

"Hey, this damn little old man, what a dead star!" the little fox stamped his foot hard and bared his teeth fiercely.

"White bones are buried under the Hundred Beasts Mountain, and there is nothing buried in the town of Sanbu!"

Wukong silently recited these two sentences, turned around and looked in the direction of the Hundred Beasts Mountain, a trace of ominousness, vaguely climbed into his heart.

This Yuan Shoucheng once counted the death of the Jinghe Dragon King, and I heard that the calculation was very accurate.

And what about yourself?

Thinking that he was under the Red Flame Canyon, he died for a lifetime, and inadvertently unsealed a formation of the Remnant Sun Blood Curse, but secretly, it seemed that he had unintentionally released something ominous.

Yikes!

Could it be that if you go to the Hundred Beasts Mountain, you will encounter something ominous?

Hmph, he's not the Dragon King of the Jing River!" he pursed his lips disdainfully, and turned to leave.

In the distance, Yuan Shoucheng Huo Ran turned around, looked at Wukong's distant back, and suddenly muttered in a low voice: "This monkey is so strange, why do I count the heavens and the earth, but I can't count his past and future? Even now, it is also vague, it's really strange!"

"Brother Monkey, where should we go now?" the little fox swooped to the front, turned his head and asked softly.

"What?" Wukong asked casually in a bit of a magical trance.

"It's getting late, where do we go now?"

"Ah!" the monkey reacted slowly, he looked up at the sunset on the horizon, and said wistfully, "This three-no town is really very weird?"

"Wow, moldy tofu!" The monkey, which was deep in thought, was suddenly completely shocked by the little fox's scream.

"What tofu?"

"It's stinky tofu with long white hair, it's delicious!" the little fox reached out and handed over a bunch, and a thick smell instantly poured into Goku's nostrils.

"What is this?" Wukong couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth as he looked at the steaming golden tofu cubes in his hand. "It stinks, is this?"

"Haha, this is the famous stinky tofu in Sanbu Town, called Bagong Mountain stinky tofu, it smells stinky and eats fragrant, I don't believe you can taste it!"

"Bagong Mountain stinky tofu?" Wukong raised it suspiciously in front of his eyes and sniffed it, closed his eyes, and took a small bite.

"Woo! Stinky tofu, it's really good!" Half-ringing, he frowned, chewed in his mouth, and whispered a praise.

"And this, the wife cake, the taste is also very distinctive!"

"Wife?"

Looking at the crepes handed over by the little fox, the monkey shook his head, and just wanted to reach out to pick it up, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him shouting: "That... Brother Monkey, wait!"

Wukong turned around, and saw that the wind was shaking the black gold paper fan with a smile on his face, squeezing through the crowd, and striding over.

"This ... The monkey arched his hand slightly, not knowing what to call the other person.

"In the downwind is light, the Feng family in Sanbu Town is not a child, you, you might as well call me Xiaofeng!"

"Little madman?" the little fox couldn't help but laugh as he reached out to cover his mouth.

"Okay, this is not the place to talk, if you can trust it, let's find a place to talk about it?"

Wukong's eyes are vicious, from the first time they met, he could see that this young man surnamed Feng looked weak and inconspicuous, but his temperament was very bright and upright, and he was definitely not a thing in the pool.

"Okay, let's find a place to talk!"

In a seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous teahouse, the wind brought Wukong and the two into a secret room facing the street on the second floor, asked for a pot of Bingxin Xianlian Mu Ju tea, ordered a few side dishes and a few plates of snacks, and then closed the door.

After a full hour, Feng Qingyang walked out first, and on the top floor of this teahouse, arranged two rooms for Wukong and the two, and carefully explained a few words to the owner of the teahouse, before drifting away.

In Wukong's room, the little fox stood at the window, looking at the back of the wind blowing away, turned his head to look at Wukong and said, "Brother Monkey, is this person credible?"

Wukong pondered for a while, and said softly: "This young man surnamed Feng is the second young master of the Feng clan in the town, although he has a special identity, but because he has a special body constitution since he was a child, he has not been able to practice spells, so he is not very favored in the huge family, so it can be said that he is deeply excluded and in a rather unbearable situation." ”

"That... He's looking for us?"

"He, it's just that he takes a fancy to you and me, and he is not a member of the Feng family, and he seems to have a conflict with the one surnamed Huo. ”

"You're saying he's trying to take advantage of us?"

"You can't say that, can you!" Wukong reached out and poured a cup of tea, taking a sip lightly, a hint of intoxication on his face.

Since the wind gently invited him to drink a sip of that Bingxin Immortal Lotus Mu Ju tea tonight, he knew that in this world, in addition to wine, there was such delicious water.

"Well, this tea is really good, it not only quenches your thirst but also lowers your fire!" he said, took another big sip, smashed his mouth a few times, and swallowed a few flowers and leaves that had been drunk into his mouth.

"Why don't you take a few sips?"

"Oh, what the hell is going on?" The little fox was a little anxious, "Don't sell it to me!"

The monkey drank a sip of tea with a comfortable face, stood up, looked at the starry lights rising one after another outside the window, and suddenly asked softly: "Little fox, have you heard of Jiuli?"