The mule demon Luo Xiafeng raised his hand, took a sip of wine slowly, and then smiled:

"Of course there are important things, but the cause and effect are long. In addition, knowing too much is not a good thing for you, and even I was not told the whole story."

"Fortunately, the order above is very accurate and the difficulty is small, so we don't even have to come forward in person."

He deliberately kept it a secret, but even Zhu Chunhua and He Qiuyue began to be curious.

After holding a piece of sauce and putting it in his mouth and eating it, Luo Xiafeng said indifferently:

"There are several demoted officials in the court who are about to pass here. You can hire some warriors to intercept them, and don't take action yourself. Overall, this task is not difficult."

"It is said that there are critics of the Jianghu people who spontaneously become their guards. They are all ordinary warriors. If you find more good players, you will naturally win. Just try your best to cause damage this time. If you have the result, you will win. After all, it is not only ours in the future."

A few people quickly remembered it.

At this time, the corner was always low-key and had no presence. Lu Yangcheng's coachman suddenly spoke and asked, "I don't know why the above was intercepting them?"

Luo Xiafeng waved his hand impatiently:

"It's too troublesome to say, just do it - it can be simply understood that the leader is the deadly hard-core among our enemies, and the rest are his accomplices, so just think about it this way."

"As for why we don't take action ourselves, we want to find mortal warriors, it is because the other party's official position is too high, and anyone will have any trace of attack, and practitioners are no exception."

"If found, it may disrupt the above plan. A mere exiled dog is not worth the risk we take."

Then, without waiting for the coachman to speak, he said:

"This time, the cave master has allocated some supplies to me. Since you are now divided into two parties, it is better to use these as rewards and make a peace bet."

"Oh? Please speak with the Commissioner Ro."

Song Hongye and Lu Yangcheng looked at each other, and then said to Luo Xiafeng.

Although they had just shook hands and made peace, they had been fighting for so many years and always held their breath to overwhelm each other. They had long been used to it. Now that the opportunity is in front of them, of course they will not miss it.

Luo Xiafeng reached into his arms, took out a jade box, and said to both sides: "There are three Qingming grasses in this place, which are very expensive and cannot be found for a thousand gold."

He gently untied the rope hook, opened the lid of the box, and displayed the herbs to those present. Inside the box were three black and green stems and leaves, dotted with fragments of red flowers, and tender herbs warmed by the jade box.

"For the two young masters, this herb can improve her cultivation and strengthen her body." Looking at the fiery eyes of Lu Chengyang and Song Hongye, Luo Xiafeng smiled, "Since it is a peaceful bet, of course, you can't take all the winners. In this way, one plant will be one plant first. As for the third plant, it will be handed over to Lao Zhu and Lao He for safekeeping. Whoever you completes the task better will be the herb."

After taking the clean wet towel beside him, Luo Xiafeng gently took out two plants and handed them to Lu Chengyang and Song Hongye respectively.

The two of them carefully took the herbs and looked at him with confused eyes.

Knowing that they didn't know how to use it, Luo Xiafeng smiled and said, "It's very simple to use. Just chew it with warm water and swallow it. Tea is fine." He pointed to the fine porcelain teapot on the table, which contained the tea used when the banquet was just waiting for it, and then added: "The medicine is not bitter, it's sweet."

As expected, they each poured a cup of tea, chewed the two herbs, and took them with tea.

Then, Lu Chengyang and Song Hongye immediately had surprises on their faces, and then they each made a pose, as if refining.

After a while, white mist appeared above Lu Chengyang's head and behind Song Hongye, looking like a freshly baked bun.

Luo Xiafeng closed the jade box with the remaining herb, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Zhu Chunhua and He Qiuyue, and said, "Please keep it and make a notarization."

Then he pulled a goose leg off the table, stood up and said:

"I have other things, thank you for your hospitality. This meal was so delicious. Well, let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and went out without looking back.

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Progress is actually a very mysterious feeling.

Unlike the cultivation becoming thicker as you accumulate, progress means progress, and one day I suddenly feel "Oh, I have made progress again."

If you have practice but no exams, then the progress brought by understanding cannot be quantified.

Fang Chang was just living leisurely or practicing leisurely in life.

Yunzhong Mountain is very vast, and the Xianqi Cliff is also very quiet, and no one comes to disturb him. Then this leisure becomes a little detached, which is very consistent with the way Fang Chang practices.

The five brick and tiles are constantly rising, but Fangchang is not in a hurry. It is just like doing handicrafts, building pieces of land every day.

Due to his profound cultivation, Fangchang did not use scaffolding, and the gables had already begun to look like they had to install the beams and wood purlins, lay tiles and make the eaves, and even if they were completed.

However, Fang Chang stopped.

He was going to go down the mountain first, and wait until he came back from the bottom of the mountain, and then go up to the beam after the spring or even summer next year.

According to his premonition in his spiritual sense, Fang Chang knew that he would go far this trip, and maybe it would be mid-next year. The only shame is that he could not eat the lotus root in the pond next to him this year.

The lotus flowers in the pond have bloomed, and lotus pods stand, but the lotus leaves are still spread on the water surface, covering most of the pond and giving fish swimming in the pond a more comfortable environment.

Fang Chang cleaned his hands and body, slowly walked to the stone table in the courtyard, and returned to the recliner.

The breeze blew, and the lotus leaves in the pond shook with the exposed pond water. The slightly thicker ginkgo trees behind them were also swaying, making a rustling sound.

The leaves of this ginkgo tree have long become golden. After this year, Fang Chang has confirmed that he has transplanted it casually, but he chose a male tree that cannot bear fruit - some plants, including ginkgo, are dioecious - so it has eliminated a lot of effort to clean it.

Very good.

Pick up the instrument on the stone table that looks like a thin porcelain wine bottle, gently pressed all the sound holes with a square finger, gathered the air in your mouth, and blew it gently.

This is the nugget.

Among the eight musical sounds, it belongs to earth, and it is also the sound of the beginning of autumn.

The nature of the treasure is to be elegant and not obscene, to be in the middle and not biased, and to have the virtue of quality and quality.

With the long and long blowing sounds, the distant, thick, and endless wonderful sounds resounded throughout the Xianqi cliff.

This was the instrument he tried to burn by himself while burning bricks. He failed many times. Even if the sound was slightly offset in his hand, Fang Chang liked its tone very much.

After a moment of pause, Fang Chang stretched out his hand and pointed.

A large ball of water jumped out of the kitchen jar and rolled on the ground, but it was completely dusty. In an instant, it was like a clay sculpture, giving birth to the head, body, limbs, facial features, fingers and toes, lifelike.

The colorful water man reflected in the sun, but his essence is still water and very transparent.
Chapter completed!