It is said that each branch of Qianji Pavilion is a huge institution, and its external appearance is a different building. The Qianji Pavilion that Baopingfang visited last time is a three-story building with red walls, green columns and glazed tiles, like
The emperor's palace.
The Qianji Pavilion we came to this time had a pastoral style, with a fence surrounding the courtyard, and a large door frame made of wood and thatch that was only large enough for two people to enter side by side.
There is a well in the fenced yard, a vegetable field, and a kennel in the field. There are several kennels, and the sleek dogs patrol the vegetable field.
A passage with solid soil, more than ten meters long, leads straight to the house made of logs. The door is open, and there are lights flickering inside the door, so the details cannot be seen clearly.
The two stood in front of the wooden door.
Shui Xin: "What do you see?"
"Formation. These fences are not simple. Anyone who doesn't enter through the gate is waiting to be poked into a sieve."
"Yes. This wooden door is the only living door."
Hu Qing: "The fields inside are also formations, and those dogs are definitely not ordinary dogs. It is indeed Qianji Pavilion. It looks crude and simple, but in fact it is full of murderous intent. This formation battle is not like doing business, but like inviting you to enter the urn."
So murderous.
"Are you coming in?" Shui Xin asked her.
Hu Qing: "Come in. The door is open. The door to the room inside is also open. It's obviously open for business."
After saying that, she looked at the street. She didn't know what this place was originally, but when Qianji Pavilion fell, it became integrated with the surrounding ground, as if it had originally grown here. Ordinarily, Qianji Pavilion, with such a big name, came here.
On the first day, even if it was night, there should be people coming to watch the excitement. Why is there no one in this area?
It seemed like everyone was walking around on purpose.
Hu Qingxin said, I am a serious customer, a serious buyer, what should I be afraid of?
He raised his thigh, stepped in with one foot, and landed on the ground.
Shui Xin's mouth twitched: "It's not necessary to take such a big step."
If you take a longer step, it will become a split.
Hu Qing coughed, then followed her with her feet, and stood there. There was no sound and nothing happened. The dog looked at her curiously in the field.
Shui Xin walked past her: "Let's go quickly. Next time we come during the day, it will be too scary at night."
Well, he had already sensed something, and he restrained his aura again and again. This was the location of his home, and he absolutely couldn't expose it, lest he wouldn't be able to earn a living in the future.
Shui Xin walked very fast, and Hu Qing trotted to catch up: "Hey, wait for me."
After a distance of more than ten meters, Shui Xin reached the doorstep without hesitation.
Hu Qing followed and walked in, complaining about why the threshold was so high.
Well, it's actually not high, about thirty centimeters. But her house doesn't have a threshold, and there's no threshold for entering and exiting the mission hall. It's just that a strip of wood or stone or something of different colors is embedded at the threshold. This kind of formal
The old threshold is really rare.
Crossed over.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and after blinking, the dim light became brighter, and the field of vision was the same as during the day.
A man was standing behind the old counter, holding a pen and writing something. At this moment, he looked up and raised his red lips: "We are so brave to come to the door in the middle of the night."
Hu Qing looked at it and was stunned. This man looked so handsome. She had seen many handsome men, but this one seemed different. She wanted to take a second look.
Shui Xin smiled: "No wonder no customers come to the door. It turns out the boss is a ghost cultivator."
Ghost cultivator?
Hu Qing was startled and looked at the man carefully. His face was as white as powder, his lips were orange-red, his eyebrows were long and his eyes were black. He didn't look like a ghost. But he did have an aura that she couldn't describe.
Well, she has never seen a ghost cultivator, nor has she seen a ghost!
The man smiled, put down his pen, and walked out from the counter. Dressed in a light yellow coat, the faint scent of flowers loomed as he walked.
Hu Qing's nose twitched. She had never smelled this fragrance before. It smelled very good.
Seeing this, the man said: "This is Lanpoxiang, which has the effect of fixing the soul. If you need it, I can sell you some."
Hu Qing said: "Okay, if the price is right, I will buy more."
She thought simply, the thing that fixes the soul must be a good thing. If you don't need it now, you may not need it in the future. Buy it and keep it.
The man choked. He meant to make fun of him. How could he deserve such pleasure?
Shui Xin was helpless and explained to her: "Lanpoxiang can only be used by dead souls, not living people."
Hu Qing suddenly realized: "Then - I'll buy less, just in case I need it later."
She looked directly at Shui Xin, "The newspaper delivery business you are engaged in is quite dangerous."
Shui Xin: ".Then I'll buy some too."
The man was really speechless. It seemed that the guests who came in the evening were indeed unusual. Two living people were buying things for the dead.
"Little devil."
What?
"my name."
Oh, code name.
Hu Qing: "Boss kid, we want to buy twelve mirrors. Two copies." She raised two fingers.
The kid opened the curtain next to the counter and went inside.
Hu Qing sat on the long wooden bench next to the square wooden table in the room. There were several sets of such wooden tables and wooden benches. The layout was so simple that it was perfunctory. Hu Qing looked around it several times, but there was nothing interesting. Finally,
Stare at that curtain.
"A Hundred Ghosts Walk at Night." Shui Xin said, "What is painted on this curtain is A Hundred Ghosts Walk at Night."
Hu Qing didn't notice it, but she saw clumps of black like ink splashed on randomly. The curtain was stale blue, and the warp and weft were not too thin, like homespun cloth.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, the kid came out with two boxes, sat opposite them, opened them, and found twelve mirrors inside.
It looks the same as Hu Nuan's.
"How much?"
"Five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
The price is the same as what I heard before.
Hu Qing took out the spirit stone and then remembered: "Can I get a discount? It's your first day in Baopingfang. Is there any grand opening bonus?"
The kid looked at her, suddenly laughed, and pointed at the table: "You have already taken out the spiritual stones, and you are negotiating the price with me?"
Can you still find a second store to buy twelve mirrors?
Hu Qingtan said: "Try it, try it."
The kid laughed and his shoulders shook: "Okay. I'll give you Lanpoxiang."
Hearing that there were gifts, Hu Qing became happy and immediately pushed the spirit stones over: "Then give us more."
The kid stretched out his hand to cover the spirit stone. His porcelain-white fingers were like bamboo, too beautiful to be true.
Hu Qing couldn't help but stare, and looked at Shui Xin again.
Shui Xin rolled her eyes to the side.
"The count is correct." The kid was curious: "Why did you pay the money and not him?"
Hu Qing was silent for a moment: "Because, I raise him."
Two dots of green light immediately ignited in the kid's eyes, and his eyebrows were raised high: "Because he is good-looking?"
Hu Qing stared into his eyes: "There is green light in your eyes, it really is."
The kid waved his hand: "This is called the fire of gossip. You will have it when you die."
Hu Qing: "."
"Hey, you haven't said it yet. You raised him because he looks good?"
Hu Qing thought for a while, if Shui Xin didn't have such a skin, she really might not take him in. Okay, I'm a Yangou, I admit it.
So, she nodded.
The kid suddenly laughed, moved his buttocks and sat closer to Hu Qing, pointing his beautiful finger at his face.
