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"Come on, come on, Brother Mo, Brother Xue, it's time to eat. Tang Chen greeted the two warmly.

Mo Forget to sit in front of the fire and say nothing, Xue Dingmao glanced into the pot, "Hey, cold duck blood?"

"It is worthy of doing this business, it is the blood of braised cold duck. ”

"That's it?"

Tang Chen got up, returned to his tent and brought out several large plates of spiritual food that had been refined in advance, placed them on the green cloth on the ground, and said with a smug smile: "I didn't find any good things today, but I can't lose everyone's belly, so I specially bought some more ingredients." Don't dare to say anything else, the spiritual esophagus is enough at night!"

Don't forget that he was still a little overwhelmed, and kept looking at the spiritual food in a daze.

Tang Chen added food to his plate and said with a smile: "Brother Mo, try my craft!"

Xue Dingmao has traveled south and north for many years, is well versed in human affairs, and knows that Mo Forget's temperament is relatively withdrawn and not good at communicating with people, Tang Chen is obviously trying to eliminate his restraints. Xue Dingmao comprehended, and gags and assists on the side without a trace, which soon made Mo Forget relax, and the atmosphere of the dinner became relaxed and pleasant.

Today's Han duck blood, using the practice of Mao Xuewang, adding a lot of spicy seasonings, the Xuewang soup made is red and bright, spicy and fragrant, thick and flavorful, Tang Chen ate very refreshingly, Xue Dingmao and Mo Forget were so spicy that they burst into tears. However, after all, the two still couldn't resist the temptation of food, they were so spicy that they were sweating profusely, and they kept drinking water, and they couldn't stop chopsticks.

Don't forget that you don't have much research on food, and you don't know how special this blood wang is, but Xue Dingmao is a person who is in the food business, and he has eaten countless spiritual foods, but he doesn't know that there is such a practice.

Xue Dingmao wiped away his tears and said, "Ah Chen, you are too bad!"

Tang Chen covered his mouth and snickered: "How can I know that you can't eat spicy food! If you really can't stand it, you can learn from my Tom and eat something else, it's not just a choice." ”

Hearing its name called, the kitten barked proudly twice and continued to squat aside and bury its head in eating meat.

Don't forget to sneeze, pick up the glass of water in front of him, tilt his neck and grunt down, let his throat relieve the burning pain, staring at the plate of blood, his blue eyes showed fear and love. After thinking about it for a while, he finally didn't dare to continue to destroy himself, and let out an unwilling sigh.

This scene happened to be watched by Tang Chen and Xue Dingmao.

Don't forget to be embarrassed, and said with a bitter face: "It's delicious, spicy!"

The two burst into laughter.

After this episode, the atmosphere in the field became more and more harmonious.

Xue Dingmao said: "I showed your goods to the people in the refining workshop today, and I won't have any definite news until tomorrow." ”

"Good. Tang Chen didn't care, he knew that Xue Dingmao had some connections, if he couldn't even handle Xue Dingmao well, he would probably not have a better result if he went on his own.

"How long have you been learning to refine food?" Xue Dingmao asked again.

"It's been almost half a year. ”

"Half a year?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

Xue Dingmao looked at Tang Chen, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he also said seriously: "The spiritual food you refined, not to mention the taste, the spiritual energy contained in the ingredients is very sufficient. I've met a lot of refiners, many of whom have been in the refining industry for more than 10 years, and none of them have been able to do this to this extent... Ah Chen, you must persevere, you are likely to be a rare refining genius!"

Tang Chen smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm a foodie by nature." Life is endless, refining food is not endless!"

He knows his own affairs, and he can fully stir up his spirit, which is because he has spiritual powers.

The spirit eye can easily see through the distribution of the aura in the ingredients, and the effect of Tang Chen's use of the spirit eye to stimulate the aura is not comparable to those refiners who rely on experience and feeling, and it is fundamentally different.

The supernatural power is really as legendary, it is very easy to use, and as soon as the spiritual eye comes out, the spiritual energy has nothing to hide.

Tang Chen's mind soon turned to the free market Taobao.

Today I went around the market for a day, looking for a needle in a haystack and found nothing.

He can only hope for the last three days, hoping for another surprise.

Suddenly, a thought popped up in his mind: Can you use your spiritual powers to treasure treasures?

Most of the things that are useful to the monks come with an aura.

Magic weapons, talismans, spirit animals, elixirs, all kinds of materials... It's better than that. The spiritual eye can identify the aura in the ingredients, and can identify the aura between heaven and earth, so theoretically speaking, the spiritual eye can naturally identify the aura in the non-ingredients!

The more Tang Chen thought about it, the more feasible he felt.

There are too many things to mess up in the free market, and if the spirit eye is used properly, even if it can't directly lock the most valuable treasures, it can narrow down the scope, at least it is much better than hitting the big luck like a fly without a head. Many monks in the free market do not know the value of what they are holding. If the spirit eye has an effect, then Tang Chen is equivalent to bringing a low-power treasure hunting radar, and wherever he passes, he only needs to sweep and sweep...

Looking up at the starry sky, the boy hoped that the night would pass soon.

......

When Tang Chen looked up at the sky, on the path more than ten miles away from his campsite, a group of blue-clothed monks were speeding along the mountain road.

On the chest and cuffs of this team, there is an elegant cloud embroidered, indicating that they are Qixia's disciples.

This autumn fair was hosted by the Qixia faction, and the Qixia faction made a lot of money just from the booth income, and the senior management of the sect smiled with their eyebrows. However, interests usually always come with responsibilities, and the Qixia faction collects rent happily, and of course, it is necessary to maintain the order of the autumn fair and protect the lives and property of participants as much as possible. So the Qixia faction set up a number of patrol teams, day and night, patrolling in shifts near the exhibition.

These measures cannot completely prevent the occurrence of murder and treasure grabbing, and the Qixia faction has also fulfilled its responsibility, tens of thousands of people are scattered in this area, and it is impossible for any sect to be foolproof. Although some people disappear every day, on the whole, this autumn fair is going on smoothly.

The patrol did not follow the original route today.

A friend of the captain who hasn't seen him for many years also participated in the autumn fair, and he has always wanted to meet the captain, but the captain has been on a mission and has not found time. His friend is leaving tomorrow, and the captain wants to modify the patrol route a little so that he can have a chance to say goodbye to his friend in person.

This is human nature, and the route has only deviated for a short time, and the disciples of the same team are also happy to be favorable.

"It's in the valley ahead, so you can take a break. The captain said happily.

"So happy, is that friend of yours a woman?" teased the vice-captain.

The captain didn't answer, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

One of the team members at the front suddenly stopped and made a warning gesture.

The captain quickly ran to the front and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"It smells of blood!"

After five stops, the patrol quietly entered the valley.

There were only corpses in the valley, not a single living person, and the blood pooled into small puddles.

"No!" the captain knelt down in front of a woman, letting out a cry of pathos and despair.

"Tighten your guard, the blood is still hot!" said one of the disciples.

At this moment, several figures came out of the darkness, stepping on dripping blood, and approached the patrol.

The vice-captain immediately threw out the spirit bead of warning.

The spirit bead burst in the air, emitting a striking orange light, and an orange cloud bloomed in the air.