"Prince, stop talking nonsense with these people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoTie them back and wait for our sweat!" said the little minion standing next to the young man in the mink hat. I saw the young man turn over and dismount, and walk to Feng Chen's side, and Feng Chen stuffed the yellowed window paper into his chest. The young man grabbed Feng Chen's two shoulders and tried his best to grab him with both hands, but found that Feng Chen was as heavy as Mount Tai, the young man was not convinced, and bent down again, passed under Feng Chen's arm, and tried to put him on his back, but Feng Chen still didn't move. The little minions behind him cheered loudly on the side: "Prince! Divine power!" I saw that the Mongolian prince's face was flushed, and he didn't move the dust for half a minute, so angry that he waved the hat on his head and threw it on the ground, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and continued to hold the dust on his waist and prepare to fall him, but who knew that it was still in vain. The prince let go of his hand and straightened his clothes. Patting the dust on his body, he said, "I don't know if the warrior is willing to be a guest in my Uzhumuqin Division?" The subordinates behind him were all stunned, but Wushuang was not polite. When he walked up, he dragged the dust aside: "We're going to find Tian'er." Feng Chen quietly smiled at Wushuang, obviously already confident.

Prince Uzhumuqin politely put his hand in front of him and saluted Feng Chen and Wushuang: "If you two want to be guests on our grassland, you are welcome to drive at any time." I hope that the hero will forgive me for my offense just now, come on, and give the gift I prepared to the old man. I saw the entourage behind him take out a large bag from his backpack and respectfully put it in the old man's hand. When the old woman opened it, she found that it contained all the finest jewelry. The prince smiled and said to the old man, "Mother-in-law, we were reckless just now. You can sell these and exchange them for some gold and silver to buy some belongings. Where had the old man seen so many jewels and jade, and he hurriedly stuffed them back into the prince's hands. Feng Chen turned to Prince Uzhumuqin and said, "The prince is kind, I have received it in my heart, and I hope that I will stop bullying others." Prince Uzhumuqin promised that he would be sure, and hurriedly left with his subordinates.

Wushuang looked at the back of Prince Uzhumuqin leaving and sighed: "The world is like this, how can you allow villains to do wrong." Feng Chen smiled at Wushuang: "Let's go, let's go to Qian Wanguan to retrieve my blunt sword." Wushuang smiled stupidly at Feng Chen. The old man asked uncharacteristically: "Qian Wanguan?" is Qian Wanguan, the rich party who opened an antique shop in the town?" Wushuang nodded: "How does my mother-in-law know him?" The old man squeaked and whimpered: "Back then, the old man of my family went to Inner Mongolia to deliver furs, and this big shopkeeper helped find it." Listen to my dead old man, there is a secret passage outside the city that leads to his darkroom. Wushuang looked at her mother-in-law in surprise: "Where? The mother-in-law pulled Feng Chen and Wushuang aside: "Shhh, be quiet, no outsiders know about this." I'll draw you a map, and you will find it as I say, and the treasures of the money shopkeeper are hidden in that house. But I had to wait until the sun went down, because there were almost no people in the yard at that time, and everyone went to make deliveries. Wushuang was dumbfounded as the old woman drew a topographical map of the antique shop, which was exactly the same as the memory in his mind. She began to doubt the identity of the old man, but she didn't say much because of the dust.

The two waited until sunset, and walked under a large tree outside the city, as pointed out in the old man's painting, and opened the dark grid of a wooden plank on the ground. Wushuang opened it and found that he had never known this secret passage, nor did he know where it led. But Feng Chen still trusted the old man very much, so he jumped down first, and Wushuang followed behind him. The two groped their way through this dark passage, and Wushuang couldn't stand the dark and cold cave, so he lit the candlestick in the cave with flint and steel. At the moment when the candlestick was lit up, the two of them saw that there were exquisite pictures on the stone walls of the cave. The pictures on it are all pictures of Buddha and Venerables, and there is no name to be seen. Feng Chen just sighed: "Who is digging a hole to paint a mural here?" Wushuang was also puzzled behind him: "These pictures and texts are not made by the Central Plains painters at all, and they will not be left by tourists in the desert, but they seem to have been deliberately shed by someone." The two of them didn't have time to think about these inconsequential things, so they had to go to the treasure room to get their weapons first.

When the two of them opened the other end of the cellar, they were instantly dumbfounded. Qian Wanguan was already over there, waiting for the two of them. Before they could poke their heads out, they were bound by heavy hemp rope. Qian Wanguan laughed on the side: "You two are immortals, and you can't escape this 'immortal lock'." The more Wushuang struggled, the tighter the rope tied itself, but it was sealed on the side with a calm look. Qian Wanguan tugged at his mustache and said with a wicked smile: "Baby daughter is really stupid, how can you listen to an old woman? And that boy with good kung fu, why don't you see you proud now." That stupid brother of yours, like you, may have entered the Mongolian tribes at this time and helped me get the Nine Clouds Map. ”

Feng Chen said disdainfully: "Shameless!" At this time, Qian Wanguan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I have a good idea! I don't know if my baby daughter wants to hear it? Wushuang looked at Qian Wanguan seriously and then agreed. She was brought into a secret room, and in the secret room, only Qian Wanguan and her. Qian Wanguan looked at the door and said: "If you promise me to approach Emperor Ming, I can ensure that your dust son is safe and sound." Wushuang twisted his head back and said, "Shameless!" Qian Wanguan leaned his head over again, his eyes were full of treachery and trickery: "Baby daughter, Daddy won't treat you badly, how about making you a concubine?" Wushuang replied categorically: "Dream!" Qian Wanguan immediately put away the smiling tiger appearance just now, and showed a fierce light: "Then your dusty son is probably going to hell to see your mother." Wushuang immediately said in a panic: "I promised you, but you must let him go." Qian Wanguan took out a small medicine bottle from his back and held it up in front of Wushuang: "As long as you eat this pill, I will immediately release the dust boy." Wushuang didn't think about it, he raised his head and opened the bottle of elixir and drank it all.

Wushuang only felt paralyzed and weak, and the clothes on Qian Wanguan's body in front of him were dazzling and beautiful. When she tried to see clearly, there were only countless dark shadows dangling in front of her. Someone kept saying in his ears: "You are Emperor Ming's favorite concubine, and you are the master of Yikun Palace." When Wushuang opened her eyes again, she was already in a luxurious carriage. She looked at the pleated skirt on her body, and touched her heavy head again, only to realize that this outfit was a little unusual.

At the gate of the antique shop, Feng Chen was escorted out by the courtyard martial artist in Qian Wanguan's antique shop, and thrown along with his blunt sword on the road. Qian Wanguan spat at Feng Chen unruly: "Idiot, hurry up and find your stupid brother!" Feng Chen took the sword to support his body, and was just about to rush up when the martial artist of the courtyard slammed the door shut.