So tourists came outside the house, and the engine car parked directly opposite the gate. The two of them sat side by side in the car, raising the curtain and watching for a long time.
Not much to see.
There are not many new houses that are twenty years old. The exquisite craftsmanship of the craftsmen is as new as ever. The steps, doors and walls are still elegant. At first glance, there is a sense of story that has not been settled over time.
About how they feel, let Hu Qing put it in words - copycat.
The Master of Sundial Pavilion paid attention to Chunluo's expression and saw that she was serious about Gujing Wubo and still looked bored. This confirmed that she didn't care about the past at all.
"Let's go and look around."
Chunluo didn't make a sound, but thought of something: "By the way, Chunlie knows the owner of this new house. In the past, when Chunlie didn't know about his life experience, he was almost killed. Oh, it's in Baopingfang.
In the Yunyu Forest outside, that woman saved him. By some strange combination of circumstances, he bought this place and built a home. It was such a wonderful fate. I guess Chun Lie was just looking for her to play with."
Master of Dial Pavilion: "Oh? There is still this matter. Then should we come to thank him? After all, you are his sister and his parent."
"Forget it. Baopingfang is probably still looking for the murderer of the Chun family. Besides, my reputation is not good, so it's better not to disturb her."
She is not an upright character in the world of monks. She is not popular with good people even if everyone calls her out.
As soon as the locomotive turned around, the two of them went to play somewhere else.
Hu Qing didn't know that she almost had a visitor at night. She was meditating in the refining room, but she was practicing the Spring God Technique. She penetrated her spiritual consciousness from the earth fire, and the invisible spiritual consciousness divided into bunches and followed the flames.
The road goes underground, and when it encounters a forked place, they spread out and conduct their own reconnaissance.
Fire, she needs good fire, good fire without fire poison, maybe it can be found from the ground.
I had no idea what was going on outside.
Hu Huahua, on the other hand, slept with his back stretched out on his big bed. He turned over when the locomotive stopped opposite the gate, and turned over again when the locomotive left.
Well, a good night without sleep makes me really busy.
Oh, no, ghosts only practice at night - so why come to the front door of his house? They are still busy.
The machine car carried the two of them around Baopingfang. Chunluo slowly recalled some of the scenery in the past, and gradually became interested. He pointed and introduced to his sweetheart, talking and smiling more.
"After this bridge, there is the mortal area. I came here often when I was a child. Only here do children look up to me with envy and jealousy." Chunluo recalled his childish behavior as a child without feeling embarrassed at all: "Those mortals who cannot cultivate
Children. Only when facing them do I feel superior."
Then when I was bullied, I told myself over and over again: I am also a monk, and I will compare all of you in the future.
At that time, she could not have imagined that instead of outcompeting everyone, she would kill them all.
She tilted her head slightly and squinted her eyes, and finally nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I killed all the children from the Chun family who bullied me, and I didn't spare any of them. Even those who were married, I found and killed them."
She spoke murderous words easily, as if to say that she ate very cleanly and did not waste a grain of rice.
The Died Pavilion Master next to her did not think she was cruel, nor did he express any pity. She spoke lightly and he listened calmly.
I just couldn't help but asked her curiously: "What if you find that one is missing and you can't find it?"
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Chunluo didn't answer, but she couldn't help but pick her nails when she thought about that situation. Oh, that would really kill her.
Fortunately, not. Thank you to the Chun family for keeping their children and grandchildren close together and not marrying far away. Thank God.
When the two of them arrived in the mortal area, there was actually nothing to see. Most places were dark. It was far less lively than the monks' place. Mortals had limited energy and physical strength, and most of them still maintained the habit of rising at sunrise and resting at sunset. At this time
, it’s the time when sleep is thickening.
But there are also people wandering around late at night, some working hard, some having fun, and there are food stalls.
A food stall selling fried dough sticks and soy milk.
With Huo Linggen around, there was no need to worry about the insulation of the fried dough sticks and soy milk. The products Hu Zhuo gave him were kept at the best tasting temperature, and he would not go back until they were sold out.
Some of them have been sold, but there are still a lot left. I estimate that if I wait until dawn and sell them earlier, I will be able to sell almost all of them.
He didn't feel sorry for himself. Seeing that no one came to serve him soy milk, he ate the fried dough sticks until his face was shiny.
In this gloomy night, the moon disappeared without knowing where, and the candlelight behind the transparent cover was dim. The handsome young man eating without grace looked particularly attractive, tempting others to want a piece of the same food.
The locomotive stopped not far away. The two of them got off and walked over. Chunluo whispered: "It looks like a kind of food I ate when I was a child, but it looks different."
When Hu Zhuo saw someone coming this way, he quickly put away what he was using and showed a friendly and lucky smile: "Your Majesty——"
The Master of the Sundial Pavilion was surprised when he looked at him, and then he was delighted: "Please sit down, please sit down."
The master of Sundial Pavilion understood: "Have you been to Qianji Pavilion?"
Hu Zhuo nodded repeatedly: "Soy milk fried dough sticks, two portions to go. Please wait a moment, I have some stir-fry here, I'll be here soon."
There were three small tables in total, and the two of them chose one to sit down. The young man with long hands and legs who looked at the energy brought them two large bowls of soy milk and two small baskets of fried dough sticks. He then took out the small stove and put the pot on it.
A table brought out vegetables, meat, eggs and various condiments.
Use a bang bang bang knife to chop the meat, then shred the meat while the oil is hot.
The Master of Dial Pavilion looked at him in surprise: "How come you, a monk, go to a place where mortals live to do this? How many spirit beads can you earn? These ingredients are all good, so I'm afraid you will lose money."
Hu Zhuo swung the frying spoon and smiled at him: "I do it occasionally, I do it occasionally."
The Master of the Dial Pavilion nodded, that was because he was seeking enlightenment. Many monks like to gain enlightenment under the lights of thousands of families.
But this young man doesn't look very old, and he realizes life a little early.
Hu Zhuo quickly cooked up two side dishes and placed them respectfully in front of the two of them. He then nodded and bowed, smiling from ear to ear.
Chunluo looked at him and was deeply stimulated by his admiring eyes. Ever since she came to Baopingfang, her man has been coveted by a group of men!
I took a bite of the fried dough sticks. They were crispy yet soft and tender. After chewing them for a few times, my mouth was filled with fragrance.
The master of Dial Pavilion smiled and said: "Young boss wants to treat you?"
Hu Zhuo smiled like a rotten flower: "I'll treat you, I'll treat you. Oh no, I'll treat you to the side dishes. You still have to pay for the fried dough sticks and soy milk. Thank you for your patronage, two spiritual stones."
The Master of the Dial Pavilion laughed out loud.
Chunluo was unhappy. She had only left Baopingfang for a few years. The prices were unreasonable.
"You sell snacks in the mortal area to collect spirit stones? How many mortals use spirit stones?"
When she was eating, she took off her veil. This guy definitely didn't recognize her anyway. Her face was so straight now, it was scary.
Hu Zhuo made a sound and patted his head: "Wrong, twenty spirit beads."
