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The middle-aged man said, "Master, do you still want to go out in such heavy snow?"
"It's snowing that makes you sentimental. I made an appointment with Ruyan to enjoy the snow and listen to the flute. How can I break the appointment?"
"But what to do about Miss Shui? The head of the family likes her very much. After all, the love of the ancestors is still there."
"Never mind her. She's cold. You can only look at her but not touch her. I'm too lazy to serve her. Stop talking nonsense."
The middle-aged man retreated in dismay. Not long after, a gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the door. After Wen Ya Nei got on the carriage, the carriage meandered westward.
The carriage was driving half a stick of incense, and Xu Yi, who had turned into a snowman, moved. Instead of chasing the carriage in the direction it was going, he detoured to another street.
Xu Yi acted very cautiously. He had sense and roughly knew the direction. It was not difficult to track a carriage from a long distance.
Sure enough, not long after, the carriage appeared in Xu Yi's perception again.
When Xu Yi wiped away from the carriage, he had already taken off his linen clothes. He was wearing an upright green suit and a deep bamboo hat. He strode into the five-story Yihongyuan in front of him.
Under his mother's attentive greetings, Xu Yi casually selected a girl and climbed up towards the embroidery building, making the girl giggle and say, "Death sign, why are you so anxious!"
When we reached the fourth floor, we were stopped by two brothel thugs, who bluntly said that only high-profile guests could stay here.
Xu Yi took a shot of a hundred-gold ticket, and the two thugs were knocked unconscious immediately. They helped Xu Yi open Room A, No. 4, shouting and cheering.
As soon as they entered the house, the girl had no time to say anything as she was pinched by Xu Yi on the back of her neck and passed out.
Xu Yi threw the girl on the bed, walked straight to the west wall, stretched out his hands, and the wall broke with the sound. The literary office on the other side of the wall was overlapped with smoke, lingering in one place, and he was shocked when he heard the sound. &1;&;
Before Wen Yanei could recover, he was grabbed by a big hand that broke through the wall, struck the back of the head with a palm, and passed out. A burst of true energy was released. Press on the Ruyan Dazhui point, and the whole world becomes peaceful.
Prick Wen Yameni's finger and pinch it hard, and thick blood comes out. Drop into a sealed porcelain bottle.
He stuffed a Hui Yuan Dan into Wen Ya Nei's mouth, leaving a wound on his finger. It didn't take long for it to return to its original state.
Half an hour later, Wen Yanei woke up and jumped up. The surroundings are ordinary, and the finances are also quite large. It's inexplicably harmless at all.
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When Xu Yi returned to Zimoxuan, the shop was almost empty. Yuan Qinghua is directing the new apprentices to move.
Fatty Shen, who was dressed in fiery red brocade clothes, and Shopkeeper Luo, who had a white beard. She was accompanying Yuan Qinghua and arguing with several others in a rather heated tone.
I saw Xu Yi from a distance. Yuan Qinghua quickly ended the debate, and the other people left in dismay.
However, Yuan Qinghua attracted two shopkeepers, Shen and Luo, to enter the shop first, followed by Xu Yi.
It turns out that Xu Yi told Yuan Qinghua that the news that he was still in Shenjing must be kept secret.
After all, Lu Shanren had explained and announced to the outside world that he was sent out of Beijing on a mission.
If he showed up grandly in Shenjing, wouldn't he be putting Lu Shanren in danger?
As soon as Xu Yifang entered the shop, Yuan Qinghua revealed his identity and asked shopkeeper Shen. Shopkeeper Luo hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Now Xu Yi's identity is no small matter, and his reputation as a poet and poet has spread throughout the Shenjing.
At the same time, Xu Yi newly obtained an auction license and was on the rise again. As soon as Yuan Qinghua invited him, the two agreed. &1;&;
At this moment, he followed Yuan Qinghua and called Xu Yi the proprietor.
"Xu is very happy that the two of you can join us. We will be a family from now on. Whatever requirements we have, whether it is public or private, Xu will do his best if he can. As for the remuneration, we will double the original salary of the two of you. Now you two will help Lao Yuan to build up the new store and strive to get the first shot..."
Xu Yi's words were very brief, but very sincere. Shen and Luo were just low-level people in Shenjing. They were very grateful to be valued by adults like Xu Yi, and they were treated favorably. All they had to do was swear an oath to heaven.
Later, Xu Yi asked about the situation of the new store. Yuan Qinghua said, the few people who came just now are the owners of several big stores. They came to us to discuss cooperation, but the price offered was not suitable. They treated us as rookies. I thought we didn't know the value of an auction license plate, so I beat him up.
Shopkeepers Shen and Luo also came out to support, saying that with the license in hand, it would not be difficult to become successful.
Xu Yi said a few more polite words and led Yuan Qinghua to the new store for a look.
The newly selected store is located on Shenwu Street. It is a two-story building that is antique and quite spectacular.
When Xu Yi arrived with Yuan Qinghua and others, a group of people in the house were busy organizing, and Xia Zimo was directing two handymen to hang up the signboard.
The signboard from the Alchemy Hall, with its own small formation, the three characters Zimoxuan, glowing with a strange brilliance, gathering and scattering, very eye-catching.
Xu Yi said hello, and Xia Zimo turned around, his eyes filled with inexplicable sadness.
Today, Xia Zimo changed his attire. A green cloak wrapped the man tightly, and the collar around his neck was tied up. He was like an ordinary person, trying his best to cope with the severe cold.
It was just a face that became more and more delicate and beautiful. In Xu Yi's impression, only Xue Zihan was so beautiful. Compared to Xia Zimo in front of him, she was less heart-thumping.
The clouds on the horizon are getting thicker and thicker, and the north wind is howling, turning the dead grass and flowers into a pile. When the wind falls, they scatter in all directions. &1;&;
The atmosphere was very strange, no one spoke, Xu Yi and Xia Zimo walked side by side, walking slowly in the splendid palace.
Passing through one city after another, and almost approaching the city wall, the buildings in front of us are sparse, the roads are deserted, and the forests are dense. The vast whiteness is so white that it is intoxicating.
From walking straight at noon to hanging down in the dusk field, Xu Yi gradually adapted to the silence and began to enjoy it.
Inadvertently, we arrived at Baqiao, a lonely short bridge that was somewhat broken. Sleeping in the melancholy wind, the broken body next to the water was extremely desolate.
Xia Zimo finally stopped and said, "Xu Yi, am I going to travel far away?"
"How far?"
"I don't know yet. It's far away anyway."
"Could it be that the ancient tomb has appeared again? Give me two days and go with you."
"This is our Yinshan Sect's business, and my senior brothers will definitely not allow it."
"How long will it take to go?"
"It should take a long time."
"Can't you just go?"
"I have to go."
"Okay, no matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you! There is a sound transmission ball here. You can keep it. If there is a crisis, you can always find me."
Xia Zimo took the sound transmission ball, his eyes finally settled on Xu Yi's face, his lips opened, and he stretched out his hand to touch Xu Yi's face. The black and soft mink fur gloves touched Xu Yi's skin and burst into tears.
At this moment, hundreds of feet high in the sky, Xiao Fuchen was sitting astride a vulture and sneered, "It's as stupid as a pig and doesn't know that death is coming."
A few feet away, the butler sitting astride the other vulture urged, "The Marquis spent one hundred thousand gold, but he only bought these three hours of air control authority. The time is almost up. Send the two of them on their way to help them. Under the nine springs, we become mandarin ducks with the same destiny."
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