Leaving the Qianbin Building, Yue Jinghua went to the car and horse dealership in Boluo City, and Sharman had to entrust Dimple to find the ancient egg.
The extremely simple carriages and horses are driving on the noisy streets, like a tiny speck of dust under the scorching sun, not attracting much attention, and no one knows that there will be a materialistic scene behind it.
The horse stable was filled with the stench of horses and the shouts of men one after another, making it extremely noisy.
Taking out the two-star danxuan card that symbolizes the identity of the dimple market, Yue Jinghua's hand shook in front of the eyes of the dozing old shopkeeper of the car and horse shop. Jinghua invited him into the compartment in the carriage house.
The noise and the smell of the outside are all isolated. Yue Jinghua explained the purpose of his visit, and the old shopkeeper showed a bit of embarrassment: "Acquiring ancient mysterious beast eggs? This matter is difficult. It has been many years since there have been no ancient mysterious beast eggs."
Yue Jinghua was not surprised, as mysterious beasts and ancient eggs were hard to come by, she was also expected, after entrusting the old shopkeeper to pay more attention, she got up and said goodbye.
After sending Yue Jinghua away, the old shopkeeper closed the door and took out a porcelain bottle with a narrow mouth and long neck from his sleeve.
The material of the porcelain bottle is very similar to glass in the modern sense, it is transparent, and an amber liquid sloshes inside.
After taking out the dripping water from the bottle, the old shopkeeper dropped the dripping water on the ground, and the dripping water spread out on the ground as if it had given birth to a foot, turning into a mirror the size of a vanity mirror.
Although it is a mirror, what appears inside is not the figure of the old shopkeeper, but a young girl.
"Xiaoya, the guest that Mrs. Yao asked to pay attention to has come again. This time she wants to buy ancient mysterious beast eggs." The image and voice of the old treasurer of Poluo City passed through the water, and it was Yu Jing who was talking to him. Hua once met Xiaoya, one of the twin girls who got the benefit of the True Profound Pill and was promoted.
As one of the most mysterious organizations in the Eastern Continent, the way of delivering news is also different from that of the outside world.
The transmission medium used by the old shopkeeper and Xiaoya at this time is called Yinjing Spring, which is taken from one of the most famous spiritual springs in the Eastern Continent, Zimu Jingquan. As long as two drops of this kind of spring are randomly taken, a sound mirror can be formed within ten miles, allowing the holder to communicate freely.
The spring water can only be circulated among the middle and high-level people in the market. Xiaoya is Mrs. Yao's personal servant, and she specializes in taking care of this spring water. Every afternoon, she will follow Mrs. Yao's orders and exchange news with the old shopkeeper of Boluo City. .
"Mysterious beast ancient egg?" Xiaoya pondered, a strange color flashed across her eyes.
After Yue Jinghua left the car dealership, he changed back into his luggage and went to Yuechen's residence first.
She promised that if Lie Rou would reply to Yue Minzhi's letter, she would have to "reply" to get someone to reply.
In Yue Minzhi's letter, Yue Chen was not mentioned at all, and there was not much affection between the two brothers. Yuechen's origin is unknown, when he left Longzhanguo, he was young, and his temperament was a bit withdrawn, so it was inevitable that his elder brother liked him.
Fighting a tiger is always a brother, not to mention that the current Yue family is single and weak. After careful consideration, Yue Jinghua feels that it is necessary to strengthen the brother-sister relationship between the three of them.
After passing the corridor, Yue Jinghua heard the sobbing of children, which sounded like mosquitoes biting, and the sound came from the side of the flower bed that was half a person tall.
In her previous life, Yue Xiaoqi was most afraid of three things: children crying, women gossiping, and men not counting what she said. She wanted to come back another day to send Xiaozheng Tai Yuechen, but her eyes were too sharp, and she caught a glimpse of what was in front of Yuechen at a glance.
Yuechen was crying sadly, her bun-like face was covered with tears, and she was holding a flowerpot in her hand.
With extra feet in front of him, Yue Chen hurriedly stopped crying, raised his head, and first saw a slim figure.
After seeing the person coming, Xiao Zhengtai's complexion changed drastically. After experiencing the last incident on the street and Hongling's incident, Yue Jinghua's image in Yuechen's mind can be said to be turned upside down, and a big change has taken place.
He hurriedly wiped his face with the back of his chubby hand, but the tears still rolled down from his big glass ball-like eyes, and his nose sucked and sucked.
Noticing that Yue Jinghua's gaze was glued to his hand, he hurriedly hid the pot of flowers in front of him behind his back, but he was small and the flower pot was as tall as half a person, so it made it more obvious.
The potted flower was hidden behind Yue Chen, the leaves were as emerald green as jasper, and there were more than ten flowers blooming on the leaf clusters. Each flower is the size of a fist. From a distance, it looks like a group of raging flames.
"Jiu Yanshao," it really didn't take much effort, a name popped up in Yue Jinghua's mind.
In her bosom, there were still a few herbs that were sent by Xieyu to refine the second medicine, and the only one missing was Jiuyanshao.
Dim Chang did not find Jiu Yanshao, but helped to collect all the information related to Jiu Yanshao. Mrs. Yao made a favor and gave it to Yue Jinghua.
How could Jiu Yanshao, which is said to only grow in Fengyue Great Forest, be in Yuechen's hands
"It. No. Jiuyan, it's Bayan," a green voice spit out from Yuechen's mouth, "It's not Jiuyan yet, it failed." After hearing Yue Jinghua announce Yan Shao's name, his big eyes became a little more joyful, and his movements of hiding behind his back became much slower.
Yuechen was autistic since he was a child, and he seldom opened his mouth. He also refused to study in the Xuan Academy, and only liked to hide in the yard and play with flowers and plants. It's a pity that there is no one around him to study with him.
Lie Rou felt sorry for his poor background, so she bought a lot of exotic flowers and herbs for him according to his temperament.
Earlier, "Yue Jinghua" felt that a boy would only play with flowers and plants, and spirit flowers and spirit plants were expensive, so he hated Yuechen very much in his heart, and would never take the initiative to visit Yuechen's flowers and trees. Not to mention taking the initiative to talk to Moondust.
Following the habit of female spies, Yue Jinghua would go through any information she got.
The Yanshao in the data is a kind of mortal flower of the genus Fire. It can only be regarded as a very common flower in terms of grade. Yan" means how many petals a flower has.
The Yanshao of Wuliuqiyan are all low-level spirit flowers, not uncommon in the market. But as long as Yanshao reaches Bayan, or even Jiuyan, its rank will be directly promoted from ordinary rank to spiritual rank, such Yanshao is rare in the market.
"Bayanshao is already very impressive. Did your mother buy this pot of peony in your hand?" Yue Jinghua also knew that she had asked her many times. It is also rare and expensive. It is impossible for Lierou to buy this precious pot of peony, so the remaining explanation can only be one.
"When I bought it, it was. Yes. Six flames," Yuechen didn't have many opportunities to talk to people on weekdays, and he didn't speak very fluently.
"You planted it into eight flames? Do other people know about this?" Yue Jinghua put his hands on his chest to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Xiao Zhengtai nodded, then shook his head again.
"You planted all the plants in the yard?" Yue Jinghua looked at the Nanxiang again, every plant and tree here, if you look carefully, each of them is similar to the exotic flowers and plants planted in Liejiabao, which is familiar to laymen. They looked almost the same.
The last time Yue Jinghua came here, he didn't look carefully either.
Now that I took a closer look, I immediately withdrew my contempt.
Seeing that it might not be true, Yue Jinghua quietly searched the courtyard with her mental power.
Every flower and plant here, after being planted by Yuechen, has undergone earth-shaking changes, all of which have transformed from ordinary to spiritual, among which is the pot of Bayan Shao in Yuechen's hands. maximum.
"Lend me this potted flower for one night," Yue Jinghua already had an idea in his mind.
"No." Yuechen became nervous, shaking his head like a rattle. It was a potted flower that he had put a lot of thought into. Even if he didn't succeed, he couldn't just give it away.
"Lend me for a night, how about I return you a pot of Jiu Yan Shao tomorrow morning? It's just for one night, otherwise." Yue Jinghua's eyes were burning, and her red lips, which were more eye-catching than raging fire, opened and closed, showing both kindness and power, like an extremely beautiful woman. The strange sorghum who coaxed the little loli with a lollipop.
"No. Don't. Not allowed. Treat me as a child," Xiao Zhengtai blushed, her cheeks bulged, resentful and shy at the same time.
Yue Jinghua, who knows nothing about growing flowers and plants, dared to say that it is impossible to perfect Ba Yan into Jiu Yan, but, her voice is really nice, it made his brain buzz and his tongue became knotted .
"If you don't agree again, I'll pull out all the flowers and plants in your yard," Xiao Zhengtai hurriedly hugged his forehead, which was smoother than a white jade porcelain vase.
Protecting the top, ignoring the bottom, this action gave Yue Jinghua an opportunity to grab the flower pot.
"You. You. Bullying people," Yuechen said anxiously, his little neck and face all flushed red.
"I'll just bully you," said Yue Jinghua, who was so miserable that Xiaozheng was too short-handed and short-legged, spinning around like a spinning top, like a little quail, "You can take it back if you want, now go back to the room immediately I changed my clothes, washed up, and wrote a letter to my elder brother Yue Minzhi. Remember to write a longer letter, and when you finish writing, you can come to me to exchange flowers in the letter tomorrow morning, so it’s a deal,” he said. She stretched out her slender white jade palm, and hit Yuechen's small palm.
After a crisp blow, the girl's figure shuttled through the flowers like the shadow of a butterfly: "Remember from now on, son of the Yue family, don't cry when you bleed, don't cry anymore."
Yuechen stared blankly at his palm, and after a long time, he muttered: "You rascal," this sentence was cursing neatly, without stammering.