After leaving Qianbin Building, Yue Jinghua went to the horse and carriage shop in Duchang, Boluo City. Salman had to entrust Duchang to find the ancient egg of the mysterious beast.
The extremely simple carriages and horses were traveling on the noisy streets, as faint as a speck of dust under the scorching sun. It did not attract much attention. No one knew that behind it would be a place of materialistic desires.
The horse stall was filled with the smell of horses and the shouts of the waiters one after another, making it very noisy.
Taking out the two-star Danxuan card that symbolized the identity of the dimple field, Yue Jinghua waved his hand in front of the dozing old shopkeeper of the carriage and horse shop. The old shopkeeper's cloudy old eyes were a little brighter.
Jinghua invited him into the compartment inside the carriage shop.
The noise and the stench from outside were all blocked out. Yue Jinghua explained the purpose of his visit, and the old shopkeeper showed a bit of embarrassment: "Acquisition of ancient mysterious beast eggs? This is difficult. There have been no ancient mysterious beast eggs in the market for several years.
Already."
Yue Jinghua was not surprised. The ancient eggs of mysterious beasts were hard to find, and she expected it. After asking the old shopkeeper to pay more attention, she stood up and left.
After sending Yue Jinghua out, the old shopkeeper closed the door and took out a porcelain bottle with a thin mouth and a long neck from his sleeve.
The material of the porcelain bottle is very similar to glass in the modern sense, transparent, with amber liquid sloshing inside.
After taking out the dripping water from the bottle, the old shopkeeper dropped the dripping water on the ground. The dripping water spread out on the ground as if it had legs, turning into a mirror the size of a dressing mirror.
Although it was a mirror, what appeared inside was not the figure of the old shopkeeper, but a young girl.
"Xiaoya, the customer that Mrs. Yao asked to pay attention to came to the door again. This time she wants to buy ancient mysterious beast eggs." The image and voice of the old shopkeeper of Boluo City passed through the water, and the person talking to him was Yue Jing.
Hua once met Xiaoya, one of the twin girls who gained the power of Zhenxuan Dan and advanced to the next level.
As one of the most mysterious organizations on the Eastern Continent, the method of delivering news is also different from the outside world.
The transmission medium used by the old shopkeeper and Xiaoya at this time is called Sound Mirror Spring, which is taken from Zimu Mirror Spring, one of the most famous spiritual springs in the Eastern Continent. This kind of spring, as long as you take two drops at will, you can travel ten miles away.
The place inside forms a sound mirror, allowing the holder to communicate freely.
The spring water can only circulate between the middle and high-rise buildings of Jingchang. Xiaoya is Mrs. Yao's personal maid, who specializes in taking care of this spring water. Every afternoon, she will follow Mrs. Yao's instructions and exchange news with the old shopkeeper of Boluo City.
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"Mysterious beast ancient egg?" Xiaoya pondered, and a strange color flashed across her eyes.
After Yue Jinghua left the carriage house, she changed her clothes and went to Yue Chen's residence first.
She promised Lierou to reply to Yue Minzhi, so she had to "reply" just to find someone to reply.
Yue Minzhi's letter did not mention Yue Chen, and there was not much affection between the two brothers. Yue Chen's origins were unknown, and he was young when he left Long Warring States, and his temperament was somewhat withdrawn, so it was inevitable that he would not be liked by his brother.
You can't fight a tiger without your brothers, not to mention that the Yue family is now very weak. After careful consideration, Yue Jinghua felt that it was necessary to consolidate the brother-sister relationship between the three of them.
After passing the corridor, Yue Jinghua heard a burst of children's sobs, which sounded like mosquito bites. The sound came from the flower bed that was half a person high.
In her previous life, Yue Xiaoqi was most afraid of three things: children crying, women gossiping, and men not counting their words. She wanted to send Xiao Zhengtai Yue Chen another day, but her eyes were too sharp and she caught a glimpse of what was in front of Yue Chen.
Yue Chen was crying sadly, her face was covered with tears, and she was holding a flowerpot in her hand.
With two more feet in front of her, Yue Chen hurriedly stopped crying and raised her head. The first thing she saw was a graceful figure.
After seeing the person clearly, Xiao Zhengtai's expression changed drastically. After experiencing the last street incident and Hong Ling's incident, Yue Jinghua's image in Yue Chen's mind has been completely changed.
He hurriedly wiped his face with the back of his chubby hand, but tears still rolled down his eyes like big glass balls, and he sniffed again and again.
Realizing that Yue Jinghua's eyes were glued to his hand, he hurriedly hid the flower pot in front of him behind him. Since he was small, the flower pot was about half a person tall, so it was more obvious to hide it.
Hidden behind Yue Chen is the pot of flowers. The leaves are as green as jasper, and there are more than ten flowers blooming on the leaf clusters. Each flower is the size of a fist. From a distance, it looks like a blazing fire.
"Jiu Yan Shao," it really took no effort to get it, and a name already popped into Yue Jinghua's mind.
In her arms, she still carried a few herbs sent by the Dingchang delivered by Xieyu to refine the second medicine, but the only missing ingredient was Jiuyanshao.
Jiuchang did not find Jiuyanshao, but helped collect all the information related to Jiuyanshao. Mrs. Yao did a favor and gave it to Yue Jinghua.
How could the Jiu Yan Shao, which is said to only grow in the Jiuzhou River, end up in Yue Chen’s hands?
"No, Jiu Yan, it's Ba Yan," a green voice spat out from Yue Chen's mouth, "It's not Jiu Yan, it has failed." After saying that, his little mouth flattened again, but he was
After hearing Yue Jinghua announce Yan Shao's name, her big eyes became a little more happy, and her movements to hide behind her became much slower.
Yue Chen has been autistic since he was a child and seldom speaks. He also refuses to go to the metaphysical academy to study. He only likes to hide in the yard and play with flowers and plants. Unfortunately, there is no one around him to study with him.
Lierou felt pity for his poor life, so she bought a large number of exotic flowers and plants for him according to his temperament.
Earlier, "Yue Jinghua" felt that a boy could only play with flowers and plants, and spiritual flowers and plants were expensive. She felt very disgusted with Yue Chen and would never take the initiative to visit Yue Chen's flowers, plants and trees.
Not to mention taking the initiative to talk to Yue Chen.
Following the habit of female spies, Yue Jinghua would go through any information she got.
According to the information, Yan Shao is an ordinary flower of the fire genus. In terms of grade, it can only be regarded as a very ordinary flower. The "Yan" in the flower name refers to the flame-shaped petals of Yan Shao.
"Yan" means how many petals a flower has.
The Yan Shao of Five, Six and Seven Flames are ordinary flowers and are not uncommon on the market. But as long as the Yan Shao reaches the Eight Flames or even the Nine Flames, its grade will be directly promoted from the mortal grade to the spiritual grade. This way
Yanshao is rarely seen on the market.
"Ba Yan Shao is already very impressive. Did your mother buy this pot of peony in your hand?" Yue Jinghua also knew that she had asked this question many times. Even the Eight Yan Shao with eight petals was in the Shang Dynasty.
It is also rare and valuable. It is impossible for Lierou to buy this precious pot of peony, so there can only be one explanation.
"Buy it, Liu Yan," Yue Chen didn't have many opportunities to talk to people on weekdays, and he didn't speak very fluently.
"You planted it into Eight Flames? Does anyone else know about this?" Yue Jinghua put her hand on her chest to calm the turmoil in her heart.
Xiao Zhengtai nodded, and then shook his head.
"You planted everything in the yard?" Yue Jinghua looked at Nanxiang again. Every plant and tree here, if you look closely, each one is similar to the exotic flowers and plants planted in Liejiabao. To a layman,
They look almost the same.
The last time Yue Jinghua came here, she didn't take a closer look.
Now when I took a closer look, I immediately regained my contempt.
Seeing it may not be true, Yue Jinghua quietly used her mental power to explore the courtyard.
Every flower and plant here has undergone earth-shaking changes after being planted by Yue Chen, and has transformed from ordinary to spiritual. Among them is the transformation of the eight-flame peony in Yue Chen's hand.
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"Lend me this potted flower for one night," Yue Jinghua already had an idea in mind.
"No," Yue Chen became nervous and shook his head like a rattle. It was a potted flower that he had put a lot of thought into. Even if it didn't succeed, he couldn't give it away casually.
"How about you lend me one night and I'll give you a pot of Jiuyan peony in the morning? It's just for one night, otherwise." Yue Jinghua's eyes were blazing, and her red lips, which were more eye-catching than fire, opened and closed, showing kindness and power at the same time, which was extremely resemblance.
The weird guy holding a lollipop to coax the little Lolita.
"No, no, no, think of me as a child," Xiao Zhengtai's face turned red and his cheeks bulged, showing both resentment and shyness.
Yue Jinghua, who knew nothing about growing flowers and plants, dared to say that she could perfect the Eight Flames into the Nine Flames. This was impossible. However, her voice was so pleasant that it made his brain buzz and his tongue became knotted.
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"If you don't agree, I will pull out all the flowers and plants in your yard." Another slap on the forehead made the young lady hurriedly hug her forehead, which was smoother than a white jade porcelain vase.
He protected his upper body and neglected his lower body. This action gave Yue Jinghua an opportunity to snatch the flowerpot over.
"You, you, are bullying people," Yue Chen said anxiously, her whole neck and face turned red.
"Just bullying you," Yue Jinghua said. The little Zhengtai, who was so short-handed and short-handed, kept 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."
Inside, I changed my clothes, washed up, and took up a pen to write a letter to my eldest brother Yue Minzhi. Remember to write a longer letter. Once you have written it, you can come to me with a letter in exchange for flowers tomorrow morning. It’s settled,” he said.
She stretched out her jade palm, which was as white as jade, and struck Yue Chen's small palm.
After a crisp click, the girl's figure shuttled through the flowers like the shadow of a butterfly: "Remember from now on, the son of the Yue family will shed tears if he bleeds, so don't cry anymore."
Yue Chen stared blankly at his palms, and after a long while, he muttered: "Scoundrel," which was a neat sentence without any stammering.