Three poles high in the sun, the earth evaporates and twists and turns on this dry land.
There is no one on the land. Looking up, this cracked land is like a huge steamer, with smoke almost coming out from the top.
In the arid land, there is still an inn, standing there quietly.
Inside the inn, Song Yin was sitting quietly, sitting across from Gong Mingle. On the table, there was a pot of water and a pair of Go playing chess.
Snapped.
Song Yin held the white stone and landed on one star on the chessboard, turning the entire chessboard into white's advantage. Then he smiled and said, "Mr. Gong, I accept the concession."
"Fellow Daoist Song has superb chess skills, and I am no match for him." Gong Mingle shook his head with a smile.
Lingdang stood behind Song Yin. Seeing that he won, she clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Senior brother is so awesome!"
At this time, Wang Qi appeared from the back room, carrying a plate of braised meat and vegetables, and said excitedly: "Senior brother, please try my craftsmanship!"
Gao Sishu, who was leaning against the door, glanced at Wang Qizheng's pot and said nothing, only glancing out the door from time to time.
And inside the counter, Zhang Feixuan was playing with a silver ingot, not knowing what he was thinking.
They have been here for three days.
The originally destroyed inn was restored by the senior brother with great magic power and turned into a temporary residence.
And the things inside are naturally owned by them.
There were pigs, beef and mutton in the kitchen. Song Yin was disgusted and naturally destroyed them, as was the well that could produce water. In this inn, no other direction was found, but some money and jewelry were found.
This money is really different from what they used in Daqian. The aura on it is also very strange. In addition to resentment, there are other strange things.
Zhang Feixuan thought that Song Yin was going to destroy such things, but he didn't expect that his senior brother actually kept them.
In the words of the senior brother, even though this thing is still useful, we cannot rush to destroy it just because it is used for evil purposes. What we need to think about is how to solve the birth of the money, rather than simply destroying the money.
They are now in the midst of evil. Even if they want to be destroyed, they can only be destroyed after the evil is destroyed.
So the money came into the hands of Zhang Feixuan and the others.
Money is a good thing, and this time they can really feel it intuitively.
The power contained in silver money can make people feel that their cultivation level is increasing day by day just by carrying it with them. As long as they want, the money can work.
It's not about absorbing money, it's just about putting money on their bodies. Even if it's not on their bodies, as long as the money 'belongs' to them, they can use this as an excuse to practice.
As long as they want.
But no one dares to do this.
Although money is good, life is more important.
They found twenty taels of silver and thirty-three copper coins from this inn. Although everyone divided them, no one dared to use them for practice. They usually just used them for fun like Zhang Feixuan.
They don't care about it either. In terms of talent, they already surpass many people, and they don't have any greed for it.
It's useless, my senior brother is watching over there.
The remaining pieces of jewelry are quite interesting.
Zhang Feixuan found a hairpin. It was well made and had some strange features.
This hairpin has a fragrance. If someone wears it, it seems to increase body fragrance. When the head of the hairpin sways, it can also attract people's attention, creating a compelling feeling.
Senior brother said that this thing was made with the power of money. Although there is no resentment, if there is no money, this thing cannot be made. It has the same origin as money, and is made of the miserable blood and tears of mortals. .
But senior brother didn't destroy it either. Since they are all from the same source, they should be kept.
"Thank you, Third Junior Brother."
Seeing Wang Qi bringing the dishes, Song Yin flicked his sleeves and made the chessboard disappear.
Wang Qizheng took out a big bowl, poured a bowl of rice eagerly, and placed the stewed vegetables and rice on the table, "Brother, please try it."
"No, third child, where is ours?" Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but ask.
Wang Qizheng gave him a sideways glance, "You don't know how to go to the kitchen to serve food by yourself? Why, do I still have to wait on you?"
Zhang Feixuan: "..."
"OK!"
When they come to the Central Plains, they have to eat three meals a day. Their feelings here are no different from ordinary people. If they don't eat, they will be hungry, and if they don't drink, they will be thirsty.
Fortunately, Wang Qizheng brought the ingredients. He didn't bring much food, but he brought a lot of spices and seasonings.
Food can be taken immediately, and I didn’t think too much about it at the time. Who knew this was the rule in the Central Plains? I just wanted to satisfy my appetite occasionally. Ingredients are everywhere. If you have them, cook them. If you don’t have them, just cook them.
At this point, it was really necessary to have three meals a day. Wang Qizheng had no choice but to take out the few food. Since there was enough seasoning, he might as well make braised vegetables.
Of course, his cooking skills are beyond words.
When he came to the Central Plains, Wang Qizheng became an indispensable part. In the past few days, he had to rely on him alone to cook and provide food and drink for everyone.
Of course Zhang Feixuan is not angry anymore. No matter how much he slanders, he doesn't dare to be angry.
Although Wang Qizheng didn't dare to do that with his senior brother here, what if, if he was annoyed, he secretly spit in their food?
They all taste the same. Who can feel this?
After a few days, no one offended Wang Qizheng, and even the arrogance became less.
Moreover, in this Central Plains, Wang Qizheng's days of doing things may still be long, at least they would not dare to touch Zhao's food.
Although they are all for 'people' to eat, they are different from person to person.
Can other people's "persons" be the same as their "persons"?
"Senior brother."
Suddenly, Gao Sishu, who was watching at the door, made a sound.
This made Zhang Feixuan, who was about to go to the kitchen, stop and subconsciously look out the door.
The fourth child is usually silent. In fact, he doesn't have the temperament to say anything. He used to be alone in the tomb and didn't look for anyone to talk to. He only talked more when he was afraid of being tricked.
But since returning to the Golden Immortal Sect, he has become less silent and focuses on participation.
But if the dull gourd makes a sound, it will usually be a big deal.
He was watching at the door.
Sure enough, Zhang Feixuan looked at the door and felt something was wrong.
Looking out from the door, all that can be seen is the endless cracked earth and the dust and sand raised by the wind, forming a hazy scene of yellow sand like a heavy fog.
In this scenery, there are three figures, standing still, but getting closer and closer.
They stood still because Zhang Feixuan did not see them move. As they got closer and closer, even though they stood still, the figures of these individuals were obviously expanding.
Someone is coming!
Nine times out of ten, they are from the government!
(End of chapter)
