The stall owners in Brunei Street, especially Zhou Shu, were full of gratitude to Yang Zimei. They felt that she was indeed a disciple of Song Xuan. She was a kind-hearted person. Looking at her graceful back, she suddenly felt that she was extremely beautiful.
The greatness and righteousness.
In fact, Yang Zimei got an advantage and behaved well!
She not only helped Zhou Shushu, allowing him to avoid the tragedy of his previous life, but also allowed herself to obtain the iron tower with mysterious induction, which further established her glorious image of a kind person. She killed three birds with one stone, why not do it?
Woolen cloth?
When she came to Mo Xuan, what she saw was still the warm picture of harmonious music and instruments, and her heart felt warm.[
"Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei——"
She held the small iron tower in her palm, walked in, and shouted sweetly.
"Why is it so early today, Xiaomei?" Song Xuan saw it, and there was a glimmer of light in his gentle eyes.
"I just have nothing to do today, so come over and see Sister Qingmei early." Yang Zimei looked at Lin Qingmei's beautiful face. On the surface, she couldn't see anything strange, and her complexion was fine, but there was a bit of black evil between her eyebrows.
Condensed, with her heavenly eyes, she could vaguely see the evil spirit smiling strangely and sinisterly at her.
"Thank you, Xiaomei -" Lin Qingmei looked at the copper coin sword in her hand with joy, "Xiaomei, do you want to help me exorcise evil spirits?"
"The time has not come yet." Yang Zimei looked at the small iron tower in his hand and said, "Because we are not sure, we have to keep this Qiankun Magic Sword for a while longer."
"Well, it's okay, take your time." Lin Qingmei was open-minded, "Sister, I believe you can do it."
Looking at Lin Qingmei's demure face, Yang Zimei nodded.
Song Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw the small iron tower in her hand, "Xiao Mei, have you found something good again? Let me see."
"I don't know if it's a good thing. Mr. Song, you have good eyesight. Please help me see if I can find something good this time." Yang Zimei also wanted to know what happened to the small iron tower in her hand that gave her a strange feeling.
What's the origin?
Song Xuan took the small iron tower over, looked at it carefully, frowned, then took out a magnifying glass to check carefully, and used some special water to wipe a small corner...
"Xiaomei——"
Song Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't find anything special about this thing. If nothing else, it's just an old handicraft with no collection value."
Seeing Song Xuan say this, Yang Zimei was a little disappointed. Originally, she had hoped that he would see something.
Indeed, if she didn't look at this little iron tower with her clairvoyance, she wouldn't be able to tell that it was special at all.
"What are you going to do with this thing?" Song Xuan asked Yang Zimei while looking at the small iron tower.
"Well, from the perspective of antiques, it has no value, but I can use it to make utensils, so it is considered a treasure." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
Song Xuan looked at her and didn't say much. Instead, he took out a black wooden box from the counter, put the small iron tower in it, and handed it back to Yang Zimei.
"Thank you Mr. Song."[
Yang Zimei was touched by his meticulousness. He looked at Lin Qingmei and found that she was holding a mirror again, but it was just an ordinary mirror, not the phoenix weeping blood.
However, looking at the way she looked in the mirror, there was a bit of irritation on her gentle face, as if she felt like she couldn't find her roots.
"Sister Qingmei always wants to look in the mirror?" Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I hid the bronze mirror of the Phoenix Weeping Blood in the safe. Who would have known that she would smash something into the safe last night? She looked restless and turned into a completely different person. I couldn't find it.
She looked in the bronze mirror, so she anxiously went to look in other mirrors. After looking in it a few times, she calmed down a little. It was normal during the day, but she only had to look in it occasionally."