The cook said, why has your white eyes not improved over the years.
Qiu Yu was taken aback for a moment, and it took a while to understand.
She turned her head and looked outside the door of the small shop. The door was closed and she couldn't see anything. But Qiu Yu's face became serious, as if he saw something worth worrying about. When the cook first said that her white eyes didn't grow, she didn't realize what she meant, she had already seen everything clearly.
Her white eyes are still so special after all.
Far, far away, she saw someone passing towards her. With her white eyes, she couldn't tell the age of the person, couldn't tell the clothes, and couldn't tell the appearance. She could only see a figure with inner strength flashing over the roof. The speed of this person's movement was beyond imagination, even if he jumped over the heads of passers-by, no one noticed.
"It's all your fault."
The cook sighed: "I do business here honestly, cook the meals I like, and stick to the rules I want to uphold. Who is in the way? Even if I have a worthless disciple named Tan Qingge, but I tell you But since the day he walked out of the Martial Arts Academy, he has no relationship with me. I don’t know if you want to investigate the Moon Shadow Hall. I’m just a cook, and I’ve forgotten what I did for a long time.”
Qiu Yu looked at him and suddenly smiled: "It was on purpose."
"on purpose?"
The cook was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Qiu Yu meant.
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Changchun Garden
Wind and rain building
Fang Jie moved a chair and sat in the corridor on the third floor, looking at the sun that had slanted past. At this time, the sun was not dazzling at all, and it was as red as a child's face. The wind in the city is different from the wind in the wilderness. The wind in the wilderness can scrape and roll over the ground, but the wind in the city seems unwilling to be contaminated by the trivial things in the city. It is very stingy and refuses to pass through the streets. Laughing at the life in Chang'an City on the roof.
Fang Jie was holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and the tune he was humming softly was a rhythm that no one in this world had ever heard before.
After entering Chang'an City, it was the first time that Xiang Qingniu saw Fang Xie so comfortable. There are many people and many things in Chang'an City that involved Fang Jie's energy, but he is still a person with two selves in his heart. Xiang Qingniu didn't know that Fang Jie had a previous life, but he could feel Fang Jie's contradiction.
"Don't test me with your heart."
Fang Jie narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xiang Qingniu.
Xiang Qingniu smiled: "I just want to know if you are really leisurely or pretending that you are leisurely. Is there something good?"
"Nothing good."
Fang Jie took a sip of tea.
The tea is not very good, Chang'an City has been besieged for several years, where can I find any good tea. Originally, almost all the tea in the Changchun Garden was taken out by the people in the garden and sold for food. As for the Taiji Palace, because the palace people died, no one took care of the tea, and it has long been unavailable for drinking.
It's a bit sad to say, those who can't leave Changchun Garden want to sell some of the things in the garden, there are so many treasures but don't know how much they are worth, some rare treasures are sold at extremely low prices , not even as high as the price of a catty of high-quality tea. It's just because those servants know the price of tea, but not the price of antiques.
"It's okay, are you still laughing?"
Xiang Qingniu didn't believe it.
Fang Jie looked at Xiang Qingniu: "Let me give you an example. For example, there is a very good rich man who is never harsh on the servants in the mansion. Because of this, the servants in his mansion also respect him very much." One day, the rich man decided to join hands with his friends to do a big business. They worked hard to reach an agreement with the other party, but at this moment, the rich man's competitor suddenly appeared, and he knew everything about the rich man's bottom line. It was very clear, and finally he made a deal with someone at a lower price than the rich man offered. After the rich man went back, he didn’t intend to find out who betrayed him, because he knew that he had lost a chance to make money, but he didn’t want to lose one. people who are considered family.”
Xiang Qingniu thought for a while: "There are women who are benevolent, but they can't be held accountable for doing so."
Fang Jie shook his head: "Wrong, since the day the rich man was betrayed, he has actually lost that family."
Xiang Qingniu was stunned, and after thinking carefully for a while, he understood the meaning: "So?"
"So, you can't be that kind of person."
Fang Jie felt the temperature brought by the purple sand pot in his hand, and looked outside: "Maybe you will think it is unrealistic, but will such a thing really happen... The rich don't intend to hold anyone accountable, just pretend that there is no such thing Opportunity. However, the person who betrayed him... would he do something because of guilt?"
Xiang Qingniu thought for a while and answered: "In the end, I couldn't bear the torment in my heart, and confessed everything to the rich? Or did I get the money and go away?"
"Is there anything more outrageous?"
Fang asked.
Xiang Qingniu thought about it again, and suddenly thought of a river and lake rumor he had heard: "I remember hearing Xiao Yijiu say that there used to be a sect called Kuodaomen in the rivers and lakes. It is one of the largest sects. Then one day, the most important disciple of the sect master sold the martial arts cheats of the sect to other sects. The sect master found out that it was him, but because he was too important, he did not expose it. Just waiting for the disciple to tell him everything. This disciple is indeed very guilty, and under long-term pressure he finally made a decision... He assassinated the sect master."
Fang Jie nodded: "So, there is nothing good. Whether the rich finally found out the traitor and punished him severely, or pretended that nothing happened in the end, they have already lost it, and the person who wanted to keep it... is already gone."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Xiang Qingniu became more and more curious: "Don't tell me what happened to your Black Banner Army."
"no."
Fang Jie said: "I just feel sorry for others."
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"You really don't want to shoot?!"
The cook yelled at Qiu Yu.
Qiu Yu pulled Mu San to stand up and swept away, retreated fully and stopped about 100 meters away. She yelled at the cook: "Although this incident happened because of us, you didn't promise us anything, and it has nothing to do with us. He wants to kill you, why should I do it?"
The cook dodged a wave of internal energy, his body was like a spinning top, as if he was about to fall down at any moment, but he just couldn't fall down. No matter how the old man in the white Confucian shirt attacks, he can dodge it, and it doesn't seem to be difficult. On the contrary, the old man looked a little embarrassed, which made the scene weird.
The person who was about to be killed kept running away but not in a panic, and the person who was about to kill kept chasing but was in a panic.
This old man wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt is none other than Mr. Ba of Moon Shadow Hall.
In Moon Shadow Hall, besides Mr. Jiu, he is the most honored person, and he is also the longest-lived one among all the Heavenly Monarchs in Moon Shadow Hall. There will always be people who challenge Tianjun, even though they know that there is a great danger, there are still people who stand up and go forward.
But he has been alive.
That's because he has self-knowledge and knows exactly what can and can't be touched.
So he knew very well now that he couldn't kill the cook.
Even though it seemed that he had always taken the initiative and seemed to have the upper hand, he just couldn't kill the cook. The cook always dodges and never fights back, but even so it doesn't work. So he was about to leave, and it was time to leave. He received news not long ago that the exposure of the cook's identity might reveal the secrets of Moon Shadow Hall, so he had to kill the cook.
He knew that the cook was a practitioner, but he never thought that the cook's cultivation could be so high.
"Please, please, I'm really dying."
The cook begged Qiu Yu while dodging.
This made Mr. Eight very angry.
Obviously the cook's cultivation was higher than his, but the cook didn't fight back but just dodged, and even asked for help from someone whose cultivation was far inferior to his! If the cook is willing, as long as he fights back as hard as he can, Mr. Eight will choose to flee before five minutes. The most exasperating thing is that the cook not only avoided all his offensives, but even controlled all the internal forces that might affect the innocent.
For example, if he punches the cook, the cook avoids it, but his inner strength will hit the things behind the cook. With Mr. Ba's cultivation, it is not a problem for him to knock down a private house with one punch. However, while avoiding his punch, the cook sent his inner strength up into the sky with a hook and a lure, and it didn't know how far it flew and finally dissipated.
So far, not even one of his mother's bowls has been broken!
"You shoot yourself, he has already been captured by you."
Qiu Yu shook his head and said, "It's not funny at all to pretend you don't know how to use it when you're clearly capable."
"Bah, bah, bah."
The cook said anxiously: "I never said that I don't know how to practice, and I never said that I am poor in cultivation, but I really don't know how to fight... How many years have passed since the day I started practicing? Don’t remember, but I really didn’t get into a fight with anyone.”
Qiu Yu was still laughing, so she naturally didn't believe it.
Then she saw the old man in the moon-white Confucian shirt turn around and run away, while the cook was still yelling at her as if there was nothing he could do, so she had to wonder, could this cook really know how to fight
Mr. Eight decided to escape.
He took out the thing Mr. Jiu gave him from his cuff and prepared to leave.
Then, he suddenly felt his body stiffen, and lost control of his body in an instant. No matter how hard he tried, his body just wouldn't listen. His left hand had reached into the sleeve of his right arm, and he had already touched that thing, but he couldn't move an inch.
For a moment, Mr. Eight was filled with panic.
He doesn't like this feeling, so he has been avoiding this feeling. This feeling of not being able to control his own destiny is actually a harbinger of death, anyway, he thinks so.
Beads of sweat the size of a bean instantly covered his forehead.
Then, he saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe walking slowly out of a small alley. This middle-aged man was quite handsome, with a bookish air all over his body. Such a person, no matter what, can't see the slightest threat.
But it happened to be such a person that made Mr. Ba, the most surviving person in Yueyingtang, feel the threat of death.
"Master Hou, this person's cultivation base is very strong, and I just took advantage of his unpreparedness to succeed. If Master Hou doesn't make a move, he will run away."
said the middle-aged man.
Wu Yiyi, Marquis of Sanjin, came out from behind him and hugged him, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuo."
The middle-aged man shook his head: "I can feel that he is wearing a very strange thing, which is somewhat similar to my ability. Although it is not much, the root seems not far away. I am imprisoned in a place. , and that thing seems to be able to open a place."
San Jinhou passed by, and pressed his palm on Mr. Ba's lower abdomen, a strong suction appeared in his palm, and Mr. Ba's face immediately became distorted. His face is not contorted, but really distorted. It was as if a strong wind swept across the originally calm lake, immediately blowing up layers of folds.
"Mr. Zhuo's guess is right, it is such a thing."