Last night, Tiandao Poetry was attacked by thieves and the treasure was lost. There was also a big mess in the city, and people were panicked for a while, and many people were so frightened that they couldn't sleep all night. After a while, the chaos seemed to be over, and there was no follow-up, except for the disciples of Maotian, whose faces were pale. Yantian City is still prosperous, and it seems to be a little more lively than ordinary days.

The people in the city don't seem to pay attention to this mess at all, but instead discuss it as an uncommon gossip topic. So much so that when people meet acquaintances, the greeting sentence has changed from 'have you eaten' to 'have you heard, how was last night'.

In the teahouse, the mortal tea customers who came to listen to the book early in the morning pestered the storyteller to tell him about the last night.

The gentleman was old, grabbed the paper fan and pulled it around, and waited for the seat to be half full, and then carefully and seriously analyzed the situation.

"There aren't many enemies of the Maotian Sword Sect, and you know this. Those who have enmity with them, whether they are cultivators or powerful monks, are basically dead. So I analyzed that last night's chaos was probably just a simple treasure dispute, not a revenge hunt. ”

This line of thinking coincides with the speculation of tea drinkers. A fat rich man grabbed the teapot and asked in a loud voice, "So, what kind of fairy treasure is that fireworker boy who was lost last night?"

"Well...... the storyteller knew that someone had to ask this, so he inquired about the monk he knew well early in the morning. "The fire boy is a treasure made by Wu Tongxin, a master of porcelain making and alchemy. It is said that the child made of this ceramic knows how to refine 900 kinds of elixirs below the 'low-level three grades'. As long as the fire worker boy is placed in front of the elixir materials, he will refine it by himself, which is very magical. What is rare is that the alchemy success rate of the fire worker boy is eight or nine times out of ten, and the quality is top-notch, but the refining speed is a little slower. How can the low-grade pills start with a hundred after being refined in one furnace, and the fire worker boy can only refine them one by one due to his size. ”

After listening to the narration, the tea guests always felt that this fire boy did not seem to be a great treasure.

"Sir, the great cultivator who has the ability to fight against the Maotian Sword Sect really lacks such a magic weapon for refining junk elixir? Could there be another hidden secret?"

The storyteller shook his fan and corrected the questioner.

"You said the thief who stole was a monk? As far as I know, whether it was the giant hand that fell from the sky the night before or the white mist whirlwind last night, none of the monks in the city sensed the fluctuation of the aura. In other words, the thief is probably nothing more than a mortal!"

"Mortals?!Can mortals and others make such a big battle? That would give us a long face. ”

The tea guests burst into laughter when they heard this, unable to agree with the storyteller's remarks.

The storyteller knew that his guests would react like this, so he patiently explained, "It's true that ordinary mortals like you and me can't do what they did yesterday, but ...... If that mortal had some immortal treasures in his hands, he might not be able to say it. It's like a lost firework fairy, it's a treasure that doesn't need aura and can be used by ordinary mortals......"

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At this moment, a porcelain doll named Huogong Xiantong is rubbing a ball of flame and holding it in the palm of his hand. Drow heard the commotion and went over to check, and saw the terrible scene.

"What the hell is this!

As the owner of the room, Drow seriously suspected that the porcelain doll was trying to set fire to his own home, or that he had some other evil intentions.

"I can't handle this kind of, so let's throw it back in the box!"

Although Drow is not cowardly, the little guy in front of him who can walk, move and set fire is still a little too weird. If you keep him, God knows if you will become a mentally handicapped supporting role in a horror movie and be killed by him.

Just as he was about to find Kuaibu to wrap up this trouble and throw it away, the porcelain doll suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the fireball in its hand. Soon, his ceramic body turned red, and it seemed that the temperature was very high.

Drow must admit that he was frightened. But the weirdness isn't over yet.

The reddened porcelain doll jumped out of the drawer, stepping on the floor step by step, burning the floor to smoke, until it reached the Coke bottle containing the aura potion.

"What is he doing here?"

Drow realizes that the situation is not as simple as he thought, so he crosses his arms and goes into theater mode.

The porcelain doll reached out and lightly touched the Coke bottle, melting away the plastic outside, and then opened its mouth again to suck the aura liquid into its stomach. But that wasn't the end of it, he did the same thing with the bottle of golden oil grass juice, and after drinking half a bottle, he was satisfied, and sat cross-legged on the floor and meditated for more than an hour.

Worried about the floor being burned through, Drow found a porcelain bowl for the doll to sit on, and stared intently......

Until Zhang Liang called.

"Brother Zhuo, how is your money? I plan to go to Qiangzi's daughter-in-law this afternoon to have a look, will you come?"

"Come on, come on, I've got the money. ”

"That's great. Are you okay now? I'll go sit in your shop for a while?"

"No, I'm not in the store, and I'll have to go to the bank to withdraw money later. Let's make an appointment to meet at Qiangzi's house. ”

"Okay, it's two o'clock in the afternoon. See you later. ”

Just as Zhuoer was dealing with Zhang Liang, the temperature of the fireworker boy seemed to drop, and his red body gradually returned to its previous appearance.

"That's it, after drinking so many of my elixirs, why don't you have any reaction at all?"

As soon as Zhuoer said this, the porcelain doll immediately proved with practical actions that she was not a dry eater. He opened his mouth again, but this time he didn't swallow anything, instead he spit out a golden pill covered with coarse particles, only the size of a peanut.

After spitting out this thing, the porcelain doll stopped moving on the ground and turned into an ordinary porcelain ornament again. It's not really very attractive. Drow held the golden pill with tweezers, and sniffed with his nose with a frown.

"Hmm...... Just smell the smell, it shouldn't be excrement. ”

Danmaru has a smell of burnt wet wood with an extra bit of aroma. I just don't know what this thing is for.

"Could it be a elixir?" Zhuo Er boldly assumed, but did not dare to verify it. "You can't let me learn from Shennong to taste a hundred herbs and eat this thing, right?"

He grabbed the golden pill and hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind to put it in his mouth.

"Forget it, leave him alone. Let's go to the bank and withdraw the money first. ”

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In the box, Yu Luoqi jumped to her feet in anger after being hit on the head by potato chips, thinking that she was deliberately playing with her big hands. However, considering that people did him a great favor yesterday, it seems that he should not be harshly criticized.

"Be peaceful, be forgiving. She admonished herself.

After sulking for a while, Yu Luoqi took the golden oil grass out and went to Yantian City to exchange money.

Last night, she had already discussed with her father, these golden oil grasses would be exchanged for at least ten bottles of cultivation spiritual liquid, which was the reserve price. If there is anything else to find, then even if it is her pocket money, she can buy whatever she wants.

Yu Luoqi herself doesn't have anything in particular. After all, I have lived in the barren mountains for so long, and I have not entered the city a few times during this period, so I have long been accustomed to the life of pure cultivation away from the world.

"If you really want me to buy something...... Just buy a pair of magic gloves for the big hand, so that he won't be injured in a fight. ”